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| Didge | Dec 13 2005, 11:04 AM Post #46 |
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Residential Alaskan Igloo & Walrus Inspector
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The figures were not human, but what then were they? Falco had heard descriptions of orcs but he himself had never actually seen one. He had never really seen anything other than humans in the Heartlands. That didn’t mean he was ignorant of other races, just that those races lived in stories and song, never in flesh. Yet here, in this abandoned town four figures sat before a fire showing him they were real enough. He studied them for a great while, attempting to discern who these beings were. Often, when his mind wandered on such topics of intellectual strain of what to do, Falco would busy his hands with his woodcarvings. It was something that he could create, something he could craft, and something he had complete control over. Unlike situations like these, in which he had too many questions and no one to answer them. It was one of the few things he could do to control his uneasy feelings. It was something to squash the growing anxiety, and other emotions that were bubbling up, attempting to break free. Falco took his time climbing down from his perch, and gathered his tools and a piece of fallen wood in the brush, and then returned carefully again to his perch. Situating himself so he wouldn’t fall, he set out his tools. He studied the four figures as best he could from this distance and then his hands began to work and so did his mind. What can I tell about these four? What do they know about these lands and the inhabitants? Should I approach and introduce myself? What if they are hostile? I can’t seem to make out if they are armored or bearing weapons, I’d likely have to get closer. Do I want to do that? Unfortunately these questions could not be answered without a decision being made. Falco’s questions echoed repeatedly through his head, and he spent a great deal of time watching the four, pondering those questions, working on his carving, and letting the spirits guide his hands and his decision. After some time, Falco looked down at the carving he had unconsciously been working upon. He had sculpted around the natural bends of the wood and drawn out the form hidden beneath the surface. It was of a bear curled up, as if preparing itself for the winter slumber. So it’s decided, he thought to himself. The spirits had shown him an omen in this carving, something he had learnt long ago to read and understand. But you've been wrong before, said the voice of doubt. True enough he had misread his carvings in the past, but the carvings never lied, it was his own inability to read them when he was younger. The spirits were telling him that these figures were to be treated as the great bear itself. The message he understood from the carving was, 'Tread lightly, and do not offend, else a mighty force may be unleashed.' He gathered his tools and climbed down from his perch, again taking his time to ensure not suffering a fall. Falco gathered Sass’ harness and began to head towards the figures. He would wait until near sunset and then approach the figures. He would offer the carving as a token of trust, and use it, and his ability to carve, to barter to see what information may be learned of these lands. Falco was no coward, but if he must flee, he would use EsGee to gain their attention for the briefest of moments in order to steal away in the night instead of attempting to fight the four. If it were one, or even two, and a fight erupted, he felt confident in his martial prowess, but four versus one was not favorable odds. And so Falco waited for nightfall and his inevitable fate with these four strangers. |
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| Freston | Dec 13 2005, 12:07 PM Post #47 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Falco: Drawing closer, Falco used the rubble as cover. He could come close enough to hear them. They talked. It seemed more like shouting, grunting and barking in a very unpleasant manner. They looked big, even while sitting. A head bigger than Falco himself was. And strong, also. They wore armour made of leather, and Falco could see some axes and bows laying within their reach. Falco could see the river running through the town. He could make out two bridges over the river. That is to say, he saw the remnants of what would have been bridges over this fast running river. And he saw movement. Out of the tree growing in the watchtower, a figure descended. Another one of these large men. He shouted something as he approached the group, pointing at the tree. One of the sitting figures stood up, hit the guy from the watchtower on the shoulder as they passed, and climbed in the tree. Here Falco lost sight of him. There where again four figures sitting around the fire. Occasionally, one of them would get up to fetch wood. After a while another change in guard took place. And when the sun was setting, and dusk set in, half a boar was taken from underneath a blanket and hung over the fire. The light breeze took the smell of freshly roasted meat to Falco. It was getting dark. |
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| DaveReaves | Dec 14 2005, 11:18 AM Post #48 |
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"Well ya can't learn everything in the hills! Therlan of the Deepwardens, my teacher and mentor, has sent me to the realm of men to learn what I can from the Ithian enclave. I'm supposed to return to these mountains one day when the time comes. Rat is along for the fun of it I suppose." Gray looked at the evening sky as the sun moved low behind the mountains. It be late already. And I was just starting to have fun too. Perhaps we should go ahead and find a snack and settle down for the night. |
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| Freston | Dec 21 2005, 07:22 AM Post #49 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Akane: She ran. As fast as her legs could carry her, she ran. Away, away from this place. Memories of the night before haunted her. Screams, the stench of death. Why? There was no other way She stopped immediately. A voice she heard before. It spoke to her. She yelled back: I’m gone now, I’ve left. Why do you follow me? It wasn’t me, there was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. There was no other way. The voice sounded deep, rough, grunting. She knew the voice. But he was dead. Another flashback. She saw the villagers. All where dead. She smelled burning meat, the flesh of those she knew. Almost blind to her surroundings, she made her way through the hills and forests. What do you do? |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 21 2005, 10:44 AM Post #50 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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She ran without though through the hills and forest. And still they followed her. Weeping, beging, asking her to save them. And she could not. They were already dead. She wept for them, as she ran. Finally, exaustion overcame her, and she fell to a halt. The voices surged around her, begging her, telling her, commanding her, to kill the Drow. And she could not. She wept for them, laying the forest floor, overcome with sorrow for them. Gradually, their voices faded away. One by one, they faded away, till none were left. Sobbing, she curled up under a tree, and rested. It was a dream. She stood alone, on a flat featureless plain. Nothing else existed. She was all alone. Nervous, she called out, "Hello?" Vauge shapes began to fade in. Like ghost, except less so, they slowly began ghost-like, and then they became more than that, more real. Slowly, Akane could make out that they were houses. as they began to appear in more detail, a horrible though appeared in her mind. They were the farm houses. From the Drow attack. Except these were, whole, and hale. But, ... they were wrong. Something about them gave her the shivers, and she turned away. At some time past, when she was watching the houses, something else had begun fading in. As Akane watched, it grew into a humanoid form. Then, she realized what it was. With a horrified moan, she backed away from it. It was one of the dead farmfolk. his skull had been cleaved in half, and his brains were spilling out. Yet, he did not move. Only stood there, as if ... frozen. As she backed away from him, she bumoed into something. Akane spun around, and saw one of the female clerics from the church. Her head was whole, and unsaccred, but ... the rest of her body was scarred with acid marks, giving her a deformed look. Nausea overcame Akane, and she vomited. Head spinning, she moved away. Yet still more came. More and more faded in, till the whole farm community was there. Except one. The half-orge. He was nowhere to be seen. And then, it began. There was a noise from outside the gate, as before. But this time, the farmfolk gaurd LET THEM IN! All over town, the Drow slew the farmfolk, and thy stood there, and ... laughed, laughed, while the Drow slew them. And then, at last, they fell to the ground, dead agin. Then the Drow turned to her, and she saw thm clearly for the first time. They were not Drow. They were her. She had killed the town, and murdered everyone there. Herself in the Drow cleric's place laughed, and advanced toward her. Numb with terror, horror, and regert, Akane could do nothing, as Herself closed in upon her. Right as She swung her mace She wispered, "You are mine now, and we shall have so much fun together." Akane woke, gasping for breath, and sobbed over the murder of all she held dear, a second time, by her. Eventually, the passing of time dulled her meory, and she was better able to function. Hunger was an ache in her stomach, and her throat was parched. Ooc. I move at half my over-land speed, and use the survival skill for food for me and my animal companion. I take ten and have a +9 skil modifier. So 10+9=19 vs Dc 12. Ic Akane moved about the forest, heading somewhere. She didn't know where, but anyplace was better than here, where the dead ... tormenteded her. She scavanged as she went along, gathering food for herself, and her Wolf companion. |
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| Didge | Dec 21 2005, 10:49 AM Post #51 |
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The smell of the freshly roasted boar meat was filling Falco’s nose, and he was reminded of the tribe. He had been eating mostly rabbits, mushrooms, and other various plants while he traveled south. The smell of the boar meat was a pleasant one indeed. But he needed to be careful, because this wasn’t the tribe’s feast. It was someone else’s. Five someone’s to be more specific. Steeling his nerve, he drew in a slow breath. His morningstar was hanging on his belt to his side, and his shield was on his arm. It’s now or never, he thought wryly as he stood up from his observation point and made his way towards the four sitting around the fire. He knew now of the fifth in the watchtower and kept his mind to ensure that the one there could not cut off his retreat if needed. Mentally he commanded EsGee to be on guard as he fingered the hand-sized wooden bear he had carved earlier. He knew his spirit guide would watch over him, whether it was in this life or the next. EsGee, as if on command, flew to a spot opposite the campsite in which Falco wound enter, and waited. Ever silent, and ever vigilant, EsGee would wait for Falco’s mental command. Falco’s heart began to race. He could feel his emotions becoming the raging torrent of chaos that threatened to consume him flowing and ebbing, ready to be unleashed at a moments notice. He held those feelings in check, for the moment. Steady, he told himself, the unknown is just that. His eyes darted back and forth and he could feel his words come from his mouth, but he was certain it wasn’t he who had spoken aloud. “Ho the camp, I mean no harm. I seek a warm fire and company for the evening!” His steady voice carried through the dusk’s night and was loud enough to be heard by all sitting there in camp. He swallowed unconsciously, attempting his best to not be intimidated by these beings, and to project an air of confidence in his own abilities and stature. He was however ready to run for Sass, who he had left a short distance away, if trouble erupted. But he was hoping it wouldn’t. He needed information, and this was as good a place to start as any. |
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| Freston | Dec 21 2005, 01:18 PM Post #52 |
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Akane: She searched for food. All of a sudden, her Wolf held still. Alerted. By what? Akane listened carefully, the sounds of the forests and something she made out as…. As what? Fire? OOC: Could you mark the things you say aloud in another color? |
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| Freston | Dec 21 2005, 01:21 PM Post #53 |
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Gray: Yes, replied Arrhandir, we should. Ithan is not far now, we’ll reach it tomorrow. Arrhandir and Gray spend the better part of the evening searching for both food and a place to make camp. Once settled they cooked a rabbit over a small fire. Arrhandir sat silently, whilst eating. Rat did a little food search of his own, coming back now and then to see if his two companions could spare him a little. A noise. Arrhandir did not seem to hear it. But the dwarf did. Gray heard a footstep behind the bushes to his left. |
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| Freston | Dec 21 2005, 01:27 PM Post #54 |
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Falco: Within the blink of an eye, the four beings got up and grabbed their weapons. Falco could see them more clearly now. They where indeed a head bigger than him, broad shoulders and muscular arms. They where dressed in leather clothes, that obviously had been damaged more often than repaired. Greenish grey skin. Protruding chin, with big tusks sticking out. Their forehead sloped back. Long unkempt hair. One of them grunted: Ein Mensch, mit eine Schlag soll er sterben. He moved foreward, holding a two handed axe in his hands. One of the others, who looked even bigger, raised his hand, and said: Warte Mahl, erst soll ich mit ihn reden He approached Falco and said: Man come here, man big warrior yes. Man of north? His grunting voice was ill equipped for pronouncing the common tongue, and it sounded unpleasant to say the least. His probing eyes looked Falco up and down, checking his equipment and physical appearance. A devilish smile came upon his scarred face. Long, unkempt hair hung over his broad shoulders. He held a big sword in his hand. Tatsächlich ein Mensch, he laughed What seeks camp here, mit us? Used checks: Diplomacy Sense Motive |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 21 2005, 02:01 PM Post #56 |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 21 2005, 02:09 PM Post #57 |
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Akane froze, and signaled her Wolf to follow her, silently. ( Heel command, taken 10 10+9= 19 vs Dc 10 ) She crept along silently with Wolf, looking to find the fire. She drew her spear, ready to attack if attacked. Ooc: What spells do I have? What are my hit points? What are Wolf's Hp? |
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| DaveReaves | Dec 21 2005, 03:00 PM Post #58 |
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My daddy always told me not to sit with my back to the bushes, grey thought to himself as went over his options. He alerted Arrhandir to the upcoming threat by cupping his hand to his ear, mimicing a walking huminoid with his right hand then pointed over his left shoulder towards the sound. Quietly, the Dwarf stood and gripped his bow. Sliding an arrow out of his quiver he rested the etched, wooden shaft on his bow string and strained to see what threat was upon him. |
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| Didge | Dec 21 2005, 03:29 PM Post #59 |
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Falco nodded, slowly. So the creature understood common it would appear, but he did not understand their language. While he nodded, he repositioned himself to stand taller, unconsciously flexing his muscles, not wanting to be the smallest creature in this clearing. He did not bother to look at the other creatures around the campfire, suspecting they may see in him a sense of desperation and uncertainty. Instead he focused on the one who spoke common (or what could arguably be called common), and was perhaps this group’s leader. Falco knew he didn’t have long before the fifth would spot the commotion in the camp and investigate. Likely attempting to position itself to cut off his retreat, should he attempt one. “Yes,” Falco said, his voice slow, smooth and unbroken, “I’m from the Heartlands,” as he slowly pointed north. He didn’t want to make any fast movements, not with this creature’s sword drawn. Pointing to himself, Falco said proudly, “I’m Falco, of the Tinderstone Tribes.” Falco lifted the carving of the slumbering bear to show the creature and again spoke slowly, “Trade this, for evening’s stay and knowledge of lands here. Spirits have guided me.” Falco’s face was like carved stone, his outward emotions were something he had long mastered, but it was his internal emotions he wished to control. While he and this giant of a creature spoke, Falco could feel those emotions frothing, attempting to unleash themselves on this creature. Friend. Make him your friend. You’ve done it before, do so now! the voices of his emotions cried out. Falco struggled to gain the upper hand in this internal debate. NO! There are too many. I cannot convince them all. Not at once. Quiet, all of you…NOW! With that his emotions fell back into the hidden place, deep within the recesses of his being. He had won the mental battle, but for how long only time could tell. It’s only a matter of time before they come back, you know that, the voice of doubt echoed in his head. He knew alright, and he would be ready for them again. He would learn to master those feelings, those powers, and then…then he could achieve his revenge. But first, an obstacle stood before him. One that even the mighty Falco doubt he could simply muscle past. |
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| Freston | Dec 23 2005, 04:40 PM Post #60 |
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Akane: Bushes in front of her. The area was heavily wooded. Easy A grunting voice said inside her head They can be anywhere Akane held still, felt the presence of Wolf by her side. A glimpse. A figure, not to tall, around 5 feet. Long, white hair. Dressed in green and dull yellow. And a Dwarf. A dwarf in a coal black leather outfit. He was preparing his bow. She had not gone unnoticed, she thought. Used checks: Heel Move Silently Hide OOC: You can't take ten on a heel command in this situation. It provokes an Attack of Oppurtunity Then again, as no actual combat is in progress, you may assume your companion follows your lead. |
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