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iDnD: The Road Ahead
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Freston Nov 30 2005, 10:29 AM Post #31
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Falco:

It was weeks now, since Falco had left his tribe. Apart from his horse and the hawk that accompanied him on his travel, he would see no soul for days. He was familiar with the Heartland plains, but he never had been this far south.

The landscape was rough grassland mostly, with occasional gatherings of bushes and trees. Forests and woodlands are more scarce here, and scattered about the place.

Falco sighed. For some reason he was drawn to the south. Yet he knew that travelling to far east or south would take him through Omareth. His fatherland, that had been so ruthlessly hostile to his parents. And they would not easily welcome a tribesman of the plains.

So he kept his course south west. For he knew the dwarves of Kuroth cared not for a single traveller going through their lands above. Then Falco stumbled upon something he had not seen a while, and certainly had not expected to see here. He saw a road heading from north to south. It was obviously old and ill-maintained, yet displayed signs of travel.

Strange, Falco wondered. Had he drifted off course, heading too far east? He could not imagine. Had the orcs that live here build a road. It was not at all impossible. Falco knew up north orcs build permanent dwellings and strongholds, an occasional bridge even. But a cobblestone road? For all Falco knew the southern orcs where nomadic, and highly mobile.


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"Ah, visitors! I thought I would be wanderin' these mountains for days without someone to talk to. To bad for the scaled one, hope he wasn't a friend of yours. Rat never did get along with snakes." Gray poked at the headless serpent with a nearby stick to make sure it was as lifeless as he would like it to be. Nature or not, vipers were dangerous and probably not good houseguests at bed time. "OH where’s my manners? My name be Gray, traveler, and this is my good buddy Rat. Welcome to... well, I'm not sure this valley has a name, but welcome to it anyway!" Grey extended his hand to the leather clad figure in a traditional Dwarven gesture of good will.
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Owen:

Walking for hours, a little after midday Owen passed the main trade route Serl had drawn on his map. Here traffic was very busy, and Owen had trouble keeping his pace up.

Being on foot, Owen managed to squeeze himself through all the carts and people that where now at a complete standstill. And when he got further, he saw the reason for this. On the main trade route, a large caravan of dwarfs prevented anyone crossing.

Slow, yet at a steady pace. Bulls as big as a barn, with hair so long it nearly touched the ground and horns like lances, drew huge carts made of enormous oaken joists, loaded with massive granite blocks. Armoured dwarfs walked alongside these carts. There must have been fifteen of these carts, heading south. When they had passed, traffic started moving again.

Some time before nightfall, Owen reached Ferdan. Located on a rather flat piece of land in a valley between low hills, it was surrounded by farmland. The guards greeted him as he entered the gate, and pointed him towards the Coach House Inn. This inn was a remarkable building, that stood out from the wooden and stone buildings of this town.

Build out of stone, it was a wide building. But even more remarkable, it was very long and high. The enormous gates where closed, yet a more conveniently sized door in the left gate was open. Owen could smell food as he entered, and found himself in a hall roughly half as long as the building. Long tables gave room for guests to sit, and many did. It was crowded. Sounds of talking and of laughter. A bard played the lute and sang on the other end of the hall.

A bar on the right side of the hall shielded the open kitchen from the crowd. Three barmaids where drawing beer and pouring drinks, two other maids where busy cooking and roasting above large fires in the kitchen.

Adjusting himself to the atmosphere, Owen looked around. He saw a sign:


Coach House Inn

Consumables
Beer, pint . . . . 4CP
Drink, any . . . 4 CP
Food, meat . . . 3 SP
Food, stew . . . . 1 SP
Food, bread or porridge . 5 CP

Lodging
Sleeping hall . . . 1 SP
Private room . . . 5 SP
Luxurious room . 1 GP
With breakfast . . + 5 CP (=Free Drink!)


What do you do?

OOC: Now that we have the Core Only restriction out of the way: Behold above my first creation, the Dire Yak! :rock:
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Gray:

It was difficult to establish the race of the man who stood before Gray. He was as tall as an elf, slender build. Yet he did not have the sharp features. He had long arms and legs. His skin was greenish brown, his long hair was white as snow and his eyes the most vivid blue. Accepting Grays hand, he thought a while before he spoke in a deep, calm and melodic voice:Names, yes… Mine is Arrhandir. This valley, we can refer to as ‘the Valley of the Viper’. Ah, life goes on of course. A viper I consider friend nor enemy.

Arrhandir looked at the remains of the rabbits Gray had yesterday.We eat, we get eaten. All in due time. Don’t you worry about a viper like that though. Poisonous, yes they are. Extremely dangerous when you’re a mouse, but this here fellow would pose but a small threat to a rabbit even. Your friend here needed not be alarmed like that.

Kneeling next to Rat, Arrhandir started to pet him. And Rat returned the gesture by licking Arrhandirs hand and face.Rat doesn’t like snakes? Yet rats are not popular themselves I’ve noticed. Ah, put one before the other and oneself above the rest. I understand. It is only natural. Strive to survive.

And suddenly, with a lot more force:Come on, let’s make the best of the situation. Over there is a tree that had not survived the winter. It’s wood is dry. Use it to make a fire. I’ll get some roots and vegetables. We’ll make a good meal of our scaled friend. He died not in vein.

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Owen entered the immense hall and was surprised by the sound of his stomach growling as the smells from the dining area wafted through. Today's journey had been a hard walk, but his spirts were much lighter than before. His journey from Tash was near complete. Wallac would be a short walk still but dusk was fast approaching and although he was anxious to meet this Mortwick he figured it best to approach his new life on a good nights rest and with a full stomach.

His eyes found the sign and he read, wetting his lips with anticipation for a good meal. He had not had one in a while. He found a seat at a small table far enough to not draw attention to his clerical gear, but near enough to overhear tidbits of conversation. He was curious about this area and attempted to overhear what he could.
(Gather Information Check).

Shortly, a petite serving lady approached him, her red hair falling in curls around her face with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Whatcha havin?" she asked smiling down at him.

His heart caught for a moment but he quickly took control of his emotions. He belonged to Heironeous now and couldn't go chasing off after just any pretty face that came along.


"Co..Coffee." he stammered returning a smile her way. "And some of that delicious stew I smell."

She returned quickly, leaving a bowl of steaming stew and a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He ate slowly thinking of what lie ahead and listening whenever he could to what he might hear from those around him.

When he was finished he headed towards the counter finding the innkeep to pay for his meal and to inquire about the room.


"Here's the money for my meal, and I'd love a private room if you have one available. I'll take you up on breakfast as well."

He dropped the coins on the counter (6SP, 5CP) following the innkeep to his room. He normally would have taken the common sleeping area but he wanted his wits about him tomorrow and a bed would be nice for tonight.


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Standing before the worn cobblestone road, Falco’s mind raced back to his childhood. Memories came flooding back, and he could hear the screams of his parents, and the sound of attack before fading into blackness. The ever present growing fire of rage and resentment was still there, churning away, eating at his very fiber to lash out at those who did this to him and his family. Shaking his head, as if to re-establish himself with his present predicament, he realized he needed to keep a sharp eye out for trouble. The road, Falco thought to himself, yes, always be wary of the road. This is no time to reminisce. There will be time for revenge, but first I must find out what has happened since my departure from civilized lands.

Glancing skyward Falco could see a small shape, circling high in the sky, far above him. It comforted Falco to know that he was being watched by the creature, and knew he need only ask for assistance, and he would have it, and so he did. EsGee, he called with his mind, I have followed you for many weeks my friend. Always I trust your guidance, for your ability to sense what I cannot, and always I shall, but I grow tired and must know which way I am to travel. Show me my path so I may proceed. With mental commands he called for EsGee, and within seconds the hawk screeched with acknowledgement. EsGee’s call echoed across the empty sky and he circled downward riding the thermal updrafts with deft precision to land nimbly upon Falco’s mount.

Sass, his warhorse, had grown accustomed to this over the journey but still swatted her tail in defiance to the hawk’s choice for a landing spot upon a pack saddle that rested on her hind quarters. Falco chuckled amused by this relationship that Sass had taken with EsGee.


“Its no use Sass,” Falco said softly, scratching the horse’s ears he stated, “EsGee is my spirit guide you must realize this and must accept it. If he wishes to ride you, then so be it.” Sass responded with a snort, which could easily have been taken as a sign of complacent acknowledgement, or stubborn refusal. Either way, these two’s antics kept Falco entertained and provided him the need for socialization of which he had discovered he needed.

He hadn’t realized until after he left the tribe that he felt alone. He had been alone before, when his parents were killed, and had survived quite remarkably in the wild without the help of others. But when the tribesmen found him he was craving interaction and he could feel his body surge with emotions, feelings, and something else. He had mentally decided that these tribesmen should take him in, and sure enough they had adopted him.

It was like that throughout his life with the tribesmen. When he pushed himself hard enough, he would feel a pulse from within and those around him would gladly help him. This pulse would always be accompanied by a feeling of strong negative emotions, such as hate, rage, or bitter anger. He tried never to force this pulse from within too often for fear that his emotions may engulf him.

But now was the time to rely on his spirit guide, and trust in his wisdom and guidance. EsGee looked about, and could feel that Falco was nervous, and cocked his head sideways at Falco and chirped a soothing sound and sent forth emotions of calm.
“Yes, EsGee, I am unnerved. This land has changed since I last traveled, and I am unsure of what is to come. But never mind it for I shall be prepared. I have a desire to find those responsible and nothing, including death, will stop me.” His feelings of anger and hate began to bubble inside, and he could feel his temperature rising. Not now!, he thought with a shake of his head and squelched his growing feelings back under control. His emotions were a powerful tool to be harnessed, but without a target it was like shooting at rabbits in the thicket. There wasn’t a point, except to loose your advantage, and your resources only to come out empty-handed. This wasn’t the time for that.

EsGee, sensing Falco’s growing frustration, took to the air with the grace only a spirit guide could. Within a matter of moments EsGee was airborn and climbing into the sky. Circling, EsGee called to Falco with a screech and began to fly South along the worn cobblestone road. Ahh, thought Falco, so it is to the South. Confront my horrors and face the world again is it? So be it.

With grim determination, Falco set out before the path chosen by his spirit guide, EsGee. So they traveled south, Falco trusting in EsGee’s keen senses to alert him of any trouble on the road ahead.

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"Well that idea is just crazy enough to work!" Gray said as he headed for the tree. He pulled off enough branches to keep a fire going for a good long time and helped Arrhandir start the fire. The snake was impaled on make-shift spits and toped with wild herbs and roasted over the open flame.

So, Arrhandir, where ya from? Seems like an odd place to be travelin'.
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Owen:

The common area was crowded. Loud noise of people talking and laughing. The bard had picked up on the general mood and started drinking songs. People where singing and dancing on the table. A pint of lager spilled over Owen, as two men and two women where improvising a dance while singing a song only a little different from the one the bard was singing. The man who spilled his drink did not even notice how his drink got empty, let alone how Owen got wet. He assumed he drank it and put aside the empty pint, bumping into Owen again.

Owen looked around. He saw mercenaries, traders, businessmen. A picture formed in his mind. This here inn was probably the first time these people would sleep in a bed again after a long travel on the road. The Coach House Inn was big enough to entertain the crews of several caravans. Not all where human either. One long table was occupied by dwarfs, who where accountable for at least half the noise in this hall. When Owen followed the innkeep to his room he passed a few halflings bend over a map.


You’re lucky sir, the innkeep said, it’s crowded today. But most prefer to keep their money, or spend it on ale if you like. So we have a few rooms left. Owen followed him up a flight of stairs, and through a hallway. The innkeep opened one of the doors. This one is free sir, you should bolt the door from the inside. Don’t leave your valuables in your room if you leave it. We have had some problems in the past.

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Falco:

In a world of hate and fear, the thought of revenge can be the only thing to keep a man sane. To keep him going. Falco knew from the tribesmen that Omareth was a hostile place. But not like the Heartland. Here, in the homeland of the tribesmen, life is dangerous. But it’s a danger you can see. Orcs roam the plains. And there are beasts, predators and scavengers alike, in search of food. You need to be strong, as well as cunning, to survive.

In the long and unforgiving winters, when food was scarce, orcs would sometimes visit the semi-permanent settlements of his tribe. Only the elders where allowed to speak to them, the rest of the tribe hid themselves in the wooden buildings and tents. Falco remembered it well. It was always very exciting. The tribesmen would collect all their valuables and lay them on the centre square. The orcs would bring food, big game mostly, and trade it for their pick of the valuables. Weapons, clothing, tools, pots and pans. Tensions could easily rise, and did, when the orcs thought it was not enough while the elders said it was to much.

War with orcs could last for years, and had caused the downfall of many a tribe of men. But Falco’s tribe was respected, and they stayed safe.
“As long as you can see your enemy, you need not fear”, the tribesmen taught Falco. “But the men of Omareth, that killed your parents, say yes when they mean no, and stab you in the back when you think you are safe”.

Anger. Falco felt it raising in his chest. He knew he was near the border. Following this road would take him there. Revenge. But how? Even if he did make it past the border, a tribesman would stand out like a beacon. He had not been in a civilised land since the death of his parents. Since he was seven.

Where do you sleep? How do you trade for food?
I will kill them all! Falco almost screamed aloud. His heart rampaged, his mind was ablaze. Come on, focus. Falco breathed. The burning fire of anger slowly moved to the background. Falco could think again.

EsGee was right. It was better to move around Omareth, and reach Ithan in the south. There he could be safe and learn. Yes, learn of the ways of men. Then he could have his revenge.

Not having travelled far, Falco could make out the cobblestone road led to the vague contours of a town in the distance. He glimpsed up reflexively, toward EsGee. EsGee, as most of the time, flew ahead. Towards the town. But suddenly he took a sharp turn to the right, to the west. He dove down, gaining speed and turned towards Falco. EsGee passed Falco at high speed and screeched.


“Presence”

“There is something present” Falco thought as he hold still. He hold his hand above his eyes, to provide some shade and focused.
Grassland. A river. Running roughly from the mountains in south west to north east. The town was build on the banks of that river. A fortified wall was build around … no … Falco strained his eyes to make out details over such distance. The wall wasn’t around the town. Parts where missing. Yes, he could see it clearly now. The wall was torn down at places. So where the buildings within the town. Only parts of buildings stood upright, mostly overgrown with vegetation. A tree grew out the remains of a watchtower.


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"Thank you sir. May the blessings of Heironeous be upon you."

Owen bowed slightly to the innkeep and dropped his belongings on the floor. Tomorrow would be the beginning of his new life it seemed and he was slightly nervous as to what was to become. So before heading to bed for the night he bowed to his knees and thanked Heironeous for his protection of the journey so far and for his guidance into tomorrow.

With that, he removed his armor and travelling clothes before dropping into bed.
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An abandoned town?, Falco thought to himself half in unanticipated surprise. He had known all along that he would have to come upon a settlement, sooner or later, but somehow he had been hoping for later. But perhaps this was a lucky break. He had wanted to gather information about the civilized lands and now he might be able to do just that. To add to that the notion of not having to deal with treacherous Omareth men was almost too much. No, you’re not THAT lucky, said a voice of doubt surfacing in his forethoughts and began to contradict him. Realizing he was being too optimistic he agreed with his doubt, but added, Either way I need information and that abandoned town might have some.

Falco called for EsGee, sending him to scout the town from on-high, while he and Sass approached more cautiously on foot. Careful, Falco projected mentally, and EsGee began to make his way towards the site. He wasn’t sure what they’d find, but he knew better than to go striding in there without at least scouting the surrounding area. Remember what the elders said, ‘But the men of Omareth, that killed your parents, say yes when they mean no, and stab you in the back when you think you are safe’ Sighing he looked at Sass and said,
“why can’t things be like they are in the heartlands?” Sass nudged Falco slightly, causing him to be pushed slightly off-balance. “Ok, ok, we’re going,” Falco said with slight resignation. No one mentioned that this journey would be an easy one as he was finding out.

Slowly they approached the abandoned town, never traveling on the cobblestone itself, rather the brush and scrub just off the side of the trail. Falco didn’t care to travel upon it, but didn’t mind using it as a guide marker for the direction he would travel. Plus, if he and Sass approached by the cobblestone path, if there were enemies within the town, they’d easily be able to spot them as they approached. No, they’d approach cautiously no matter how long it took from somewhere with cover and on something that didn’t bring back painful memories.

If its safe and unoccupied, Falco thought to himself, I’ll spend some time trying to looking around and scavenging what I can use for trade. There is always likely to be some Junik roots growing in this type of vegetation and those can be made into a nice stew. His stomach gurgled at the thought of the stew, which sounded very good at the moment. Unfortunately he needed to assess the situation and determine if he’d be dining alone tonight, or if he’d be forced to move on and find ‘real’ civilization.

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Arrhandir frowned. I come from Nightshade forest, but I don’t think you know that. I’ve been travelling for a while and I’m heading back there. Perhaps we can travel together, if you’re going to Ithan.

Gray and Arrhandir sat whilst they ate and talked a little. Rat lay in between them, and enjoyed the food he was fed. It was still early.

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"Well what a coincidence! Me and Rat are headed to Ithian ourselves." Gray started to fill makeshift bowls with warm water, a root and strange blue-green leaves to form a rudimentary tea. The name of the forest perplexed him, thinking he knew every forest from here to the oceans based on the geography lessons presented by the Deepwardens. The Dwarf decided to give up thinking about it. If his new companion wanted to share a story of his homeland he would do so in his own time. "So what bring you out of the forest and sends you to the realm of men? Seems like you don't leave home without a good reason." The tea started to get hot and gray used a twig to remove the root and leaves from each bowl handing one to Arrhandir.
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Falco:

From a distance, Falco spotted an elevation in the ground with some low trees and bushes. The perfect vantage point. He moved there carefully, leading Sass with him.

He could climb one of the trees for about five foot, giving him a good look on the abandoned town. He could see EsGee soar over the town. He saw the wall, more torn down than upright with vegetation growing all over it. He could see streets, overgrown by grass an small bushes. He could see houses made out of stone, collapsed and overgrown. The remnants of a watchtower with a tree growing out of it. Still, the gate house seemed to be more or less upright. The strong wooden doors had fallen out of their hinges and onto the ground.

Another warning came from EsGee
‘Presence’. Falco looked, he saw some smoke. Four figures sat around a fire. He saw a couple of very big horses grazing. These figures, Falco looked again, they where not human.

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Gray:

Ah, you’re wondering… Said Arrhandir. Good. Very good. It keeps your mind open to new experience. I travelled a while, yet see new things every day.

Arrhandir took a sip from his tea. This tea needed to brew a little longer, to be frank. Still, it’s a good start of our journey.

Arrhandir fell silent as he slowly drank his hot drink.
The realm of men, he finally said, the dwarven mountains. North east of here are the plains of the orcs. On the south eastern shores are the forests of the elves. Yes, I know. Arrhandir looked up and pointed to the sky. They don’t seem to care, he said, as a flock of birds passed over them. Should I?

Arrhandir carefully buried the remnants of the fire, and made sure no signs of their presence remained. We walk.

Mountains. Forested mountains. Yet, judging from the lack of snow covering the peaks, they where getting lower. Two men travelling enjoyed the fresh air and the early warmth of the spring sun. Arrhandir walked in a slow but steady pace. The rough ground didn’t seem to bother him, as he easily moved over and around obstacles. Rat followed in short bursts of speed.

You see, Arrhandir pointed to tracks on the ground, there are bears here. And giants too. That’s why dwarfs never travel alone. I had figured you’re different, if only for Rat who seemed to trust you. And you tell me you travel to the realm of men. Why?

Early evening, they had made good progress.

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