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| Freston | Mar 10 2006, 06:32 PM Post #166 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Oh, OOC, yeah, that was enough. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 10 2006, 06:35 PM Post #167 |
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The taste of warm ale spread dwon her throat, and Akane's muscles relaxed where she had not even known they were sore. The half-orge in her mind enjoyed the taste more, and thristed for it. She smiled , though he could not see her, and drank again, feeling a new sensation once more. |
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| Aladdar | Mar 10 2006, 07:11 PM Post #168 |
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Owen tried the new tobacco laid before him as Mortwick told the tale. It was delightful, a fancy mixture of sweetness with a slight bitter taste which folded together wonderfully on his tongue. The story being laid out before him was nowhere near as satisfying. Several groups of the Queen's guards gone and the ranger's not able to handle it as well. The weight of the situation felt heavy on his shoulders, something he was not used to. Aside from the destruction of his home as a child and his test to be raised to cleric, his life had been one of peace and joy for the most part. It seemed he must be a part of the defense of Wallac, at least it did not seem he would be alone. "If I am to not go alone, who am I to work with? I don't suppose that we're going to send anymore of the militia along with me." |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 12 2006, 10:23 AM Post #169 |
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| Freston | Mar 13 2006, 08:13 AM Post #170 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Owen: Suddenly the conversation got interrupted by load noices comming from the antechambre. No no, it is not allowed! The voice of the Gnome sounded through the heavy door. And a dim voice answering, but Owen could not make out what. Then the heavy door burst open, and Owen heard the Gnome scream at the top of his lungs You will be sorry, you will! Mortwick sighed, and stood up. A townsguard had entered, and seemed to breathe heavily. His gaze was a mixture of irritation and the weight of worries beyond comprehension. That Gnome... but he cut of his sentence and greeted Mortwick. The Gnome on the other hand relaxed not a bit I could not stop him Sir! He came running through like a madman. He threatened to hit me! I demand protection! Now calm down, you two. These are difficult times, we must not let them get to us. Gostegottl, I expect a full detailed report of the incident. Yes sir The Gnome replied He's in for it now And he left through the door. Mirtin, what caused all this disturbance? And the guard replied: I'm sorry sir, Gostegottl is loosing it. I mean, well you know what I mean. He's causing nothing but trouble sir. That worries me too, Mortwick said but surely, you did not barge into here to tell me that? Oh no sir, we've gotten news from the border. A group of travelers came out of Kuroth. The guard pulled out a piece of parchment and read aloud: Tracks found of Drow. North of the border. Travelers stay at the Golden Dragon inn. Dwarf, human, human (female) and a half elf. The latter has found the tracks sir. Oh, and one of 'm humans appears to be from the Heartlands. It caught our eye, because he seemed to be scarred in the ways of old. Mortwick, who had sat down again, thought for a moment. Drow, that is new information indeed. Thank you Mirtin, to have come here right away. Please wait in the hall, because I may have an assignment for you. As the guard had left, Mortwick turned again to Owen. What do you know about Drow? |
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| Aladdar | Mar 13 2006, 08:41 AM Post #171 |
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Owen sat back in his seat schocked at the intrusion. Things had not been handled as this in Tash, but then many things had been different in Tash. He realized he was gaping and attempted to reign in his emotions. The question hit him. "Of Drow? I know not very much. I believed them fantasy for most of my life, but my recent studies have shown them to be real although we did not have much information on them in the Library at Tash. From my understanding they are an evil elven race from beneath the surface. It seems their worship of a Spider Queen was distressful to many in the temple." |
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| Freston | Mar 13 2006, 09:55 AM Post #172 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Akane, Falco, Gray: Arrhandir seemed to relax a little. His voice turned deeper and more melodical. His gestures calmed. He started to talk: Once there was a great king. His kingdom was rich and prosperous. He had a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter. Yet the responsibilities weighted heavily on him, and he feared he would fail. As years went by, fear crept into his heart. More and more, he locked himself up in his mighty castle. He was afraid his wife would loose her love for him. He feared his daughter would get hurt. He feared his ministers would loose their loyalty. In the end, he feared the dark and the light, the shadows and the open, he feared the reflection in the mirror and he feared life itself. How can I do anything, the king thought, if everything can go wrong. There must be a way to cope with that. Something that grands the wisdom to do the right thing, so I do not have to fear anymore. The king called all the wise men of his country to his court, and asked them: What will make my fear dissolve? The wise men debated, and debated, and debated, but they could not agree. One said that a good diet and physical excersice opens the mind and allows wisdom to grow. Another said prayer for the guidance of the gods will guarantee a blessed life. A thirth said that the proper understanding of history and science will allow for proper judgement. Many mistakes have been made, he said, and we can learn from them. Although this appealed to the king, it did not remove his fear. Because many of the books he had read seemed to contradict each other. Years past once again, and the king was afraid to get out of his bed. He had locked himself up. And his people where worried. But the queen heard of a traveling wise man, who visited the kingdom. She called for him, and when he came he seemed nothing but an old men in worn down clothes. He listened to the king, who related his fears. Finaly, he nodded and said: I know the answer to your problem. Give me a week. To the king, it was the longest week of his life. He got up sometimes and walked around nervously: What would it be, what would it be? One moment he thought he'd get a list of those books that where right. The other moment he thought he'd get a special excercise to open his mind for unsurpassed wisdom. The next he thought about special prayers that would grant him special blessing from the gods. But no, the week ended. The old man came to the throne, and gave the king a ring. This ring, he said, has a secret message inside. Do not read it, unless there is no other way to solve whatever problem you have. This is important! And with that, he left. The king of course, wanted to know the message right away. But he feared the warning of the old man. It might render the message useless. So he feared once again, just like before. He feared his wife would leave him. And he thought about the ring, because it could solve this problem. But then, he thought, I can always do that. I need to spend time with her. And he spend time with his wife, and she convinced him she still loved him. He feared his daughter would get hurt. And he thought about the unpresidented wisdom contained in the ring. Surely, it would be able to safe her from harm. But, the king thought, I must speak with her first. He did, and she convinced him she was able to stand up for herself. He feared his ministers would loose their loyalty. And he knew the ring would be able to turn this event. But then, they led their affairs with wisdom and took his council to heart. So when Orcish tribes attacked the borders, he did not read the message in his ring, but commanded his army. And when they where loosing battle after battle, he did not read the message in the ring, but build defences. And when at last the capital lay under siege, he did not read the message in the ring, but spoke words of courage to his citizens. And when the walls where breached, and the orcish troops where rampaging through the once proud capital, he escaped with only a few trusted men, his wife and his daughter. It rained the day they fled into the mountains, with nothing more than the clothes they had on. And it was cold. They found shelter in a cave, hiding from the Orcs. And the king thought about his ring. Surely, now things cannot get any worst, he thought. Only words of supreme wisdom can guide us now. So he took off the ring, and read Arrhandir had taken off his ring and seemed read the inside. He hesitated a second, looking at Akane It is said that the wise man was nothing but the Golden Dragon himself, and the ring was his favourite possession. It had taken him over a thousand years to acknowledge the truth of the words inside, and he had lived the wisdom contained therein for another thousand years before he parted with it. The king was desperate. Nothing could worsen his situation, but nothing could relieve him and his loved ones either. Hiding in a cave, having lost all. He was right to call on the wisdom of the ring, for what else could he have done? And so he read: Even this will come to pass |
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| Didge | Mar 13 2006, 12:51 PM Post #173 |
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As if being stuck by the weight of those words Falco seemed to sway in his seat. An outside observer might have mistaken his sway from the small bit of alcohol he hard drank earlier and confused it with a lack of an ability to hold one’s own. All at once Falco’s life played through his mind. The choices he had made, the loss of everything, and the fear…the fear of never gaining it again all resounded in his head. Too many coincidences were unfolding in his time here for him not to realize more was at play than just his own desires and wants. He had spent his life preparing for this journey and yet at the same time he wasn’t certain he was really ready for it. His trials with the orcs were but an example of his own realization that the world was a harsh, cruel place. Yet here he was traversing the rapids of life with only his spirit guide EsGee and these new friends to keep him from drowning. Falco studied Arrhandir’s face and pondered the possibility that the king in the story might be seated across from him. No not the king, but perhaps his heir? The weight of reality seemed heavier to Falco as he tried to absorb the story, perhaps even Arrhandir’s past. The troubles he had faced, his lifelong journey, what was the point of revenge if it too would pass? That bothered Falco more than he wanted to admit. His revenge was what had driven him out of the Heartlands. It was one the one thing he could count on to drive him forward when nothing else would. How could he not rely on that if it would pass someday? Attempting not to continue down that line of thinking Falco smiled and said, “Arrhandir, I do believe you missed your calling. You should be a bard with tales like that! I’m certain you’d do fine enough, if nothing else that story of yours would be enough to earn you a good meal here or there along the road. But like any story we need to remember what’s true and what’s not, and for me,” Falco glanced towards the door, “I go where I’m guided, let someone else worry about why.” |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 13 2006, 08:00 PM Post #174 |
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Arrhandir, a king? Akane stared at him, mouth agape. Could he really be a king. He had told them of the story, and he had the ring in it, so there was a possibility of it. But, ... why would a king be among them? Perhaps, then, he was the descendent of the king, or he was one of the king's friends. But, if he was the king, ..., why would he be among them? Akane, not knowing tactfullness, and being good at heart, decieded to simply ask Arrhandir if he was the on in the story. If he was not, no harm done to any. If he was... Even this will pass. The words reberated within her skull, and grew. Even the spirits she saw would pass, and she would become blind to them? Akane did not think this would be, for she guessed she would see more of them as she went onwards with her life. Perhaps, the ring meant, she would lose her vulnerability to spirits then? She would be happier with them? Or that she would not be overwhlemed by them... Both of those would be good things to have happen to her, and if right, would come with time. Akane drew within her mind, stepping away from the world the others knew, and one step into her own. A mess of swirling colors whirled about her, with a calm spot just around her. Half-orge, she called out in her mind. Do you know if he is or not the king? Her eyes glazed slightly over as Arrhandir finished, as her attention shifted elsewhere, but no entirely. |
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| Freston | Mar 14 2006, 03:29 PM Post #175 |
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Akane: A king? The Half-Ogre sounded surprised. You all followed him, Right? So he's a bit like a king. Akane, Gray, Falco: A smile came across Arrhandirs face. Ah, yes, storytelling is one of my loves. And then more seriously But does it matter wether a story is true or not? The beauty of stories is that you can find your own truth in them. In the end not the message in the ring, but his faith in the old man cured the king from his fears. Ahh, you see? The truth did not matter in this story. The old man could have been anyone, the message in the ring could have been anything. Faith saved the king! Now tell me Falco, is faith real? Arrhandirs voice sounded friendly, as he asked this question. |
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| Freston | Mar 14 2006, 03:52 PM Post #176 |
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Owen: Disturbing? Yes, that is how you could put it. They seek domination of the underdark, and when they gathered enough strength they want to dominate the surface. But... Mortwick seemed to think real hard What could they be wanting in our settlements. They offer no strategic value. Also, ritualistic burnings dedicated to the Spider Queen? That is unheard of. I shall call for those travelers, they might know more. Mortwick got up and walked to the antechambre. He disappeared behind the door, Owen could make out voices. Then Mortwick came back They will be here shortly. Can you help me put these chairs by my desk? |
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| Didge | Mar 14 2006, 04:10 PM Post #177 |
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Faith? Falco thought for a moment about that word. He had faith. Faith that the spirits would guide him when all else was lost. So what was it that Arrhandir was looking for in an answer? Surely the man understood his faith of the spirits, but that wasn’t quite what he was asking, was it? Falco took a long, deep breath and then in turn looked Arrhandir in the eyes. So much wisdom waiting to be shared yet something hidden too. With his right hand Falco scratched his scalp in an inquisitive manner before speaking, “Faith is as real as one desires it to be. I have my faith in the spirits that guide me, while others have their faith in the gods. Some have no faith save that which is made in themselves. In each case faith provides for them. In my own case I’ve had some troubles in the past. I’ve seen things I would not wish upon anyone, even the most battle-hardened warriors. Yet it was my faith that protected me through the trials leading me to where I am now. Although at the time I did not understand why those things had occurred, I know that in the future I will, thanks to my faith. My spirit guides will watch over me and guide me through a path, not on whether it is dangerous or safe, but rather if I will learn from it. Had I not experienced the things I have, I doubt I’d be the man I am today.” |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 15 2006, 04:14 PM Post #178 |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 16 2006, 10:51 AM Post #179 |
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| Shapeless Caren | Mar 17 2006, 08:19 AM Post #180 |
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