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| Freston | Feb 10 2006, 09:30 AM Post #136 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Owen: The guards lead Owen to the large double doors on the far side of the hall. As they opened them, Owen saw it was some kind of antechambre. A large desk stood besides another door. At the desk, a little Gnome sat bend over a large book. He was scribing some sort of information in columns. Behind him where large bookshelfs, with hundereds of books, all orderly set. The Gnome looked at Owen, and said: Transfer orders please. And hand me your letter of proof. As Owen took the requested documents out of his backpack, the Gnome looked at him impatiently. I'll have them before the midwinter festifal, if it's not to much to ask. I have more to do. Come on, please, best not keep us waiting. Finally Owen found the documents, although it had not taken him long. Yet the Gnome pulled them out of his hand. He ripped open the seal, and started reading. He looked up from the paper, and measured Owen from time to time. It sais here you are Owen Grizdon, yes? Six feet one, ok Two hundered and ten pounds Hay, this ain't right I don't quite .... No, eh, it clearly sais here ... Guard! Come here You two (pointing at the guards in the hall) Close the door! The mood in the room shifted. A guard stood besides the Gnomish scribe, and the door behind Owen closed with a bang. The Gnome said: We better get some answers, young man! What is your business here? --------- Used check: Sense Motive |
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| Freston | Feb 10 2006, 10:11 AM Post #137 |
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Akane: As Akane took a look at the injuries of the stranger, she noticed he had a large burn scar on his shoulder, extending into his neck. But the burn appeared not to have gone deep, and the skin was already renewing. Akane knew some parafinne or animal fat could keep the skin flexible and would speed up the healing proces. The skar in his face, however, was a different matter. Akane saw it was caused by cutting the flesh of the cheek with a heated knife. This wound was not very deep, but it caused the growth of scar tissue, and would be permanent. It was shaped like: ˘ Realising Falco had been recently and diliberately scarred, plus the info on the Orcs, was a little to much for her. The voice of the HalfOgre pounded through her head: He's been scarred, know what it means! you got to know what it means! Used check: Heal, Knowledge (eh... Orcish rituals? I rolled 3) -------------- Akane, Gray, Falco: Meanwhile, Arrhandir had not stood still. He too looked at Falco Quest? Busy is more like it. I intend to get these two to safety. Dwellers of the underdark, oh yes... I've seen them. From the North are you... Ah, Orcs you have there and Ogres. Such foul creatures, but not as dangerous. Ah... We shall accompany you. Arrhandir petted EsGee on it's head. And EsGee climbed on Arrhandirs hand. Look here guys Arrhandir said as he bend down towards Wolf and Rat. It's good. Look. And he let Wolf and Rat smell EsGee. Friend already, that's why I love animals. But now we waste the time this beautiful day has granted us. We will go to Wallac. |
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| Aladdar | Feb 10 2006, 10:14 AM Post #138 |
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Owen was befuddled. This was not the sort of reception he had expected, but then nothing in this town was as he had expected. He squinted his eyes for a moment, perplexed, and scratched his head before speeking. "I must say I am not sure what answers you are looking for. I'm not sure I know more than you, other than that I am to meet with Master Mortwick. What problem have you found?" Owen stood nervously, slowly rocking from the heel of his left foot to the heel of his right. Upon realizing this, he attempted to stop his sway and stand up firm, projecting an image of assuredness. He slowly touched fingers to forehead, inclining his head ever so gently in a prayer to Heironeous. |
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| Freston | Feb 10 2006, 10:46 AM Post #139 |
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Owen: These orders are inprecise! The Gnome climbed off the chair and walked around the desk. How can I work like this, he yelled. I'm going crazy. It sais you are an initiate here Holding up the Letter of Proof, and it sais you're assigned as an apprentice here Holding up the Transfer Order Oh, well... Leave it to me. I'll sort it out. I always do. But next time... The Gnome walked towards a cabinet and pulled one of the drawers. He took out a sheet, climbed back on his chair, wetted his inkpen, looked at Owen and asked: Name? Height? Weight? Rank? And so, before Owen was atmitted as Cleric of Heironeous in the Garizon of Wallac, orders had to be filled out. The Gnome relaxed a bit, when all was done And then I officially welcome you sir Grizdon. You may proceed. He gestured towards the door to his right, indicating Owen could enter. But I expect punctuality and precision! The Gnome said just before Owen entered. Owen entered the next room. It was a large, rectangular room. Very soberly decorated. A little shrine stood on the left side of the room. On the far end, a large desk. Some bookshelves, a few cupboards. And an old man. He appeared to have been a strong and powerful man in his days, but now he was old and gray. He wore simple clothes, and had a holy symbol of Heironious around his neck. He stood up from his desk, and it struck Owen he was very tall.Haha! Owen! I was expecting you! He walked up to Owen and shook his hand very firmly, still a lot of strength in his hands, and lay his other hand heavily on Owens shoulder. How was your trip? |
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| Aladdar | Feb 10 2006, 10:53 AM Post #140 |
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Owen shook his hand back, bowing his head slightly. "You are Master Mortwick I presume? My trip was uneventful, but it allowed me the time necessary to think and meditate on my place in life. Owen eyed the man and smiled for a moment. "If it is not out of order, may we sit?" Owen gestured towards a set of chairs nearby. "My trip may have been uneventful, but it was not short and my feet are a bit sore. Tell me, Master Mortwick, why the secrecy in this transfer. I was told nothing more than that I was to leave Tash and join the venerable Mortwick as a new apprentice?" |
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| Didge | Feb 10 2006, 02:19 PM Post #141 |
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“I’m fine on the healing, though I can’t help but wonder about the burns,” Falco said with reluctance. The girl looked nervous, no that word wasn’t right…skittish was more appropriate. Her gaze upon him, longer than any woman ought to, he determined it must be due to the scar on his face and his shoulder. “I’m no healer,” Falco continued, “but anything you might offer would be well received. I have no money, due to my recent turn of bad luck, but I’m good enough company.” Falco chuckled then added, “and if I’m not, well at least EsGee here certain is.” Falco then turned to the strange looking half-elf, and spoke, “Animals are the living incarnation of past spirits. Those strong enough to travel from the planes do so to show us how we should live. They guide us, yet we often overlook their wisdom. One must be aware of all that surrounds them, or else they become as blind as a newborn. EsGee is my spirit guide and I trust in him as I would any of my clansmen. He has made new friends, and so too it would appear, have I. Well met strangers, please tell me of your travels as we continue ours into Wallac.” Falco listened intently as the group traveled into Wallac. His eyes would stare off at the vastness of this new place, but his ears were listening to what the others were saying. Falco would ask poignant questions, as they arose, but his eyes were drawn to the sheer size of this place. Back home, in the Heartlands, this would have been impossible to accomplish. Permanent structures were not conducive to the nomadic lifestyle that he had lived for most of his life. The elders had told him of such marvels but even their stories seemed too much like myth and magic. As it turned out, there seemed to be more truth in those myths and legends than he had originally anticipated. Who knows, Falco thought to himself, perhaps there’s even dragons in this world. He chuckled to himself silently, no those have to be a myth. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 10 2006, 04:21 PM Post #142 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Know about orc scarring? Akane knew nothing about it or orcs. She had no idea what it meant. Still she could try. He was in a fight with orcs, and he was scarred... What did it mean? She did not know. The being made her nervous simply being near her. Even with her vision damped down, she could see some spirits around him, crawling over him, flying near him. It made her nervous, and she wished she could do something about it. All around her, the buildings rose, tall and proud. At least to those of the city. To her, they seemed of proud rock, bent and broken to serve the wishes of those around her. They made her edgy and nervous, and she wished fevertly she need not go in them. But the smells were worst of all. All around her, smells assulted her nose. Human drink swished about the crowd, nearly making her gag. Flower scents wafted through, but were subetly wrong, and made her sick with longing for the wilds. Worst, the smell of blacksmiths and sulfur twisted through the air, human ruined and wrong. Akane hoped they would leave her soon. The only postive of the whole situtation she could see was there were no spirits, ... except from the strange traveler. Extremely nervous and on edge, Akane kept her weapons ready, and kept half and eye on the traveler. Ooc. Akane hates the city. So, she is taking spot, and listen checks as much as she can, and is about ready to kill some one if they do something suspicous. And she keeps making sense motive checks on Falco. And, in her spare time, she is busy making sense motive checks and spot checks on townsfolk. In that order. And if she has any spare time, she'll spot check Falco. After that, well, she be busy wishing she was out of the city. Ooc: But she likes not seeing spirits... |
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| Freston | Feb 11 2006, 08:44 AM Post #143 |
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Akane, Gray, Falco: Yes, very true Arrhandir said to Falco. And, nodding towards Akane, we learn to trust our instincts better if we pay attention to the wisdom born within ourselves. Our yough friend here senses danger like a wolf senses a tunderstorm. It is no wonder Wolf here is her friend. But you seem to have a clear view, and wisdom lights your path. Whilst speaking, Arrhandir looked around, searching for unsees dangers. His motions where nervous, and he walked in a quick pace. Talking thus, with Akane keeping a sharp lookout. Falco a bit bewildered at the marvels of civilisation, of which he had only heard but which is always so very different when you see it for real. Gray, following along quietly, for his kin would rather see something once than hear about it a thousand times. And there was so much to see for the Dwarf. The tall walls of the fortress where made of a special kind of rock. It would take no effort for a Dwarf, to distinguise the proces by which it was made. The large boulders had been placed on top of each other and had then been heated with such a blazing inferno that the rocks had melted. After cooling down, the rocks formed a solid, glass like surface of unknown strength. You could brake an axe on it, without even scratching the surface. This is Dwarven made, he knew for sure. Akane, Keeping a watchful eye out for anything suspicious. Being raised by the farming community of settelers north of the kingdom of Ithan, she had no particular liking for the way of life here in Ithan. Less co-operative it seemed to her, yet so much more regulated. People forcing their will onto others, and as seen here, on the landscape. What would have been a beautiful, idylic valley was dominated by man made structures. But the up-side was, the spirits present here where only weak and content. A faint memory of a mouse, only sensible for a second. It's not the little creatures that suffer the presense of man here. Actually, Akane felt this place would be secure, for now. With all it's hostile charisma, the town provided a safe place for it's inhabitants. ---------- As the group approached the huge gatehouse, they saw three men dressed in chainmail guarding the entrance to the massive fortress. Flags waved on top of the walls. A sign hung above the gate. It said: Wallac |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 11 2006, 10:20 AM Post #144 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Metal armour hung about them, protecting them, sheltering them from harm. They thought it would turn the blows of swords and spears. It would, but at a cost. It was unnatural, and not of nature. They did not care to be of nature, for they thought it grand to be here, in this bastion of their's. She cared greatly for being of nature. Iron was dangerous to her, and she could little abide it. As they came close, she could almost feel her fleshing burning if the iron touched it. It would be even worse inside the gate, with metal all around her. She shuddered at the thought. |
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| Freston | Feb 24 2006, 04:06 PM Post #145 |
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Owen: Yes, you may sit. Will you join me in a glass of mead? Mortwick said, as he fetched two glasses and a jar. You ask the right questions, son. I'm pleased. But you must be tired, so I won't trouble you with every little detail. Mortwick sat down and poured the two small glasses half full with a clear golden liquid from the jar. You see he continued I'm a soldier, not a politician. And a lot of what is going on these days I don't understand. As Mortwick sighed, his age became appearant in the many wrinkles in his face and his gray hair. He must have been proud once, but he somehow seemed troubeled, even broken perhaps. Hhhmmm, I've been guarding this here border for well over thirty years. I came in as a Priest of Valor*, and served the King as a cleric to his men. I have been loyal to the crown all those years. As time went by, my responcibilities grew. And now that I'm a Knight of the Inner Circle** I command Wallac as a fortified town, and keep it's territory clear of hostile creatures. Through the actions of my men the people of Ithan remain safe. Mortwick moved in his chair and observed Owen for a second, studying his attentiveness But why the secrecy, you wonder. And you are right for doing so. What I tell you is convidential. A revolution is taking place. The queen has recalled her armed men from all over the country, and she is raising a large standing army. But who her enemy is, I cannot tell. What I do know, is that her men are the larger part of the borderpatrols I have at hand. Or had I should say, because they are gone. We are vulnerable now. Something seemed to trouble the old priest, as he shook his head and had his eyes fixed in the distance. Rangers report attacks on the settlements up north. Please, forgive me. Mortwick said You've had a long trip. Take time to refresh yourself. We will go over the whole situation in the morning, and see if we can come up with something. *Clerical rank, comparable to level 4 **You know this rank only from hear-say |
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| Freston | Feb 24 2006, 04:25 PM Post #146 |
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Akane, Gray, Falco: The tall walls of the fortress threw cold shadows over the road they passed. Three guards at the gatehouse greeted them. One of the guards asked the names of the four strangers seeking entrance to the town. Once inside, the structure was more village-like than from the outside. Rather tall, stone buildings, a cobblestone road with a couple of side roads leading to a market square. Around the square where even taller buildings, some of them guarded. On the market merchants and craftsmen selling foods, cloth, service. A basket weaver, a shoemaker. And an inn, the Golden Dragon. |
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| Aladdar | Feb 24 2006, 04:51 PM Post #147 |
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Owen took a long deep draw of the mead presented to him by Mortwick. It was as much to clear his thoughts as it was to quench his thirst. He thought for a moment before proceeding, resting back in the chair a little deeper. "Troubling news indeed." Since his induction into the temple of Heironeous all he had known was peace. True, there had been the shattering of that perception for him as a child, but in the 18 or so years since, life had been well. "I will give my service where it is needed. Would you mind sharing a bit more before I leave you for the night, to help clear my head and my heart? Am I to join a new army to protect the borderlands or do you have some other plan for me?" |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 24 2006, 04:58 PM Post #148 |
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Akane was deeply disturbed. All around her, metal iron was. It seared her nose, and burned her flesh. Not much, but she was still in pain. Nothing she did eased the pain, and she was still trying to watch the people around her. But the iron! She was burning. othing helped. Almost anything would be perferable to this... Help...You...Akane... Akane's head snapped up at this, and she turned around to look. We..Can..Help..You. Spirits? Akane whispered. We can help you with this. No, no, no, no please leave me alone. Please. *Silence* |
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| Didge | Feb 24 2006, 05:03 PM Post #149 |
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The smell of food (real food, not the plants and fruits he had subsisted on as of late) wafted past Falco’s nose, and his stomach responded by gurgling aloud. Falco looked at his traveling companions and tried to excuse his stomach but he could feel their eyes upon him. His own eyes however were fixated upon the inn. A Golden Dragon emblazened upon a wooden plaque hung outside the inn. “By the spirits!” Falco exclaimed, only half-aware that he had drawn a few stares from those in the marketplace. The sheer coincidence of myths perpetuated into the very real state before him was almost too much. Although the inn was not in fact a living, breathing dragon, the connection to his earlier thoughts regarding the matter were not lost on him. Falco turned to the others, pointing with more animation than his new friends had ever seen him express in the last few hours. “Do you have any idea what this means?” Falco asked them, but before any could respond he began speaking again, “Dragons are myths in the Northern lands, however they are associated with ruin and riches. I’ve already befallen upon bad times, having lost most of my gear, this can only be the spirits guiding me back onto my path. It is in that building,” Falco pointed at the Golden Dragon, “that I shall find my redemption and riches. I do not know how, but somehow this is meant to be. Come, join me!” Falco began to take larger and larger steps, almost as if going from a fast walk to a slow run towards his future…the Golden Dragon was beckoning, and Falco would answer. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 24 2006, 05:14 PM Post #150 |
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A blaze appeared before her eyes, one that even now she could not ignore. The spirits fluttered over both Falco and the inn, and they were bright indeed. Akane could not bear to look upon them, and turned her sense down as far as she could. She went inside her head, and sealed off all its doors, leaving herself, alone. A blaze appeared upon her skin, iron burning her. She yelped, and jumped back, and the gaurd in iron armor passed by. The iron fillings burned her, and she brsuhed them out as quickly as she could, but she was still hurt by it. She looled up and saw... An inn! With more people inside, packed so close there was nought room to move, drinking posion in iron cups. Madness to go inside, but what choice had she. Akane followed Falco, hoping she would be able to endure it. |
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