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iDnD: The Road Ahead
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Freston Nov 16 2005, 11:52 AM Post #1
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First off, :welcome:

This thread is specificly for players who have, after long consideration, been found mad enough to join. That means the 'reserved' sign is on. Anyone posting in this thread other than the certified and approved players, just remember: I know where your house lives. I know where your bed sleeps. And I have a cousin, that has a brother in law... :dm:

Now that we have the mandatory threat out of the way, the next post will be the first post in which we show the world the extend of our madness...
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Freston Nov 16 2005, 11:55 AM Post #2
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Gray:

"You have focused much on your failures, yet you have mastered where few even manage. It is time now, to set out and meet new challenges. Go south to the country of Ithian; realm of men.”

Therlan of the Deepwardens spoke slowly, and it seemed his voice was a bit unsteady in it’s usual decisiveness. His face was buried deep beneath a thick brown beard. Heavy eyebrows protruded from his forehead. Gray could not see his facial expression.

“Remember that nature is all, and there is nothing under sun or stars that isn’t nature. Gray Sandlestone, you will meet friends as well as enemies. You have done so in the past, and you will again in the future. Thus is the balance of nature.”

Gray’s eyes drifted through the room. The large room, with it’s walls of rock, hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth felt familiar and secure. The time had come to leave it behind. To set out.

He found his way through the winding paths and corridors, through natural caves and excavated hallways. And finally the surface. Gray slid through a narrow entrance, and breathed fresh mountain air. Great mountains towered above him. A deep valley was beneath him.

By the granite slopes due south, he could tell he’d be travelling through the lands of the Thrustpike-clan. He could count on them for their hospitality. He’d be all right for tonight. But from there it would be a couple of days until he’d cross another friendly clans territory.

*Shrugs* The breeze is cold. The mountains throw huge shadows over the landscape. But the grass is already a vivid green and little streams run down the mountain to gather in the valley. Early spring.


What do you do?

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OOC: Forgot to mention that using different colors for each of us is a good way to tell each other apart.
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Freston Nov 19 2005, 03:18 PM Post #3
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Owen:

Wallac. Who had heard of that? As Owen Grizdon exited the City of Tash through the great gates, he had no idea what to expect from this village that seemed to be connected to his faith. Wallac.

While he took the road north, he thought back on his meeting with Obar, the High Priest that had been his mentor for many a year.


“You have the rank of Initiate now, and skills to match. Our Lord has chosen you as his sword, and it is time to prove yourself worthy of this honour.”

Oban spoke solemnly, and his voice sounded clear as a bell. Every word he spoke seemed to linger, resonating in the thick strong walls of the chamber, as if the words themselves where uneager to depart before they where sufficiently imprinted in his memory.


"Owen, your time has once again come. You shall go forth from here, to the village of Wallac"


Owen looked around. In the distant east he could see the rough shape of the Castle of Aine, where marquee Drivous l’Ormac took residence. Had the marquee left his castle once? Owen could not remember. Straight ahead was the town of Maneira.

He’d pass through there shortly and take the road to Jarlath, a small town he’d been before. If he kept up his pace he could reach it before nightfall. From there it would be another day or two, two and a half perhaps to his destination.

Due north, further and further away from the fresh smell of the sea.

Transfer, that is what Oban called it. Owen was being transferred. He was handed a letter of proof, a letter of recommendation, and a transfer order. He was detached to Heironeous’ Church of Wallac, and he would take his orders from the venerable Mortwick.

“May justice and valour guide you on your quest” Oban said.

“For honour” had Owen replied, and he thought it over. He had learned much about honour, valour and justice in the temple. Big words, and now he was off to prove himself worthy of using them.


The town of Maneira was crowding with people. Farmers where working the lands outside the town’s palisade wall. Orchards where in full bloom. Craftsmen where practising their trade. People where doing business:

“Mend you’ shoes, mend you’ shoes” and “Finest apples, come an’ get ‘m”.

Looking around him, Owen noticed he stood out from the crowd like a beacon. His dress of overlapping metal strips on a backing of leather and chain, the shield he carried, the sword on his side and the symbols of Heironious. His appearance alone demanded respect from the people he met. They gave way as he approached. Some greeted him, none stood in his way.


What do you do?

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Aladdar Nov 19 2005, 03:46 PM Post #4
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Owen took in the sights and sounds of small town life as he entered the gates of Maneira, the sounds of laughter and vendors hawking their wares, and the intermingling smells of dung and fresh fruit and vegetables. He thought back to the conversation from earlier in the day. Oban had told him that he was being transferred. He was scared. This was his first time outside of the walls of Tash since being brought their as a child. He wasn't sure how to adapt but he knew that he would. If this was the will of Heironeous then he would follow without complaint.

He followed the street for a few moments looking for anything to guide him. He wasn't sure where the village of Wallac was or where the temple was, but he was sure he would find it. After a few minutes, he stopped by an old woman's stall where she was hawking fruits and rather small vegetables.

"Excuse me ma'am." he began as he handed her a copper piece in exchange for a rather scrawny apple.

"Might you be able to tell me where I can find the Hight Priest Mortwick of Heironeous, of the village of Wallac?"

He took a quick bite out of the apple, quenching the rumbling that was beginning to build in his stomach.
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Freston Nov 19 2005, 04:20 PM Post #5
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Owen:

The old woman replied, as she carefully put the copper in her purse:
"Wallac? Of Wallac I've not heard ya lad. We do no business there, not like you fancy paladins and you clerics and all. I'm from Sathas myself and that's far enough away for me these days.

But you might want to head north, like the traders do. Off to Jarlath, maybe they know more of your Wallac and your High Priest there."

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Aladdar Nov 20 2005, 09:22 AM Post #6
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"Thank you ma'am." Owen bowed his head slightly placing two fingers to his forehead in a solemn bow.

"May the Great Lord Heironeous bless thee and shelter thee in his Holy hand."

Owen turned and looked back through the city gates. In the far distance he could still see the slight outline of the city of Tash sitting high above the hills that overlooked the sea. He took another bite out of the apple and set off north for the town of Jarlath. He hoped to make it there by nightfall.

He hummed a tune of worship as he stepped on out of the town and towards whatever destiny lay before him. He prayed for peace for his troubled heart and courage to face whatever new challenges lay before him. He hoped that he would make the Lord Heironeous proud. His biggest fear was not the trip, but in losing his favor with his Lord.
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Freston Nov 21 2005, 05:44 AM Post #7
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Owen:

The guards at the north gate ignored Owen as he passed, as they ignored everyone and where hanging around lazily. From the gate, Owen took the road north.

The road was well travelled. Carts drawn by oxen, horses and humans alike where coming and going. Owen could see nothing but farmland on either side of the road. In the distance, some villages. He passed through some, as the road winded it’s way through the landscape. Cross-roads led to other villages.

As Owen, after a couple of hours, got further and further away from the City of Tash, the road got smaller and less travelled. A goat-herd, an isolated farm, a trader passing with a cart loaded with fabrics. The landscape was no longer cultivated. Rough and rather barren, it started to shelve.

In the east, forests emerged.
In the west, grassland, bushes, naked sand.
To the north, hills.

A wayside shrine dedicated to Fharlanghn. It was nothing more than a pole sticking out of the ground, with a poorly crafted wooden Holy Symbol and a sign:


You are halfway between Tash and Jarlath,
You know your destination, but do you know your destiny?


Someone had picked flowers and decorated the shrine with them.

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Traveling though the rough countryside, eating only when I can find food and drinking any potable I manage to find, I make my way through Thrustpike clan's territory.

OOC: How long will it take me to journey through this region and arive Ithian?
Where all paths will eventually cross: The Random Inn
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Owen bowed before the roadside shrine for a few moments in reverance to the God Fharlanghn. His duty and loyalty lay completely with Heironeous but that did not erase the signifigance of the other deity's and it was wise to seek their protection at times as well.

"Oh Fharlanghn, Lord of the Roads, of Travel, and of the seeking heart; I seek they protection and guidance during my journey. My heart is troubled for I travel to a destination that only Heironeous knows and although I trust him with my very life, my heart is troubled from uncertainty. My destiny I do not know, I beseech thee to offer what protection and guidance that Heironeous may allow as well."

Owen rose and bowed once towards the shrine touching his holy symbol and uttering a praise to Heironeous. Heironeous was not a terribly jealous God but it was wise to utter praise and honor to your patron deity especially after offering another your time.

A few moments passed and after Owen took a deep breath he turned back to the road and continued his journey. The path was worn and small at times, the smell of the countryside helped to clear his head but to also remind him of home as a small boy. That was a place he may never see again and with parents who were no longer his own. Life was surely complex at times.

He walked.
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Freston Nov 22 2005, 08:34 AM Post #10
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Gray:

Survival check: Roll (18) + Skill (4) = 22
Knowledge(nature): Roll (11) + Int (0) + Nature Sense (2) = 13

A good day to travel. A small trail leads through the mountain range. Gray finds himself leaving the Thrustpike-clan’s territory early in the evening. At this pace, it will be another two days before he enters another dwarven clan’s territory. And he’ll be very close to the human lands.

Gray knows from his lessons from the Deepwardens that nature is rich and giving. The mountains are fertile, and food is present in abundance. Little streams of melted snow provide clear and fresh water.

A footprint, two feet large.
Old, two days perhaps, difficult to establish.
Some dung. Large carnivore, that is for sure.
Heading west up the mountain.

Before Gray, due south, a valley unfolds. Deep, green, shady. It's getting late, one hour perhaps until sundown


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Owen:

He walked. Reassured by the gods, troubled by life itself. It was midday as he climbed the first low hill. He could see more hills. He could see his road winding past them, over them and loose track of it in the distance.

It was not until early evening that he saw the first signs of civilisation. Farms. Cultivated land. An orchard. Cross-roads leading to small villages. A road-sign indicating Jarlath to the north, 4 miles. He’d be there, judging from the sky, somewhere before sundown.

Coming over a hill, Owen could see the town. It was rather big compared to the villages he passed. Two thousand people perhaps living between those walls.

At the town square, the marked was breaking up. Merchants where packing their wares, and loading them on their carts.

Also on the square. A temple of Pelor several large buildings made of stone. One of them had a sign: Craftsman-Inn.


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Owen sighed. The journey had been long and far from over yet, but he was tired and his heart could use a rest. He spotted the sign for the inn, the smell of roasted meats and stewed vegetables wafted out towards him. He entered the inn and took in his surroundings.

He headed towards the counter seeking for the innkeeper or a barmaid.

"Pardon me, Do you have a room for the night and possibly some food and drink to fill my stomach."
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Owen:

The Innkeep was a huge strong man in his late fifties. He examined Owen closely, as he replied:

Cleric ay? Sure we could do you for a room tonight. The name is Myet, what you'd be having?

Myet went to the kitchen in the back, and returned shortly with a bowl of stew and the drink Owen ordered.

Travelling ay? Where's you heading?
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Owen's stomach rumbled a surprising hunger pain as the smell of lintel stew entered his nostrils. His mouth began to water and he quickly took several bites of the stew followed by a long swallow of the mead the barkeep had provided. It was slightly warm, but to his parched pallet, tasted of the finest wine.

He wiped his mouth, and looked up at the Innkeep blushing slightly at his haste.

"My travels?" Owen began, looking towards the gruff man.

"Of that I am unsure. The Lord Heironeous guides my path. I have been transferred to the village of Wallac, to find the venerable High Priest Mortwick. Do you know of him or of the village? If so, I would be well pleased to learn anything that I can."

Owen looked up at the barkeep hoping for any shred of information on his current situation.
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Owen:

The Innkeep frowned

Wallac?

He raised his voice, as he addressed a man on the other end of the bar.
Ain't Wallac close to Ferdan?

Ferdan, yeah... You want to head there going to Wallac. Near the border that is. Don't come there often though. It might be a day or two.
The man replied. Dressed in leather, and a black cloak hanging over his seat.
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