Garrett Saturday June 17th, 2006 9:13:42 AM
"Alright. Bohdi, why don't you and Neco go to the catacombs and get our loot appraised and/or identified, we may wish to report our findings to Karya if there is something of use to the village or something that is unusual for the Sne Kjemepe to have possessed. I will go and speak with Karya, and find out if she wishes for the full accounting now or wishes to wait until later. Those of you that have other things you wish to take care of, go ahead, and I will come find you if Karya wants a full report from us all ASAP. While we are all out and about, and helping out, listen to people and see if we can learn what things might be needed to help out the village."
Unless there are objections or someone wishes to do other things, then garrett will unload his gear and head off to see Karya.
Dregar Saturday June 17th, 2006 12:04:59 PM
Dregar is helped over the wall and lands in the snow with a loud slushy plop. He rights himself off and dusts off some of the clinging snow.
" Bah, I'd rather be splitting that giants head open then have them help me over the wall again." he says back to no one in particular.
He walks a bit but stops when he notices dicussions are going on about what to do. When hearing Bohdi mention cleaning up, he looks down at his furs and leathers and sees giant blood dried on the armor.
" I'm good, " he called out. " fresh as any snow wolf I've seen."
He awaited again to see what was going to happen, and then when Garret said that Bohdi and Neco where going to the catacombs, he withdrew the necklace Bohdi let him use and handed it back. He then waited to head to Kayra's tent with the others.
Neco Sunday June 18th, 2006 10:46:11 PM
Neco obeys the leaders command to visit the catacombs, but she would have gone even if he hadn't asked. "Ok then Garrett, Bohdi and I shall head off to the catacombs." The rogue takes a step in the direction of the portal but stops suddenly. "Are we to purchase anything while we are there?" Neco waits for a response, and then she gleefully skips off to do her bidding calling for Bohdi to hurry up.
Nauthiz'Ull Sunday June 18th, 2006 11:57:59 PM
The ranger breathes in deeply as he crosses over the berm smiling wildly. Bright white teeth gleam in the sunshine of the day and he nods intently at the raidho's remark about Úlf-warja'Ingr.
"I will see him shortly, for now though, I need to speak with Kayra and Svanhvit with Garrett. How fares the village in our absence wunjos?"
Nauth will accompany his blessed friend to talk with Kayra and will ask for an audience with Svanhvit as well if she is not already present.
Speaking to the chosen of Domi as they stomp semi-familiar grounds once more, "Wunjo, what are we to discuss with Kayra? I need to share my dream with them; the dream that I awoke to when we were reunited. The raidho said that I just vanished one day. I remember a dream, then your voices and myself laying under a fir tree. I am curious as to the powers behind that dream."
Garrett Monday June 19th, 2006 9:39:04 AM
Nauth,"Discussing that dream sounds like a good idea. I have nothing in particular to discuss. We will give them a full accounting of what we saw and did. I'm sure there will be much discussion on the whishami, and why the ogres were doing what they were doing."
"We probably should not buy anything quite yet. It seems it would be best to see how much we actually have, and what it is valued at. Then can plan as to how best spend it."
Aiden Monday June 19th, 2006 1:56:14 PM
Aiden nodded as he saw his fellow.. adventurers...split up to take care of various tasks. Some were for the group's own good, and some were for personal reasons.
Given the moment of free time, Aiden decided that visiting his master's grave would be for the best. Without the knowledge his teacher had bestowed upon him, he would not have been useful reading the tracks during the trip.
There was also a matter of quietly asking for continued guidance on becoming a better warrior, especially given his recent battle performance, and a reader of nature. Furu was the first time that he had met a creature that wasn't just 'an animal' in the wylds, and it was something that continued to generate curiousity (about the 'truth' of the various tales from Twin Tusks).
Ice Peak Monday June 19th, 2006 2:46:00 PM
The group moves into the village, some head for a breif rest and to clean up, some head for the Catacombs and still others move to seek out Kayra and the High Priestess of Domi. A very brief discussion on what to say takes place as Nauthiz'Ull and Garret make thier way to Kayra's tent or rather her lodge in the rebuilt village.
Nauthiz'Ull and Garret make thier way to the obelisk. Nauthiz'Ull remembers when he was last in the village that Kayra's and Svanhit's lodge were to be joined and located still at the head of the obelisk. Everpresent are the two barrel chested barbarian guards flanking the door. As they are approached and it becomes obvious Garret and Nauthiz'Ull are not planning to pass by, one steps slightly forward. "As'Domi, you may not enter. The elder and priestess are not inside, nor have sent for you to wait. They are working on the southern wall and lodges. You may find them there." He points south and gives a nod, then steps back.
Bohdi and Neco finds the common lodge the groups individual gear was moved to quickly enough with a question or two to those working on other structures. A short 4' ramp descends to the thick furs and once pushed aside, Bohdi finds himself in a 6x9 antechmaber with a mostly ivory frame. Cloaks, furs, gloves and hats hang from every wall and a circular bench sits in the middle of the room. Opposite is another thick skinned doorwall that leads into the long lodge itself. The ceiling glows a blish light from sever ice crystals attached to it. To the main interior Bohdi is met by a rich golden glowing fire in the center of the 50 some odd long hall. Three massive columns made of bound together tusks support the ceiling and raised beds of thick soft furs line each wall. It appears about 20 others will be in this particular lodge with the party. Bohdi locates his belongnings an flops down. The bed gives some and the warmth of the soft furs threatnes to instantly swallow him and send him on to the land of dreams. Neco takes in the rest of the lodge and mostly notes the very pleasant temperature and even a rather pleasant smell coming from several urns hanging from the ceiling.
Aiden takes his leave and goes to pay respects to the man who bested him in combat, took him in and taught him as his own son. The devastation to the area by several feet of ash followed by the snow makes the exact place, however, near impossible to find. The subtle markers of the wall and boulder and gone. Aiden does eventually settle to upon his best guess and kneels in the snow, fresh from a few days earlier. Soon enough he is finished and upon getting to his feet, Aiden finds Fuller'Heimdall standing nearby. "The wind carries your story and again you make me and your father proud. I can not speak for the others, but I invite you to the fire circle tonight." The big man turns and moves back towards one of the lodges being worked on with a shout "Hvues, Let me help before you injure yourself old man." A chuckle and feigned insult is returned from the unseen man Heimdall just spoke to.
Dregar declares himself almost immediately ready to again speak with Kayra and the dwarf follows Garret and Nauthiz'Ull. Having been redirected the three find Kayra easy enough. She nods and motions the group to come near as she dismisses several others about her.
"You should go and rest. The eastern March is no easy one and," she pauses taking in Dregar, "It would appear you have not readily had the chance to do so since you left. You are here, so I know the Kjempe are driven off or killed. We shall all hear your tales tonight at the fire Circle, after the young ones are asleep." As if she could anticipate Garret she holds up a hand, "The village needs rebuilt still true, but you have earned the rest for this day. Go and take it." Her voice is smooth and flowing without hint of anger or command.
Bohdi Nackle Tuesday June 20th, 2006 7:40:50 AM
The furs around Bohdi cradled and hugged him. They were warm, and--after days in the wild--enticingly comfortable. They felt like gentle hands holding him, like a loved one ... Like a particular loved one ....
"Mmmmsn'ff ... Flea ...." Bohdi rolled to one side and hugged the furs closer to his face, breathing deeply in the thick, wooly hair.
"Mmmmmsn'hmm?" His eyes opened wide with surprise and he regarded the wolfskin in front of him. Pushing the fur aside, he sat up and blinked heavily.
"Time enough for that later," he told himself. He got up and moved through the village to find Svanhit. He had a personal question to ask her.
Garrett Tuesday June 20th, 2006 8:01:46 AM
Garrett nods at Karya's words, seeing the wisdom in a rest for the weary. "Until tonight then."
Garrett turns and leaves, seeing no point in arguing with Karya, or her logic. He tries to quickly locate as many of his wunjo's as he can, and advises them of what Karya said. He then heads to find his possessions, and sleeping place. Upon arriving, he removes his gear, cleans himself up, and then passes out.
Dregar Tuesday June 20th, 2006 10:26:35 AM
Dregar looks down at his clothing again when Kayra mentions the looking tired part. He lightly lifts up his left arm and sticks his nose into his own armpit, and takes a rough snort of air in.
" Smells good to me" he says, as he turns to leave.
Aiden Tuesday June 20th, 2006 11:07:41 AM
Aiden looked up to see what was happening, after being surprised from his musings by Fuller'Heimdall. ~strange...the lands struck at them, but they work on.~ A small smile appeared on his face, ~Those of Twin Tusks call them weak because they do not fight. They are wrong...~
Having paid his respects to his master, Aiden stands up and takes in a deep breath. His body, down past the muscle almost through the bone, was tired and sore. Cursing at himself for being weak, Aiden wanted to help the people build up the palisade or re-work one of the lodges, but he was far too tired.
"Now it is time to rest..." his voice echoing to some extent Fuller'Heimdall's words, almost as if to try and convince himself. "and later we shall help them again..."
There was a small chuckle as Aiden saw that he had become weak in the eyes of the Tuskers. Right now, having come back victorious, he should be drinking and wenching (not necessarily in that order). "Perhaps later..." as the thought did warm him up momentarily.
And with that, Aiden slowly made his way towards the group's lodge and the comfortable sleeping furs that were held within. Restful slumbers took him away as his body called its due as he was quite fatigued, no, that is not accurate enough, exhausted...
Of course, due to how tired he was, he snored quite loudly....
Nauthiz'Ull Tuesday June 20th, 2006 11:56:03 AM
Nodding in appreciation to Kayra the young man still has questions that need asking. "Kayra, I have a few questions in which I need to discuss in private with Svanhvit and you if that is your wish." Looking apologetically at Garrett for openly admitting that he could not hear his questions he returns to the elders. "Shall I wait until the fire ring tonight or could we speak sooner?"
There is a bit of tension released after crossing over the wall but looking over the village and realizing how much work still needs to be done. An audible sigh is produced as he and the cleric and the dwarf return to their new shelter. Upon finding his bed, hopefully in the immediate vicinity of his travel wunjos, Nauth strips his furs down and wears only his leathered under layer. Returning his feet to his mottled-grey, ulf fur-lined boots he steps outside to a nearby snowpile and drops to his kness. Unlacing his shirt he grabs a handful of snow and begins wiping his armpits, neck, chest and stomach with the snow. His lithe body begins to catch the rays of the sun. After only a few moments (as this process must be done rather quickly) he wipes whatever moisture is on his body off with a well-woven towel and relaces his shirt.
Returning to the longhouse Nauth watches as his wunjos settle in and begin becoming acclimated to the new living quarters.
"Well wunjos, it seems as though home has noticed us. It is interesting how the last time we returned home as a group, there were drums playing and a celebration on its way. Tonight we have the fire circle."
Laying down within his ulf-furs he tosses and turns viciously as he tries to settle in. His only thoughts held on just a short while ago he and Friga would be sleeping in their own tent...together. The turning settled after a while of struggle as his mind floated back to the ice cavern where Friga's spirit dagger lay imbedded in the frozen wall.
Neco Tuesday June 20th, 2006 6:00:42 PM
Neco collects whatever is needed from the lodging and prepares to head to the catacombs. "Do we have everything we need Bohdi?" the young rogue enquires. When she gets little more than a murmur for a response, she shouts out to him: "It is no time for sleep. You can rest latter. I want... I mean Garrett wants us to go the catacombs."
Preparations Wednesday June 21st, 2006 8:36:00 AM Dregar, Nauthiz'Ull and Garret take their leave of Kayra and to the dwarf the woman gives a small chuckle and shake of her head, but she says nothing. Her brow arches slightly her interest obviously peaked, but again she shakes her head. "The Fire Circle is the proper place. The village will be quite anxious to hear your tale and your thoughts of the tale. It will likely be one of the larger gatherings this night I think. Go and take some rest, it may very well be a long night as well." She gives a small smile again and there is a glimmer in her eye that is being left unspoken. Kayra, the village leader and revered elder then returns to work. The trio make their way to the lodge and find the others already there. Neco is currently trying to rouse Bohdi from the soft beds and soon they are off to look for
Aiden finds his thoughts contrasting Ice Peak and Twin Tusks. The strength of each place can not be denied, but it is amazing from where those strengths seem to emminate. Soon he is wrapped in soft white fox and deep in slumber.
Bohdi forces himself from the bed at Neco's prodding on the catacombs and his own desire to see the Domi High Priestess.
Neco shadows the gnome and both locate the Svanhit in short order. Svanhit continues cutting a massive tusk as she talks. The axe in her hand hurls into the ivory with stunning force and precision. WHACK! "Go to the catacombs if you wish to, but do not be too long. WHACK! You are anticipated at Fire Circle tonight and it would be best, WHACK! if you were well rested. Any story or thoughts about your travels WHACK! should be saved for tonight."
Soon enough dinner time arrives and the group is likely taken a bit back when it is delivered to you in the lodge. The meal consists of fox and seal seasoned with some unfamiliar roots and herbs. The drink, served in an ice chalice, is milk. The six delivering the meal consist of no one anyone knows, which in such a small village is quite another trick. They say nothing, but merely set down the trays, which are highly etched in magnificant detail of vines entwining about the outer edges and a symbol of Domi in the center with a great blazing fire about it. The trays themselves are made of a dark metal, but despite this, the trays are not cold in the slightest. The six, a mix of men and women covering the age of adulthood to well beyond 60, say nothing coming or going. Very soon the group is alone again in the great lodge and it is at this point all realize that despite the many beds, no one has entered since you arrived.
DM Note: if one of Bohdi's questions is about ID'ing the potion, she agrees to look at it later, after dinner.
Below is the list of treasures. You can decide by email or on the board what to do and sell it in the catacombs while we still continue the story.
Treasure: violet garnet 600gp aquamarine 300gp Deep azure spinel 500gp, 3 moonstones 40gp, 50gp and 60gp, 2 pieces of polished jasper 60gp and 40gp polished amber 110gp Jade 80gp, 8 polished Jet each 9gp, (72gp) Golden pearl 120gp, Golden yellow topaz 650, Ivory ring inset Smokey Quartz 80gp, Bracelet amber and jasper 100gp 9x18 (163sp), 2x18 (36gp) 19x3 (57sp), 7x3 (21gp), Moss agate 12gp, Banded agate 10gp, Freshwater pearl 14gp, Star Rose Quartz 40gp, GP value of treasure 3012/6=502 extra 5 gp
Bohdi Nackle d20+12=26 d20+10=13 Wednesday June 21st, 2006 2:48:36 PM
Bohdi studied the strange trays and even stranger servants with curiosity. He examined everything discreetly through his magic-sensing spectacles rune (Cast Detect Magic, Spellcraft if applicable 26), and sniffed appraisingly at the food as it was delivered. (Craft Alchemy to identify unusual substances or poisions, if applicable, 13. Never mind.) He arched a questioning eyebrow at the others but said nothing and, after nibbling cautiously to determine that the food was palatable, ultimately tucked in with a surprisingly voracious appetite.
"After days of hardtack--even Furu's berries--this is a good sight better," Bohdi observed.
When the six of them were alone again, Bohdi turned to Neco. "Right, lass, let's get ready to go to the shop, then, shall we? Here are those magic items that we took from the giants, to sell for the group." He displayed the necklace, potion, and gem. "Now, let's have a look at those stones and coins that you collected. I might be able to appraise their value. Who knows, maybe they're worth something after all."
Nauthiz'Ull Wednesday June 21st, 2006 4:32:38 PM
Laying, sprawled out on his fur covered bed the young man arches his back tighly, stretching out into as much comfort as he can cover. Yawning deeply as the smells of dinner waft through the hut, he slowly hears the voices of his wunjos flutter through his dreams.
Bolting into a sitting position the iced-blue eyes grow as wide as an Iss'Wurm's gape. "SEAL?! Ohh man I love seal! Quickly he grabbing a mammoth scapula plate he loads on as much food as the recycled skeleton piece will hold.
Between audibly gasping for air and spittle flying wayward, the ranger looks up with no apparent sign of embarrassment and spews forth some words.
"Umm, chewf guys chould wait...umm, til fire ring..is...umm done." ::swallows hard:: "The Catacombs is not going anywhere, why can't that stuff wait until tomorrow? We are home wunjos...home. Relax and enjoy your people and surroundings. Dregar and Neco, for now, consider Ice Peak Village your homes. You both have helped not only me but my wunjos while I was here and for that you both deserve honors at the fire circle."
As the evening progresses Nauth will wander around talking to the people, trying to establish what has happened since he 'vanished'. He will visit Úlf-warja'Ingr if he can find him and spend the passing minutes until the fire circle with him.
Neco Wednesday June 21st, 2006 9:51:15 PM
"Oh! I don't think you need to look at those stones," the young rogue laughs nervously. "But I did manage to recover these gems you were talking about earlier. Here, let me fish them out." The young girl places the valuable treasure on the table. In a somewhat depressed manner she recites the list of gems and their approximate value;
1 violet garnet 600gp 1 aquamarine 300gp 1 Deep azure spinel 500gp 3 moonstones 40gp, 50gp and 60gp 2 pieces of polished jasper 60gp and 40gp 1 polished amber 110gp 1 Jade 80gp 8 polished Jet each 9gp, (72gp) 1 Golden pearl 120gp 1 Golden yellow topaz 650 1 Ivory ring inset Smokey Quartz 80gp 1 Bracelet amber and jasper 100gp 1 Moss agate 12gp, 1 Banded agate 10gp, 1 Freshwater pearl 14gp, 1 Star Rose Quartz 40gp,
"I already appraised them, so there is no need to do it." As each stone makes a gentle 'clink' on the table, Neco sees all hopes of getting a new magic item fade. Near the end of her inventory, she sniffs sadly. "Ok, are we ready to go now?"
Spot DC15 Highlight to display spoiler: { Neco's eye are glassy with unshed tears.}
Aiden d20=11 d20=13 Wednesday June 21st, 2006 11:42:41 PM
Aiden quietly ate as his eyes darted back and forth among the new people that were serving them. (OOC: using spot to see if their coloration marks them being native here, or from another village (or part of the world))
Then noticing Bohdi's nibbling, a sly grin appears on Aiden's face. "No..." Aiden grumbled loudly, as his arm reached over "you need more ...we've been away too long...you are all skin and bones.."
And he (attempts) to put more food onto Bohdi's plate. While he is doing this and is turned towards Bohdi, he tries to mutter/whisper (under his breath) to him, "do you recognize the trays and people?"
"You too Neco.." as he gets loud once again, but also trying to angle his quiet question to her. The two of them have travelled from lands much further than almost anyone else (not counting Dregar), and would seem to be the logical people to ask.
"Seal...it is good Nauth'iz..." (hoping to get a glance and reaction from the others, Aiden is still attempting to 'mix'), "though it's skin is also quite good if you know how to work it..."
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Spot: 11 + 4 = 15 Bluff: 13 (unskilled...just trying to 'act' while asking Bohdi/Neco about the tray / people)
Nauth Thursday June 22nd, 2006 1:04:00 PM ooc-please disregard my last post ending with Nauth heading out around the village. Noting Aiden's reaction he would have been a bit more interested in spending some time with the former Tusker.
Looking amongst his friends after filling his gullet past comfort, Nauth's ice blue eyes land warmly on Aiden.
"Wunjo, I bet the pups would be excited to see us. What do you say we find them and treat them to some seal?"
Raising up and looking around the room some more he finds it a bit odd that no one else has been here. He also notes a glassy look in Neco's eyes. He does not necessarily know what the reason is but his excitement and comfort of being home does not care.
"Neco, little one, I am sure that our home seems quite different to you. Be assured that there are few safer places in the Vein than here. I am off to check up on Aiden's and my pups, hopefully Aiden will accompany me, and to bring them a treat. Would you like to see them? They are both beautifull!"
Nauth will offer a hand to help both Aiden and Neco (if she chooses) up off of the low sitting and super soft beds. His eyes gleam brighter (and perhaps more blue) with the thought of seeing the two pup chasing each other and nipping each other's tails. As they head towards where Nauth left he pups he looks back and forth between whomever is walking with him (if no one I came with then he will just take in the village, noting what areas need the most work).
Bohdi (explicitly permitted second) d20+7=9 d20+2=4 d20+7=22 Thursday June 22nd, 2006 1:19:22 PM
Bohdi nodded appreciatively at the gems that Neco displayed (Appraise 9). "Seems good to me," he shrugged. "Right, I'll take all this to the shop and sell it after Svanhvit identifies that potion for us." If there were anything amiss, Bohdi did not notice it, although Squork eyed the human girl with curiousity (Bodhi Spot 4; Squork Spot 22).
Bohdi looked at the others. "So. Home, alive--mostly--and successful--mostly. And where to now with all this loot, eh? Perhaps we can all take a trip down to Zarnan City, eh? Ah, Neco, when you see the splendor of the ice walls rising in the distance--the majesty of the ice spires sparkling in the sun--darling, it will take your breath away."
He paused and looked at the fancy service. "And what's with all the finery here, eh? You'd think these barbarians were gaining some culture! No offense."
Fire Circle Thursday June 22nd, 2006 4:57:36 PM
The six deliver the meals and are gone rapidly thereafter. To all appearances they are of the Village of Ice Peak. The clothes and walk both mark them as villagers. Only one of the group marks anything out of the ordinary and that is Squork. The sharp eyed raven catches the glint of something shiny deep in the fur collar of one of them and some sort of dark blue line about anothers neck. they are gone far too fast for anything else.
Bohdi looks over the trays, food and drink and nothing radiates any magic at all. All smells and seems exactly what it is, well prepared and exceptionally high quality food and drink.
Meal time chat begins, Neco unpacks the semi precious stones and assorted jewelry and lays the items out across the table. If divided equally they would each recieve about 500gp to spend in the catacombs. Far from a fortune, but better than a kick in the head.
Aiden inquires about the peopole and the tray, but none have a ready answer. The metal trays are certainly an oddity. How can a fully metalic object not conduct cold? If armor could be forged of such a substance, one could wear it without fear in the great tundra.
Nauthiz'Ull and indeed everyone who eats, finds the food practically dissolve in the mouth, so tender is the meat. None can remember ever having eaten so well. The ranger thinks of the wolf pups, well not pups as he recalls now. For they were growing at an astonishing rate and were practically full grown when he 'left' to join his adventuring wunjos. Ulf'K one of the best handlers in the village had voiced his concern about the animals. Svanhit walayed talk of destroying the possibly possessed animals though, siting the groups own story of Ebyron and the Fey Kings proximity to the village. The high preistess believes that to be the cause of the rapid growth acceleration. Even still, Nauthiz'Ull remembers almost all in the village being a bit leary of the pair.
Still Nauthiz'Ull invites Aiden and Neco to come see them. The wolves are indeed as large as the ranger remembers and he also notes that Ulf'K has taken to leaving them outside in a seperate shelter. AS the ranger approaches they nose out and seem to recognize him. Both yelp and play for a time before a voice sends them skittering in retreat. Turning you see Úlf-warja'Ingr standing just in the darker shadows. "I am here to bring you to the Fire Circle Nauthiz'Ull sveinn Ull'Heimdall sveinn Ve Heimdall and you Aiden sveinn Fuller'Heimdall sveinn Hjörvarðr." He pauses a moment and inclines his head towards Neco, "Though I know not your name fair one, I am honored to invite you to our Fire Circle this night."
The rangers have heard such formal address before. The invocation of lineage always signified powerful events and invited the Shadow Realm to take witness. The older hunter turns and begins walking towards the Domi Obelisk and an orange glow.
At the Lodge, the inner flap is moved and Bjorn'Ursa, Kayra's newphew eclipses the outer light. His face is hard to read, but that is nothing new, "I have come to take you to the Fire Circle, Bohdi Nackle sveinn Fubous Nackle and you Garret Jax As'Domi sveinn Verdil Jax sveinn Arn Jax sveinn Geir Jax." He pauses a moment and regards Dregar and adds, "And you Dregar of the Dwarf clan." He turns and disappears through the door. Following you find him standing in the antechamber and he patiantly waits while all don thier cloaks and furs. When complete he nods and exits.
Bjorn leads you to the same orange glow and soo the group is together again. A large fire burns about the obelisk and it seems that almost every man and woman of adult age is present. Kayra gestures the group to sit and when you have she raises her hands.
"Domi bless us!" the gathering calls out " As'Domi As'Kayra" Kayra continues "Our sons have returned and victory is alight in thier eyes. Attend to thier tale and remeber from this day." Kayra gestures to the group and sits.
Garrett Thursday June 22nd, 2006 10:46:46 PM
Garrett nods solemnly as he is told he is being brought to the fire, and is initially taken aback by the invocation of lineage. Then he realizes just how well he and his wunjo's had done, and feels pride well up inside him. The pride quickly leaves him as he thinks of the loss of poor Edgler.
Garrett follows to the obelisk and takes his seat as directed.
Garrett looks to Bohdi as Kayra mentions a tale. Though he may have been chosen as the leader of the group, he did not have the tongue for tales nor the memory for details like his wunjo.
Garrett nods at Bohdi, thinking "Make it good Wunjo, but please don't offend anyone. This is not the time or place to follow a statement up with "No offense"".
Bohdi Nackle Friday June 23rd, 2006 10:27:52 AM
Bohdi cleared his throat and stood awkwardly. The firelight cast flickering shadows across his face as he began to speak.
"Well, a few weeks ago, Svanhvit and Kayra sent us out into the wild to find and confront the roving Sne Kjempe that had attacked some of the village's scouts. Garrett, Aiden, and I were joined by Neco and Dregar here--and Edgler Vess, a dwarven cleric of Gargul. The six of us made our way out into the tundra to the west. Just a few days into our travels, however, a killer storm loomed on the horizon and we rushed for cover into a deep forest."
"During our first night in the forest, we were awakened in the deep watches by the sounds of axes chopping wood. We investigated and discovered a band of goblins chopping down trees at the direction of two Sne Kjempe!"
As if on cue, the faint echo of axes chopping wood carried across the fire pit (cast: Ghost Sound). High above the fire, the sparks floating up into the sky along the column of smoke began to coalesce into ghostly images of goblins and giants that moved and grimaced at the assembled villagers (cast: Prestidigitation).
Bohdi continued with his tale. "We sprung a surprise attack and quickly despatched the goblins, while the giants struggled with a mess of enchanted webs. Dregar and Aiden charged in to attack ... only to be caught unaware and felled by the giants' impressive reach! While the two of them approached oblivion on the blood-drenched snow, the rest of us came to their rescue and finished off the mighty snow giants."
"We rested and then interrogated a goblin captive. The creature gave us little information, but it told us that something called 'Whishami' had guided its tribe into service to the Kjempe to chop down trees in the forest. We decided to follow the tracks of the goblins and giants back through the forest. The trail revealed more cut trees, but few clues as to the purpose of the cutting. Nothing stirred in that unusual wood, but for the fleeting sights of a preternaturally beautiful white stag and a fearsome-seeming hawk. We were puzzled over the silence of the wood and the mystery of the felled trees and were about to prepare to stop for the night once more, when we caught sight of two sleeping Sne Kjempe, just an arrow's flight from our camp!"
"This time, we attacked with coordination and discipline, and the results proved it! We were able to slay the two giants without suffering the slightest damage to ourselves."
"By daybreak, we were moving ever deeper into the woods, following the path of the last of the goblins' tracks. Again the watchful eyes of Aiden and our other trackers paid dividends, and we came across a gang of goblins chopping still more trees. Again we attacked, and eliminated the goblin threat. Yet the goblins' demise, and a subsequent search of the goblin camp, revealed no more clues as to the foul creatures' purpose in the wood."
"We despaired of ever uncovering the mystery that had brought the goblins and giants into the forest so near to our home. That night, we huddled around our campfire and discussed next steps--only to hear a voice from the dark address us! There, just beyond the rim of firelight, stood the hawk and stag--and accompanying them, a stately pine tree that spoke and moved!"
"Cautiously, we began a discussion with the tree. It soon revealed itself to be animated by a forest spirit named Furu'Liten. She appeared young--no more than a child to our eyes--but she spoke of knowing people and events here in Ice Peak that must not have happened for a long time. One she mentioned ...." Bohdi paused as he thought back over the past several days. (INT check, rolled privately, 20.) His memory did not fail him. "Rögnvaldr. She said that he helped her build snowcrows."
"Other than her companions--the hawk, Feathers, and the stag, White Stag--Furu was alone and scared. She had lost her mother, a powerful wood spirit, and didn't know what had happened to her. Whatever had happened, however, it appeared connected with the activity of the snow giants in the wood. We offered to help Furu'Liten to discover what had occurred, as it seemed that her interests were aligned with our own."
"In the morning, we prepared to set out along the trail of the last remaining Sne Kjempe in the wood. Furu was aware that they had been present in a glade in the northwest corner of the woods, and so we planned to travel that way. Yet before we could leave, we received another startling arrival--that of our brother wunjo, Nauthiz'Ull! He had been mysteriously transported there by a power unknown to any of us, save perhaps Furu'Liten. When our amazement passed and we had a chance to welcome our wunjo back to our Pack, we set off once more in search of answers."
"By the end of that day's march, we had them. We arrived at the northwest glade and found a scene of carnage." The sparks and embers above the fire pit swirled and shifted once more, as they had done throughout Bohdi's tale, to portray the scene Bohdi was describing. "Dead worgs, goblins, and Sne Kjempe lay scattered over the ground of a round depression, in the center of which was a blackened and shattered tree. There were trees blasted to splinters, and bare rock exposed from ice and snow as if the heat of a tremendous fireball had descended upon it. There, amidst the carnage, were several goblins picking through the debris. And several snow mounds, inside of which were still more of the fearsome Sne Kjempe."
"We joined in combat with the goblins and Sne Kjempe, all of us--that is, all of us but Edgler. None of us had seen it happen, but as the battle began, our dwarven companion had disappeared. The remaining six of us strove and fought against more Kjempe than we had ever seen in one place at a single time, but we smote their wreckage across the field of battle. All but one of the Kjempe were destroyed--the last ran off into the woods."
"We scoured the battlefield for clues. We examined the blasted tree in the middle of the glen, and we strongly suspected that this had been Furu's mother's tree. And we found traces of Black Ice, the hallmark of the Bevroren Doden. Some foul, frozen undead had been present at that place. Of Edgler ... of Edgler we found no trace." Bohdi paused and lowered his head. Quietly, he turned and looked at Dregar before continuing.
"We rested and gathered our strength. In the morning, we pursued the Kjempe and tracked it to the western edge of the forest and out into the tundra. Although the group had discussed plans of possibly tracking the Kjempe back to its home, we, uh--" the gnome paused, and his face, to the extent it was visible in the half-light of the fire, flushed red. "It was my fault. I thought we were at risk, having come close to the Kjempe just at dusk, as it began to rouse itself. So I opened fire on the creature, and battle was joined. We struck the creature down and took it captive."
"In the morning, we roused the Kjempe from unconsciousness and questioned it. It told us that it was the last of the Kjempe, and that we had destroyed its tribe and the goblin tribe as well. Like the goblin we had questioned, the Kjempe, too, mentioned 'Whishami.' By the Kjempe's description, the 'Whishami' was an evil spirit that moved like a 'breath in shadow. It passed through the forest guardian and she fell dead.'"
"We felt sure that it was this 'Whishami' that had claimed Furu's mother--indeed, that had taken Edgler as well--and that posed the greatest threat to this village. This was the reason that the Kjempe had traveled so far from their lands. It was the evil spirit that was moving them--to set up a confrontation, perhaps, with Ice Peak Village."
Bohdi paused for a moment to allow that possibility to sink in, and studied the reactions of Kayra and Svanhvit before continuing.
"Our hearts heavy from the loss of our companion and the revelation of this dark secret, we made the Kjempe pledge not to take up arms against Ice Peak ever again and released it back out into the wild. Our mission seemingly accomplished and our stores of food running low, we turned for home. We crossed the wood once more and met back up with Furu'Liten, who provided us with nourishment sufficient to return home. Too, she told us to consider her the village's western neighbor and friend. With that, we crossed the tundra once more to return here."
Bohdi looked to the others for confirmation that he had recounted the tale accurately, then turned back to Kayra and Svanhvit. "Kayra, Svanhvit, it would appear that the threat to this village has only begun. You started off with some smelly snow giants on your hands--but now, it appears, there are spirits more dark and foul at work. These are matters far beyond my own personal ability to confront--my magic's no bloody good against the undead. You need the help of Domi--and all powers of life and holinees--to deal with this threat. And you need to begin your preparations, now."
Bohdi sat down and muttered crossly, "And a snowball's bloody chances in the Sargrass on that one."
Dregar Friday June 23rd, 2006 11:21:27 AM
Dregar sat around the fire, his face and clothes showing some remenants of the last meal. How well it sat in his stomach, he thought.
Dregar kept his head hung low during the entire time of the fire circle. He only looked up when his name was mentioned. He kept his eyes on the snow below him, and his hand on his trusty axe at his side.
In his position he listened to Bohdi's tale, and it brought back the recent memories. But it brought one back he didn't want to dwell on. The disapearence of Edgler.
Garrett Friday June 23rd, 2006 12:33:08 PM
garrett nodded at intervals during Bohdi's recounting of their journey. As Bohdi spoke, sadness and pride welled within him, and he realized how grateful he was to have these people as his wunjo's.
Once Bohdi finished the story, Garrett quietly responded "well spoken wunjo."
Garrett then hands over the remaining berries that Furu had given them to Kayra. "A gift from Furu."
Aiden d20=15 Friday June 23rd, 2006 8:24:20 PM
Aiden, slyly, hid one of the larger bones from the seal, wrapped up, within his furs. ~this will be a good treat for his four legged companion.
Keeping a very narrow/straight posture, Aiden listened as Bohdi retold the story. He thought back to the different battles, and what had happened. True, they had done much against the direct threat of the Sne Kjempe, but little was known of this spirit...
After hearing Bohdi's own suggestions of preparation, Aiden thought that perhaps one other thing should be mentioned. "Perhaps not just to Domi, but to Gargul as well. For why else would the spirits take him unless from fear?"
Sleight of hand (unskilled) = 15 + (dex bonus?)
Neco Sunday June 25th, 2006 10:39:47 PM
The young girl eats and rests near the fire, but stays far away from the seal. She attempts to forget the sacrificing of her precious gems for the good of the party. With a half sigh, half yawn she listens the the start of Bohdi's recount of their mission. When the young ranger offers to show her and Aiden his pets, she accepts. "I have heard Bohdi's recounting of stories before,and they are wonderfull and all, but I need a change of pace. If I get too confortable, I may just fall asleep and miss all the fun."
Neco drops her things on the ground to follow Nauthiz'Ull, much to the discontentment of Weezle. The critter silently stalks the group of three. Weezle, not happy with being dropped or having wolf pups nearby, begins to hiss and spit. The snow white animal arches its back, flattens its ears, and bares its razor like teeth.
Nauthiz'Ull Monday June 26th, 2006 11:01:02 AM
Sitting amongst his people at the fire circle, the ranger's eyes are as wide as ever. He scopes the people and their reactions to the recounting of the wunjos travels. Several times he nods encouragingly as Bohdi fishes for teh right sequence or name but his gnomish wunjo does a magnificent job.
In the lulls of the fire circle, nauth cannot help but think about the wolves. Even though they are so big now he still sees them as pups; their physical maturity far surpassing any signs of mental maturity. The ranger finds a proper time to address Ulf'K and give him many thanks.
When the stories are done Nauth will rise and ask permission to retell his story of vanishing from IPV to the fir tree near the wunjos camp.
Telling of the Tale Monday June 26th, 2006 1:05:07 PM
Bohdi recounts the purpose of the groups departure and the sequence of events until their return. The Ghost sound and that of the Prestidigitation set alams off in the back of the gnomes mind. Not so much on the casting of the the spells but as his story continues the spells almost take over and continue on a life of their own. The actual voice of Sne Kjempe seems to come from the air. Furu'Liten's voice, the soft winnie of White stag and the soft rustle of the trees. The distinct shapes that rise from the fFire Circle smoke, the blue white colors changing to vibrant reds of blood. Bohdi finds his own voice trailing off and his thoughts now seem to be powering the story. The rest of the village gathered about the fire, some start as the images and sounds are conjured forth, others, the older ones, thier eyes alight thier heads nod and their lips move as if the telling of the story is theirs.
A force seems to pulse and flow through the older men and women of the village. Soon thier voices join in with Bohsdi in the telling of the tale. Kayra sits with her eyes burrowing in to the fire. Hers is not one of the voices that has joined the tale. Svanhit, the high priestess of Domi also sits in silence. Her eyes wide in wonder, perhpas she has heard of such things, perhaps it is something else.
Nauthiz'Ull quickly notes that the old hunter Úlf-warja'Ingr is indeed mouthing the words, though not as strongly or as assured as others. The only man or woman under the age of 50 that seems to have joined the Telling of the Tale is the young and powerful Bjorn'Ursa, newphew of Kayra. A fact that is most definately not lost on the high priestess.
At length the story is ended, the village voices that joined as one with Bohdi fade into the dark and the fire which was blazing brighter, dims. For a few moments their is silence, save that of the fires crackling voice to the night. Bohdi adds his now much more personal notes and conclusions. He falls silent again and Kayra's eyes snap open her gaze piercing and soley upon the gnome.
Her voive is warm and full of caring, belying the gaze under which Bohdi finds himself the sole target. "I believe Bohdi means 'Our' village and that 'We' may be the target of more foul work." A small murmur of possible approval ripples through the gathering. One of the eldest in the village looks to Kayra across the fire, but she holds a hand to his direction. She also stays Garret, but clearly intends to hear his words next, even before the elder man.
"Our hunter Nauthiz'Ull also has a tale to tell." Standing now holds her hands out over the gathering and in a loud voice she decries again, Attend to the tale of Nauthiz'Ull sveinn Ull'Heimdall sveinn Ve Heimdall and remember from this day." Kayra sits and gestures towards Nauthiz'Ull. The gathering falls to a silence like death. The orange fire crackles and seems expectant upon the next words.
Nauthiz'Ull Monday June 26th, 2006 2:26:26 PM
The fire circle grows to an intensity that the young man has never seen before. His eyes sporadically jump form one to the next and often settle back on Úlf-warja'Ingr. How is it that the villagers can recount the same story? Then the story settles, as does Bohdi and his beautiful magics.
Still with wandering eyes the young ranger's ears perk to that of Kayra's voice; never did he expect to have to tell his tale like this. A furrowed brow betrays his attempt to his mounting nervousness.
He stands, perhaps a bit too quickly, and his head begins to spin a bit. Looking over the crowd but trying desperately to avoid eye contact he begins to wring his hands.
"I...umm...well.." with a strong clearing of his throat and an internal nod of reassurance he looks back again, this time settling his eyes on Svanhvit.
"I left our village only a few days ago. I did not plan on doing so but it seems my timing was fine as the village was back to almost full working order. All I remember about my trip was what I experienced in a dream that I had just before waking, face to face, with a white stag. My dream went something like this; I am out in the tundra, hunting, stalking some prey. I have never felt as confident as then. Then something happens; I am being attacked by an ulf pack! I kick at them, but with hooves. I bite at them and I do not know why. Trying with all of my might to drive of the numerous ulf I am failing but from out of no where streaks several arrows! I stay laying under a fir tree as the ulf pack is driven away; a lone hunter pulls aside a branch and peers under the tree at me. Springing to my feet I bound away, further into the woods until I cannot leap any farther. I nestle down to sleep in a comfortable spot."
Dropping his head a bit he allows a moment's pause to let everyone catch up.
"I awoke the next morning, damp and cold, as my makeshift shelter had collapsed on me during the night. Upon getting out I found myself face to face with the white stag. It's eyes, even though I caught the faintest whisper of them, were as deep as any ice canyon. It took off like a snow rabbit catching a scent and only a snowball's throw away were my wunjos, prepping themselves in morning camp."
He looks amongst his villagers again, resting his eyes mainly on Svanhvit but making certain to catch Kayra's and Úlf-warja'Ingr's eyes as well.
Bohdi Nackle Monday June 26th, 2006 4:36:48 PM
Bohdi listened, wide-eyed, to Nauthiz'Ull's tale. He remained motionless, his face pale, as the ranger concluded his speech.
After a moment, Bohdi's raven companion Squork hopped onto his shoulder and peered into his eyes. The raven whispered into Bohdi's ear.
"Boss, those lights--the villagers--what did--how did--?" the raven asked.
"I don't know," Bohdi responded dully.
"But--I mean--they were all chanting--and the light show--and, it was like, you weren't even--how--?"
"I don't know."
"But, boss--this could be big--I mean, this could be really, really big--I mean, what kind of magic do you think--"
Bohdi clamped his fingers on the bird's beak and swiveled his head to stare at Squork eye to eye. "I--don't--know." He released the beak and the bird fluttered its wings.
"All right, all right," Squork muttered. "I was just asking, is all ..."
Neco d20+1=14 Monday June 26th, 2006 11:38:02 PM
Neco turns her head to look over her shoulder in the direction of the fire circle. With a confused expression on her face, she looks to the villagers, and then to the gnome. The young sorceress knows magic, but still she is not sure what caused the villagers to act so peculiarly. "Either Bohdi learned some new tricks, or there is something wrong here," thinks the girl. The odd occurrence sends a cold tingle down her spine, but she can't be to sure.
Sense Motive (14)
Dregar Tuesday June 27th, 2006 9:12:44 AM
Dregar sat at the fire watching in shock as the villagers followed in with there part of the story. He didn't know why, but something wasn't right with the situation, and the hair stuck up on the back of his neck.
He slid his hand down ever so slightly and gripped his axe by his side. He didn't think he would need it, but you always had to be prepared in the wold to survive.
Aiden d20=17 Tuesday June 27th, 2006 9:21:01 AM
Aiden tried to keep his composure during the telling of the tale. He should have expected the use of magic from Bohdi...
But from the elders themselves?!?
He tried to make eye contact with Neco and Bohdi in an effort to see if they had a role in this. And right then, he didn't care for his gut instincts from what he saw from the two of them.
To break the tension, Aiden remarked, "A good story Nauth'iz..." and then with a sigh, "but do not mention snowballs..." as memories of that other spirit and the 'snowball fight' came back.
Looking at the elders, a small smile appeared on his face. Nothing was expected of him afterall, in terms of manners, he was a boy from Twin Tusks. Trying to make eye contact with Kayra's eyes, "Elder...if you may, I have two questions...what...errr...How did the others know the story to chant it, causing the magicks? And who are the newcomers to the village that brought us the food on the strange trays of metal?"
Sense motive: 17 (unskilled)
Garrett Tuesday June 27th, 2006 12:27:16 PM
Garrett sits back down to hear the tale of Nauthiz'Ull. He listens carefully to his words, and is just not sure what to make of the story. Upon the finishing of the story, Garrett sits quietly, apparently having lost the need to say something.
Garrett wonders in amazement at the collective tale told by the elders and Bohdi.
I Had a Dream Last Night Tuesday June 27th, 2006 5:07:56 PM
Nauthiz'Ull begins his tale and the collective people of Ice Peak listen. Though nothing like before happens this time, but many nod as if having had similar experiences and almost exclusively the ones nodding are the Hunters and Úlf-warja'Ingr is no exception.
As the second tale is relayed, many ot the As Domi of Ice Peak fall into thier own thoughts. For his part [Bohdi] tries to reconcile in his mind what just happened. Currently the task at hand is too much.
For Neco's part her gut says something is wrong and she has painfully learned to listen to that voice. Try as she might, however, she can see nothing beyond what she just witnessed. No one sitting at the fire is acting as if anything out of the ordinary had happened to an extent. In fact, if she did not know any better she would dare to say the older ones were expecting it. There is certainly more to this strange frozen land than the weather and hard to pronounce names.
Dregar too finds the communal episode that just took place a bit disconcerting. His hand touches his axe for reassurance more than thought of use. His neck hairs on end, he just whitnessed something profound, something far beyond his scope of learning and that great unknown touched a deep thread that runs through all living creatures. A thread the proud and strong barbarian did not like stoked.
Shock registers on Aiden's face as well. Like the others he was certainly not prepared for this. Occassional stories wandered the darkened huts during his life with the Twin Tusks Raiders of such things, but always in hushed tones, hidden and of a select few. Nothing like this. A look to Bohdi and Neco certainly confirm they have no idea what they just witnessed. The ranger breaks the tension and addresses Kayra.
She smiles, and Aiden senses a bit of sadness behind the smile, or perhaps acceptance as she speaks looking to each of you. "It is your first Fire Circle since you were named an adult of Ice Peak. Our traditions run thick and long in time. The words we use and the thoughts behind them have power, an ancient power perhaps more ancient than the Vein itself. Burfell is a word of power, in the ancient tongue. Take note, for tonight we have been touched by the spirits and the Spirits have heard us this night. perhaps the Forest child who nows calls us friend is why, perhaps there is another reason. To that I can not say." Aiden then asks of the trays and those who delivered the food and Kayra smiles a wistful and knowing smile.
"To the trays, they are of Falx, a rare metal found here in the Vein. To the identities of the 'newcomers'? " Her smile broadens, her eyes twinkle in a known secret and her answer comes with a slight laugh, "They are not so new." All notice the rest of the gathered men and women seem to be sharing in the hidden humor, smiles upon almost every face.
a power long lost to us, but in some ways we can still hold to them. The Fire Circle and the stories that are told about it can invoke these ancient powers and tonight we are blessed that they have. It has happened before it will happen again.
Garret presents the berries and Kayra nods appreciatively. As Garret returns to his spot the high priestess stands and declares loudly. "Ás-Domi, Ás-Domi uðr! We are blessed by the gifts of the land. Our fathers look to us now and our proud. Let us now speak freely, The Tale is Told and Words forever part of us. Who wishes to lend wisdom should speak." Svanhit returns to a seated position.
All eyes in the circle seem to focus in on the same man. Ulgr Mun, by many years older than any other and at one time leader of Ice Peak. rarely have any in the party seen him and none have ever spoken with him. Powerfully built in his youth, the weight of age has certainly taken its toll, but now approaching almost 90 he still stands without much effort. as he adjusts his cloak a Blue line can be seen about his neck. "Whishami." He states the word as if if were a challenge to the night. Then much quieter, causing all who wish to hear him to strain forward. "I have heard this word. My grandfather spoke of it to me. A word of ancient tongue and power. It means Frost Spirit. A being of evil and death from the Shadow Lands." Seemingly exhausted from the effort, the old man collapses more than sits. Others near him assist quickly and he is escorted away.
Another stands, her furs and bow mark her easily as a hunter, "The Kjempe then know the ancient tongue and greater than is thier power. The Spirits have blessed this night, the first Fire Circle to be blessed in many years. Perhaps this is enough sign for Kayra. Perhpas now..." A man sitting next to her still her with a hand gripping her calf. A reminder perhaps of her place, hunter or not. She sits head bowed quickly.
Another hunter quickly stands, "I have had such a dream as Nauthiz'Ull. Hunter turned quarry, and not long ago." His hand fans across many of the hunters who sit with him, "As I have heard from many of you. It has all happened since they" he points at you, "returned with the Austlanders and took them to Burfell. Something has awakened in our land and it calls to us who would hear."
Bohdi Nackle Tuesday June 27th, 2006 10:49:51 PM
Bohdi sat and listened quietly and intently. There was magic at work here--powerful magic--and magic that spoke to him, through him, in a way that none else ever had.
"I must learn more," the gnome thought aloud.
Aiden Wednesday June 28th, 2006 7:36:15 AM
Aiden listened to the explanation that was given by Kayra. And in the end, he didn't fully understand much of it at all. It was difficult to suppress the building anger as it seemed Kayra (and the other adults) held something to themselves in jest towards Aiden and the others after having asked his question. But anger was something that would prove ineffective right then...perhaps one of the others, through their own questions, could help bring more information.
With the discussion into the nature of the Whishami, Aiden's eyes glittered in anticipation. Admittedly, he always enjoyed a good story, and by learning more about this spirit, perhaps he could help bring the balance back to the wylds and avenge Furu's mother's death.
Garrett Wednesday June 28th, 2006 8:05:29 AM
Garrett stands to address the assembled persons. "I do not claim to know many things, but it is obvious from what has been said here that there is much we do not know. Whether by intent or accident is irrelevent at this point. It has seemed to us, and obviously to more than just us, that everything that has happened somehow seems to have a connection to us. I do not think it unwise that we be told what more there is. First, what sign is referred to(pointing in the direction of the woman hunter that spoke the words), and what action is the result that is wished for."
"Additionally, after hearing the elders words of frost spirit makes me think of the being that we dealt with prior to this. The one who called himself Jack Frost. Is it possible he could be responsible for the emergence of this frost spirit."
Nauthiz'Ull Wednesday June 28th, 2006 10:15:07 AM
This young man hates being kept out of a secret joke. The elders laugh at what they keep from the young pack of heroes and Nauth does not approve. He looks ad his fellow wunjo of the path, Aiden, and then returns his gaze to Kayra and Svanhvit; his face is of ice.
"Elders, you both know that we respect you. Do not keep secrets from us, especially at this time. It may be our first Fire Circle but we no longer have fur completely over our eyes. We," Nauth swipes a hand across where the rest of his wunjos sit, "have done plenty for this village. Ice Peak may not be here right now if it for us...and Frigg'Isa." A taint of anger begins to tear through his voice; he looks back, again, to Aiden. "There are things that have changed in the past few days since my dream took me away. For one, these 'newcomers', who are they? For another, what are the blue markings that some of you don?"
The ranger stands tall and proud with chest slightly inflated. He looks the elders and any adult who begins to object directly in the eyes, silently telling them that he will be heard and that he will be taken seriously.
Dregar Wednesday June 28th, 2006 12:24:17 PM
Dregar sits back and watches as things unfold in front of him. When Nauth speaks, Dregar scans the crowd to see if anyone is going to give him a problem.
Dregar stands to his stocky height, and moves towards Nauth. His axe head stays towards the ground, so as not to appear threatening. He stands next to Nauth, but says nothing. Just waits incase anyone has an objection to his friend speaking.
The Fire Circle Wednesday June 28th, 2006 3:02:43 PM Bohdi remains unusually quiet, his thoughts deep in the possibilities hinted at by the communal magic he just witnessed. Could it be harnessed, shaped or was it completely beyond mortal control? So many questions and no answers, yet.
Aiden stews silently a bit, but pushes the anger aside hoping one of the others can bring more light to bear on the unseen humor most of the village gathered was enjoying. The Whishami story has at least a beginning, that of a name and partial origin. It promises to be quite a story and Aiden has always held an appreciation for such things.
Garrett stands to address the assembled persons. None make any motion but that of attention. Heads nod, it would seem almost all agree with the assessment that the group is within the heart of nearly all events of importance since Reaching Age and surviving the Rite of Adulthood. Garret continues indicating the hunter who was cut off and what she was referring to and finally Jack Frost, the incarnation of Ebyron the Fey King in the Ice Vein. Could his appearance be tied to Whishami, even directly responsible?
Nauthiz'Ull like Aiden feels his blood rise being kept out of a secret joke. Nauthiz'Ull decides on a more direct approach. Who are the new villagers? That seems to be the anchor point of the joke, to Nauthiz'Ull, sole member of his family who have all given their life to Ice Peak, he was an adult now and would be heard to speak and he would have answers.
Dregar moves to stand next to Nauthiz'Ull a show of solidarity and support. the faces and eyes of those gathered at the fire tell that none are nervous, though it is evident most are confused by the act. Likely such things at the Circle are not normally done, more than not knowing what the action represents.
Garret takes his cue from the others that spoke and then returned to sit and does so. Kayra answers the cleric directly and from the widening eyes on some faces, the move on her part was unexpected and carries meaning to what she might say. "Some," though she indicates neither by gesture nor glance, "believe they too can read the portents Celsiun reveals. That they know the heart and will of Domi and that Svanhvit is falling from favor and they have been suddenly gifted. I hear their words, I see their actions and I feel their hearts. I also hear Domi and Svanhvit and it is I who am still chief,...elder...and guide for our people of this time. These times are harder to see then before and I will not have us step more quickly than we must."
Kayra falls silent and takes a small breath and seems to take no issue with Nauthiz'Ull near demand, but merely gives a slight shake of the head and another warm smile. She opens her mouth but shuts it again as Úlf-warja'Ingr speaks, "You have misinterpreted our love good ranger, but no. You will need to discover for yourself the identity of the not so new villagers who brought the food earlier this evening." The older hunter than seems to put on a face of mocked ignorance, "Blue markings? I am far too young to know anything about such things." Spot DC 15Highlight to display spoiler: { a chuckle and an elbow comes from one of the older women present who happens to be at the Hunters side.}
Garrett Thursday June 29th, 2006 7:53:11 AM
Garrett starts to stand, sensing that several of his wunjo's are unhappy with what appears to be a condescending attitude coming from several people. His desire to maintain the peace among those he cares for comes to the forefront, but he does not stand. He returns to where he sat, deciding quickly that perhaps it is best that everyone speak their minds. They had gone through much, and done much, and perhaps were not being treated as they should. deciding to see what path the conversation turned, Garrett held his tongue and waited.
Bohdi Nackle d20+10=26 d20+12=23 Thursday June 29th, 2006 9:21:42 AM
Bohdi shook himself from his reverie. If there were anything within his realm of study that would begin to explain what he had witnessed and experienced at the fire circle (Knowledge Arcana 26, Spellcraft 23), he would ponder it and assess later. Right now, things were going badly for his friends.
"Nauthiz'Ull, Dregar, you lads itching for a fight?" Bohdi called from his seat. "No respect, eh? Right. I'll just blast the lot of 'em for you then, shall I?"
He twiddled his stubby fingers in mock menace. "Shall I start with the old lady on the left? You can start picking off those frail villagers on the right."
Bohdi shrugged, and stayed at his place. "Or, I suppose, we can all just get bloody well drunk on ice wine and finish 'em in the morning. That'd be my vote, anyway. Sod 'em all if they can't treat you proper, eh?"
The gnome gave a sardonic sniff and looked at his raven, Squork. The bird's black eyes glinted with amusement.
"'Course, if we kill them, I suppose we'll never get to hear what else they know about this Whishami chapper. Now that'd be a shame, seeing as we'd be all alone out here on the Vein with that bloody spirit running about." Bohdi pursed his lips in a display of feigned thought. "Come on now, Svanhvit love, why don't you spare the lives of all your fellow villagers from this fierce party of adults, and tell us what more Nauthiz'Ull and these others want to know, eh? There's a love."
Aiden d20=16 d20=5 Thursday June 29th, 2006 9:25:04 AM
Aiden stood and put his hand onto Nauth'iz shoulder. It was a strange move, considering that he was one of the first to be angered by the talk of riddles. He was to be a man of war and the wylds, not that of intricasies.
Aiden had seen some of what, he believes, was occurring within the tribe. In short, one person was building up their 'power' within the tribe (or village) to challenge Kayra. Were they, he and his wunjos, pawns of this?
Another thought seemed to come to his mind. He was relatively new to the village, being there for a mere five years, and even then a portion of it was under the tutelage of his 'master'. Perhaps the new people were a part of the tribe that travelled elsewhere in the hopes to find a better land or trade. He needed to think.
"Patience...we are hunters..." Aiden quietly told Nauth'iz. He hated the words that he spoke next, but if the mystery was to be unravelled, they needed to think and not let their impetuous natures get the best of themselves. This was a hunt if you will...of the mind and past instead of the body.
Knowledge (local: stories of people disappearing, or leaving to find new trade routes/settlements) - 16 + 2 = 18
Knowledge (this one is a bit harder, but trying to see if any of these people had been in Twin Tusks (from a possible raid) and possibly escaped) - 5 + 2 = 7
Nauthiz'Ull Thursday June 29th, 2006 1:02:37 PM
Standing tall the ranger still holds a smeared look of pride across his face. He nods when the dwarf and his fellow ranger approach; he casts a scrunched-faced glance out of the corner of his eyes towards Bohdi's comments.
Ull'Heimdall, I do not believe that I am in the wrong here. We deserve better than this but what am I to do?
Looking amongst the collected villagers once more the ranger's glinting eyes fall back to the hunter that took him under wing after Ull'Heimdall disappeared.
"I know not what to say to you at the moment. I am no little boy anymore so treating me like that will not be tolerated; that goes for the rest of my wunjos."
Dregar Thursday June 29th, 2006 2:07:13 PM
Dregar cast a sideways look at Bohdi. For s plit second anger was on his face but he quickly turned to look back at the group around the fire circle and let the anger disapate.
He cleared his throat and looked around at everyone.
" I am not from this village " he called out" but yet I helped when you needed it. No questions asked, no pay recieved, no pay wanted. And yet you mock us and keep us out of some secret joke. If it is our place to continue to fight this, then it is our right to know what is going on. By you withholding knowledge you can put us at a risk. I don't like that."
Fire Circle Thursday June 29th, 2006 5:21:23 PM Garrett begins to stand to intervene to act as the voice of Domi here. For he had been chosen, but perhaps Nauthiz'Ull was absolutely correct. Things were not beyond repair and he could always step in later if need be.
Bohdi shook his head, his inner musings were getting him nowhere. He simply had never heard of such a thing. Perhaps with a library or some other such resource, but strictly on memory? There was nothing there. Bohdi snaps back to what appears to be an escalation of anger as pride met tradition head on at the Fire Circle. The gnome embarks on a sarcastical tirade that has numerous effects on the gathering.
Aiden too stands with his hand on his wunjos shoulder. He speaks quietly to the other hunter and tracker and he speaks of patience. Were they witnessing a possible attempt to seize the role of chieftain by another of the Ice Peak? He again thought to the new villagers trying to recall any past stories of travelers or such. Upon the thought, his memory strikes a single vivid image. The man who gave the tray to him wore a thick ivory ring etched with an orc double axe.
Nauthiz'Ull remain standing tall he scans across his village to rest upon Kayra and Svanhvit then to his father's good friend. His face betraying confusion in the pride behind his eyes. He had done well and should be proud, he was no longer a boy and neither were his wunjos.
Dregar reiterates the position of his new chosen clan. He also adds that they have not only earned the respect of the village but have a right to know what is being held back.
Most of the older warriors and hunters, those beyond their 30th year chuckle and know the sarcasm Bohdi speaks for what it is. They are in the minority as those younger take on a much harder face. Some even stand and begin to formally challenge Bohdi, Aiden Nauthiz'Ull, Dregar, Neco and even Garret. Voices raise and fists clench. They too have bled fought for and watched love ones die and they too feel respect earned and deserved from those younger than they. Some of the younger men and women are clearly mad but are able to restrain themselves from such open hostility. Much like how Nauthiz'Ull is conducting himself. Those of import however, the real reactions to be concerned with, are yet a third mix. Kayra is not amused, but most certainly not personally insulted. Her face is calm and placid. It also lacks anything of comfort, no she is certainly not amused. Svanhvit arches a brow as Bohdi's language once again implies a much more familiar position of Bohdi in relation to her. But there is no anger, though her eyes are caught checking the reaction of several who sit near her and upon the other reactions her face betrays a bit of concern. It is quick to vanish. The old hunter just puts his face in his hands for a moment and then looks skyward and laughs an exasperated laugh. The laugh of someone who sits from the sideline while two people have a conversation with each other about two completely separate subjects, yet they feel they are the same and thus begin to argue their own view. Kayra's nephew shakes his head slightly and stands. He starts calling out those younger warriors to take their place and be silent. Reminding them of the sacred Circle in which they stand and whom they address in such tones and most importantly in whose presence they are conducting themselves in such a way. Bohdi finishes with the question to the high priestess. She responds by casting an eye back to Nauthiz'Ull, Aiden and Dregar to see if they have more to add. Folding her hands quietly in front of her, her fingers interlace and her eyes sparkle in the fire light. "And what information would you have me give you?" Her address is calm and her gaze sweeps the group. "Would know you the time of your deaths? The cause? Would you have wanted to know Frig'Isa's fate before you left? Skalti? Grior? Edgler? Any of them? All of them? What new and glorious road would you walk if I lifted the veil of life's mystery from you eyes?" She falls silent a moment and a pause was all the weapon master seemed to be waiting for and he stands.
"Enough! Bickering like this is beneath you all." He turns to Kayra directly, "The Kjempe know the ancient words of power and perhaps more. You and Svanhvit have both laid the mantle of 'blessed' upon them. The signs have been read many times and you would not have declared them so if they were not. You have heard my council before and I, Ull'As Bjord, submit it now at Fire Circle. Set them to take back what was stolen from us." The weapon Master sits back down.
Neco d20+8=22 d20+8=26 Thursday June 29th, 2006 7:35:19 PM
Neco is rather confused. She understands the stories, but what is going on? Not very familiar with the people of the town, she was unaware that there were newcomers besides herself and Dregar. "New villagers? Who would come to a place like this?" she murmurs to herself. What perplexes the young girl even more is the fact that the town's people won't inform the group on something as trivial as the identity of these new people.
Neco looks around at the elders to catch a visual of the 'blue lines'. Her appraisal of the markings is cut short, by Bohdi's comments and the ensuing uproar. Without a moment to lose, Neco slips out of the fire circle and avoids attention during all the shouting and the challenges. If she manages to escape she will find a quiet place to sit and relax. Neco reflect on her confused thoughts. "I've only been here twice and I'm more lost here than in a city with 1000 times more people."
Hide (22) Escape Artist (26)
Bohdi Nackle Thursday June 29th, 2006 9:42:28 PM
Bohdi watched the villagers' reactions with amazement. "Well, so much for levity," he observed, and stood. He bowed his head politely.
"I'm sorry if some of you misunderstood me. I tried to lighten the mood, and, clearly, for some of you, it came across wrong. That wasn't my intent. I meant to tease my wunjo, not to show disrespect to this group. I recognize, too, that my manner of speech is foreign to this place. For all of that, please accept my apologies."
"But I must say that I am disappointed beyond expression with your reactions. Wasn't this ceremony called to honor these very people to whom you now show such anger and contempt? Weren't all of you here just a few minutes ago, when we all shared that--that--whatever it was that happened when we told our tale? And now, some of you would fight us? You would show such ... dishonor to those whom you claimed to honor? Honor, and respect--these are the roots of love. Is the honor of this village--the respect of this village--the love of this village--is it that fleeting?"
The gnome walked over to Nauthiz'Ull, Dregar, Garrett, and Aiden, and placed a gentle hand on each as he spoke. "I'm just a city gnome. I've never understood the ways of this village. But these good men--" he indicated his fellows-- "Have fought for you, bled for you, and, some who are not here have perished for you. I may have been teasing my wunjo here a moment ago about attacking all of you--but he's right! He's of your blood, your kind. He and his family have given everything for this village. And I can tell you--he has done everything, made all those sacrifices, out of love for this village. Garrett, and Aiden, too. They have sacrificed much, and endured more, out of honor, respect, and love for this place that they call home. Dregar here isn't even of this village, but his blood was shed more than any others! Where is the honor for that? Where is the respect? The love?"
Bohdi turned to Svanhvit, and his eyes narrowed. "You ask whether you should tell secrets about this village and about our fate. The answer to your question is--yes. If you knew Frigga's fate, or Skalti's, or Edgler's--yes, you should have told them. You don't keep secrets from the ones you love. Especially not something as important as that. Those people went into battle for this village--for you. They were soldiers deserving of the highest honor, respect, and love. And, with respect--those soldiers deserved better from you. From all of you."
Bohdi nodded toward Ull'As Bjord. "You've tabled an issue for this village to address. Out of the honor and respect I feel toward this village--and whether it honor and respects me and my fellows in return or not-- I'll listen. I hope that you will address the concerns my friends have raised."
The gnome shook his head once more and gazed off beyond the fire. "But as for me--my love is for one far away, in a distant land beyond the Vein. For all I know, she is on the other side of the Wold. And staying in this village is bringing me no closer to finding her. I honor and respect this village, but there can be no true love without honor and respect in return. And I see little reason to continue to waste my love on those who do not return it."
Garrett Friday June 30th, 2006 7:48:32 AM
Garrett sits silently listen to the 'adults' argue, and begins to wish he were elsewhere. He hears Bohdi mention his love, and begins to think of the plains and the austlanders that had come from there. He begins to daydream about warm days and the weather that they mentioned. "The cold grows oppressive. If Bohdi goes, perhaps I will go with him." He thinks to himself. "It would be nice to see something that is not frozen nor white."
DM addendum Svanhvit replies to Bohdi Friday June 30th, 2006 8:34:03 AM
Svanhvit stands, "Telling someone when they are to die is cruel and malicious and serves no good. Everyone keeps secrets from those they love. You do this to protect them. Frigg'Isa knew she was to die. Did she tell you? If your own wunjo and sister does not tell you, you feel it is my place too? I disagree. How sad would the life of our people be if I were to tell them all when and how they are to die. I love them all you see so I must then tell them all. The Children, the sick who look to me with hope. I know the warrior's wounds to be fatal, but his eyes spark of hope and pride and need to survive them to return to is family. You ask me to crush those hopes in his last moments? I will do no such thing."
I have also highlighted what I feel are important missed points in the last post.
repost or double post as anyone sees fit
Dregar Friday June 30th, 2006 9:34:09 AM
Dregar just stood, and shook his head. This entire situation was bothering him. Even the mention of Edgler didn't bring him from the mood he was in. The fact that the group was left outside of something, even though they were willing to give their lives for the village.
Dregar almost pulled his shoulder away when Bohdi came forward, but he realized deep down that Bohdi was sticking up for him. He just kept his look on the tribesman.
Nauthiz'Ull Friday June 30th, 2006 2:34:17 PM
Standing firm, the ranger's head begins to swim, slightly, at everything that is happening. He takes more notice to Kayra's nephew than to anything else however. Nodding in appreciation to the man's level head and slight hint of loyalty the young ranger's crystal eyes twinkle in an intense curiosity of how the aggressive ones plan on settling this issue.
"You should understand, those eager to draw steel, that we should not be taken lightly. Our destiny claims us the protectors of these lands, touched by Domi for our talents, bravery and mercy upon those who deserve such. We are clansmen but you have drawn upon us; I for one will not forget this."
Taking a moment to pat the shoulder of each wunjo who stood next to him, Nauth nods to the seats around the fire circle and then looks back to Kayra's nephew again.
"Take a seat there big one and stay your steel. I have made my feelings known and voiced my concerns with the village's treatment of my wunjos. I trust that everyone here will consider there actions and treatment towards us in the future if any of you wish favors of us again. This exclusion will not be tolerated anymore."
After pausing for a few moments and staring directly into Kayra's nephew's eyes with a touch of gratitude, Nauth will walk backwards to his seat and take it. He brings his fingertips together and leans in intently towards the fire and the issues which flicker around it.
revised due to DM carification...thank you Daniel!
Kayra speaks Friday June 30th, 2006 2:43:19 PM
Svanhvit has her say, Bohdi his and Ull' speaks as well before the chieftian of Ice Peak stands and with a sad shake of her head takes in the whole of the village about her. "How quickly we return to the old ways." she begins softly. "How quickly we would throw all away over percieved slight and injury where none exists." Kayra moves to stand very close, dangerously close to the blazing fire around the Domi Obelisk. Her voice heightens to a level making her easy to hear.
"It is as Ull has said. From the trial and thier return, many signs have been shown to us to tell us our children, now adults are especially touched and blessed. Burfell spoke to them of a coming war and the snows running with blood. She gestures to the high preistess and her nephew, "We listened. The ants allowed them refuge and spoke of aid in thier hour of need. Again we listened and took note of the sign. Svanhvit was visioned as were they of how Austlanders would come and join them, join us, to defeat a great evil. It came to pass as the signs said, to the very sacrifice of Frig'Isa. Ás-Domi, Muna Frig'Isa. We took heart of thesee and that is why they were chosen to go into the wilds against the Sne Kjempe." Kayra looks across the crowd to make sure they are paying attention.
"Now they return and with our village almost fully healed, our people home, we gather at Fire Circle as we do every night and for them it is the first time. Again there is Domi's blessing and Celsiun's touch upon us in the presence of those Svanhvit and I have deemed blessed. The Telling of Tales has not been shared for a very long time. It was this night! And so again I hear and see and feel my heart cry that Domi has extended his holy hand to our village in them." Kayra pauses again apparently gathering her thoughts.
"But War? This I do not know and do not feel. I will dwell upon it and I will pray upon it. You ask that we go to war." She looks squarely at the Weapons Master and then to several other individuals, including the female hunter who sttod earlier and was cut off. "War with the Twin Tusks. This I have shed in my thinking. I do not wish to, but it is becoming far more plain to me now. And I say to you at Fire Circle, that I Kayra Udr'Jokell svienn Freya 'Jokell will pray on the matter. Soon we will move as one again."
Kayra turns and leaves the Circle. Svanhvit waits a few moments and then almost hurries after her.
Dra'Gul comes to where Aiden, Bohdi and the rest stand together. With a warm smile on his aged face he kneels by the gnome, "You have always been my favorite trouble maker. I believe we can now do at Fire Circle what the Fire is meant for." He finishes by producing a bottle and several horned cups. Even though his is well into his later years, he has always seemed to posses the energy of a teenager. He drops back to a sitting position in the snow. Spot DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: { a blue ink line can be seen on his neck}
Aiden d20=6 Friday June 30th, 2006 4:35:17 PM
Aiden seemed quite troubled, especially after hearing the possible opponents in the war. It was one thing for him to build up his skills in battle, and then through trial by combat, overtake the leader of Twin Tusks. Or at the very least, raid the various patrols, and make it more difficult for the Tuskers.
But the village was not (in his opinion) ready for war against Twin Tusks. They lacked the ready warriors after the recent disaster(s) and the Sne Kjempe.
And that does not take into account whether those of Twin Tusks could make an alliance with the Whisami, or those Sne Kjempe who may seek revenge for the fallen tribe.
"I am ..." as he fought to say the word, "sorry..." as he apologized to his wunjos, "for having caused this. I sought answers to be brought out, and may have seen insults where there may have been none..."
The Tuskan ring on one of the servants did continue to bother him. There was so much not known...
How he wanted to go back to the wilderness and fringes...
(ooc: missed the spot roll)
Bohdi Nackle Sunday July 2nd, 2006 12:55:53 PM Lost post and reposting.
Bohdi shook his head as if to clear cobwebs of confusion and gladly accepted one of the cups from the elderly Dra'Gul.
"Ta, I bloody well need a drink," the gnome sighed. He quickly downed what was offered and extended the cup for more.
"What in bloody hell got into me?" the gnome wondered aloud. He shook his head again. "It's like this whole fire circle thing inclines one to madness."
Bohdi sipped over his second cup a bit slower and studied Dra'Gul. (Spot 16) He twiddled his fingers surreptitiously so that all of his mates could hear his words without visibly listening (cast Message x2, links Bohdi, Garrett, Aiden, Nauthiz'Ull, and Dregar. Does not link Neco because Bohdi needs a line of sight to add a person to the spell). The gnome leaned in toward Dra'Gul.
"Here now, mate," Bohdi said quietly, so that only Dra'Gul--and, of course, his friends--could hear. "What's this with that blue ink line on your neck? I haven't seen that before, but my wunjos here have been seeing those all about the village lately."
Neco d20+5=12 Monday July 3rd, 2006 9:13:46 AM
After all hell broke lose the young rogue decided it would be best for her to find some peace. Now she sits a distance from the once turbulent circle of villagers. Despite not wanting to approach people the rogue finds them to be quite curious, and she decides to listen in on any conversation that may prick her interest. "Perhaps," she thinks to herself "I can uncover one of these many mysteries who's answers seem to elude us."
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Nauthiz'Ull d20+11=17 [spot] Monday July 3rd, 2006 10:02:08 AM
Kayra's words begin to wash a humbling sensation over the young man trying to prove his worth. He looks amongst his wunjos until she talks of their recent journeys at which time his eyes become frozen onto hers.He smiles, weakly, as she talks of the group being blessed By Domi and touched by Celsiun but that name runs a finger of frozen chills up Nauth's spine.
As Kayra and Svanhvit leave, Nauth looks amongst those who recently drew steel upon him and his wunjos and shows the faintest touch of smirk in his lips. Watching closely as Da'Gral reaches in to hand off some wine the ranger's eagle-like eyes catch the blue inking along his neck as well. Then, suddenly, he hears Bohdi's voice fill his head. A cool metallic feeling rushes over his cortex and swirls around the sides of his brain as his gnomish wunjo's voice dances with questions.
Sligthly nodding in agreement with Bohdi's questions Nauth will wait patiently for an explanation.
Secret Jokes Monday July 3rd, 2006 2:29:35 PM
At the Fire Circle: Nauthiz'Ull stands his ground and nods his appreciattion to Kayra's nephew Bjorn. The warrior returns the nod and sits back down. The 8 who stood with cries of anger are silent as well. None seem ready to continue in the face of the support Nauthiz'Ull and the others just received and it seems there is a bit more to it than that as well. Almost as if the challenges were made to see if the party would back down. Another important unspoken test of adulthood may have very well just been passed.
Neco had slipped off unseen when the confrontation started, but she quickly notes that hostilities are higly unlikely and her curiosity piques. Silent as shadow she slides back to those around the fire and listens.
Private conversations: Dra'Gul engaes the main group in conversation and the rest of the villagers present in the absecne of Kayra and Svanhvit have begun to fall into thier own conversations. Apparently the Fire Circle is also used to visit with friends and simply talk as well as any ceremonial purposes.
Neco gets the basics, the adults of Ice Peak meet 2 out of every 6 days to talk visit and bond as adults, withou the children about. What happened tonight is very unusual.
Dra'Gul starts to pull the fox fur across his neck as Bohdi mentions the inking, but stops and gives a small chuckle. "You just cost me to lose a wager and a bit of pride Bohdi." he says with a smile. "Fuller said I would be the one and damned your sharp eyes and an earlier bottle , but he was right." Still smiling and chuckling at himself he holds a hand to stay any comments.
Dra, then opens the fox fur coller more and reveals an intricate pattern of swirling blue that wraps about his neck and seems to continue further down his chest, unseen by his fur coverings. His eye then glances at Nauthiz'Ull's arm. "It is a tattoo. A magical one that alters your outward appearance." Seeing the questions starting in your eyes he continues. "Myself and Fuller approached Kayra with this while you were gone. We are both of the old ways and wanted to induct you to the Fire Circle as members of our family. It is not a tradition I expected you nor many others know of for that matter. As I said, it is one of the old ways."
"Those who are not family by blood can take others into thier house. This ceremony was done at Fire Circle. Those would be brought in are served by those who wish to take you into thier bloodline. In ancinet days the villagers would disguise themselves. We elected a more assured means of not being discovered until the ceremony was complete."
He pauses gauging the groups reaction to make sure they were following what he said. "So six of us, whom love you dearly took the steps to bring you into our families. You Bohdi Nackle for all Ice Peak is concerned," he pauses again with devilish grin, "You are now my son."
"The humor was that is was mentioned about the new villagers when in truth the six of us are some of the oldest men and women in Ice Peak. Only a handful outside the six and now you know right now. The rest of the village will be made aware of it tomorrow. Those who were not at Fire Circle and the children and the rest."
Dra'Gul passes another bottle and looks at each of you his head bobbing. "You did well tonight. Many I have seen fold under the posturing of others, but you stood firm and stood together. They were trying to cow you have no doubt. You are easier targets than most, or at least you appeared to be." His smile returns eveen wider at the last statement. "3 outsiders, a gnome, and a man without family, well before tonight at least, yet you stood up to them, spoke well. If not a bit harsh, but bah, they deserved it. Svanhvit and Kayra are burdened with much, so do not judge them too harshly. Both have servered, bled and sacrificed more than any of us and they do so freely to better our people."
Dra'Gul sits back and offers to answer whatever he may and everyone keenly notices that everything he just said was in the quietest of whispers. Without Bohdi's spell none would have him.
Happy 4th next DM Post on the 5th.
Aiden Tuesday July 4th, 2006 7:39:37 PM
Aiden looked at the tattoos, obviously with a little bit of curiousity. He had seen tattoos quite often within Twin Tusks. In fact, sometimes particular strong warriors or beasts that were defeated sometimes had their blood and bones ground into the tattoo mixture so that the warriors gained the spirit and strength of those that were vanquished.
Perhaps there was more to those tattoos and piercings that the warriors did in Twin Tusks than to be intimidating....
"And the person with the Twin Tusk ring..." Aiden offered to the conversation, his voice low enough to allow the spell to take over.
Aiden could see the politics occurring, he had seen it, no that was incorrect, HEARD it enough between chieftain and warrior about whom should lead. However, these more 'civilized' people of Ice Peaks would not just do battle openly.
It was better to be straight forward than to allow the guiling tongue of this warrior to sway him. Did his master not say to look at not only the ground, but the sky for the weather may hide hints of the tracks?
"And who are the factions?" he asked bluntly.
Bohdi Nackle Wednesday July 5th, 2006 7:38:57 AM
Bohdi's head swam and his vision blurred. Perhaps it was the ice wine, but perhaps ...
"Did--did you say--dis you say your son?" Bohdi gasped quietly. His hand went to his temple ans he swayed slightly.
"Pardon me, must be the heat of the fire," he muttered. As his spell let the others speak quietly with Dra'Gul, Bohdi struggled to absorb what had just been said.
A ceremony ... Elders of the village choosing ... the magic of the tattoos ... he had been chosen ... as a son!
The gnome sank to his knees and listened as the others questioned Dra'Gul--the one who had chosen him as a son--about the recent developments in the village.
Garrett Wednesday July 5th, 2006 7:59:01 AM
Garrett stood in awe, listening to what had just been revealed. (assuming that my father was disguised, since to my knowledge he is still alive and part of the village?) DM I have your father as alive and well
Never had he heard of such a thing, and the depth of love of the people of the village still amazed him. "I must do better to respect the elders and the leaders of the village." he thinks to himself, "There are many things at work that we are unaware of."
Garrett listens as best he can, his mind reeling, and can think of no questions to ask as he tries to think everything through.
Somewhere in his mind, he wonders what the gods have in store for us next. Everything that has been happening has been tied to us, and we are part of it. Are we the cause or the cure. What role would Domi have me play, and what forces are working for and against us? Too many questions to ask that he knows he will have no answer to, but will spend many hours thinking upon nonetheless. the only thing he feels sure of is that their part in what is happening is not yet done.
Nauthiz'Ull Wednesday July 5th, 2006 9:37:21 AM
The whispers float coolly around in the young ranger's head as he absorbs what Da'Gral is informing the group to. This ancient tradition of Ice Peak is of deep significance that is for sure. Nauth had never heard of it before from Ull'Heimdall which means that it had to be a closely kept secret, even if he had known of the ceremony.
Maybe Ull'Heimdall just never thought that he would be leaving his children before they could carry on the bloodline.
Then it hit him; that thought triggered a scared, desperate look that blazed through the ranger's eyes (all the more accentuated by the fire before him). Feeling as if an IssWurm had just locked jaws around his throat Nauth begins taking quite deep breaths; almost exaggeratedly deep breaths.
"I...I...I don't want another family. I want my family.....Da...Da'Gral..." His whispers are rushed and panicked and placed between the deep breaths.
Dregar Wednesday July 5th, 2006 11:04:48 AM
Dregars mind reeled back when the inside joke was revealed. His mind raced in many directions, all of which led him to being confused.
He didn't want another family, he wanted his father back. His father who had been killed by an ork some time ago, and was taken way to early.
" Im gonna find Neco" the dwarf called to no one in particular.
With that he turned and headed away from the fire pit in the direction Neco went.
Q and A with Dra'Gul Wednesday July 5th, 2006 1:17:42 PM
Dra'Gul sits and takes in the questions of the group. An unassuming man in a village of powerfully buily men and women, Dra'Gul is the sole keeper of the secrets of Ice wine. At least as far as any of you know. He is also lored in herbs, leathering and skins. Most of his attention is naturally upon Bohdi and with an easy smile he gives a wink, "Aye and a hairer more stubborn son I could never want. Ack don't look so stupified, it doesn't sit well on 'yer face." Aiden's question perks his eyebrows and he gives an acknowlegding nod.
"Twin Tusk ring? That I can't say too, but Fuller acted on your behalf Aiden. I'll not suppose to speak for his reasons though likely I could guess. You're quite right on the factions, there has been some disagreement recently. I've heard whispers on Svanhvit being left and unsighted. That another should step to her place. And no, Iv'e never heard any suggestions on who that might be. But I can tell you Kayra and Svanhvit are both a touch concerned. I am not so close to either to say much more. I listen, I see and I make my own mind. My mind tells me that the statue stolen by the Twin Tusk should be quested and returned and that Domi is not thrilled we lost the blasted thing in the first place. Do I think Domi has abandoned us, no. I don't think recent events are directly connected, but I do worry his eye and love are elsewhere and the longer we are without the worse things will be."
Dra'Gul turns to Nauthiz'Ull "I'm sorry my boy, but there is scant little I can do for that. I can tell you this to take with you tonight to sleep, and that is she loves you dearly and treasured your sister and has so for nearly all your life. So you sleep well tonight on that."
Picking a bit up on Garret he nods, "You're thinking is likely arrow on. It carries a bit more weight than you might imagine, but that is between the two of you."
Finally looking at Dregar as he stands, "Before you go Dregar I can't say I understand your thoughts on this. I can tell you it is important to us and you. the same to be said to your friend Neco."
His attention then turns back to Bohdi, "You and I will many things to discuss over the next few weeks and plenty of time in which to do it." He hoists his bottle in salute and takes a drink supressing a chuckle.
Neco d20+5=9 Wednesday July 5th, 2006 9:10:14 PM "Another family? ... I'm related to? ... Bhodi is half human? ..." All of these are crude thoughts that pass quickly through Neco's mind as the plot thickens. "What a strange twist, this ceremony was some sort of..." The words never come to the young girl. She has barely enough knowledge of the Vein to keep herself alive, let alone understand what the village is doing!
The rogue keeps to herself at the far end of the circle, but is unaware of the dwarf searching the crowd for her. "It would be darn nice if someone could just explain what in the Wold is going on." When 'the rest of the village will be made aware of it tomorrow' Neco will be sure to be there, because whatever just transpired, is completely beyond her comprehension.
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Nauthiz'Ull Thursday July 6th, 2006 10:55:12 AM
Hearing the hints of Da'Gral, Nauth is completely stunned at who is, most likely, going ot be bringing him into her bloodline...
...Mjolka'Frodr...
Absentmindedly scratching the ever forming stubble along his jaw and chin Nauth looks over the remaining villagers around the fire circle; his thoughts drift hazily in and out of the fire and what remains of the conversations.
Friga, it seems as though your milk mother has a strong connection to our family now. Mjolka will become my...mother...now. I know quite a bit less about her than you but your trust in her is all that I need in order to accept her invitation.
Then his mind finds its way to the subject of the stolen Domi obelisk. He looks wryly at his fellow ranger.
"Well wunjo, I hope that your skills are advancing rapidly as we very well may be heading into the dragon's mouth in the near future. The Tuskers hold our obelisk and I have heard many conversations over the years talking of the loss of it."
Aiden Thursday July 6th, 2006 4:03:18 PM
Aiden kept quiet as the elder spoke on some of the intricasies of the village, and the recent developments.
Looking towards Bohdi with a small smirk on his face, Aiden wryly stated, "and you said you were the tallest one in the family..."
Turning towards Neco, "It appears that some of us without ties of blood have now been taken in as part of a family...such as Bohdi."
He held off stating that this was perhaps just another move within the politics that were now occurring. They were, afterall, a rather resourceful (and hence, valuable) group. Battle tested, skilled in magic and the ways of the wyld, but with little familial ties, enough to make them...expendable. He had seen it (and heard of it) before in Twin Tusks. However, at those periods, it wound up being rather 'open' insofar as the warring factions just got into a massive war circle and beat each other until only the strongest (and worthiest) stood.
"There is also some infighting among the elders, and some others..." as he nodded towards Dra'Gul, "as to what to do for the present and future of Ice Peaks, including getting back the..." as he fought for the words, turnings towards Nauth'iz "obelisk? That had been taken some time ago."
Stroking his downy beard, Aiden then asks Dra-Gul firmly, "Is the other faction serious about facing Twin Tusks directly?"
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(OOC: I HOPE I've interpreted things correctly. If not, someone send an email along our list if I'm way off...) DM Seems pretty spot on
Bohdi Nackle Thursday July 6th, 2006 4:40:38 PM
Bohdi waved weakly as Dra'Gul walked away. "Aye, see you ... mate ... uh, Dad ... whatever." Bohdi looked down at his own drink and shook his head.
"I can't believe I'm saying this ... but I think I'll need something stiffer."
He looked at his fellows. "Wunjos, I think we need to regroup. What do you all make of all of this? I can't bloody well tell which end is up any more."
Alone at Fire Circle Thursday July 6th, 2006 4:54:46 PM
The group certainly has some thoughts to think. Dra'Gul answers Aiden before he leaves them to themselves with a grim nod "Aye, They are. Generally the ones who've not bled in the snow or watched the spirit of a brother leave the body. But mark me I agree with them in so much that Shield of Domi needs recovering." He takes another drink from the bottle and his eyes drift to the best forgotton past for a moment. Dra'Gul then looks back to Bohdi a big grin on his face, "Mate will do just fine. I'll leave you be now for your own councils." he walks to another small group by the fire, kinsmen by the sounds of the greetings and they quickly break into a few merry songs.
Dregar finds Neco eventually, or rather she becomes aware of him looking for her. Soon enough the entire group is together and slightly apart from any of the other mini groups at the Fire Circle. Overheard conversations of any nearby indicate a normal night of adults just chatting. Planning out who goes where tomorrow, prioritizing work, catching up on whose children are doing what.
Nauthiz'Ull Friday July 7th, 2006 8:39:12 AM
Looking amongst his wunjos who have been together since day one, they can all tell that things are not boding well for the young man. His eyes show worry and a bit of nervousness.
"We are getting new families.?. Do you think that this will offend Ull'Heimdall, Volva'Frigg and Frigg'Isa? I know very little of Friga's milk mother save that she is a witch. Maybe I will have her show me the ways of herbal lore a bit just as you," lloking over to Bohdi, "may do well to listen to Da'Gral about the process of making ice wine." A small smirk appears as his eyes soften slightly.
"Getting back the shield will undoubtedly be the hardest thing we have yet to do, if that is what is asked of us. We should visit the catacombs with that in mind."
Dregar Friday July 7th, 2006 1:11:13 PM
Dregar just listens as nauth speaks. his head down looking at the snow below him, his face a little red from sadness. His father was killed less then a year earlier, and someone wanted to have him call him dad again. It just didn't sit right with him.
As the others spoke he just kept his head down and listened.
OOC: sorry for lack of posting, i was extremely sick since monday. Now im on 3 different kind of pills.
Bohdi Nackle Friday July 7th, 2006 2:12:13 PM
Bohdi looked at the others as they discussed matters in whispers over his Message link.
"Look, I don't think we need to settle this tonight, but as I see it, there are three things for us to consider."
The gnome ticked off points on his fingers as he continued. "First, what's going on the village? Is there a challenge to Kayra's rule? If so, how does it affect us, if at all? My initial instinct is to ignore it and keep our heads down, but I'm not sure."
"Second, what role, if any, do we play in raiding Twin Tusks to recover the Shield of Domi? We haven't yet been asked to help, but let's assume that we are. What then? I think we need to think long and hard about what our capabilities might be in that regard."
Bohdi took a deep breath, and held up a third finger. "And third, what do we make of this secret ceremony in which some or all of us got adopted? I don't think any of us here are thrilled about it. All of us had families already ... even if they were departed ... or we were far away from them ... or disowned by them ... or ... well, anyway, no one asked us about all this, that's bloody well certain. So, what do we do?"
And, almost as an afterthought, Bohdi added, "And what's with this disguise magic that's so powerful that my magic detection spell didn't detect it! I want to know more about that!"
DM Note order of events. The trays were delivered the Delivery folk left before Bohdi's detect magic spell. Even if you busted into casting right then, Round 1 is only the precense or abscence of Magic. It would have been certainly present. The party is wearing plenty.
Waning Night Saturday July 8th, 2006 10:39:05 AM
The group disscusses what may lie ahead for not only them, but the village of Ice Peak. The concept of the new family does not sit well with most of them. Perhaps what is more unusual is that Garret's parents, brother and sisters are all alive and well. Yet Dra'Gul seemed to indicated Garret's father as one of the disguised villagers and that more than an adoption then might have just taken place.
That is for future days, what also seems pretty clear given past decissions, is that the group will be asked to retrieve the Shield of Domi, stolen many years ago in a Twin Tusk Raid. When the two tribes were much more at each others throats. Attack, revenge, counterattack. The cycle of the old days seemed endless and full of death. Today, there are the rare encounters, like at Burfell, but that is all.
Discussions continue the large Fire has died to embers and the few left, mostly drinking and telling of past glory in the wild for the hundreth time, have moved closer to the fire for warmth. Soon there are only 9 gathered with the party. And not too long after that, all have retired and the party does as well.
The long lodge is not deserted anymore, the other 18 men, women and children are there, sleeping. A wooden framed shield rimmed with whale teeth tells the group that one of the piles of fur is the Sigsteinn family. A strong man and woman, both well versed in the forging of metal and thier 9 children from 2 to 12 years in age. And the ivory bow near the other piled furs tells them Brynj and his son are here as well. The other group, likely a family, can not be instantly identified.
Neco Saturday July 8th, 2006 11:34:15 AM
Neco is not very understanding of the adoption situation but as long as she is not one of the adopted she is content. She does not want to become tied up in such matters. The Shield of Domi however does prick the interest of the little rogue. "The shield of a god eh. I'll bet its made gold, encrusted in gems, and full of magic," She speaks to the group. A big grin crosses her face as she imagines a large golden shield, with gems all over it, brimming with coins and other forms of treasure. Neco finds a place to sleep in the lodge and her head fills with even more dreams of treasure.
Garrett Sunday July 9th, 2006 2:30:09 AM
Concerned about the significance of the ceremony that took place, and how it affects he and his wunjo's, Garrett decides to go and speak with his father in the morning regarding the matter. Questioning him as to what exactly occured, and the significance of it.
Garrett also ponders deeply about the shield of Domi. He is bothered that it is in the hands of those from twin tusks to begin with. It belongs here in Icepeak, and as a faithful servant of Domi, he feels honor bound to try and retrieve it.
Speaking to the his companions as the rest of the village has retired. "You know, many of the people feel that we should already be trying to retrieve the shield. The matter is dividing the village and causing problems. That should not be. Why Kayra has not asked us, I do not know, but perhaps she should not have to. I think we should ask to be allowed the honor of retrieving this most sacred item, and returning it to where it belongs. We should not have to be asked to do such a thing. We should be pleading to be allowed to go for the sake of Icepeak. What do you say Wunjo's?"
(Sorry I've been a bit off on my posts lately everyone. Summer is tough for me to post, and I'll try and stay on top of it. Rich P will subbing for me for a few weeks in the next two months.)
Aiden [sub drew] Monday July 10th, 2006 10:49:40 AM
THinking quietly about what it means for him to return to the Tusks, no matter the occassion, Aiden scratches his beard and shakes his head.
"I am not sure that we are ready. The blood that will be spilt will test our mettle to the ends. My former people live for this sort of stuff, war that is. Each day is another challenge to power, another alpha trying to take control; each day is another death, another funeral and another wife for the taking."
Still shaking his head at memeories of the past Aiden looks over the group and nods to himself as if silently confirming something.
"My axe is your service Garret Jax."
Nauthiz'Ull Monday July 10th, 2006 10:59:21 AM
"Well, I feel the same way Garret but I do not want to assume our powers or to assume that getting the shield is the right thing to do now. kayra and Svanhvit have not sent a party out to retrieve it for this long for a reason. We should ask them, as a group, in private, if we may go when they believe the time is right."
As Da'Gral leaves nauth takes a few minutes to study his little wunjo; to watch his eyes and his face and his mannerisms. Bohdi getting an Ice Peak father is quite intriguing.
"Well little one, it seems as though you will be ever present to the company of ice wine from this day out." he throws a quick wink at the gnome. "Da'Gral is of the nicest people; loyal and honest. He is a perfect match for you in many ways." nauth talks as if he all-of-the-sudden 'in the know' of such ceremonies as the one that took place tonight; perhaps to try and curb the sheer ammount of shock that is blasting away at him from everything.
Re-entering the longhouse shows that maybe the one thought he had about them having 'special' quarters was wrong. Now the long house is filled with others, all sleeping of course. Walking over to his designated bed Nauth strips down to his last skin of leather and then throws his boots back on. He heads back outside for some evening exercises; pushups, situps, stretching, etc. and then returns to his bed for a healthy night of sleep.
DM note Monday July 10th, 2006 11:23:26 AM
I will put aq post in early evening. I am on a trip and can not devote the proper time to our story until then. If anyone wants to second post feel free.
Bohdi Nackle Monday July 10th, 2006 3:19:33 PM
Bohdi scowled at the teasing comments about ice wine and bided his time. When the moment arose for more intimate conversation--if such opportunity ever presented itself, in this communal living arrangement. Still, in a quiet moment, Bohdi approached Nauthiz'Ull and shared a hushed conversation.
"Listen, mate, I'm -- I'm not quite sure what to make of this whole family thing. You know, my family back in Zarnan City, well ... I haven't seen them in years now, have I? And it's not like they pop by for a visit or a nod, really. But it's just ... well, I suppose that I had always assumed ... I guess I always thought that, some day, they'd come calling and take me, you know, home, all right? And that whatever the reasons were for me to be out here all this time, that they'd be done, and I'd be going back. And, as the years have passed out here, well ... well, I suppose that it's been getting less likely that they would be coming, ennit? But still, I thought--pass the test of adulthood, you know, and, right, straight back to the City!"
The gnome paused and a frown creased his brow. "But then, here it is, I passed the test, and -- well, they haven't exactly come running, now have they? And, meanwhile--well, meanwhile I have you wunjos, and the village accepts me as a member--it wants me as a member. And now this. Here's a family that ... well, that wants me. That approves of me. And that accepts me for what I am."
The gnome shook his head. "And so what am I to make of that?"
Nauthiz'Ull Monday July 10th, 2006 5:09:39 PM
Nauth moves in nice and close as Bohdi approaches him in a manner suggesting intimacy. His eyes continually scan the tanned gnome, occasionally peering deep into the depths of his blue eyes as well. A look of sadness washes over the ranger's face as Bohdi delves deeper into a sense of rejection. Nauth hurts, deeply for one of his closest wunjos.
"Wunjo, I know how much you must miss your family. I also know the sense of abandonment that you certainly feel. Remember this though wunjo; some families are great and some are not but the family you keep company with is the one that matters most." Nauth pauses a second and thinks over what he just said. "I am not saying that we should be your only concern or that us wunjos are better than your mother and father. What I am saying is that I hope you find as much happiness in us as we do in you."
The ranger sits down next to the fair-haired gnome and leans back on his right arm; his left absent mindedly scratches his stubble. He looks on to Squork for a moment (if present) and chuckles a bit.
"I can tell that you have a deep desire to go home, even if just to visit wunjo. I would like very much to go with you but I am tied to the village first. I hope your sense is the same but I would understand if you felt otherwise. You never asked to come here or be accepted. Now though, I ask you to help us if we are to head to the Tusk's village. We need you there and I would be honored to have you by my side if we must battle the Twin Tusk. If we are asked or allowed to retrieve the Shield of Domi then we must; once we return I will ask Kayra personally for allowance for us and whoever wishes to travel with us to Zarnan City. It will be my debt of gratitude for your company."
He sits up and rolls his neck a bit to keep it loose after his exercises. His face shows no emotion but his eyes twinkle of the sense of adventure.
Next Few Days Monday July 10th, 2006 7:12:25 PM Neco for her part does not really want anything to do with a family here in Ice Peak, just a burden really. Now this Shield of Domi, though actually a statue, but still a direct gift from a god. Now that is a reason to stick around. How often does a treasure of true divine proportion fall into your lap. Or at least the chance to get it. Crafted of gold, with emeralds and diamonds in the finest detail by the god of crafting himself. Neco drifts to sleep and her fantasies are indulged in her dreams.
Garret speaks of the statue and that the party should volunteer to go after it. They have been proclaimed chosen, it may help Kayra save face for not acting sooner and why should they have to sit back and wait to be asked. To be a part of the community is to activly seek to better the Village. In the morning he seeks his Father and easily enough finds him beggining the day as he always did, hewing logs. What the group whitnessed last night was two fold. All in the village have participated in a Telling of the Tale at thier first Fire Circle. Though, it has been many, many years since others shared the Tale as Last night. It also almost always happens to the most elderly of the Village, those who have proved themselves to Celsiun in ways he can not put into words nor does he fully understand. The second ceremony was the Raun-Aldr Blod, the Test of Blood. It is an ancient practice of the old laws and the largest thing it does is make the recipient a member of the house. In your case, of course, you were before so why? It also extends the protection of the patriarch and his bloodline with Celsiun. In this case my relation with Celsiun is now with you. It is also why so few in the village know of it and fewer can perform it. Only a handful maintain the ancient laws. More detail I can not go into or I will violate them. All of your 'wunjos' should feel nothing but honor from what has been risked on thier behalf. This you must keep in mind. I shall say no more on this. You're a good boy grown to a finer man I could not imagine. Take your destiny son and trust yourself. With the last he gives your shoulder a hit and then goes back to work.
Aiden finds the thought of going after the Twin Tusk daunting at best. yes they had fought some wolves and giants, but the people of Twin Tusks lived for battle and not the other way around. This may be why Kayra is reluctant to act. The Tuskan people would see sucha thing as open war and it would bring a massive retaliation against which Ice Peak stood little chance to survive let alone withstand and repulse. But no matter the outcome, the ranger pledges his blade to Garret.
Bohdi speaks of missing his home and how he had always felt he would be swooped up by his family and brought back after he 'grew up' a bit. It now seems so much less likely. not others here have taken him in what was he to make of it all.
Nauthiz'Ull does his best to comfort Bohdi. He too, cautions a bit on whether the group should openly volunteer to go after the Shield. Perhaps a private meeting first.
Morning finds them all and drums awaken all. the others in the lodge look surprised to hear them, but since they are not the drums of attack they take thier time. Eventually all are gathered outside and Kayra makes the announcement.
"Many of you did not know the first ceremony that took place last night. before the Fire Circle there was a Raun-Aldr Blod, the Test of Blood. The Blood lines were joined as set by the ancient laws. Bohdi Nackle sveinn Fubous Nackle is now sveinn Dra'Gul. Garret Jax As'Domi sveinn Verdil Jax sveinn Arn Jax sveinn Geir Jax is now svienn Verdil Jax Aiden sveinn Fuller'Heimdall sveinn Hjörvarðr is now svienn Fuller'Heimdall Dregar of the Dwarf clan is now svienn Uller Nauthiz'Ull sveinn Ull'Heimdall sveinn Ve Heimdall is now svienn Mjolka'Frodr Neco is now svienn Lleya"
Most of the village looks confused towards Garret. It is quite obvious they do not understand why Garret's father 'adopted' his son. Kayra then nods to each of you and with her hands thrown in the air the village cries. "As`Domi Utgr, Kell." the village then disperses and people begin their daily work
The next few days are normal work stuff, no one makes anything of the morning announcement. Svanhvit is inaccessible, her guard allow none in. She is in deep Divination is the reason given. Fire Circle, you quickly discover is a pretty neaqr nightly experience, but never anything like your first. Apparently Fire Circle carries special weight when a new adult group first attends. Otherwise it is just a time to meet and talk. After the last night, none seem to wish to engage in political talk.
Aiden [sub drew] Tuesday July 11th, 2006 10:34:06 AM
Aiden spends the next few days thinking, a lot, about Fuller'Heimdall and how his life has come to be the one it is.
Lending a strong body to the repair efforts keeps him busy for most of the days but he occasionally sneaks away to spend time with the pups. His natural instincts and sparse training in the handling of animals helps him in retaining all of his digits.
Each night after the evening meal Aiden will practice diligently with his daunting double axe; a look of seriousness is chisled throughout his features.
Nauthiz'Ull Tuesday July 11th, 2006 11:15:48 AM
Each day begins the same way for the young man; wake up, stretch and eat some food; that is always followed by an hour or so walking the outskirts of the village and outside the walls of Ice Peak, looking for tracks just as Ull'Heimdall used to do with him. Typically he heads to play with the pups and have blood drawn more than a few times.
He works tirelessly at any repairs that need so in the village and after the evening meal he either chats with his wunjos, oogles at some of the opposite sex or holds conversations with Mjolka'Frodr which ranges from her knowledge of herbology and alchemy to the true workings of magic but mostly touches on issues with Frigg'Isa.
This day finds Nauth a bit more impatient at the daily grind. After his morning rituals he finds the location at which Kayra is working and begins helping her directly with the repairs.
"Kayra, I wish to ask a private meeting with you and Svanhvit if possible. My wunjos and I have some things that we would like to discuss and it seems that these issues would be better addressed in private."
He will take the pups out whenever he and Aiden find themselves as the pens together during Fire Circle Nauth sticks with Mjolka'Frodr, his wunjos and their new families.
Garrett Tuesday July 11th, 2006 12:47:28 PM
Garrett agrees that we should ask Kayra in private about going after the shield of Domi. If she says no, than so be it.
Garrett shares what his father told him. " It also extends the protection of the patriarch and his bloodline with Celsiun. In this case my relation with Celsiun is now with you. It is also why so few in the village know of it and fewer can perform it. Only a handful maintain the ancient laws. More detail I can not go into or I will violate them. All of your 'wunjos' should feel nothing but honor from what has been risked on thier behalf."
Garrett also spends as much time as he can in prayer to Domi, and in helping get the village even more up to snuff.
(Did we ever get a final on money from the sale of the items?)
Neco d20+3=4 Tuesday July 11th, 2006 5:26:34 PM
Neco holds up her long bangs in one hand, exposing grey eyes in a small pale face. "Me?" she says looking at the woman, "you're adopting me?"
The rogue isn't so sure about this adoption business, but at least it beats the alternatives like living out in the wilds, or returning home to face the consequences.
"Do you bake cakes?" she asks the woman, following her to her home, "do you like animals?"
Neco will spend her days exploring the village, and eavesdropping on conversations, but most folks seem to turn their backs on her. [Gather Information=4] Nonplussed, she looks for Bohdi, and asks the gnome if he will show her his study.
Bohdi Nackle d20+12=22 d20+12=13 d20+12=24 Tuesday July 11th, 2006 7:23:54 PM
Uncertain about his past, his present, or his future, Bohdi spent the days retreating to his usual sanctuary in times of crisis: he studied. There were scrolls from his last round of purchases at the Catacombs still to add to his spellbook, if he could master them.
Ooc: Not sure how many days we're talking about here. But, I'll assume that we're talking about four or five days, and so I'll roll for a few scrolls to add to Bohdi's spellbook.
Day One, Rolling for Rope Trick, DC 17: 22, success! Day Two: Adding Rope Trick to spellbook Day Three: Create a Rope Trick scroll Day Four: Rolling for Shocking Grasp, DC 16: 13, fails! Burning a hero point to reroll: 24, success! Day Five: Adding Shocking Grasp to spellbook
Dregar Wednesday July 12th, 2006 6:19:53 PM
Dregar spend the few days wandering around the village. there is a lot on his plate to digest and he needs the time to think about how things are. When the time is right, he tries to extend out and meet the person who has " adopted" him by knocking on the flap to his tent one day. Those who know the dwarf know he is strong, but the knock he gives is one of the meekest moves ever done by the dwarf.
A Week of Labor Wednesday July 12th, 2006 7:14:34 PM Aiden stays busy with the village reconstruction, there is plenty still to do and with the wolf pups, now as large as full adults. Most of Aidens efforts, given his size and strength are directed to increasing the wall height surrounding Ice Peak. It is hard long work and most of it is in full exposure to the wind and cold.
Nauthiz'Ull's days are much the same and he too, works on the wall. he does engage Kayra at one point on a private meeting. She is receptive but tells him she knows Svanhvit still requires several more days. She will meet with all of you if you wish before then.
Garret relays what his father told him nad he too, assists during the day in reconstruction.
Neco speaks with Lleya. An older woman who lives with her brother. Niether have any children and outlived thier spouces. She is pleasant and smiles a great deal at Neco. "Dear child, I am not adopting you, though it may seem as such. You are an adult, though a young one and I have no hold on you. I did what I felt right for our village. If wish to stay and walk with Celsiun then perhaps I will call you daughter." She smiles again and goes back to writing on a great parchment in a long flowing script. "Cake?" she says without looking up, "I do not know, what is a cake?" If Neco wants she can learn with a fair amount of ease the Lleya is an artist and quite good. She writes ballads, carves ice scultures and makes jewelry. Her brother is a furrier for Ice Peak and pleasant enough in his own right.
Bohdi seeks solice in his studies and takes advantage of this free time. Within a few days has mastered Rope Trick and Shocking Grasp, written both to his spell book and crafted a scroll.
Dreggar seeks out Uller after spending some of the days working and just setting his mind to the layout and operations of the Village. That evening Dreggar is greeted on the otherside of the flap by Uller. He is a wire of an old man. A thick white cloak of fur tinged yellow by time is wrapped about him. "I wondered when you would come." he turns and disappears into the warmer inner lodge and sits gesturing for Dreggar to follwo and do likewise. Numerous hunting prizes and accutraments are about the lodge and it is busy with activity. "My family," he says gesturing to the some 20 others milling about and preparing dinner. "and yours. You must know I did what I had to do. At Kayra's request. You must know by now the ancient ways are not known by many. I have not passed it to my sons, they are not ready and may never be. But you, you I know I can teach the ancient ways to. I can not tell you much now that I have not already said. Just know that any in this tent will lay their lives down for you as you would for them. The rest we will talk about in time when you are ready. Now come, eat drink with us and share our tales Dreggar.
This is the official end of Module 2. Module 3 will start in a few days. I think Monday, I will send actual xp numbers tomorrow morning. I will need sheets before we can start Module 3
Bohdi Nackle d20+13=29 Wednesday July 12th, 2006 10:55:03 PM
Pleased with the efforts of the first five days of study and scribing, Bohdi continued his efforts.
A week--that means two more days! Day One: Rolling for Glitterdust, DC 17: 29, success! Day Two: Adding Glitterdust to spellbook
Daniel, if you'd like me to roll concisely, feel free to let me know how many more days we will have.
Garrett Thursday July 13th, 2006 8:14:03 AM
(Dan, can I get an official DM total of the money we receive for use in spending in the catacombs. I don't want to make plans if the funds aren't ready to use, or if I have the wrong figure. I have 2,027.5, + dfr cash(whose number I don't have anymore))
Garrett continues to work, and during a break in the building, heads off to the catacombs.
(Should have my updated CS to you shortly.)
Dregar Thursday July 13th, 2006 10:28:22 AM
Dregar placed his axe near the entrance to the tent. He looked down into his boot at the khukri sticking out. He looked back to the family almost ashamed, realizing he wouldn't need it.
He moved closer and took the seat offered to him. He scanned around the room at his new family. And after a few seconds, took to eating the food provided to him.
After a few seconds he wiped his beard and chin on the back of his hand, and took in a deep breath.
" I am at a loss of words " the dwarf starts " I just lost me father less then a season ago. He was killed by an ork, a debt I plan to repay to every ork i meet from now till I die."
He takes a bite of some of the food before continuing " My mother pushed me out, because my village considered me bad luck by surviving the attack and not perishing like a warrior like the rest of the group."
He takes a big swig of water, and then goes on " I understand you are to be my new family" he adds" I think that is something I could begin to like."
Aiden [sub Drew] d20+2=14 Thursday July 13th, 2006 2:06:00 PM
The rough-edged young man stays diligent in helping the shorter stock of Ice Vein work on the heights of the wall. He spends his days much the same and begins to hold conversations with Fuller'Heimdall.
"I am not certain, Fuller'Heimdall, if this village is ready for the bleak differences that are the Twin Tusks."
The wolves are now as much to handle as anyhting else and he will attempt to put his touch of milding them in to action. ........................ handle animal.14
Nauthiz'Ull d20+3=19 Thursday July 13th, 2006 2:19:38 PM
After the brief conversation with Kayra, theyoung man returns to the group at taht evening's fire circle.
In hushed tones he talks about his ideas as of late.
"Wunjos, I have thought a bit on Garrett's words about our sense of duty to Ice Peak Village and I have thought about Aiden's wordds towards the ferociousness of the Tuskers. I took the liberty of talking to Kayra about holding a private meeting with her and Svanhvit."
He looks amongst his peers for any sort of reaction, be it good or bad, and then continues;
"Kayra has agreed to meet with us but Svanhvit is still in deep divination and will not be available for a few more days. Kayra has agreed to meet with us before hand if needed but will wait until Svanhvit is ready as well. Here are my thoughts on the situation; We should feel honor Ice Peak Village and to Domi to be asked to retrieve the Shield but we should not assume that war against the Tuskers is what is best for the village. If Kayra and Svanhvit tell us that it is their wishes to retrieve the Shield at whatever costs then that is when we ask for permission."
His eyes show a sense of deep-seeded loyalty and a sense of pride not seen before.
"I think that we can all agree that there is some sort of power struggle going on. My loyalties will lay with Kayra and Svanhvit, unquestionably. I hope that yours do as well, and I will stand by their sides if this struggle escalates into something more barbaric."
Nauth will accompany Aiden to more regular times with the 'pups' and show Aiden the ways that he has picked up over the years to handle these animals. .......................... handle animal.19
Bohdi Nackle (illegal second) Thursday July 13th, 2006 2:46:00 PM
The gnome, still immersed in his spellbook, hardly seemed to acknowledge the discussion with the others. One bushy gnomish eyebrow arched over the cover of the leather-bound tome.
"Why bloody well stir a pot that's not ours to boil?" the gnome asked cryptically. "No one's asked us to go off and start a bleedin' war with the Tuskers, and I'm not anxious to do that meself. So why not enjoy our ... new families ... and be done with, eh?"
The gnome returned to his scribbling and mutters. "Leidenkurnan's algorithm, there, to transform the centurific glyph to a non-standard cuneform--yes, yes, that makes sense, but then, why the transverse ellipse to Bigby's truncation? Ah, of course, right, there's the isolated glyph over there--have to account for that bugger over here, square the ledger, and ...."
Neco d20+1=18 Thursday July 13th, 2006 7:00:12 PM
The rogue is confused by the woman's explanation. Adopted, but not really adopted. She ponders the woman's motives. Neco isn't interested in artistic stuff, or writing. She doesn't care to be with the woman's brother either, working with smelly hides. Instead, she seeks out Bohdi Nackle and his interesting magic stuff.
"You know," she says, "I could help. I know a little magic." Neco hangs around the gnome's study, and, unable to contain her curiousity, touches a great many of the wizards things, all the while asking questions.
Sense motive=[18]
Aiden d20=10 d20=12 d20=19 d20=13 Friday July 14th, 2006 1:04:57 AM
Listening to everyone's words, Aiden quietly pondered what was to happen next. THAT was why he had been spending the time to help rebuild the protective walls to the village as well as visiting the pups...to keep himself busy. It frustrated him, all of this intrigue. In some ways, he did enjoy the simplicity of the Tuskan lifestyle. You challenge something you don't like. You battle...whoever wins the battle makes the final decision. Whoever loses, becomes carrion.
For a brief moment, Aiden then turned towards Bohdi and thought about randomly interjecting something during his studious mumblings. But considering the fact that he didn't exactly enjoy such frivoloties when plying his craft at certain times, he decided not to say anything. However, he did try to sneak a peak over Bohdi's shoulder, if time permitted, since he was curious about what Bohdi had been working so hard upon.
(OOC: he will also take some time to assemble gloves/hats/boots/furred clothing to help Neco (who quite possibly doesn't have any of that, and Aiden wasn't quite sure what the family had available for her)
(rolled 3 times for the craft (furrier): 10 + 4 = 14, 12 + 4 = 16, 19 + 4 = 23)
(animal handling: 13 + 2 = 15)
Bohdi Nackle (illegal third) Friday July 14th, 2006 8:55:48 AM
"Don't touch those!" Bohdi snapped reflexively as Neco snooped, then immediately relented. "Er, sorry, ducks, that's just habit, you know, from all these years of having ignorant barbar--I mean, these villagers about."
He pointed to a scroll he was busy deciphering. "Here, love, you want to help? Have a look at this and help me unpack it. With luck, we can understand it better together."
Ooc: Neco may not have been serious, but, of all the PC's, she's the one that could help Bohdi! In game terms, with the DM's permission, Neco could roll an Aid Another check based on Spellcraft to give Bohdi a +2 on his next spell to transcribe into his spellbook. I'd even let you pick which one to try--Reduce Person, Spider Climb, or Shield.
Bohdi (illegal fourth) Friday July 14th, 2006 9:19:38 AM
Oops. Bohdi has a Resist Energy scroll, too. Your pick if you want to help!
DM I have no problems at all, Neco wants to pick out a scroll and AID Bohdi no issue here.
Out and about the Village Friday July 14th, 2006 9:28:36 AM
Most everyone in the group settles into a quick routine and seem to be enjoying just life, without emminent threats of death and harm from the horrors that lurk in the waste and beyond. The village is rebuilt more and more each day. Discussions at the Fire Circle nightly focus about the completion of Ice Peak and taht most love the new long lodge approach. General consesus is another week or two. Hunters have started moving out again and there is even talk of making an expedition to the great river to try and bring back a whale. Kayra attends most of the Fire Circles and mixes well with everyone.
Bohdi scribes more spells and creates more scrolls.
Dreggar spends some good time with Uller and the rest of the family.
Aiden speaks at length with Fuller and the comment of the Twin Tusk village brings a chuckle. "More than you likely imagine young Aiden." It is with that as he hefts his Great axe to one shoulder that Aiden's eye catches the ivory ring on his finger. A double bladed axe. Aiden finds Fuller's knowledge of the Tuskan way, the wilds and wolves uncanny. The old man held that knowledge very close, but Aiden recognized in the many subtle ways in which rangers do, the Fuller had tremendous skills.
Nauthiz'Ull speaks some with Mjolda, but mostly works with the wolves and the village. Both he and Aiden find the wolf cubs to be strong and each one has picked thier favorite and each wolf as well. Nauth shares his conversation with Kayra and Bohdi questions why stir that particular pot. He also states in no uncertain terms that he stands with Kayra and Svanhvit regardless of the strife taht may be building elsewhere in teh village.
Necospends time with Bohdi, the interests of Lleya and her brother matter little to the young woman. Neither Lleya nor her brother make any extra effort themselves.
Garret works prays and finds that as he works, younger and older men and women near him alike defer to his station regularly. He is one of three Domi clerics in the village. Svanhvit, himself and Freist. Occassionally he and Freist have talked, both concerned for Svanhvit and her unusually long divination. A week is not unheard of, but it is now pushing two.
Time passes, 3 more days. Aiden is almost finished with the mittens, hat and bootshe works on in the evening hours and by the light of Fire Circle. The wolves have moved into the lodge where Nauthiz'Ull and Aiden sleep. Hunting parties have started to go back out, the bulk of the real work in the village complete.
Neco d20+6=18 Friday July 14th, 2006 5:03:05 PM
Neco looks at the scrolls. "Hmmmm... Its been a while since I've done this." The young sorcerer looks at the selection of scrolls again and the markup of the shield spell clicks in her mind. "This one. This one should do for a starter." Neco imerses herself in the magic.
Spellcraft/Aid Another=[18]
Bohdi Nackle d20+15=18 d20+13=24 Friday July 14th, 2006 5:54:17 PM
"Yes, yes, I see it!" The gnome exclaimed, as the human woman traced the outlines of the runes in the magical scroll. "Of course!"
With Neco's aid, Bohdi's mastery of the intricacies of the Shield spell were practically assured (Spellcraft check to understand scroll, DC 16, with +2 for Aid = 18, success!). The gnome spent the better part of the next day transcribing the spell into his spell book.
(Day Eight: decipher Shield scroll Day Nine: transcribe spell into spellbook)
"What's next, duckie?" The gnome inquired. The gnome was clearly pleased with Neco's assistance. "How about this one?" He pointed to the Spider Climb scroll. "You never know when that may come in handy."
Day Ten: rolling for Spider Climb, DC 17: Spellcraft (without aid) 24, success! Day Eleven (if applicable): transcribe Spider Climb to spellbook
(The DM post said "three more days," but it also said that Svanhvit had been in a divination that was "pushing two weeks," i.e., fourteen days total, and so absent further guidance I'll pause here before attempting to add more spells to Bohdi's spellbook or creating more scrolls.
DM it's been 11 days as you have it, In my mind that is pushing 2 weeks, sorry about any confusion
Aiden d20=16 d20=15 d20=16 Sunday July 16th, 2006 3:59:09 PM
Aiden continued to carefully create the winter gear for Neco. Even though she had proven herself capable, she still didn't seem to be 'dressed appropriately' enough for the cold. Shaking his head in almost disbelief, he could not understand what type of weather she, as well as those of the Blood Pack, had encountered. He did, however, want to eventually travel to such distant lands and see bear witness to such oddities.
But that would be later...first, there was a task with those of Twin Tusks that demanded his attention. This also demanded his attention, specifically, working on his battle strikes with the double bladed axe, and his archery. He needed to become swifter...stronger...even as his eyes glanced over towards the wolf pup, and saw some of himself in her as she, too, learned and grew.
Craft: 16 + 3 = 19, 15 + 3 = 18, 16 + 3 = 19
Nauthiz'Ull Monday July 17th, 2006 1:32:32 AM
The days continue and begin to wear a bit thin on the impatient hunter and young man of the path. Since the test of adulthood Nauth has started feeling less and less content with everyday life in the village. In fact, in some remote way, he distantly envies the ways of the Twin Tusks as told to him by Aiden. Excitement, challenge, prowess and power all mix into the illusion; mainly, however, Nauth just misses the freespiritedness of the open tundra.
The talk to the villagers bringing a whale back from the great river snatch Nauth's full attention and he spends a bit of time talking to the hunters about how they would plan on doing such a thing.
Evening fire circles allow more time to chat with the wunjos as the young man spends a great deal of time with his favored wolf and with Mjolka'Frodr. He cannot describe the motivation but obligation does mix into the factor...pity too. Mjolka is a witch and an alchemist that stays to herself mostly; that draws the occassional teasing or fear-induced yelp from the youngest of the village-an act that Nauth is sure to address whenever he is present.
The past few weeks have allowed Nauth enough time to establish a lost connection with his body. His limbs have swelled a bit, his shoulders are broader as are his legs. Then he discovers quite the strange sensation; one day when playing with the pup Nauth found himself 'talking' with her. Startled, he ran to talk with Mjolka; she posited that he may be growing stronger as one of the path and that he is learning to tap into the magics of his destiny.
That night he talked with the wunjos at the fire about what happened to him and if they had expereinced anything similar to that.
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