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| Freston | Dec 29 2005, 09:21 AM Post #76 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Falco: Talking thus, and keeping an outward expression of calmness, flabergasted the tall Orc. He stepped backward, feeling himself in the middle of something he couldn't grasp. Dann müßt ihr mit ihn reden. Genau the scarred Orc said as he stepped up to Falco. Ich he pointed at his chest Marn Du he pointed at Falco Wer bist du? The night was rapidly setting. It was getting dark and cold. OOC1: This course of events was only possible on a roll of natural 20. OOC2: You are right Didge, 70% of interaction is non-verbal. That is why I added the German language. To give characters a chance to understand, if ever so little. You would loose all that if I just wrote: the Orcs are yelling at each other -or- The tall one sais: Krgkmn herrtn ggggglhrhhrgrg. Even if you get the lines translated I'm not afraid of meta gaming, I thrust you all in that. IRL we use English or German for every language not every PC speaks. All the players understand what was said, but not every PC may act upon the information. This never leads to problems, although some players sigh when they hear: Wir sollen sie ins schlaf totmachen (Translation:We shall kill them in their sleep) |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 29 2005, 12:05 PM Post #77 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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So many lives, all around here. Dieing, living, all of them. Countless spirits walked, and Akane saw them all be born, live, and die. Countless ages passed before her, as she watched the life of the forest from growth to present. The mortal mind was not meant to see such things, and Akane could feel her mind slipping into inhuman thoughts as she watched. Much she learned that night, though most of it forgotten, to save her sanity. As the history of the forest passed, and left her, she could see her village burn, again. Men, and women died around her, and she fell again a second time. Then, the visions over, she fell into a blackness, a fell sleep, were ghosts gathered round her. Wolves and deer, and the townsfolk slain, all gathered around her. Sitting, waiting for something. The, they slowly parted, and something walked down, toward her. Brillant so much that she could not look at it, it walked closer to her. Even in her slumbered dream, Akane knew she could not see the thing, and have her thoughts remain sane. Form another direction the mist parted, and two figures entered. Arrhandir, and Wolf. Wolf, and yet not wolf. Burning with dark light, he closed toward Akane, and the dark light and the brillance fought for control. Arrhandir closed toward Akane, saying in a strange voice, wake up girl. Wake up. Tell me your name.Her name? What was it? Akane... that was it. But how to wake up? A voice like nothing at all spoke to her. To leave your dream, you must die. Die. To trust a voice of nothing. And yet, she was already falling toward an abyess. What more could dying do? If she was going to die, she'd die of her will, not another's. Akane drew her spear, and impaled herself upon it. The girl woke, gasping for air. She looked around unseing, and pantimimed drawing a spear. Then, she trust it into herself. Her eyes, formerly, black, changed into pits devoid of color, absorbing all light around them, shadowing her face. Blood spilled out of her mouth, and she collapsed. As she lay writhering on the ground, shadows cloaked her, hiding her form view. The, the shadows departed, and she lay, peacefully sleeping. Only, ... her eyes were still, ... different. Wolf walked over to Akane, and howled to the moon, in triumph, a sound that chilled to the bone, as if he had fought, and hurt a hated enemy. All around her, the world swam, two sets of vision belonging to her. One, of the normal world, the other, of the spirits. She could not see them both and remain consicious, so rather than collaspe again, she built up mental shields around her, and closed herself off to the spirits. She could not see them anymore, and relaxed. Then, Wolf howled, and the shields fell, leaving her to see them both again. |
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| DaveReaves | Dec 29 2005, 12:27 PM Post #78 |
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"This don't look good" Gray muttered as he worked to heat the water over the camp fire. What’s wrong with the girl? Grey strained to think of what could cause the seizures, hysteria and bleeding the girl was experiencing.[/i] Once the water was good and hot, Grey handed it and a piece of cloth to Arrhandir, hoping he knew what he was doing. |
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| Aladdar | Dec 30 2005, 08:21 AM Post #79 |
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meanwhile, back in Ferdan. "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" Owen dreamt of and
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| Freston | Dec 30 2005, 01:02 PM Post #80 |
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Akane, Gray: Dreams torment you, visions, is it not? Over Arrhandirs face came an expression of understanding. Ah, thank you Gray he took the water and the piece of cloth from the dwarf. Tell us girl, describe to us what you see. Without any introduction, Arrhandir added some herbs from his puch to the water. He then wetted the cloth, and let it cool off for a moment. He then started cleaning the wound on Akane's arm. Akane recognises the 'herb' as the bask of a birch, and knows it for it's antiseptic qualities. Arrhandir repeats: Can you see them now? |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 30 2005, 01:12 PM Post #81 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Yes. Always I see them. Waking, sleeping, dying I see them. The dead spirits, all around me. They speak to me, voices in my head, whispering, always. |
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| Freston | Dec 30 2005, 01:32 PM Post #82 |
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Owen: His tiredness and good conscience enabled Owen to sleep through the noices and sounds of this unfamiliar place. The sheer size of the Coach House Inn was alone bewildering, even for someone who has lived in a city for how long he can remember. Years of monastary life had tuned Owen to wake early, and the first crowings of the towns cocks where enough to do so. The dim light in the room was something Owen needed to adjust to for a second. Briefly wake, yet still deprived of vision, he felt his body refreshed. His limbs where not used to long marches, but Owen was strong and well trained. As the contours of the rooms furniture began to form, Owen heard dim sounds from where he remembered the common room. |
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| Didge | Dec 30 2005, 01:34 PM Post #83 |
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Falco shifted slightly, anticipating a potential attack and not wanting to be caught flat-footed. If the creature swung his weapon, he would step away and ignite the internal spark that would enlarge himself. As much as the voices screamed for him to show his might, he refrained…for the moment. His facial features began to break the calm façade that he had been using all along and a cursory look of confusion crossed his face. Now you’ve done it, piped the voice of doubt in the back of his mind. Falco wrestled with the new dilemma of the scarred orc, his own emotions attempting to erupt from his skull, and figuring out what he was to do now. The elders aren’t here to save you, so what are you going to do? The voice of doubt echoed again in his head. Falco pointed to himself and said, “Falco.” Looking back at the scarred orc and pointing, saying in a questioning tone, “Marn?” Without taking his eyes away from the potential threat, he asked the tall Orc, “Please tell him I meant no disrespect. By his actions that I’ve understood, he doesn’t trust me. I ask that all is forgiven. If it cannot, then I must know your customs for settling this matter. I only wish to share the fire and companionship for the night.” |
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| Freston | Dec 30 2005, 02:31 PM Post #84 |
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Akane, Gray: In the dim light of the fire, Arrhandir cleanded Akane's wounds. He looked at Gray, with a worried expression on his face. That's enough to drive anyone crazy he said. When did this start? |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 30 2005, 02:40 PM Post #85 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Start? Memories flooded through her mind. Since birth, she had been able to see them, the spirits. They were sometimes there, but they vanished soon after, and she ignored them, hoping they were illusions. Then, one day, after killing an orc raiding party with some farmfolk, things got worse. Spirits flickered through her mind, laughing as she watched her distant past struggle with the few days after the raiding party, before the attack. She had gained a growing sense of ... something then. And the, ... no, she could not think of that. It was too much. A worried look crossed Akane face. "Since birth, I saw them, realizing it only now. Then, after, ..." At this a spasam of pain crosses her face, and she speaks no more. |
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| Aladdar | Dec 30 2005, 03:51 PM Post #86 |
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Owen woke with a fresh mind. His long travel to the town of wallac was almost over. He rose and wished he knew who this Mortwick was. He trusted Oban, he had his whole life, but he was still uncertain. Donning only his clerical robe, he bowed beside his bed and began his ritualistic morning prayers to Heironeous, drinking in the strength of his God and feeling his power which was open to him. A glorious feeling, one he could not believe others would ignore. Finished, he arose and donned the rest of his adventuring gear, making sure his Holy Symbol was clearly evident and then opened the door. The sounds rushed to his ears as if they had not been there before, chatter, glasses clinking, the sound of orders coming from the kitchen down below; and then, the sound of his stomach rumbling as the scents rose to greet him. He quickly headed down the stairs and into the common dining area. He smiled at the innkeep and headed over towards him. "May the Lord Heironeous bless you for your kindness. I haven't had a good nights rest like last nights in several days." He dropped a silver piece upon the bar. "For your troubles sir. Is there anything you could tell me of the village of Wallac, or of Mortwick?" |
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| Freston | Dec 31 2005, 07:11 AM Post #87 |
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Falco: You friend? Friend of Orc? The tall Orc started laughing again. Er hat ein großes Maul, dieser neues Freund von dir. Wißt du dass er hier schlafen wollest? Er fragt was er dazu tun soll. Ich sage, lass ihn nur zeigen daß er würdig ist. Das Zulassungsprüfung. The tall Orc was addressing Marn with this. <img src='http://home.hetnet.nl/~mciack/images/Falco in Orccamp.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image'> Marn responded Genau, wann er die kraft seiner Geiste erweisen kann, dann können wir ihn vielleicht brauchen. Ich frage mir was Zamann sagen soll, wann er kommst. You afraid? Human! The tall Orc yelled at Falco. We fight! Put weapons ground. I win, I keep. You win, you stay. The camp seemed in turmoil all of a sudden. Marn used his axe to carve a circle of about 20 feet in diameter on a stretch of unimproved soil. The Orcs that had remained by the campfire lighted two torches each, and where talking, grunting sounds more like it, excited to each other. The Orc in the tree remained there, but was responding to the goings on below by yelling. There was no way Falco could make anything out from what he heard. The tall Orc put down his sword, and undressed his torso. Even in the dim light of the night, Falco could make out several scars on the muscular chest and arms of the tall Orc. He pointed at the equipment he put on the ground and said You also, human. I win, I keep. You win, you stay. EDIT: Changed measurement of cirlce |
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| Freston | Dec 31 2005, 07:15 AM Post #88 |
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Owen: The Innkeep yawned behind his hand, and took the silver piece from the bar without looking. Thank you sir. He looked up towards the ceiling to structure his thoughts, and spoke as if addressing a whole group of people Wallac is a village to the north of Ferdan. It’s half a days travel by foot, and it is the closest village to the border between Ithan and the dwarven kingdom of Kuroth. It also lies within a days march from Omareth. The innkeep paused for a while Wallac, and who do you say? Motick? He’s the priest there methinks. Oh! Mortwick! Yes, he’s the one! The common folk don’t seem to keen on him, yet the queens men hold him in the highest regard. They patrol that area often, you know? We get a lot of soldiers when they are on leave here. Haha, you do hear things when you tend the bar. The innkeep sinks into a memory, or so it seems. The common area is getting more and more crowded as the guests are leaving their beds, and getting ready for another days work. At first the room was quiet, but the sound of dimmed voices now fills the room with whispers. Only one table, on the far end of the room, makes an exception to this. Dwarves sit there, drinking large pints of ale. And their voices sound loud, unaccustomed to the quiet morning ritual most humans prefer after a nights drinking. As the innkeep stands there thinking, a small crowd gathered behind Owen. Can I order something, one of them says. Of course, just a moment, the innkeep replies. You had also ordered breakfast, wasn’t it? Bread or porridge? I’ll have it send, just take a seat. The innkeep said, addressing Owen. Ale to go with it? Used check: Gather Information |
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| Aladdar | Dec 31 2005, 07:24 AM Post #89 |
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Porridge please, and no ale. I'd like a clear head this morning. I'll take anything else you have for drink sir. Owen took a seat at a small table out of the way again attempting to overhear anything of interest. Gather Information Check |
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| Freston | Dec 31 2005, 07:56 AM Post #90 |
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Owen: I trust you had a good sleep? The small redhead lass from the night before stood besides Owen as she put down a bowl of porridge, a pot of syrup and a pint of what turned out to be goats milk. She was off again, without waiting for an answer, although she did grant Owen her beautiful smile as if apologising for her hurry. Two poorly dressed men sat on the same table as Owen. I’ve heard there was another fight at the Wanderlust. The what? Replied the other. You know, the Wanderlust. That tavern near the market. Well I’ve heard there wasn’t a fight, sometime six years ago. Both laughed. Makes you wonder why we need guards, if them thieves go on killing each other. Both received a piece of bread, and a dish with unions, a small piece of cheese and half a sausage to split between them. A meal fit for a king, and with that, they started eating. |
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