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iDnD: The Road Ahead
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Shapeless Caren Feb 24 2006, 07:49 PM Post #151
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As they neared the den, Akane felt the slow burning pain, that was of iron close to her skin. It grew worse, and worse as they closed with the inn, and she gasped from the pain. All around, people talked in loud voices, laughing, trading their goods, buying and selling. It all blended in one long piercing noise into her skull. Akane stumbled, pained so much from the iron, the people, and the foul perverted nature around her, that she could barley think.

A voice laughed in her head, and she was back, in her village again. Akane looked around, and saw it burning merrily, and She standing in the center. All around her walked the dead townsfolk, and they took no notice of either of them. She stood tall and unaffected, and looked toward Akane. And laughed harshly.

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Shapeless Caren Mar 2 2006, 06:40 PM Post #152
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wait, wait I'm here... hold on a sec... *flush* sorry

One man's omen is another man's watering hole! Lets see what they have in stock. Perhaps were close enough to the mountains that they have real Dwarven ale. Grey was happy to see the see a place that he could finaly get something stiff to drink. Come on in, firends, the first round will be on old Grey.
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Akane, Gray, Falco:

The doors of the Golden Dragon where open. The sounds of laughter rose from the common area. Once inside, the strange gathering of travelers saw the large inn was decorated inside with a light shade of wood. A fireplace stood in the middle of the common area.

At the regulars table four men where playing cards, and they seemed to be the source of the sounds of voices and laugther that was hearable outside. A few men and women sat at the large bar. A young maid stood behind the bar, and she noticed the band of travelers entering. She showed no surprise, and said:
Welcome ya all. What can we do you for?

Upon Grays question about a round of drinks, she answered: Yes sir, we serve the best drinks and get our supply of beer from the halfling caravans who trade with the Dwarfs. We serve Falling Rock and Copper Cettle from the Dwarven breweries. We also have our local Kijlen Comes Home, but a lager like that may not be what you are looking for at this time. I do recommend it for breakfast, sir.

As Falco, Akane and Gray looked for a good spot to sit, the maid took their orders and went to fetch their refreshments.

Shall we order something to eat right away? Arrhandir asked I have this feeling we will be spending the night here, although I would rather move on and spend the night in the open air. Akane, are you all right? You look paler sinse we've gotten into town. We'll pick a quiet spot in the back, you can rest there. Akane, do you even hear me? You seem so distracted?
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Freston Mar 4 2006, 08:51 AM Post #155
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Owen:

Owen saw how Mortwick leaned back in his chair. The trouble is, that we don't have enough men to form another army. We've got a regiment to guard the bridges in this area, we've got a regiment to guard Wallac and we've got a regiment of reserves to send out if trouble should rise somewhere.
We also have half a dozen rangers scouting across the border. And it's their reports that trouble me.

Mortwick took another long look at Owen, and continued: Of course, you don't understand the scale of the situation. We used to have five regiments of Queens men, and they guarded the bridges and the river. They fought off whatever came across the border. Now we've deployed the old city guards to do the same thing. But guarding a city is something different than fighting Trolls and Hill Giants, and our losses are heavy Mortwick sighed, and the countless worries expressed themselves in his old and wrinkeled face. To the north is the Dwarven Kingdom of Kuroth. But it is more of a wild mountain range to be precise. The Dwarfs keep themselves below ground most of the time, and when they travel above ground, they do so in large numbers. So on the surface unorganised communities of Giants, Trolls and other beasts pray on each other.

The trouble is that groups of our kinsmen have left Ithan and settled in the hills on the outskirts of Kuroth. Dangerous business, and we've asked them to come back many a time. But they refused. We where always able to guard them, sending troops across the border. And rangers scouted the area constantly.

You see? Now with the Queens men pulled back, we lack manpower and the settlements are being destroyed. But by whom? We do not know. Also, now that we're no longer able to guard the entire river, we give Giants and Trolls oppertunity to cross to our side without us knowing it. You've seen that the border area is free of civilian settlements for many miles, but I dare not think what happenes when one of 'm beasts reached civilisation.

Now that you know the situation, think about our priorities. Mortwick sighed I don't expect an answer right away, but frankly, I hope you have some idea what to do.
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Shapeless Caren Mar 4 2006, 10:05 AM Post #156
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Her eyes glazed over, her face pale as death, Akane sat silently, unoticed by the world, and it by here.

Akane did not hear Arrhandir speak, nor did she notice anything else around her. There was too much iron for her, and she had gone into her mind, and for once, was happier with She, than in the real world.
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Akane, Falco, Gray:

Arrhandir leaned over to Falco and Gray. Dragons you say, Falco. Ah, yes. Plenty are the myths of the Golden Dragon, it's wisdom unsurpassed and it is even said that the Gods themselves weighed his council heavily. An omen it may be, in any case will the Golden Dragon protect us tonight. But we could do with a little of his wisdom, for the state the girl is in troubles me. She doesn't wish to speak, yet she remains in a sort of shock.
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Shapeless Caren Mar 8 2006, 03:06 PM Post #158
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Owen leaned back in his chair with a long sigh. The scenario was becoming clear to him. He was sent to Wallac to help defend the settlements. He wasn't sure he liked the idea. He was used to a peaceful existence inside the temple, but he trusted Heironeous and trusted Him to get him through even this.

"Do you mind if I smoke? It calms the nerves."

Owen rustled through his pack and pulled out a small pipe which he packed down with tabac quickly before lighting it and taking a long draw.

"It seems that our best course of action is to devise a group capable of investigating what is destroying these settlements. If the Queen's guards cannot help, than who better than the hands of Heironeous."

Owen sighed again and closed his eyes for a moment as he took a puff of his pipe, the reality of the situation resting heavily upon his shoulders.

"But surely you don't mean to send me? Is there none more ready for this duty than I?
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Aye, I'm worried 'bout her me self. If I hadn't na been with her this long I'd say she she just wasn't much of a talker, but she seems a little out of her mind. She gonna be ok? Maybe we need to seek some profesional help 'fore she looses whatever battle shes fightin'.

Rat, who had currled up into a ball and sat on Grey's head like a hat to sneak into the bar, seemed to agree with the idea of getting Akane some help. Much like Grey, Rat seemed to have no ideas.

So what do we do? Who can fix a person's mind once it's snapped?
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Falco took everything in, soaking up the environment like a sponge. All around him voices of men and women carried throughout the place. The smell of alcohol wafted by as the young maid nimbly stepped too and fro, avoiding the patrons that had obviously partaken too much of one of the choices she had mentioned earlier. This was all so foreign to Falco, for he had expected those outside the clans were different than he. He eyed anyone who walked too closely to the table at which the group sat, and was unnerved that these Southerner’s had not attempted anything yet.

Falco’s mind raced, attempting to understand ever hidden meaning from the glances that strangers paid him or his new found companions. When the lass arrived with the drinks he sipped from the brew offered by the stout one named Grey. Falco was surprised to find it had a much stronger kick than he had anticipated. The aftertaste stuck to the roof of his mouth and lingered on his lips long enough for him to realize that he should sip this drink slowly.

For the first time since entering he began to relax and he let his mind focus within himself. Emotions twisting in the background, Falco began to feel the effects of the drink on those voices that had provoked him too many times in the past as they slid beyond any resemblance of understanding. Perhaps there’s a purpose to this drink after all? He thought to himself and couldn’t help but grin slightly. He looked over at the girl and began to see a pale reflection of himself. It was then that Falco realized that it was more than fate that caused him to meet with this band of travelers.

Turning to Arrhandir and Grey, Falco said,
“Yes, she does seem the troubled sort. Often the spirits guide us on our journey, although some of these are journeys not traveled on the roads but in one’s own mind. I myself had such an experience when I was but a boy. This does not look to be something that just anyone might be able to handle. It would seem the spirits have called upon me to meet with you all so that I may offer what I have learned. Perhaps I can be of some assistance other than just company tonight.”

Falco looked into Akane’s eyes and made sure she was looking directly at him (even if her stare seemed vacant) then spoke to her, “Akane, I have been in your place, I have been down that road. Let us help you…let me help you. I know all too well that blocking one’s past can only come around to haunt you. We must all face that which is unpleasant at some point in our lives, and how we deal with that unpleasantness is what makes us who we are and allows us to grow. You must learn to control that which is within you and you must grow too. Only by mastering your inner resolve will your true spirit guide show you your path. I will be here when you are ready to talk. I will gladly offer my assistance as a guide along your journey, but you need to be the one who makes the first step.”

Looking back to the others, Falco addressed them, “This is a battle that must be fought within her. Some of this,” Falco picked up his mug, “may aide in the battle tho,” and with that Falco slid the mug over to Akane saying, “Drink up Akane, it’ll help.”
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“Akane, I have been in your place, I have been down that road. Let us help you…let me help you. I know all too well that blocking one’s past can only come around to haunt you. We must all face that which is unpleasant at some point in our lives, and how we deal with that unpleasantness is what makes us who we are and allows us to grow. You must learn to control that which is within you and you must grow too. Only by mastering your inner resolve will your true spirit guide show you your path. I will be here when you are ready to talk. I will gladly offer my assistance as a guide along your journey, but you need to be the one who makes the first step.”

That voice... In her head, offering to help. A voice, not unlike the others tht helped her, saying it would help... How she wished that she could be helped, but Akane did not know how. She was afraid to trust anyone, and if she did not trust anyone, she could not be helped. Alone, she knew she could not win, but together... She would have to trust someone, ... Falco? That was his name. She would have to trust him to help her along. Should she? Akane barley knew him, and she did not know what he was like. But, he was offering to help her... She sighed, confused. All was silent about her, and she was alone. Two choices before her. To seek the help of others, or to be alone.

Drink up Akane, it’ll help.”

A mug of ale slid toward her from the one who said he would help. Akane dropped into the real world briefly, and looked at him. His spirits were relaxed around him, inactive, and he was at peace. How she would enjoy that.

Akane slowly smiled hesitantly at Falco, and reached toward the ale...
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Owen:

Ay, you've hit the nail on the head, my son. You see my problem. No I will not allow my apprentice to go alone into Kuroth. It's suicide. But I've got only two regiments of city guards and a regiment of reserves. I cannot spare a single one of 'm.

Mortwick took out an ashtray and put it on his desk. He then picked up a small wooden chest with a hand holding a lightning bolt engraved on the lid. He opened it and presented it to Owen. It was filled with a light brown tobacco and spread an odor of sweet honey and oak. Please, feel free. Mortwick then took out a small, well worn, wooden pipe and put tabacco in it. He lit it, and inhaled a couple of times before speaking again.

The rangers report burnings within the settlements, and they sound like ritualistic burnings to me. But the rangers, however skillfull, have not the knowledge needed to confirm my thoughts. But, if it is true that the burnings are ritualistic, than it might indicate that the men of Omareth are behind it. Oh, if only we new...

It feels as though fighting on two fronts, and we know not our enemy on both sides. One took out five regiments of the Queens men, the other is pressing our border. And here we are, loyal to crown and country, caught in the middle. Forgive me my drama, I feel old at times like this.
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Akane, Falco, Gray:

To the amazement of the dwarf (OOC:LOL!) the northener sipped from his pint, avoiding the foam that floated on the deep brown liquid. As Gray took his first large draught from the pint, he experienced to his satisfaction the cold explosion of taste and sensation that was the characteristic of any good ale. He could not suppress a loud AHHHHH that expressed both a long craving finaly satisfied and the recognition of the pure dwarven brew. It took only the most pleasant of seconds, before a warm glow spread though his veins.

Akane felt this same explosion of cool sensation and the heavy taste of the brew. She, however, did not expect it, as the dwarf did, and had trouble swallowing this liquid that forced so much physical sensation on her delicate mouth. If she where to describe the first second of experience with this new beverage, she would say PAIN, only colder somehow. Still, having swallowed it anyway, the lingering sensation in her mouth actually called for a second draught. And she felt a warm glow spreading through her veins. She felt contentment, but perhaps not her own. The half-ogre that rested in her mind awoke
The first draught is always like this

Falco, sipping from his drink and paying close attention to the reaction of Akane, still had an eye out for the rest of the world. He and his group sat in the back, out of the way of the other guests. He could not make out any conversation. The people at the bar where talking amongst themselves, and the ones playing cards where blind for their surroundings.

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Akane: Fortitude 16
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Ooc: Ok... A 16 fort for the beer? Did I fail or pass, and what happened?
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