DM Jan Friday February 1st, 2008 11:47:13 AM
There is an odd sensation, like cold drifting through the bones, and the scene changes. Cold gives way to warmth and sunlight as the whole group (Ingrge, too) find themselves once more outside the palace. It is a scene of ruin - a mostly demolished palace, two enormous, dead red dragons, and a ten foot diameter garden if beautiful white flowers where Parnoth was last seen.
However, all the townspeople are out, and to a man, woman and child, are hurrying past, all chattering excitedly about treasure.
All of them are moving - those able to do so are running - toward the north west, where Parnoth's lair is.
Falin Friday February 1st, 2008 11:55:12 AM
"I hate to sound greedy, but maybe we or some other appointed person should make sure that Parnoths treasure is utilized wisely for the betterment of the forest and its people."
He looks at all the women and children running by. "And I am sure that Parnoth laid booby traps all over that would kill almost all of these citizens."
Lian Friday February 1st, 2008 1:46:50 PM
"I have to agree with Falin on this one! Traps, monsters, all sorts of nasties."
"Maybe we should the rings and teleport to the lair as soon as possible! Cut off the populace. We can promise as Dragons to give them their fair and equal shares. Riots and murder will follow if any civilian makes it there before us. With any luck, Parnoth's treasure will have melted into the earth when he died or was taken."
Brother Bertram Friday February 1st, 2008 1:50:46 PM
Bertram, the smile still fresh upon his face, notices everyone scurrying about only in the most distracted way. He looks down at the unblinking Eye of Gargul, traced onto his hand by the God himself, and then slowly becomes more aware of what is going on around him.
Athalorn Friday February 1st, 2008 2:32:51 PM
The druid rubs his eyes in the stark daylight, a contrast to the dark journey he has just taken. He follows the others towards the lair, but stands near Gunther, holding his arm and pulling him to one side.
"My friend, I don't know what to say. That was clearly not easy for you, and yet you came for me. I feel.... different, somehow."
Lian Friday February 1st, 2008 3:51:40 PM
"We always feel different coming out of that situation.
Now, not to overshadow this huge and important experience for you Athalorn, Bert, but snap out of it. We have to protect the civilians from themselves."
(OOC: Still curious about this scaly patch. It can't just be for mundane show! Does it have its own pulse? Is it part, but yet separate from Lian? Parasitic? How large?)
The monk pulls his gloves tighter over his scaly hand, almost self-conscious of it.
Donna~ Is Ceil alright? We're starting to be come concerned. She isn't posting regularly in the LnB or Chosen apparently. Jay
Ingrge Friday February 1st, 2008 5:53:33 PM
Smiling to himself as they reappear and see the amsses rushing toward Parnoth's lair, he chuckles outloud as he thinks of the surprises waiting for any who get there and try to find a way in.
At Falin's and Lian's comments Ingrge snickers.
" It would serve anyone that stupid or greedy right if they got fried by one of Parnoth's traps, but I will be surprised if any can actually get inside."
Lian Saturday February 2nd, 2008 11:16:26 AM
"Though, we SHOULD protect the innocent or something, right?" Nudges the weapon mage. "Right?!"
Brother Bertram Sunday February 3rd, 2008 5:30:57 PM
Bertram hears Lian's voice and for a moment a frown crosses his countenance. "I think I am quite aware of how to protect civilians after all this time, Friend Lian." He shakes his head and moves over away from the others and sits down, taking a moment to light his pipe, puffing at the fragrant weed and watching the scurry of townsfolk overcome with unbridled greed.
Lian Monday February 4th, 2008 12:17:03 PM
He sits by his grumpy dwarven peer. "Look, all I was saying was 'we need to get a move on' and all you guys were doing was staring." He snickers. "Come on! You know I was joking!" He looks at the retreating crowd and his face slackens a bit. "Sheesh. You'd think after all they have been through, they'de avoid that Lair."
Brother Bertram Monday February 4th, 2008 7:11:12 PM
Bertram listens distractedly to Lian, his mind miles away wondering how Bella is faring. He really should write her another letter and tell her what occured with Friend Athalorn. He puffs his pipe and lets his mind wander, glad for a moment to be able to simply rest.
K'Nara Monday February 4th, 2008 8:16:43 PM
Relieved to see that Athalorn is once more among the living, the tall chestnut-maned woman embraces the druid in a heart-felt hug, then notes the stampede of people heading for the lair of the ex-Tyrant of the Emerald Kingdom.
"They aren't greedy so much as eager to get what they can and feed their families with it." K'Nara opines out loud. "Parnoth's taxes tended to make it rather hard to buy things like food, you know."
Falin Monday February 4th, 2008 8:40:51 PM
"So, who do we put in power now? I don't think we are the divinitve experts, but I think we should pick the interim person until the kingdom picks their person." Then with a devilish look, "We could put in a caretaker until we retire and then we run it."
DM Jan Monday February 4th, 2008 10:58:41 PM But I don't know what happens now. I am too scared to close my eyes. VNV Nation - Legion.
And so, as the entire town virtually empties itself and folk dash up the hill toward Parnoth's lair, the group find themselves wondering on their next course of action. Some decisions are more immediate than others, and there's quite a list:
Parnoth's treasure - is it safe? Why is Ingrge so confident? How should it be distributed? Two dead red dragons - disposal? Skins? City governance - will the townsfolk be able to figure this out? Kingdom security - are the borders secure? Osto - how does the town of villains figure into the equation. Parnoth's grave - should it be left? Guarded? Desecrated?
Athalorn's dire wolf appears to have wandered off, back up into Culverwood.
Beneath Lian's scaly scar, sections of his tattoo can be seen, that suggest it is still operative. As for the green scar's influence on the elf - part dragon, part Culverwood, maybe that's where the answer lies.
((OOC - folks I'm trying to get our XPs and treasure amounts sorted. Jerry's ill right now, so give me another day or so.))
Athalorn Tuesday February 5th, 2008 1:24:39 AM
Abashed by the attention of Olana and K'Nara, Athalorn smiles.
"I feel well, friend Olana. Though i feel ... different somehow. My magic seems weaker, and all these creatures I have met over the years; I sense them within me somehow, like an empathy perhaps. I don't know, I am just grateful that you came for me. Until the great Wood is safe, i could not rest."
"Let us go into the lair. The treasure will need dividing, and the people keeping safe. They are hungry and desperate, and some of Parnoth's coin might buy them food. Then we can begin discussing politics."
He sighs; politics had never been his thing. He heads toward Parnoths lair, entering carefully unless Ingrge warns him of known alarms.
Falin Tuesday February 5th, 2008 6:03:53 AM
Falin watches the crowd continue to run by. He understands their need to provide for their families, at least he guesses that is what most of them are trying to do.
Falin jogs up to where Athalorn is and clasps him on the shoulder. "It is good to have you back friend." Falin's smile beams.
OOC: Jan - If you want just roll a 1d6 + 2 and that can be the number of levels we all boost ;)
Athalorn Tuesday February 5th, 2008 12:12:25 PM
The druid smiles at Falin's remark, clasping his arm in return "Friend Falin. We have not known each other long, and so you have my eternal gratitude. Tis a strange journey that I undertook, like I was lost and being carried in a great river. I hope it will be some time before I repeat it."
Lian Tuesday February 5th, 2008 12:13:31 PM
The elf absently rubs the patch on the back of his hand, thinking. He glances at the patch of white flowers where Parnoth now, apparently, lays.
"I think he cursed me."
K'Nara Tuesday February 5th, 2008 6:44:27 PM
K'Nara grins back at Athalorn and nods agreement.
"We all know that Parnoth was the kind who planned for almost every contingency in existence--and likely many that none of us had ever thought of--so we'd probably best get over to the lair if only to keep people from killing themselves over the odd coin or two."
Ingrge Tuesday February 5th, 2008 7:08:35 PM
Well if we want to beat everyone up there I guess we should all grab the ring and go.
DM Jan Tuesday February 5th, 2008 11:31:11 PM
So, the group teleport and find themselves inside Parnoth's lair.
The entrance is blocked utterly, stopping anyone from the outside from getting in, and the interior is dark and shadowy. The only light comes from a sputtering torch here and there that could have been lit ages and ages ago, that highlight the ENORMOUS pile of coins in the centre of the cavern.
No sound can be heard coming from the outside.
Gunther Tuesday February 5th, 2008 11:32:10 PM
Still shaken from the encounter with Gargul and completely and utterly out of his league with the current political situation, Gunther tags along beside Athalorn and K'nara, though he does eye the dragon hide. He quries Ingrge. "Dat hide vould make goot armor for Athalorn... But I don't vant to drag it all de vay home. I have potions vich vill preserve it, but can you come up vith a vay to transport it ven ve leave?"
OOC: I am really sorry for the missed posts. I had a lot of computer, house and RL issues.
Falin Wednesday February 6th, 2008 4:42:22 AM
Falin looks around the lair of the once great dragon and lets his mouth hang open for a minute. "I knew he had alot in here, but you are still never able to really take it all in when you see it. There is just so much wealth here. You have to wonder how many peoples lives lay in this heap. How many dreams and futures lay here." He lowers his face into his hands for a moment as it all sinks in. He looks up with anew level of resolve and determination on his face.
"You know dispersing this to the populace will be difficult. Each are going to think they are entitled to more than they get. There is a very real chance of fights breaking out."
Brother Bertram Wednesday February 6th, 2008 10:25:15 AM
Bertram is transported in with the others, his vision quickly adapting to the semi-darkness. He looks around at the wealth usurped from so many people. He begins walking around carefully looking to see what might be found in here besides coin.
Lian Wednesday February 6th, 2008 12:26:11 PM
"Can an illusion be strong enough to conceal this? Or maybe transmute a stone facade blocking the gold, creating a 'false wall'."
Athalorn Wednesday February 6th, 2008 12:53:03 PM
Helps Bertram look around, his adaptable eyes quickly adjusting to the changing light. turning to Gunther. "It would be a waste if we do not do something with those skins, though you have already crafted me a fine suit, which I am waiting to have enchanted, friend."
Ingrge Wednesday February 6th, 2008 6:05:11 PM
Looking around with a grin on his face, he turns to the others. "Well it looks like noone is getting in here other than us anytime soon. I wounder how all this happened?"
Hearing Falin's comments He repsonds as well.
"I think dispersing a lot of this to the populace would be a great thing. Kind of like a reverse tax. And yes it will be difficult, but I believe it must be done."
"Gunther, I do believe I can get the hise whereever you want it, but you'll have to skin it here first."
K'Nara Wednesday February 6th, 2008 6:13:28 PM
The blade singer's hazel eyes take in the huge hoard of wealth and she sighs.
"How...sad." K'Nara says pityingly. "Parnoth had all this gold...and all it's doing is just sitting here. In the end, his trove did absolutely nothing to extend his life or make things better--not even for himself." The leader of the Emerald Dragons turns to her colleagues.
"Now that we have a relatively private moment, I can let you all know what I had always been thinking of doing when Parnoth got defeated: I wanted to make Ingrge the ruler of the Emerald Kingdom." K'Nara pauses, catching sight of the look on the less-than-thrilled weapon mage's face, shooting him a grin before continuing: "However...as I'm pretty sure that Ingrge would instantly retaliate with a well-aimed fireball, that wouldn't be such a good idea. I believe that we should now advocate that the citizens of the Emerald Kingdom should enact a democratic government, like the one they had in place the last time they needed to run the country in Parnoth's absence. What do you all say to this idea..?"
Gunther Thursday February 7th, 2008 12:14:22 AM
Eying the gold, Gunther sighs. He remembers the last time they had defeat a dragon and raided it's hoard...the elation and excitement it had brought. But it wasn't like that this time. No, this was a life time of misery and injustice all bundled up into a nice neat pile of gold coins. With a start, the warrior shakes his head. Where had that thought come from??
Gunther listens carefully as K'nara lays out her plan. "Let de people choose dere leader..." the idea is a very novel one to the orc born human. Usually things like this were handled with a nice normal brawl in the Grell clan. His eyebrows nit in contemplation. "Ummmm...I guess dat vould be ok."
Noting the grin on his face, she then sidles over to Ingrge. "What have you been up to?" she asks, puzzled.
DM Jan Thursday February 7th, 2008 1:34:24 AM
As K'Nara brings up the subject of governance, Bert, Athalorn and Milo take a look around the cavern. legend has it that dragons had all kinds of things in their treasure trove, some liked gems, others liked coins, some liked fine art, it was even rumoured that one treasure trove had been composed of thousands of pairs of ladies shoes. As for Parnoth, the green dragon was obviously a coin collector. This is the biggest mound of gold coins that the group have ever seen. Small dense ones, large fine, flat ones, some stamped with faces or scenes or plants, some have numbers or the names of places on them, but basically, what we have here - are coins, coins, and nothing but coins.
The dragon skins need dealing with before they spoil. It'll take a two man team two days to get the skins off properly and back to base.
There doesn't appear to be any immediate threat of the locals finding their way into the lair, so the money is secure for now. A likely method of wealth distribution might be a good thing to think about.
As for the governance, Emerald is probably like any other City - if left to its own devices, it'll sort itself out one way or another, unless the group really feels the need to intervene. The larger dangers are more likely to involve outsiders.
Falin Thursday February 7th, 2008 2:18:20 AM
"Should we tell someone that Parnoth is dead? Like the dragon consortium or some other such group?"
Falin keeps moving around just looking, not touching.
Lian Thursday February 7th, 2008 10:54:12 AM
"Telling the Consortium is pointless, since we are pretty much the whole consortium currently and we sort of know he's dead. And I'm sure the Plats already know somehow."
Frowning, the elf continues. "There is going to a clammer when some other rulers find out he's dead. A push to take this prime piece of realestate."
He looks at Ingrge, then back to KNara. "While I think Ingrge would make a wonderful and compassionate leader..." He chokes. "... I think we need someone on the 'throne' that can be neutral and easily manipulated when needed (by us! and no one else), someone of shrewd and spineless character that will be a face of the people but a silent character. Someone we know to be good when he needs to be and subtle with plans. Sneaky but not shady. We need - - -" He pauses for the effect. "... Mop." There is no humor here. He his completely serious. "No, really, the populace may not like him because of his association with Ol' Greenie, but no ruler is completely liked. All we need is someone to moderate for now and maintain order while we put things into place for the new government. Plus, I hate to say it, but he has knowledge we don't about the goings-on of the City. He knows the details."
"Then there is always Milo." He winks at Olana and looks around for the halfling. "Just like him to run off." He smirks.
He ponders something momentarily. "Parnoth's throne should be removed and destroyed as a symbol that that type of rule won't be tolerated."
Athalorn Thursday February 7th, 2008 11:50:06 AM
"I will help you with the hide Gunther, and we can return to the tower when we are done?"
He marvels at Lian's idea. A puppet on the throne of the Kingdom? Interesting. But would there be other puppeteers?
Brother Bertram Thursday February 7th, 2008 2:28:54 PM
Bertram listens to the others speak of picking a leader for the Kingdom much like it was deciding what was for lunch. He had no idea who was fit so he offered no opinion on the subject. One thing though had to be said out loud, "Whoever you decide to put on the throne, The suffering and slavery of the Elves stops today. No matter what the townspeople think of the idea." Having said all he really cared to say on the subject, Bertram found a nice spot on top of a pile of ancient coins and again resumed contemplating the smoke arising from his pipe.
Lian Thursday February 7th, 2008 3:03:40 PM
"I agree wholeheartedly Bert AND I will send for my parents if they still live and they will come live in the city. Dad won't like leaving the vineyard but things change."
K'Nara (again) Thursday February 7th, 2008 5:57:52 PM
"Remember, Lian," K'Nara reminds him, "We are probably the premiere active members of the Consortium...but not the only ones. And now that I've been reminded..." The human blade singer brings her right hand up to her mouth, speaking into the Ring of Communication so that everyone who possesses any such similar ring will hear her next words:
"This is K'Nara Illutu, leader of the Emerald Dragons...this is to let everyone in the Consortium know that the Emerald Kingdom is finally a nation freed from the tyranny of Parnoth the Green, and that the Emerald Dragons pledge themselves to the safety and security of all of its people."
Gunther Thursday February 7th, 2008 10:35:34 PM
The warrior nods at Athalorn. "Den as soon as ve leave, ve vill get to vork..." The warrior taps his chin thoughtfully. "I tink I know somevon else dat ve can gift vith dragon hide...somevon who needs to remember who his friends are...and how powerful dey are." Gunther lets the others mull through the ramifications of the future leader of the Emerald Kingdom. For now, he knows that his roll in this whole mess is to make sure he contacts Borden as soon as possible and make sure of his allegiances.
Ingrge Thursday February 7th, 2008 11:19:42 PM
Looks over at Olanna with an innocent hurt look on his face, as if to say would I do anything?
That look rapidly disappears as Knara starts in about Ingrge becoming King , even in jest. His look gets even more direct as Mop's name is brought forward.
Ruling council of elders, human dwarven and elven with any one or all of us as the fail safe. Let things settle a while then and see what we see.
Athalorn Friday February 8th, 2008 4:23:54 AM
The druid considers trying to make contact with his elders at the Sacred Circle, with whom he had not spoken for many years. But they would have sensed Parnoth's death, and the forest would have relayed its own message.
The druid sits near Bertram, leaving the priest some space, and contemplates the implications for the Culverwood.
Lian Friday February 8th, 2008 10:41:57 AM
"Who else is part of the Consortium? I don't remember initiating anyone. I know your probably right, but I can't remember anyone else. The Grey Knights and who else?"
(Rolling in the LnB for hit points, updated Lian posted here in Post Name)
Ingrge Saturday February 9th, 2008 9:05:29 AM
Well I expect Sturtevant needs to know.
Brother Bertram Saturday February 9th, 2008 10:29:58 AM
Bertram turns regarding his druidic friend. "Friend Athalorn, I am glad you are returned to us, but yet grieve for what I know you had to give up to return. Yet I am gladdened to have you back."
Gunther Sunday February 10th, 2008 10:28:16 PM
As he continues to ruminate his imminent trip to Izen, Gunther moves over to where Athalorn and Bertram are sitting. "Broders...it is a goot day to be alive. Ve should not spend our time cooped up here. Let us go out and breath de air of freedom vile ve get our exercise."
Athalorn Monday February 11th, 2008 8:55:52 AM
The druid smiles, Bertram's words and Gunther's incessant good spirit warming his blood, cold after his recent journey through Woldsblood. "Indeed you are right. Let us take a wander to the courtyard and see if those Corpses are still getting in the way."
DM Jan Monday February 11th, 2008 10:59:19 AM
((Woah - sorry about the missed post of Friday, folks. Got caught up in all the OOC, character sheets and wotnot, talked to Jerry, too))
The message goes out far and wide - to the Consortium, to major city leaders; it echoes through the leafy glades, drifts through the weed-choked swamps, and blows through the mountain passes. It brings a smile to some faces, introspection to others, and a few frowns.
The treasure safe for the moment, and the townspeople outside (with the exception of a few) are in too high a mood to get all twisted about the fact that the treasure is locked up, locked in - or hey maybe it never existed at all. They'll get by like they always did, only this time they have a chance at flourishing now they're out from under the iron rod of Parnoth's rule.
When the group leave the lair, they find everyone in a party mood. "We're having a celebration! The Heated Cross, by the river! Tonight!" the townspeople announce. "And we want you to be the guests of honor!"
Lian Monday February 11th, 2008 2:57:51 PM
Hearing about the party, the elf looks at the civilians and shakes his head. "You celebrate the death of one of the Wold's great creatures. Tyrant or not, Parnoth was and is part of the Wold."
Brother Bertram Monday February 11th, 2008 6:41:52 PM
Bertram thanks the townspeople graciously and agrees to attend, gladdened to see thier happiness.
K'Nara Monday February 11th, 2008 9:10:04 PM
The tall redhead smirks a bit.
"Any excuse for a party, eh?" she says and chuckles. "I like that way of thinking! Sounds like a date!"
Athalorn Tuesday February 12th, 2008 3:01:02 AM
"We would be honored to attend the party. We need to relax for a while."
Athalorn's thoughts go to his old companion. Returned to the Culverwood no doubt, and perhaps for the best.
Gunther Tuesday February 12th, 2008 8:10:16 AM
The warrior grins at all the smiling people. It was good to see them happy at last. And a party of the people...now that was one party he'd be happy to attend. No stuffy fancy clothes, no speeches...he could finally just be himself.
Heading over to the dragon corpses, Gunther sets about the process of removing the hides. Sure it's a messy business, but then again, he always liked that kind of work anyway.
Olana Tuesday February 12th, 2008 11:40:47 AM
Olana is glad to be out of that awful cave, the scene from many an oppressive visit with the almighty green one.
A party? Why not. She smiles at Milo. A party would be good.
Falin Tuesday February 12th, 2008 1:19:36 PM OOC: Updated CS is in the link above
"Anyplace has got to be better than staying in here. And a party sounds even better." Says the elf with a smile across his face. "Maybe it will be just what the doctor ordered."
DM Jan Tuesday February 12th, 2008 11:24:42 PM
And so the day rolls on. By twilight - one of the dragon's skins has been retrieved. It has been dirty work, and whoever works on it will need a good scrub if they're going to be presentable for a party.
There's talk in the square about what to do about the palace, whether to leave it and use another building, or re-build the partially demolished structure.
Some of the elven archers have taken it in turns to stand guard at the circular flower garden that signifies Parnoth's final resting place.
As night falls, music can be heard coming from the direction of the Heated Cross by the river, and there is a string of bright lanterns heading toward it from the main street.
K'Nara Tuesday February 12th, 2008 11:28:40 PM
K'Nara stands for a moment, staring down at the golden dragon-shaped prosthetic still clutched in her hand...who would have thought that the Great Green Tyrant would have come to such an end--and yet, how appropos it was that the Culverwood itself be the one to vanquish the ancient drake. Parnoth had been responsible for so much misery and destruction to not only the elven-blooded of the Kingdom, but the vast forest primeval that was the Culverwood as well.
"I truly do hope you end up exactly where you deserve to be, o Savior of the Wold." she says in an ironic whisper to the artificial hand before absentmindedly stowing it inside her haversack.
"We should probably make arrangements about harvesting whatever is wanted from the two red dragon bodies and then disposing of their remains." K'Nara says to the rest of the group. "I don't normally believe in trophies--but I think I'll make an exception in Nikolai's case...I'd like his head to hang over the main fireplace in the great hall of the castle." She looks at her comrades. "Unless there's somebody in our family who objects..?"
Athalorn Wednesday February 13th, 2008 2:52:12 AM
Athalorn wanders by himself across the bridge, drawn absentmindedly to the sweet music and sparkling lanterns. He muses to himself as he strolls, considering the strange feelings he has within him. Something was definitely... different. his magic seemed dimmer, and he couldn't remember the words to many of his spells. When he prayed later he would try and ask for guidance from the Culverwood.
For now, he enters the party with anticipation.
Brother Bertram Wednesday February 13th, 2008 1:24:38 PM
After making sure everything was in good hands around the corpses and that Mop's guards were taken care, Bertram followed the gaily light street leading to the Heated Cross. He could hear the townsfolk making merry long before he arrived. He smiled in spite of himself and joined them.
Lian Wednesday February 13th, 2008 2:47:47 PM
"A red dragon's head hanging over the hearth of the Emeralds castle..." The monk looks on with distaste but states no objection.
He looks at the great dragon tooth he's holding and smirks a bit. "A party huh? Might be fun after all." He tucks the tooth into his belt and joins the group.
"Don't we still have those Lyres of Building? We can use those to make repairs."
Falin Wednesday February 13th, 2008 3:29:51 PM
"Could we maybe have someone shrink his head and we put it in a jar?" Falin says thinking out loud.
At Lians suggestion about the building Falin adds, "Yeah, and the repairs would take only a few days."
K'nara Wednesday February 13th, 2008 3:53:00 PM
The chestnut-maned human hooks a companionable arm around Ingrge.
"Are you sure you wouldn't entertain the idea of being king...?" K'Nara teases the elven weapon mage. "Hey, I'm only asking because we both know that Caeryn would look just fabulous decked out in royal aubergine with a crown on her head..."
Ingrge Wednesday February 13th, 2008 9:31:25 PM
Looking back into Knara's eyes, Ingrge quickly responds. I'd consider it but my first act would be to appoint you as court jester and then put you incharge of personally reidistributing ALL of Parnoth's wealth to each individual in the Emerald Kingdon. And yes Caeryn would look love lovely deckey out in royal wear, ut then she looks lovely deck out in anything she chooses."
Still, if the others wanted to do it, then it wouldn't be the end of the world.
She looks forward to the party.
DM Jan Thursday February 14th, 2008 2:01:00 AM
The celebration, the party, isn't a particularly grand affair. No one is dressed in fancy clothes, or wearing expensive jewelry; there are no gold plated goblets and utensils, no ten course dinners, or MC's bellowing out announcements; there are no awards, no grand speeches.
Instead, this is a spontaneous affair, where bread has been hastily baked, and the best ale has been rolled out in kegs. Both elves and townsfolk have brushed themselves off, maybe hastily woven flowers in their hair, run a comb through tangled locks, and pulled off their aprons. Furniture has been dragged out of houses and set up in and around the Heated Cross tavern. Lanterns are strewn in an unruly manner here and there and everywhere, lighting up the area like a thousand fireflies.
The menu is plain and simple - ale, wine, savoury pies, bread, fruit, sweet cakes.
And when the group arrive they are welcomed with open arms and hugged and thanked. Some folk go as far as to burst into tears. It's like a huge burden has been lifted. Now there is hope, there is laughter, there is singing, there are children dashing in between the tables who have absolutely no real idea what it means but they're having fun and playing games.
It's late when the guards arrive - ten of them, and they dismount looking tired and weary, but above all, worry is etched firmly on their faces as they approach the group.
Athalorn Thursday February 14th, 2008 2:38:56 AM
This is just the kind of party Athalorn enjoys; no politics or diplomacy, no manners and etiquette. He allows himself to relax and enjoy himself, chatting with the common folk and telling stories of the Culverwood and its many denizens. He laughs with the children, and asks a young woman to dance to the airy music.
He considers the arrival of the guards a petty nuisance, and continues his dancing instead of talking with them, though he watches any discussion from the corner of his eye.
Falin Thursday February 14th, 2008 6:15:35 AM
Falin enjoys himself greatly at the party. Just being able to be himself around the townsfolk. No worrying about using the wrong fork or wearing the wrong colors.
When the guards arrive Falin makes his way over there to find out what is going on.
Lian Thursday February 14th, 2008 7:46:36 AM
From a corner of the party, away from the mass of revelers, the monk sees the guards approach. He moves to meet them. "What is it?"
Brother Bertram Thursday February 14th, 2008 11:09:53 AM
Sitting there feeling better than he has in a long time, Bertram eyes the guards as they enter. He debates moving to see what is happening but he decides instead to try and make this moment last as long as possible.
Gunther Thursday February 14th, 2008 5:59:53 PM
After cleaning up (with K'nara's help of course!), the warrior thoroughly enjoys the party, making sure to engage any willing party in a nice friendly match of arm wrestling. Relaxed and feeling almost at home, Gunther is startled by the arrival of the guards. Please don't be Izen...please don't be Izen...please don't be Izen.
Taking up a position nearby Lian, Gunther listens eagerly to what the guards might have to say.
K'Nara Friday February 15th, 2008 2:24:25 AM
"Well...we're in agreement about how good Caeryn would look, anyhow..." chuckles K'Nara.
The party is the best type the K'Nara could hope for...spontaneous but genuine. The proprietors of the Heated Cross are old friends and the heartfelt gratitude of the masses are ample reward for the moment.
And then the guards arrive, looking worried.
"What is it..?" asked the leader of the Emerald Dragons, willing herself not to frown...yet.
Lian Friday February 15th, 2008 11:05:22 AM
He waits.
DM Jan Friday February 15th, 2008 11:11:53 AM
The guards have arrived with no particular fanfare, and so the party goes on around them. Only a few of the townspeople seem curious, and some of them venture forth offering the men drinks and plates of food. But amidst the frivolity these men stand out, and the looks on their faces spell trouble in big, shiny capital letters. One of them, a man older than the others salutes the group. "I am Willan, captain of the guard down at Fort Hospitality. We came up here to report on a growing situation, and after hearing the news on the way up here, it appears our journey has been fortuitous. Unfortunately it also puts me at a loss. We have approximately 40 men in each of our southern forts, and we've been harried by orcs for months. It's growing problem, and I'd come up here to ask for reinforcements, or the council and his excellency Parnoth's intervention." He looks at the Emerald Dragons as if to say -So, now what?
Falin Friday February 15th, 2008 4:23:09 PM
Upon hearing the news Falin looks over at Gunther with worry on his face. "Perhaps we should go on a diplomatic mission to Izen. I have a sinking suspicion we know the guy in charge."
"We will, of course, have to send some type of reinforcement to the forts though, right?"
Brother Bertram Friday February 15th, 2008 5:45:23 PM
Bertram sees the troubled look on his companion's faces and sighs. With a last wistful look around he quickly drains his mug, sets it on the oaken table, and moves over to join his companions.
Athalorn Saturday February 16th, 2008 8:46:21 AM
Continues his frivolous dancing while watching the guards. He lets the others deal with their request, knowing little about Izen or Orcs or politics. He considers asking for an explanation, but decides to wait and ask Gunther more when the guards have left.
Ingrge Saturday February 16th, 2008 11:23:00 AM
Listening in , Ingrge is still feeling a bit grouchy and approaches William.
"Captain, Good evening. I am Ingrge Nightseer, a member of the Emerald Dragons. Why don't you head back down to Fort Hospitality and tell these orcs that Emerald Dragons have just killed Parnoth, his wife to be and his future brother in law, both also dragons, and are a bit irritated that they are annoying our folk and will be down there shortly to not so politely discuss things with them. You may also tell them that I personally will remove two inches of skin from each and every orc that draws a weapon on any law abiding citizen in the area, per incident of annoyance harrassment, injury or death, and I will do it while they are wide wide awake."
Lian Sunday February 17th, 2008 12:59:22 PM
"And should that not impress upon the kind side of their leader's heart, suggest that the Emerald Dragons, or at least their monk, think him a coward for not sitting down to talk out orcish problems diplomatically." Lian avoids Gunther's eyes, since this was a less than kind statement about orcs. Coward. That should get 'im.
K'Nara Sunday February 17th, 2008 5:12:26 PM
The chestnut-maned woman frowns contemplatively.
"Months now..?" she echoes. "Hmmm...that would coincide, amazingly enough, with Parnoth's saving the Wold and the onset of his...um...matrimonial urge." K'Nara looks Willan up and down. "How long have the current troops been at the Forts? When was the last rotation of personnel? Is there a specific commander or general that you reported these months of activity to? Perhaps we can get ahold of them and see what the state of support there is for the Forts."
Lian Monday February 18th, 2008 1:18:17 PM
Lian is not sure what to think. Orcs, again. Hadn't they set straight yet? And would Gunther be able to maintain his neutrality or have to make a choice?
Olana Monday February 18th, 2008 4:48:10 PM
Olana listens to the conversation with a puzzled look. Why would orcs be a problem? Up to now, they had the threat of Parnoth to keep them at bay.
DM Jan Monday February 18th, 2008 5:19:18 PM
((OOC - sorry about the delay on emails, folks. I'm getting there.))
Willan, the guard captain, listens to both Ingrge and Lian, then shrugs helplessly. "No disrespect," he says, "but if the threat of Parnoth himself won't stop them, I can't see a mere threat, coming from yourselves, doing anything either. "Up until some months ago, the orcs were never much of a problem, not after the latest Ascension anyway - tribes scattered to the winds, a few raiding parties. Just isolated groups of leaderless rabble. We actually took pity on some of them - its a hard country is Izen, not arable like it is up here. But then they appeared to be getting organized. We started hearing about trade caravans being escorted down as far as Dirt City, by orcs, no less, for a price. We saw some of the local orcs riding around on horseback." He shrugs again. "Then we start hearing about this leader, who's going to be king of the orcs, or somesuch - and then he disappears with some of his men. No one knows whats going on. Some say he's gone on a long quest with the Platinum Dragons." He scratches his head, looks back at his men, then continues. "Our biggest problem, is that we rely on tradesman gossip, heresay, and insults and boasts from our friends to the south. The latest - we heard this leader had returned, but by now some of the others have figured out they want to be king, too, and whoever these characters are - well, they're starting to get bold. "Both Kouri and Waypoint are starting to get nervous, and they're wanting to know what we're going to do about it."
To K'Nara, he says "Ma'am, we have around fifty men at each fort, rotated out once every six months. We report to the Council of Elders, but - we er... heard they'd been eaten?"
Brother Bertram Monday February 18th, 2008 6:28:15 PM
Bertram listened to the report, wondering how best to deal with the current threat, and of course speculating on how Borden fit into this mess. He also cant help but wonder how this will affect Gunther.
K'Nara Monday February 18th, 2008 7:52:04 PM
K'Nara sighs gustily at Willan's words.
"I'm afraid that the council got eaten by something that didn't agree with them, yes..." she admits, frowning again. "Well...we need to see about what troops may be available to bolster your numbers...and I believe that my colleague Ingrge may have the way of it--looks like a job for Mop." She suppressed a shudder. "He's the man with most of the answers about the way the kingdom has been run up to now, and troop dispersals would be his bailiwick...or, at least, he would be the one to know whose it is if he, himself, doesn't have the knowledge." The leader of the Emerald Dragons glances at the stoic elf.
"So...looks like you're right...again." she says. "You keep this up, you'll be King in spite of yourself." K'Nara chuckles and turns to Willan.
"We may be a humble group of adventurers, Commander Willan, but we'll gladly do what we can to help out." To the rest of the group, K'Nara says: "Sounds like a personal visit to Izen may be in order. Who feels like going...?"
Gunther Monday February 18th, 2008 9:54:16 PM
The orc is stunned by the guard's news, but recovers slightly as it looks like Borden may not be the root of the problem. He looks over at Ingrge and then K'nara. "I should be de von to go. I started dis and I should be de von who makes sure dat everyvon knows dere place." The big cat trainer looks over at Ingrge with mild reproach. It was clear from the elf's words that he neither trusted nor respected his orc brothers. "Give me de ring and I vill tend to my family matters." Readying himself to head out, Gunther makes sure he gathers as much of the red dragon's hide as he can take with him.
Athalorn Tuesday February 19th, 2008 1:38:46 AM
Pausing from his revelry, Athalorn comes to Gunther's side. "I will come with you. I have not been to Izen for some time, and sounds like the place has issues that need some resolving."
ooc: Who is Borden? his name does not come up in Woldipedia.
Falin Tuesday February 19th, 2008 6:50:37 AM OOC: Borden accompanied us on our Dragon mission and was slain by Nikoli. He was brought back to the land of the living though.
Falin looks over at Gunther. "I will come with too. A cushy diplomatic mission sounds nice." Falin says with a smile.
Lian Tuesday February 19th, 2008 11:44:30 AM
He roars with laughter at Falin's words. "Diplomatic? This will likely turn into a blood bath. I'm in."
K'Nara Tuesday February 19th, 2008 6:16:23 PM
The chestnut-maned leader of the Emerald Dragons favors Gunther with a smile.
"Now, now--none of that!" she says firmly. "If you kindly recall, returning Borden to this world was not just your idea...I was convinced of its merit to the point of promising the service of my firstborn to Gargul, and good Brother Bertram cast the spell instead making excuses. So we will all go find out what is happening and see what may be done to settle the matter."
Brother Bertram Tuesday February 19th, 2008 7:32:11 PM
Bertram frowns, again reminded of the need for more security at home, but realizes the need to address the Izen issue. He sighs and begins making a mental note of what all he will need for the trip.
(OOC btw-Any word on the treasure count yet?)
Gunther Tuesday February 19th, 2008 10:57:21 PM
The warrior looks over angrily at Lian. "Dis is no laughing matter... and if dere is any orc blood spilt, it vill be by me and me alone...do you understand?" The normally jovial man is angry at the frivolity being shown about the newly forming orc nation.
Gunther lowers his head in respect as K'nara speaks. He knows the price she was willing to pay to see his dream come true. "Alright...ve vill go togeder..." he says in low tones. "But I vill do de talking...and if needed, de killing." Gunther glares at Ingrge and Lian as he says the last part.
Olana Wednesday February 20th, 2008 12:54:19 AM
Olana moves up alongside K'Nara and says quietly. "Well, we can't let him go on his own." She nods in Gunther's direction. "From the sounds of things, Borden might have some competition, and things might get a little rough"
She lets out a long sigh at Lian's enthusiasm. he could well be right.
DM Jan Wednesday February 20th, 2008 12:57:48 AM
The suggestion of Mop as organizer and enabler is met with some bemusement from the guards, but not outright hostility, as though they're used to contact with the diminutive right hand man of the dragon.
Mention of the Emerald Dragons actually paying a visit to the southern border of the Emerald Kingdom inspires nods of eagerness and approval.
So, what will the Dragons find at the border of Emerald and Izen? And where is Borden? Is he in trouble? Lost his grip?
At some point, Milo has a quiet word with K'Nara. "How about if I go and do a bit of scouting in the opposite direction? Until the council of elders is re-established, we're probably a bit vulnerable, and it might be an idea to see what's brewing in Osto." he grins and shrugs. "It's a city of rogues. I'll fit right in."
It is now late at night. What is the plan? Does the group intend to let Mop out of confinement before they go? Or not? This could be a quick trip, and then again...
((Bad DM Jan still hasn't figured emails and treasure and suchlike. Again my apologies, folks. ))
Athalorn Wednesday February 20th, 2008 1:30:45 AM
Putting his right hand on Gunther's left shoulder, he senses the warrior's angst. "We are on your side, Gunther. And we will let you lead any talks if you should wish it. Of course."
"As for Mop, Let us send him on a diplomatic mission somewhere, to test his worth. The city and the kingdom will begin to sort themselves out I am sure. Such is the order of things."
Lian Wednesday February 20th, 2008 12:57:56 PM
"I am with KNara on whatever is decided." Then the monk sits and stretches for awhile.
Ingrge Wednesday February 20th, 2008 6:18:21 PM
Shaking his head slowly, Ingrge smiles at Gunther.
"Now Gunther, I do not believe I ever said anything about killing one single orc."
::He appears to think for a moment::
"Nope. I am sure I never said one single thing about killing any orcs, deserving or not. So I am not sure why you are upset with me. I think you do me an injustice."
Falin Wednesday February 20th, 2008 7:16:31 PM
"I am with whatever is decided." says Falin as he finds a good stool to sit on.
Brother Bertram Wednesday February 20th, 2008 7:19:42 PM
Hearing everyone beginning to argue, Bertram sighs and walks out into the night air, hoping to find some peace and solitude.
Gunther Wednesday February 20th, 2008 9:14:03 PM
Athalorn's hand resting on his shoulder, Gunther begins to slow his breathing. No doubt he over reacted. But then again, he can't think of anything else in his life that he's been so totally committed to...with the exception of K'nara of course. He looks over at her, awaiting her decision. "I vould like to leave now if possible, but I understand if you vant to make sure things are secure here... And come to tink of it...dis vould be a goot trip to take my kitty on. She vould make a goot impression."
Olana Thursday February 21st, 2008 1:03:14 AM
"Well, why don't we go back to the Tower, I mean the castle, and get ready?" sez the elf, before giving Milo a frown for volunteering to go on what sounds like a dangerous mission.
DM Jan Thursday February 21st, 2008 1:08:36 AM
While to group discuss the best course of action, the guard captain asks "So, what would you like us to do? Head back and let everyone know you're coming? Or, we could accompany you. To be honest, it's been a hard ride and our horses are tired and hungry, so a few hours break would be nice."
His men are currently eating anything the partygoers are giving them - bread, soup, cakes - some items are being hastily shoved into saddlebag - just in case they get their marching orders.
Athalorn Thursday February 21st, 2008 1:34:38 AM
The druid agrees with Olana. "Let us return to the tower for a night, then travel when we are prepared. I need to rest, and perhaps this would be a good time to travel to the Catacombs? As for the guards, I suggest they make their own way back when they are ready."
Lian Thursday February 21st, 2008 11:35:32 AM
Thinking a moment about Athalorn's statement, "Yes, perhaps preparation is better. We always seem to run off right away. Lets take this information and plan more carefully."
Falin Thursday February 21st, 2008 12:59:12 PM
"I would love to have about 2 or 3 weeks to prep, but I know it is something we can not put off." Falin stands and stretches for a moment. "I am ready to head back to the castle in order to get some of my stuff together. And I know I will need to do some shopping before we leave."
Brother Bertram Thursday February 21st, 2008 2:44:25 PM
Bertram spends his quiet time, puffing on his pipe and mentally trying to prepare a list of what will be needed. He also considers what preparation will be needed for protection for the tower as well.
K'Nara Thursday February 21st, 2008 8:57:06 PM
(OOC: aaack! sorry...thought I had responded to this game yesterday!)
"Willan, you and your troops rest and recuperate." K'Nara tells the commander. "My colleagues and I have to...eh...pop back to our castle and get stuff together for the trip. We'll meet you at the south gate out of the city at two candlemarks past dawn, all right?" (OOC: that's about 8 o'clock in the morning.)
To the other Emerald Dragons, K'Nara says: "We'll go back to Madyrn and consult with Mop...pick his brains and see if we can agree what to do with him now that his former employer..." And here the blade singer hefts the golden prosthetic that she still has as a souvenier from their battle with the green dragon, "...is gone from the landscape."
So saying, K'Nara utilizes the group's Ring of Teleportation to get everyone back to the castle.
Olana Thursday February 21st, 2008 11:12:08 PM
On the way home, Olana says to Bert - "So, whats in that pipe, anything interesting?"
Gunther Thursday February 21st, 2008 11:39:42 PM
The warrior returns with the others, just as happy to get some rest before they head off to Izen. As soon as they get home he heads to the cat enclosure. He's anxious to get a little time in with his kitty before they head out.
Athalorn Friday February 22nd, 2008 1:42:46 AM
Upon returning to the Tower, Athalorn wanders to the grove alone. It was strange being without a companion; like part of him was missing. As he approaches the grove, a winged figure swoops down from the canopy, landing deftly on the druid's outstretched arm. "Glannath! My old, dear friend."
The pair return into the grove, still defended by many magical wards and defences. He looks around to see if the Fey are still in residence, greeting them if they are.
The druid also spends time in meditation. He had just witnessed the mighty divine power of the Culverwood, as Parnoth learned to his demise, and so he prays. Giving thanks, and asking for power, he finds that his old spells are not gifted him. Instead, the magic he has accessed is limited somehow.
Lian Friday February 22nd, 2008 10:43:54 AM
The hand of Domi heads to the chapel for for prayer.
DM Jan Friday February 22nd, 2008 4:49:36 PM
The guards look relieved at K'Nara's decision to make the journey on the morrow.
Back at the castle, it's time to prep for the journey. Mop is still in the room Ingrge put him. He looks like he's been sobbing for hours. The castle grounds seem a little more lush, even though it's quite dark. A lot of the building's hard edges have been softened by climbing vines, some of which are displaying wide open flowers and giving forth scent, even in darkness. Songs of freedom can be heard coming from the elven enclave, and they drift through the window as Lian starts to pray. As for Gunther's cats - he knows as soon as he's on approach that they'll be a handful. They're sending out snarls of restlessness into the balmy night air. Glannath is at the topmost perch of the grove and is pleased to see his companion, while below - although there is no obvious evidence - the sense of the grove becoming a small town is hard to ignore. Tiny lights appear and disappear all over the place.There are carefully built, heavily disguised dwellings of all shapes and sizes, and fey in each, whispering and singing and chattering and going about their various businesses.
Athalorn Saturday February 23rd, 2008 2:36:12 AM
The druid smiles as he approaches his grove. Although he would never admit it to the fey, he loved having them in his home, and the semblance of purpose and noise is a good thing. Solace was always easy to find in the forest; company less so. He prays quietly. This truly was his home.
Ingrge Saturday February 23rd, 2008 9:16:39 AM
upon arriving back at the castle, Ingrge looks over at K'nara.
"You want to put a bow around that thing (pointing at the golden claw) before we present it to Mop as a gift? Or perhaps I should mount it on the end of a staff and make it a new symbol of his position as temporary regent? In either case we propbably out to head upstairs and deel with him."
As he approaches the room he dispels the force wall put in place and steps inside. Looking over at the distraught man, he shakes his head as an unusual feeling washes over him. With a sigh, as he realises he actually feels sorry for Mop, he waits until Mop looks up and sees them.
Brother Bertram Saturday February 23rd, 2008 10:46:29 AM
Bertram quickly packs for the journey then spends the rest of his time walking the keep making sure all is in readiness in case of another attack. The priest isnt ready to deal with more people under his care dying.
Falin Saturday February 23rd, 2008 12:37:58 PM
Going up to his room Falin kneels and prepares himself for the trip. Afterwards he goes out on the wall and just stands. He waits to watch the sun rise over the forest. Culverwood... now a free Culverwood. It almost looked like the forest was at peace. That peace passes over to Falin as he watches and waits.
At the appropriate time he goes down to join the others for the trip.
Lian Sunday February 24th, 2008 7:10:45 AM
After several hours, Lian leaves the chapel and moves up to his room. He collects some stuff he needs, which takes an amazingly short time and then goes and meets the group.
Gunther Monday February 25th, 2008 10:54:51 AM
Feeling his kitties restlessness, Gunther activates his Charm Animal tatoo before beginning his training time...just to be on the safe side. He goes through a few hours of basic combat training before he settles down for the night in the enclosure. Awakening early in the morning, Gunther joins the others in the Tower for an early breakfast. He looks over at K'nara. "Ve should head over as soon as possible. De sooner ve deal vith my broders de better." As soon as K'nara is ready to leave, Gunther gathers Delilah and readies her for the trip.
Lian Monday February 25th, 2008 12:07:51 PM
Lian meets up with Falin at some point and wanders around with him until they leave.
(OOC: Any word on treasure and booty!?)
Athalorn Monday February 25th, 2008 12:47:29 PM
Having prayed for much of the night, finding but more of his old spells are not forthcoming, Athalorn heads out to the tower before dawn. Glannath keeps his old friend company, circling in the sky above him.
K'Nara Monday February 25th, 2008 3:47:17 PM
K'Nara smiles at Ingrge's suggestions about the prosthetic that used to belong to Parnoth.
"We'll figure something out." she assures him. "For now, however, let's go see about what we can do with Mop." So saying, the tall human blade singer enters the room where the lackey to the late tyrant of the kingdom has been staying.
"Please accept my most profound apologies for your loss." the redheaded woman tells Mop. When the aide-de-camp looks to her to inquire of her meaning, K'Nara casually dumps the golden hand of Parnoth in front of the man.
"Parnoth no longer rules the Emerald Kingdom." she tells Mop firmly. "The Emerald Dragons, however, are trying to put a fair system of government in his place. We need your expertise to aid the kingdom now. Do we have your cooperation with that or not?"
K'Nara is hoping that Mop will agree to help them, because she needs whatever knowledge the man has about whatever troops are available to bolster the Kingdom's presence within the Forts that guard the southern border to the land, as well as whether or not Mop has any intelligence about the orcs and the trouble they've been causing there.
Brother Bertram Monday February 25th, 2008 4:51:54 PM
After all he can to make the keep safe Bertram says his prayers then joins the others.
Ingrge Monday February 25th, 2008 11:20:18 PM
Don't get to excited Mop we aren't making you king or anything like that. However as we need to go take care of something right now, we felt some sort of consistancy mioght be nice for the EK and that means that you are temporarily going to make some decisions for some things that will benefit the entire Kingdom. And you know how we know you will do your very very best? Because if you don't I will make it my life's work to make you absolutely miserable for whatever time you have left after K'nara gets hold of you.
Olana Monday February 25th, 2008 11:24:48 PM
Olana decides to join K'Nara and Ingrge when they go to see Mop. Why? She's intrigued. This was a strange turn of events, but then again - these were strange days...
DM Jan Monday February 25th, 2008 11:56:34 PM
Up in Mop's Temporary 'Guestroom' -
The ghost is impassive, the elf trapped in the painting is looking on with interest as K'Nara drops Parnoth's gold claw on the wooden floor in front of Mop. The small man's face mirrors his churning emotions. He steps forward and tentatively reaches for the golden claw, then steps back. He can't bear to touch it, and then he seems to deflate, somehow, becoming grey faced and hunched over. This changes when K'Nara comes up with her proposition. Obviously it isn't at all what he is expecting, and even though he cringes slightly at Ingrge's promises, he starts to stand up straight and regain a little of his dignity. "Well," he says, clearing his throat and speaking softly. "Of course you have my co-operation. I have, as you know, vast experience with the day to day running of the realm." He's not boasting. There are no signs of bluster in his voice. "Tell me what to do." Inside, his heart is beating like a tiny jack-hammer. He's gone from being either murdered, or at the very least, being run out of town after a tar and feathering, to a situation bordering on miraculous. Darned straight he'll do his very very best.
Inside and outside the castle -
The night passes without anything particular significant happening. Gunther gets his training done with some success. Others pray, get packed up and ready, while the might of Culverwood breathes softly all around them. It will be a wrench, when it's time to leave. Now endowed with it's new strength, the forest is becoming quite seductive.
For those who walk around camp, questions are asked of them. Are they safe, now all the dragons are gone?
The morning arrives drenched in sweet dew and accompanied by the delicate scent of honeysuckle. Oh yes, it will be hard to leave, even for a short trip.
Athalorn Tuesday February 26th, 2008 1:37:23 AM
The druid waits in the courtyard for the others to prepare, his keen glistening eyes looking over the wild and unkempt forest; seeing rays of dawn bounce from the canopy, and watching whorls of mist rise through the trees. Truly, it was a beautiful sight. His home.
Prior to leaving, the druid decides to visit the Catacombs...
Falin Tuesday February 26th, 2008 4:10:26 AM
When questions are asked around the castle Falin answers, "There is a new threat to the South. Differing factions rise against one another, each vying for power over the others. We will travel to try to negotiate with them." Falin adds a smirk in with the end fo the statement.
Falin will seek out one of the elven archer captains he has fought with. He will tell them to ensure that those remaining have some training with at least a bow. He will tell them to slowly begin to grow a grand army of the Culverwood.
As Lina waits with him Falin will turn to him and with a smile say, "With everything going on I think about the furture more and more. I think I would like to settle down some day and raise little ones of my own, but then again maybe I am destined to remain a lone warrior till the end of my days." He looks down for a moment. "Do you ever have such thoughts?"
Lian Tuesday February 26th, 2008 12:09:07 PM
The monk looks at Falin, raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Yes, but not with you. Your ears are too long."
Brother Bertram Tuesday February 26th, 2008 4:01:08 PM
Bertram hears from one of the elves that Athalorn left for the catacombs and debates going as well.
Athalorn Tuesday February 26th, 2008 4:08:16 PM ooc: I won't go shopping until I know how much there is to spend...
Brother Bertram OOC Tuesday February 26th, 2008 4:18:29 PM
(OOC same here lol)
K'Nara Tuesday February 26th, 2008 8:57:58 PM
K'Nara asks Mop what he knows about whatever troops are available to bolster the Kingdom's presence within the Forts that guard the southern border to the land, as well as whether or not Mop has any intelligence about the orcs and the trouble they've been causing there. According to Commander Willan, he'd been sending regular reports about what had been happening, so Mop ought to be at least cognizant of that situation.
She also advises Ingrge (after they leave Mop's presence) to secure the polyhedron magic item so that it may be Identified...K'Nara is pretty sure that the group ought to find out what the magic item is and how it works.
Gunther Tuesday February 26th, 2008 11:32:12 PM
Out in the courtyard the warrior waits..thinking...plotting..planning. Which is hard when you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.
DM Jan Wednesday February 27th, 2008 12:13:51 AM
"The orcs have always been a problem," says Mop. He shrugs. "Izen has always been a problem. His Almighty Excellency was the best deterrent we had. Now..." He makes some mental calculations. "We have about 200 guards on active duty. I think you're going to have to double that - or at least double the garrison at the southern border. I could organize that," he offers hopefully.
The morning arrives, and the guards are waiting as promised at the southern edge of the city. Some of them look a little hung over, but nothing that a good morning's ride won't cure.
((OOC - folks don't worry about shopping. I'll take it as read that you went to the Cat while you were here. It's my fault this is dragging on, so no worries.))
Athalorn d20+24=30 d20+18=19 Wednesday February 27th, 2008 1:26:33 AM
As the party ride South, the shifter scouts ahead by around 1/2 mile, taking to the skies in eagle form, enjoying the cold winds and the warm currents on his wings. His keen eyes scan the skies and ground ahead of the party. Glannath accompanies the druid once more, flying some way behind and above his old companion.
Spot = 30 Listen = 19
Falin Wednesday February 27th, 2008 5:37:40 AM
Falin looks at Lian and with a smile, "What do you mean my ears are too long? Is it my hair?"
As they get to the Southern edge of the city Falin eyes the guards on their horses. Looks like they had a hard night. Not too much discipline.
On the ride South Falin just keeps his eyes open and looks around for anything out of the ordinary.
Lian Wednesday February 27th, 2008 2:11:22 PM
Goes to the Catacombs at some point.
"I think we should help at some point." He says to Falin, looking in the direction of action.
Brother Bertram Wednesday February 27th, 2008 8:33:07 PM
Bertram rides along on his pony, worry written over his face about the keep. Despite competent people being in charge he still cant help but wish he was there. His pipe hangs idly in his mouth, unlit, as he chews on the stem lost in thought.
Lian Thursday February 28th, 2008 1:20:21 PM
The monk rides the very annoying stubborn stud called Bob, which apparently doesn't like elves but for some reason likes monks.
"This horse just wants to go left all the time! He likes circles."
The elf ponders the green scales on the back of his hand, just hidden under his gloves.
She wonders what to expect and glances toward Gunther once in a while, hoping this doesn't get into a situation where loyalities are split. This will need some careful handling, she thinks.
DM Jan Thursday February 28th, 2008 2:04:20 PM
Keeping things moving...
It's a fine morning for a ride and Willan and his men are awaiting to accompany the group down to the southern edge of the Kingdom.
It's a well traveled road and every once in a while the group is approached by farmers and homesteaders who give the group gifts of flowers, fruit, and the occasional jug of mead.
Up in the air, Glannath has a good view, and everything looks peaceful. The forts are way, way off in the distance.
The only down side to this lovely morning - the mood of the guards - they're apprehensive and on edge, which perhaps makes one wonder what will be found when the group reaches their destination.
~~SIDEBAR~~ Any final decisions on Mop? Or do I let him loose?
OOC - don't forget to go and get tooled up at the Catacombs.
Athalorn Thursday February 28th, 2008 2:59:57 PM
With his wing man behind him, Athalorn continues scouting ahead. Death was a strange thing. An unusual journey through Rivers of Blood, a meeting with a God, and when he is brought back, he finds Parnoth dead. Stranger still, he was back where he was many months, nay, years ago: Flying under a blue sky with Glannath, his oldest friend.
He considers the forts upon glimpsing them, deciding that they will need serious reinforcement once the Izen issue had been dealt with.
K'Nara Thursday February 28th, 2008 6:22:04 PM
Before they go, K'Nara makes it a point to introduce Mop to his two new best friends: Caeryn and Kronan, the Minotaur aide to the Emerald Dragons.
"These two will your contacts with us, Mop." she tells him with a smile that is mostly teeth. "They'll be watching over you and making sure that you do whatever is best for all the citizens of the Kingdom...and make no mistake, Mop--we mean the elven-blooded, too."
K'Nara would offer to make sure there's at least one cart available for those who don't want to ride a horse themselves.
"Let's go see if we can't settle this thing with our southern neighbors, hmm..?" K'Nara says, smiling when she sees Gunther with Delilah.
(OOC: edited by Kent)
Brother Bertram Thursday February 28th, 2008 7:29:39 PM
The bright day and the smiling faces greeting them as they ride finally causes Bertram to shake off his apprehensive mood, at least to some extent. He nudges his fat pony over close to Olana. "Do you still need to inspect my pipe's contents Lass?", He queries with a smile.
Ingrge Thursday February 28th, 2008 9:36:48 PM
Watching the emotaional roller coaster run across Mop's visage was almost worth the pain of actually having to have him help out, and Ingrge keeps the serious demeanor throughout their interlude.
"Mop, we will release a certain amount of monies to you for use and it will be monitored and you will need to keep a good accounting of it and yourself upon our return and guess what we are even actually going to pay you to do this job. It will be a fair rate and their will be bonuses in there if we deem that you have done and are doing what you are supposed to be."
As he turns to go and just as he is about to step out of the room, he turns back.
"Oh one more thing Mop. Do you have any idea what happened to the Serpent Star that you, Parnoth and the Hands Of Love took from us? I think it needs to be returned to our safe keeping."
After waiting for a response, Ingrge steps out with K'nara and deals with the artifact they are currently in possesion of.
Falin Thursday February 28th, 2008 9:58:01 PM
OOC: I am shopping in the Cat right now. Just waiting for my number to come up :)
Falin turns to Lian, "What do you mean 'Action'?" Falin enjoys the morning ride and the conversation.
"You notice how much nicer and greener everything seems with a free Culverwood?"
From time to time he will ride off into the forest on the sides about a quarter mile in to just get a look around and then head back to the group.
Gunther Friday February 29th, 2008 12:22:50 AM
The warrior spends his travel time secluded from the others. It's not just that he doesn't trust Delilah around the horses... He needs time to think...plan. If the orcs were going to be taken seriously as a nation, this negotiation would have to turn out well. Maybe Borden's not the orc I thought he was. If he can't get the outliers under control, then someone else might have to step in. Gunther lets out little puffs of air, trying to organize his thoughts. It'll be ok...even if I have to split a few thousand skulls...my people will finally be free.
Lian Friday February 29th, 2008 1:36:28 PM
"It's probably greener because it ate Parnoth." Grins the monk.
Athalorn Friday February 29th, 2008 3:25:48 PM
...circles in mid air, the thrill of the flight never diminishing. He spots Gunther riding some distance apart, hoping his old friend is not too despondent.
Olana Saturday March 1st, 2008 3:12:23 PM
Olana looks at Bert, then starts laughing. it's the first smile of the day after having to part with her dear Milo for the foreseeable future.
DM Jan Saturday March 1st, 2008 3:12:38 PM
A few loose ends:
Mop does his level best to claw back some of his dignity and stands as tall as he is able next to Caeryn and Kronan, giving the occasional nervous glance at the huge minotaur, who is doing his best not to smile.
On leaving the compound, the Dragons get the impression this wasn't worse decision they made. Time will tell of course, and it's up to Mop now to prove his worth. As for the Serpent Star - "It was destroyed," he says, adding "Honestly! It was. By Parnoth himself," as Kronan assumes an angry bull expression.
Milo bids his farewells to the group and sets off in the opposite direction toward Osto.*
And so!
The party continues south. The trees thin out, and the land becomes meadow, farmland and rolling hills. off to the east, the river continues its journey south.
Closer to Fort Hospitality on the southern border, the sensitive ears of the horses and ponies start to twitch. A view of the fort is currently hidden by a short rise in the road ahead.
Up in the air, Athalorn gets a clear view of the fort, and lots of tiny little dots running around to the south of it.
*This might have got missed in all the excitement -
At some point, Milo has a quiet word with K'Nara. "How about if I go and do a bit of scouting in the opposite direction? Until the council of elders is re-established, we're probably a bit vulnerable, and it might be an idea to see what's brewing in Osto." he grins and shrugs. "It's a city of rogues. I'll fit right in." This is Chris's out, until he has time to return.
Brother Bertram Saturday March 1st, 2008 3:52:11 PM
Bertram take joy in Olana's smile, But he senses her pain as well. He awkwardly reaches out his calloused hand and lays it over hers. "He will be fine Friend Olana, He is made of very stout stuff, and he has too much to live for."
Athalorn Sunday March 2nd, 2008 7:21:58 AM
The shifter screeches a command to Glannath behind him, then rushes forward to scout well ahead of the party. He swoops forward, as fast as possible, until he can see more of what is happening. When he has more information, he will begin returning to the party.
Lian Sunday March 2nd, 2008 2:20:53 PM
The monk tries his best to keep Bob from throwing him off.
(OOC: Updated Items on Lian's sheets)
Falin d20+21=37 d20+22=23 Sunday March 2nd, 2008 8:17:40 PM
Falin lets out a laugh at Lians comment. "We can only hope."
With the horses getting a little nervous Falin pats his on the side and begins to look around and listen for anything out of the ordinary.
Listen 37 Spot 23
Lian Monday March 3rd, 2008 4:39:58 PM
The elf continues along.
Athalorn d20+24=40 Monday March 3rd, 2008 5:00:03 PM
...looks carefully down to the figures below, his keen eyes seeing well in the sunlight.
Spot = 40
Gunther Monday March 3rd, 2008 10:51:18 PM
The warrior rides along, too caught up in his thoughts to notice the horses acting any more skittish than usual.
K'Nara Tuesday March 4th, 2008 12:37:13 AM
The redheaded leader of the Emerald Dragons rides along towards the fort, hoping that they'll soon get the most recent and detailed report about what's been happening.
Her attention is then drawn to her ride's ears, and she attempts to listen and hear what's going on.
Listen 16 (blah)
DM Jan Tuesday March 4th, 2008 2:00:45 AM
Up in the air, its easy for the Shifter to get a good lie of the land. And as the others come over the rise they get a similar, but lower view.
To the south, the trade road can be seen, running from east to west along the southern edge of Emerald and the corresponding northern edge of Izen. There is a gradual change as the land rolls south, shifting from green, arable meadow, until it becomes rocky and scattered with wild, tufted grasses below the Trade Road. To the south east is Waypoint - a community just the other side of the river at the southern border. And right alongside, just the other side of the bridge, is Fort Hospitality.
Distant shouts, the clash of steel and the occasional scream can be heard coming from the direction of the road, this side of the bridge. and there is movement there - folk on horseback milling around. there looks to be a caravan ground to a halt on the road, too.
Closer, Athalorn can see some kind of horseback melee going on. Orcs on large, powerful horses, pushing back what looks like fort guards.
Gunther Tuesday March 4th, 2008 9:01:27 AM
Catching the sounds of conflict, Gunther spurs his mount on full speed toward the melee, making sure that Delilah is keeping pace. Whatever is going on out there, he's going to be one of the first at the scene.
Lian (Owls Wis) Tuesday March 4th, 2008 9:58:06 AM
The monk hears the shouts ahead and looks toward Knara for orders. "Well?" He smiles. He can't think of anything else to say.
The hand of Domi casts Owl's Wisdom upon himself. (OOC: The plan is to remove his headband so that his Orc Bane tears will function.)
Athalorn Tuesday March 4th, 2008 1:35:35 PM
Swooping down towards the melee, yet not knowing whose side to take, Athalorn's emotions surge. A strange sensation rushes through his blood with the adrenalin of a possible fight, and he feels his form altering. His body grows, and seems to change, thinning and swelling; a sensation he has never felt before. His flight increases in speed and ease, his power growing. Instead of a small eagle, the shifter appears as a huge force of air; an elemental of significant size. Glannath flicks his wings and takes flight even higher in surprise at the druid's metamorphosis, while Athalorn races at great speed towards the melee, deigning to try and disperse the combatants but not to attack them.
Standard Action: Wildshape to Huge Air Elemental Move Action: 100' move towards the fight
Brother Bertram Tuesday March 4th, 2008 7:36:53 PM
Bertram curses and kicks his pony into a speed it is unaccustomed too. The dwarf goes bouncing towards the conflict, trying to remove his axe and stay mounted at the same time. From the looks of things it appeared doubtful he would be able to do either...
K'Nara Wednesday March 5th, 2008 1:37:52 AM
Swearing a blue streak and unsheathing Lucia, the chestnut-maned blade singer kicked her horse, Poki, into a gallop.
"Don't kill anybody unless you have to..!" K'Nara ordered.
Falin Wednesday March 5th, 2008 1:55:37 AM
Falin spurs his mount into action. The wind rushing across his face brings a smile to the Sharpshooter.
We are doing this to protect a free Culverwood he thinks to himself.
Lian Wednesday March 5th, 2008 9:35:02 AM
...pauses.
DM Jan Wednesday March 5th, 2008 11:26:52 AM
Down on the trade road, there's quite a melee going on between two dozen large, intimidating orcs on horseback, and about the same number of guards from the fort. The orcs appear to have the better horses and equipment.
Off to one side is a trade caravan, who's owner is shrieking along the lines of "Why doesn't someone do something!?"
It all comes to a grinding halt as the air coalesces into an air elemental above their heads and has all the horses spooked. Then they all turn to see the remaining Emeralds and the guards with them come charging down the hill.
One of the guards who'd been fighting points his shortsword accusingly at one of the orcs. "Ha!" he says triumphantly.
Everyone waits until the group arrive.
Olana Wednesday March 5th, 2008 11:29:35 AM
Olana clings to her mount grimly as they all go careening down the hill. No way she can fire a bow at this speed so she pulls her sword and yells "Yah!!" in an attempt to look threatening.
Falin Wednesday March 5th, 2008 11:58:15 AM
Falin draws his bow on the way down towards the battle. Having his horse slow up a bit towards the end so he can see everyone in front of him. He knocks an arrows and awaits the actions of the others.
Athalorn Wednesday March 5th, 2008 1:34:17 PM
The huge figure of the elemental hovers in mid air above the melee, his size hopefully enough to worry the combatants. He waits for Gunther and K'Nara to do the talking, and if he sees any try and flee he will move to intercept.
Ingrge Wednesday March 5th, 2008 5:39:16 PM
Riding up on Moonshadow, Ingrge has a fire in his eye and glances at Gunther as they approach what was obviously a group of orcs waylaying a trade caravan. Ingrge checks out the type of ground that is under the combatants. (rock, grass, etc.)
K'nara Wednesday March 5th, 2008 5:58:52 PM
As soon as she's within 30 feet of the two clashing groups, K'Nara reigns Poki to a stop and glowers at both sides.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE WOLD IS GOING ON HERE???" she bellows in Common at the top of her voice, scowling at the guards and then at the orcs.
Brother Bertram Wednesday March 5th, 2008 7:58:47 PM
Having gotten his pony under some control, Bertram sees that his companions are more than adequate to negotiate between everyone. He immediately moves towards any injured first and then looks to see who might need protection should this escalate even farther.
Gunther Wednesday March 5th, 2008 10:19:58 PM
Not slowing down, Gunther and his mount barrel into the middle of the combatants, with Delilah not far behind. Wheeling his horse in front of the orcs he bellows out in perfect orcish. "Ich bin Gunther des Stammes von Grell, Smaragddrache. Sie stoppen diesen Unsinn sofort oder, also helfen Sie mir, den ich jedes von Ihnen zu meinem Kitty einziehe! Welches ist eins von Ihnen morons verantwortlich und was ist die Bedeutung dieses Angriffs?"
Highlight to display spoiler: {"I am Gunther of the tribe of Grell, Emerald Dragon. You will stop this nonsense immediately or so help me I will feed each and every one of you to my kitty! Which one of you morons is in charge and what is the meaning of this attack?"}
Lian Thursday March 6th, 2008 8:34:58 AM
The hand of Domi waits and prepares to cast if things look too dicey.
DM Jan Thursday March 6th, 2008 2:30:28 PM
The Emerald Dragons arrive at the scene, and enter an atmosphere that's thick enough to cut with a knife. One of the guards at the scene points angrily toward the orcs as K'Nara asks what's going on. "Ma'am, they're harrassing caravans - on a public road!"
"The road is part of Izen!" yells back one of the orcs in gutteral common, "and they should pay a toll!"
"Extortion!" shouts another of the guards.
Gunther finds himself in amongst hostile and suspicious glares as the orcs size him up. They're on black, sturdy mounts with long legs and are carrying a reasonable amount of weapons and armour. One of them edges to the forefront and cocks his head, regarding the human curiously. "I am Benno, of clan Detmar. We patrol the roads as our clan leader demands." Another of the orcs edges toward Benno and says quietly in orcish, "They have spell casters." Benno snorts and bares his teeth for a moment. A defiant gesture, although no one appears to want to raise any weapons right now.
Bertram finds the caravan owner bearing down on him. "Oh, thank the Gods, a cleric, I think I'm about to have a heart attack, or worse, I feel dizzy, I feel faint, I'm sure I'm about to drop stone dead in fear." All this is accompanied by a dramatic waving of the hands and rolling of the eyes. He's a small, rotund fellow, and at first glance doesn't appear to be badly at all.
Edit: (forgot to add) ground is soil, grass and loose stone.
Brother Bertram Thursday March 6th, 2008 4:04:37 PM
Bertram quickly sizes up the man in front of him and curses silently to himself. Quickly stepping forward he motions for the man to bend down and as he does Bertram slaps him once across the face, hard. "Get hold of yourself, you fool, your fine, now take me to who is really injured."
Falin Thursday March 6th, 2008 5:16:44 PM Updates made to CS
Falin lets a smirk cross his face as Bertram deals with the caravan leader.
He turns back towards the action and keeps his eyes open for hostilities.
Athalorn Thursday March 6th, 2008 5:56:49 PM
The huge elemental hovers still, shifting slightly towards the Orc's and waiting for the word to attack. He feels more anger than usual, finding it unusually difficult to resist the urge to strike Benno down. But this was Gunther's realm, and therefore his decision.
K'Nara Thursday March 6th, 2008 6:33:59 PM
K'Nara's hazel eyes narrow and she harrumphs.
"I was given to understand that the trade road is under the domain of the Emerald Kingdom for the stretch of it that lies a league west of Fort Silence through to a league east of Fort Peace." she says evenly. "And your...patrol...is clearly in the middle of the Kingdom's section of the road. Was there some change in the treaty that the Emerald Kingdom has not yet been notified of..?"
Ingrge Thursday March 6th, 2008 10:07:48 PM
Moving away from the group a bit, Ingrge moves around to where he can cut the orcs escape route off if need be and then sits and waits, spell at the ready.
Lian (Owl's Wisdom) Friday March 7th, 2008 9:03:40 AM
The elf looks around and notices two things. One, Ingrge is slinking away. And two, Gunther seems to be upset. Both are not good signs of things to come. So, the monk moves mirroring Ingrge's moves and placement. Lian also prepares a spell.
Gunther Friday March 7th, 2008 1:03:50 PM
The warrior glares at the defiant orc in front of him. Typical...sad, but typical. The sooner he finds Borden the better.
His face hard as chiseled stone, Gunther looks Benno in the eye. Knowing the mental capacity of his audience, Guther keeps it short.
"Sie und Ihre Männer stoppen diesen Angriff sofort und kommen zu Ihrem Clanführer zurück. Dieses ist eine freie Straße, wie die Frau gesagt hat, und es gibt keine Abgaben, bis es eine Sitzung mit den Clanführern und Ihrem König Borden gegeben hat."
Highlight to display spoiler: {"You and your men will stop this attack immediately and return to your clan leader. This is a free road as the woman has said, and there will be no tolls until there has been a meeting with the clan leaders and your king Borden."}
Gunther snaps his fingers and Delilah lets out a deafening roar. ""Wenn jedermann traut, mich ungehorsam zu sein, sind sie tot, bevor sie ihre Waffe zeichnen können."
Highlight to display spoiler: {"If anyone dares to disobey me, they will be dead before they can draw their weapon." }
His hand and his sword, and the gigantic lion by his side, it is obvious that Gunther is prepared to back up his threats if needed.
Athalorn Friday March 7th, 2008 1:08:48 PM
The shifter moves right above Benno, hovering mere inches above the Orc leader... backing uo Gunther's threat
Saturday March 8th, 2008 12:10:07 AM
Olana reins in just behind K'nara then she can keep an eye on what's going on. Her sword is still out, and she has her game face on, although that almost dissolves into astonishment as Bert starts roughing up the caravanners.
DM Jan Saturday March 8th, 2008 12:54:03 AM
The caravan owner gasps and immediately shuts up has Bertram smacks him on the face. Over by the caravan itself, three young boys are peering out from the lead wagon, taking it all in. "I think - I think we're all okay," says the caravan owner in a small voice. Indeed, it looks as though the only ones injured are the guards and the orcs, all of whom are nursing small cuts - no gushers.
Athalorn hovers over the main melee area. Both he and Gunther's cat are making the horses nervous on all sides, resulting in a demonstration of snorts, small, sudden movements and flat ears. All riders are having to pay attention to their mounts.
"This so called treaty," Benno begins, then his eyes shift from K'nara toward Ingrge, Lian, Falin and Olana, and then glance up at the coalescing air right above his head. After a short pause, and after Gunther's remonstrations, the big orc appears to change his mind on something. "All right," he says, air whistling sharply past his tusks. It's a climb-down, but barely acknowledged. "Call off your hounds." His eyes shift toward those positioning themselves to take a shot before returning to K'Nara and the orc-speaking human. "We'll report back to Detmar, who - by the way, considers himself as much a king as Borden is." One of the other orcs in the party raises a sword "Hail Detmar!" he yells, before being thwacked by one of this fellows. "Maybe your knowledge of Izen isn't as good as you think it is," adds Benno.
"Hooligans!" yells one of the guards, feeling extra brave with all the newly arrived muscle in the immediate vicinity.
Brother Bertram Saturday March 8th, 2008 8:11:31 AM
Bertram moves over to the three young boys making sure they are alright. Seeing thier ages he prepares a spell in his mind, the syllables on his lips to keep them safe if things went wrong. He waits to see how his friends do with the 'negotiations'.
Lian Saturday March 8th, 2008 9:23:43 AM
Lian moves over to the stack of guards/people who are making comments and looks as if he'll swat the next one who says something stupid. "Your NOT helping. Shut up!"
Falin d20+43=53 d8+7=15 Saturday March 8th, 2008 2:49:48 PM
Falin listens to Gunter berrate the leader of this motley band.
Seems we may have to back Borden down the road if this is to be resolved any time soon Falin thinks to himself.
He keeps his bow down, but an arrow knocked looking for any sign of aggresion for either side.
If there is any sign of aggresion Falin is using Slice Shot to target the saddle strap of the offender. AC 53 DMG 15
K'Nara d20+3=20 Monday March 10th, 2008 3:24:57 AM
The redheaded blade singer scowls thoughtfully as the orcs take their leave for now. Then she reins Poki around to face the border guards.
"In case you don't know it," she announces, "We are the Emerald Dragons. We've brought up reinforcements for the forts...now that they are here, that means that the three forts that secure the southern border to the Emerald Kingdom will now be outnumbered by the natives of Izen by a mere 9.5 to one instead of the usual ten-to-one odds." She glares at the loudmouthed soldier who'd hurled the insult after the departing humanoids.
"I'm sure your fellow guardsmen would appreciate you not antagonizing the hoards that may take it into their heads to just go with their superior numbers and kill you all in your sleep...if you get my drift???" K'Nara's hazel eyes bore into the soldier's with iron resolve until he is intimidated into looking away (OOC: made a voluntary Intimidation check with a result of 20.) The leader of the Emerald Dragons looks over the company of guards.
"Who's in charge?" she asks brusquely. "We need an update on the situation and the names of whatever Izen groups or tribes that you know are operating here in the area. Hopefully we can find out what they're doing and why."
Ingrge Monday March 10th, 2008 6:36:40 PM
As the orcs seem to be leaving relatively peacefully, Ingrge lets them pass but keeps an eye on them all the same. After they depart Ingrge turns to Gunther.
"Hey Gunther, They don't seem overly impressed. I think I might get my turn soon after all."
Without waiting for a response Ingrge moves up behind K'nara.
Brother Bertram Monday March 10th, 2008 7:00:37 PM
Bertram relaxes seeing the orcs riding off, and reassures the children that all is well. He moves to the caravan driver and says quietly, "Get your men rounded up and get out of here as fast as possible. I dont like to think it could happen again, but it might." He then moves over and dresses the minor wounds of the guards as needed.
Gunther Monday March 10th, 2008 9:12:36 PM
Literally growling, the warrior watches the orcs as they leave. Izen was definitely more complex than he anticipated. He rubs his aching temples and snarls when Ingrge makes his comment. Uppity elves...always thinking they're better than everyone else...I'll show him...one day he'll eat those words! His face reddens as he begins to let out little puffs of air. Don't get mad...it just makes things worse. Think about how you're going to make this work. Think Gunther, think you stupid orc.
Olana d20+12=20 Monday March 10th, 2008 11:56:18 PM
Olana keeps her eyes toward the departing orcs while some of the others talk to the guards. She's watching to see what direction they take.
Knowledge Geography DC 20
DM Jan Tuesday March 11th, 2008 12:27:16 AM
The antagonist guards shrug at Lian, giving him a 'what?' expression. The one who bellowed out 'hooligan' however turns bright red after K'Nara's admonishment.
Capt Willan, who's ridden down with the group approaches. "My apologies for the men," he says. "Frustrations are running a bit high. Nevertheless I'll try and ensure we exercise a little more control from now on. "Capt Howell will be on duty at the fort. Together, we might be able to give you a better picture of what we know is happening south of the border. There'll be a place to freshen up, and bunks if you intend to stay the night. I can't guarantee what dinner will be like, though. Our cook is -" "Bloody terrible," finishes one of his men. Some of the guards laugh and roll their eyes. Willan lowers his voice. "I daresay the Fort would be appreciative of an update to the Parnoth situation, too, if you've no objection? Please, allow us to escort you in." The man points along the road that leads east over a wide wooden bridge. The fort can clearly be seen at the other side of it, and by the looks of the smoke rising, there's a fair sized community beyond, that would be Waypoint.
The caravan owner is still in a bit of a tizzy. "Can we get an escort into Waypoint?" he asks, wringing his hands dramatically. The three young boys are mezmerised by Bertram, Ingrge, Olana, Lian and Falin, their wide eyes staring, as though elves and dwarves are a rare sight to them. "What's that cloud?" one of them asks, pointing toward Athalorn.
The orcs head off in single file at a fair clip along a wide path that follows the river to the south. One or two of them gave Gunther a look as they prepared to leave. Who's side are you on?
Up in the air, Glannath is able to see smoke rising to the south, along the side of the river, which suggests a camp, at the very least, somewhere down there.
Lian Tuesday March 11th, 2008 1:38:43 AM
The monk stares back at the youth with no expression, not at all impressed by their 'manners'.
Lian pulls Knara to one side briefly. "I doubt he's entirely ignorant of the Parnoth thing." The elf looks skeptical. "Perhaps just elude to his absence and nothing else?"
Athalorn d20+25=35 Tuesday March 11th, 2008 2:35:46 AM
The shifter's airy elemental voice bellows to the party as they take their leave and head towards the fort. "I will meet you at the fort later. Let me scout the surrounding lands; something has alerted Glannath."
With that, he heads upwards with incredible maneuverability. Glannath starts flying south, high up, towards the flames, and the huge air elemental follows at a fast pace, looking to investigate the smoke and anything else that catches his attention.
Spot = 35
Falin Tuesday March 11th, 2008 5:42:14 AM
Falin reshoulders his bow as everyone seems to go in their separate directions. Falin looks towards teh fort and beyond.
"You know it doesn't look that far. I don't mind accompanying the caravan all the way to Waypoint. It should be a relatively quick trip."
K'Nara Tuesday March 11th, 2008 1:40:29 PM
In a voice pitched low enough so that they are less likely to be overheard, K'Nara speaks to Lian:
"Seeing as how Willan and his crew walked into the middle of a huge crowd of citizens graphically celebrating the death of Parnoth, I have a sneaking suspicion that the guards will know that the Big Green Meanie is gone. However, we can, at least, tone down on any embellishments to the event." The leader of the Emerald Dragons then nods to Falin.
"I agree--we ought to make sure the caravan arrives safely." The chestnut-maned blade singer turns to the others. "Olana, would you be kind enough to go along? I'm not anticipating any real trouble, but two Emeralds are better than one. Use your rings, of course, if there is anything you feel suspicious about." K'Nara's hazel eyes scan the sky and watch Athalorn and Glannath move south, bringing her own Ring of Communication up to her face.
"Don't forget to use your ring if you find anything that alarms you, Athalorn." she reminds the shapechanged druid. Then she tugs on Poki's reins.
"All right, then," K'Nara says brightly, "Let's go test the hospitality of...Fort Hospitality."
Brother Bertram Tuesday March 11th, 2008 6:37:11 PM
Bertram immediately accepts and ties off his pony to the wagon and climbs up on the seat next to one of the boys. Glad to be off the foul beast, Bertram lights his pipe and sits back relaxing for the moment. He leaves his axe sitting right beside him just in case.
Ingrge Tuesday March 11th, 2008 9:32:38 PM
Seeing that he has probably irritated poor Gunther enough, Ingrge rides up beside him.
"Hey Gunther, a while back you had asked me about magic for your feline friend. Are you still nterested or have you decided against that?"
Wednesday March 12th, 2008 1:15:24 AM
Olana nods at K'Nara and prepares to escort the caravan. It would give her chance to get the layout of the town and the surrounding area, as well as soothing the minds of the spooked caravanners.
DM Jan Wednesday March 12th, 2008 2:05:22 AM
So!
Athalorn drifts upward with the intent to follow Glannath, Olana, Falin and Bert prepare to escort the caravan, and K'Nara, Lian, Gunther (?) and Ingrge (?) go directly to the fort, in order to see what's what.
By the time it is dark and dinner is ready at the Fort -
Athalorn and Glannath have spied a fair sized encampment about 12 miles south, at the side of the river. It looks reasonably well organized, and is inhabited by orcs - maybe 150 to a 200 of them.
Olana, Bert and Falin escort the caravan into Waypoint (Bert's donkey braying all the way), that seems to cater utterly to travelers. It has inns and taverns, bathhouses and stables, a farrier's, carriage repair, horse feed (and human feed) stores. The caravan owner has a booking at The Happy Goat Inn, and thanks the group profusely for their help.
K'Nara and the others are shown to their billets and the bathhouse, and are informed dinner will be at night in the mess hall.
Dinner is held in a room with an arched ceiling and rafters. A number of feral cats appear to be perched up there, feet tucked in, tails dangling down, their faces expressing half an interest in what is going on below. The dining table is a long, rough-hewn affair, where no one gets special seating preferences. There's a decent ale, and tasty loaves of bread, but the accompanying stew is as tough as old boots.
Doing his level best to chew through dinner, the other captain - Howell - a man with a slight belly and a large bushy beard, asks - "So, its true then - about Parnoth?" he gestures to some of the men with his spoon. "Forgive our questions and ignorance, I mean we were informed and everything, but it just seems so - " he shrugs - "fantastic?" he laughs. "It's going to take some getting used to."
Athalorn Wednesday March 12th, 2008 2:30:16 AM
When he has finished scouting, the shifter and Glannath turn in the air and head back towards the fort, where they rejoin the Dragons for dinner. As he lands, he changes quickly into human form; his new Blue Dragon Armour resplendent in the torchlight.
Glannath flies up to the highest point of the fort, taking solace amongst battlements or tower.
In the dining hall, Athalorn notes carefully the cats amongst the rafters (ooc: What are they Jan?) before approaching Gunther and K'Nara. "A camp of almost 200 Orcs lies to the south. 12 miles. I do not know their intent. Otherwise, the land is clear."
Falin Wednesday March 12th, 2008 5:35:42 AM OOC: Are we going to be traveling back yet this night are are the escortees coming back in the morning?
Falin enjoys the uneventful trip. "Not often we have an encounter free trip. Actually kind of nice."
After they drop off the caravan Falin looks to the sky to determine the time. "Are we heading back now or waiting until morning?"
Lian Wednesday March 12th, 2008 11:56:40 AM
Lian turns to Knara. "We haven't heard back from Milo. Should I scout ahead? I can take a ring and teleport back here or the castle if things get dicey."
K'Nara Wednesday March 12th, 2008 12:49:09 PM
K'Nara makes use of the bathhouse and sits near Howell in order to be able to converse with him easier.
"Parnoth is not going to be returning any time soon," she confirms to the commander of the fort, "It was the Culverwood itself that claimed him...so I'm assuming he's as dead as one can get, barring resurrection magic." She washes down the food she's just eaten with a gulp of her drink.
"However, my colleagues and I are concerning ourselves with the security of Fort Hospitality now." K'Nara says firmly. "Willan got our attention with a very sketchy description of how things are here by the Trade Road. I need to hear from you what the situation is."
To Lian, the chestnut-maned blade singer says: "That may be something you can do after we get updated on what's happening here."
DM Jan Wednesday March 12th, 2008 3:28:35 PM
((OOC - there is time to get back to the fort in time for dinner, for those escorting the caravan.))
((OOC - cats are feral domestic shorthairs, in assorted colours.))
Brother Bertram Wednesday March 12th, 2008 6:18:33 PM
Having delivered the caravan, Bertram eyes the sign of the Inn. "I wonder how one names an Inn 'The Happy Goat'? I think I am best off not knowing." He grins then joins the others after stabling his loud uncomfortable mount.
Gunther Wednesday March 12th, 2008 11:21:51 PM
The warrior is startled by Ingrge's sudden change of topic. His slow processor struggles to catch up. "Umm...yeah. I tink dat vill still be a goot idea." He shakes his head in confusion. Elves...I don't think I'll ever understand them.
Back at the Fort, Gunther nods his acknowledgment of Athalorn's report. His discomfort in the human settlement is clear as he picks at the awful food in front of him. Who's side are you on? A good question indeed. Unlike the others, Gunther sticks to the wide open area in the center of the Fort, knowing that Delilah will likely not do well in the common areas. He strokes her coat lovingly as he worries about how he's going to go about bringing some semblance of civility to his brothers. Spiting out a chunk or rock hard meat, he smiles longingly at the collar around the dire lions neck that allows her to go without need of food or drink. "If only you knew how lucky you are.." he murmurs as he continues his ruminations.
Thursday March 13th, 2008 1:40:59 AM
Once the caravanners have been delivered, Olana wrinkles her nose. "I think we'd better get back to the fort," she says quietly to Falin. "This place looks like it might get a bit lively, later."
At dinner, she tries her best to pick out the meaty pieces in her stew. Maybe the cats in the rafters would eat them.
She's all ears whn it comes time for explanations.
DM Jan Thursday March 13th, 2008 2:03:07 AM
News goes back and forth across the table, while the cats look on from above with mild disinterest.
The guards who had stayed at the fort and not traveled with Willan appear to be astounded by the Culverwood aspect of Parnoth's demise. "Got a mind of its own, that forest has," one of the says, nodding sagely.
As for the orcs, Howell lights his pipe. "From what we can gather, there seems to be a power struggle going on between two factions, although sometimes it's hard to tell. It's not an easy language to understand at the best of times, and they're a suspicious lot. They'll tell you one thing, then do another. "This Detmar, though. He's pushing it, and I reckon when he finds out about Parnoth, he'll just get more bold. This trade road is lucrative to them. I hear they've been escorting travelers up from Dirt City and Aisildur and back. Now they want what's coming from the east, west and north west. "And to be honest, we're wondering if this Borden leader is a figment of someone's imagination. I mean we hear talk about him, but no one at the Fort has ever seen him. Cobble over there," he points ot one of his men sat near Ingrge, " heard one of the orcs say he'd disappeared, over by Mount Bone. So, who knows?" The man blows a large smoke ring into the air.
Outside, Gunther pulled a fair audience, although they keep their distance. Big cats were rare.
Falin Thursday March 13th, 2008 2:14:09 AM
Upon returning Falin gets off his horse and stretches. Turning towards Olana he says, "You know I am pushing 140. Not as young as I used to be. This riding in the saddle is going to be the death of me." A smile crosses his face.
At diner if that is what you would call it Falin is glad he does not have to eat the food. He leaves the meat in the bowl and eats the rest.
Listening to the conversation Falin glances up at the cats from time to time. Finding one of the other men from the fort sitting off to the side Falin asks, "Why do you have so many cats here?"
Athalorn Thursday March 13th, 2008 2:36:52 AM
The shifter looks at the food, then quickly walks back outside with Gunther, sitting to play with the big cat. During a moment of silence, he speaks to his old friend.
"Gunther I have lived too long in the forest. Tell me of Izen. And tell me what troubles you so. Do you wish to return home?"
Lian Thursday March 13th, 2008 12:39:32 PM
Call it paranoia, but Lian doesn't like the sudden appearance of the semi-curious cats.
"Athalorn, my friend, are those cats entirely on the up and up? or are they druid spies? I love felines, but those are just too weird."
Brother Bertram d20+6=13 Thursday March 13th, 2008 4:28:03 PM
Bertram sits eating dinner, listening to the talk. He pulls on his pipe, wondering what might have happened to Borden and tries to recall anything he might have heard about Mount Bone.
K'Nara Thursday March 13th, 2008 6:56:12 PM
K'Nara mulls over the information Howell tells her about the recent orc activity.
"It certainly does sound like this Detmar person is more than willing to fill a perceived power vacuum." she concedes. "However, Borden is a real leader...I've met him myself. This news you tell us of his disappearance near Mount Bone--that may have to do with his part of the battle he and his troops helped to fight. He returned from that, though--or, at least, he was supposed to have." The chestnut-maned blade singer frowns, for she had personally been called upon to pay a very steep price to return Borden to the land of the living--Gargul had demanded no less than her firstborn child--and she didn't like thinking that the intended sacrifice had failed to provide Izen with the stable government it so desperately needed.
"We just might have to go looking for Borden and see about getting his organization to unite with Detmar's tribe." K'Nara points out.
Gunther Thursday March 13th, 2008 10:41:05 PM
The warrior is greatly relieved by the arrival of Athalorn. He takes a deep breath and blows it out. "Izen...land of monsters...of uncivilized demi-humans. A wasteland only suitable to be the hunting ground of "adventurers" looking to make names for themselves. Izen...full of stupid orcs." Gunther looks out past the walls of the Fort. "Izen...the home of my family. And just when there's a glimmer of hope for some honor and civility for orcs..." Gunther waves his hand in the general direction of the orc encampment. "This happens. And that my friend, is what bothers me."
Olana Friday March 14th, 2008 11:00:35 AM
"Have you ever met this Detmar leader?" Olana asks Howell, wondering what they might be up against.
DM Jan Friday March 14th, 2008 11:28:15 AM
The talk continues around the table.
"Always had cats," one of the men grins at Falin and Lian. "Plenty o' rats to be had between the fort, Waypoint and the river. But ever since our old cook retired and we got the new one - they've taken to sittin' up there, see?" He points upward. "Oh, they're tryin' to look bored, but you wait till we vacate the table, an' they'll be down here like a pack o' wolves after the scraps." He then looks at Falin's plate, and the meat that's been left, and then chuckles to himself. His own bowl is empty. " Ha- harr. However bad it is, it's better than raw rat meat by all accounts."
Eyebrows are raised and heads are nodded as K'nara explains about meeting Borden, and the men seem impressed. "Not met either of them," Howell says, leaning back in his chair, partially enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
"I have!" asserts another of the men. "Well, not met exactly. I've seen Detmar at a distance, on horseback. He looks old, I'd say, and he's built like a barn door."
"Aye, that's what I've heard," continues Howell. "An old warhorse. A savage #*&^$, too. Sorry, ladies. Excuse my language."
Bert's recall of Mount Bone will no doubt conjur up some of the myths and legends that he's heard surrounding it. Geographically, it is the main focal point in north/central Izen. It exhudes evil and continues to do so; it has swallowed many an adventurer, and is still rumoured to contain a mysterious and evil cabal of necromancers who, by all accounts, had Parnoth captured at one point.
Outside, twilight is giving way to night, and fireflies can be seen bobbing about. Men walk to and fro, nodding at both Athalorn and Gunther during the watch change. To the south, Izen's sky is utterly black, shrouded by cloud and mystery.
Lian Friday March 14th, 2008 12:38:45 PM
"Its okay Howell, these ladies know words that would make YOU blush." Grins the elf.
Athalorn Friday March 14th, 2008 2:20:58 PM
The shifter nods back at the guards as dusk sets in. He considers Gunther's words, and nods in consent. "Aye, seems like this fellow Borden is who we need to find. Tell me more of him. And what is the sacrifice you and K'Nara made to bring him back? It must be a grave thing you promised."
Brother Bertram Friday March 14th, 2008 8:00:23 PM
Bertram stands and walks out, not willing to listen to K'nara and Gunther explain the terrible sacrifice that Bertram himself felt responsible for. He walks out into the nigt and finds a stump and makes himself comfortable. His pipe's glowing bowl is the only sign he is still breathing as he begins to pray. For his daily learning, but also for forgiveness.
K'Nara Friday March 14th, 2008 11:45:26 PM
K'Nara thinks about all that's she's heard, even as her lips quirk at the wit in Lian's one-liner.
"Detmar will need to be heard, then." she mused aloud. "Whether or not we may believe he is entitled to such consideration, he is obviously a leader of some skill and capable of being a thorn in the side of the Kingdom. Contacting him will be our job. The security of the Kingdom's section of the Trade Road will obviously be yours, commander."
When the meal winds down, K'Nara thanks the leader of the fort and rises to go to where the Emerald Dragons have been billeted. She departs the hall, murmuring into her Ring of Communication:
"We need to meet, compare notes and strategize. Everybody to the quarters the commander gave us."
Athalorn Saturday March 15th, 2008 3:23:15 AM
ooc: Mark - Athalorn and Gunther are already alone outside. Athalorn wouldn't bring up the topic in front of everyone.
Falin d20+26=42 d20+21=27 Saturday March 15th, 2008 11:23:57 PM
Falin excuses himself from the table and walks outside. He sees Athalorn and Gunther sitting and talking amongst themselves and looking a bit farther off he see Bertram meditating over a pipe. Falin looks to the skies and smiles, Nice night for a fly he thinks to himself. Whispering his command word Falins black cloak spreads out, turning into wings the color of night. He spring up allowing the wind to get caught under them and takes off to the South. Just going out to clear the mind and get used to the new wings he thinks to himself.
OOC: He is going up about 200 feet and is just going to go South about 1/2 hour and then turn around and then head back towards the fort for the night. He will keep his eyes open for anything out of the ordinary.
Spot 42 Listen 27
Brother Bertram Sunday March 16th, 2008 1:35:08 AM
(OOC oops sorry guys missed that)
Brother Bertram Sunday March 16th, 2008 10:52:23 PM
( I thought that Knara explained ALL about meeting Borden to the guards)
OOC from K'Nara's player: Um...no...K'Nara would not have gone into quite THAT much detail. She merely confirmed that Borden is a real orc and that he was actually a rather intelligent and honorable one. She would NOT speak out loud of the price she agreed to when Gargul allowed Borden to be brought back to life. It is entirely possible that Borden, himself, is unaware of the deal, as Gargul merely sent the Emeralds on their way and Borden on his way after telling the EDs that Borden was officially Resurrected--K'Nara has never seen or communicated even with Borden on this matter again.
Lian Monday March 17th, 2008 1:10:57 PM
Lian's glance shifts between Knara, Bert and Falin. What was going on?!
Olana Monday March 17th, 2008 1:42:14 PM
And while Lian is looking at K'Nara, Falin and bert, Olana is giving Lian a mock stony look for the 'words' comment.
DM Jan Monday March 17th, 2008 1:46:42 PM
As dinner ends and folk start to leave, the hungry cats descend and start chowing down on the left overs, until someone comes to clear the table and scatters them all.
Falin's just about getting the hang of his new cloak, climbing to height where he is able to see the campfires and lanterns of Waypoint, and to the south, the tiny specs that represent the same in the orc encampment.
Likewise, Bert is just settling into prayer, when - everyone gets the call from K'nara.
It is now getting late, and plans for the morrow need to be discussed and decided upon.
Athalorn Monday March 17th, 2008 6:34:12 PM
Listens to Gunther's reply while it is still quiet, enjoying the sense of dusk and the clear sky above. He will go to K'Nara and the others to discuss the mornings actions.
"So do we need to find this Borden? If so, perhaps I could speak with the Orcs to the south and find out what they know of him. I can be there quickly, and could disguise myself as one of them."
Ingrge d20+14=28 Monday March 17th, 2008 9:33:30 PM
When we settle down for the night, I can try and scry for him. As I know him and Bone Moutain fairly well it shouldn't be too big of a problem. But if I use the spell I propose to use, then I need a question that we want the answer to. Perhaps something along the lines of:
Where is Borden and what is keeping him from his men?
Vision Spell Spell DC 28
K'Nara Monday March 17th, 2008 11:40:39 PM
The tall blade singer nods agreement with Ingrge's suggestion.
"I was just gonna ask you if you could scry for Borden, Ingrge." K'Nara says with a grin. "You're already there--with a proper sort of question, too...you sure you don't wanna be King..?" The warrior ducks the glare that the elf sends her way and turns to the others.
"Besides finding Borden, we need to meet with and hear out this Detmar fellow." K'Nara says. "Unless something dire comes up, I think we ought to just go look for him. It should be simple enough to find him--if we travel the Trade Road a ways, one of the patrols he's ordered to keep tabs on the road ought to just come up and meet us. Then we can request an audience with Detmar." She looks around.
"Any other ideas or suggestions?" she asks. If there are none, K'Nara suggests that they all get some sleep after Ingrge has done his scrying.
Falin Tuesday March 18th, 2008 2:26:48 AM
Falin lands in the center of the fort, near his friends. Hearing the others discuss their options. Listening to K'Nara's suggestion, "I think that is one fo the better options. That way we are all together and I doubt any of the roving groups out there would think of attacking all of us."
Brother Bertram Tuesday March 18th, 2008 6:18:58 AM
Bertram finishes his prayers and then joins the others and and agrees with the others on a plan. He then heads to bed for the eve.
Olana Tuesday March 18th, 2008 1:27:33 PM
"Sounds like a good idea to me," says Olana. "Knowing where and what's happened to Borden would seem to be a vital key regarding what we do next."
The elf will visit the horses during the night and make sure all is well there, then get some rest.
DM Jan Tuesday March 18th, 2008 1:48:40 PM
Past midnight and the air becomes heavy, telling of an approaching storm. About an hour later distant flashes can be seen to the south west, followed a good few seconds later by low, growling thunder. A breeze kicks up and it starts to get cold, although it appears that the fort will escape the rain.
Not so, those who are the subject of Ingrge's vision spell, where three, broad-shouldered figures stand on a small rise and look on as the slope of Mount Bone rears up before them, its craggy hide illuminated briefly by jags of lightning. The accompanying peals of thunder are loud enough to drown out anything by way of conversation, other than barks of disgust as rain starts to pelt down and bounce hard off the ground.
While the other two throw up the hoods of their cloaks, the largest of the three seems immune to the weather, and his eyes remain steadfast and murderous, staring at the mountain. Finally, he bares his tusks and lets out a growl, then turns to the other two. A few campfires and wind-whipped tents can be seen close by. "Get some rest," he says, his voice very familiar. "Tomorrow, we go in."
The electrifying cold seems to seep through the spell, leaving Ingrge shivering at the end of it.
The distant storm appears to abate just before dawn.
Brother Bertram Tuesday March 18th, 2008 4:54:18 PM
Bertram sleeps well, wore out from riding. When he wakens he cant help but wonder what the day will hold.
Lian Tuesday March 18th, 2008 5:29:55 PM
The monk protects against the cold and follows the group, as curious as them to where they should be going.
Athalorn Tuesday March 18th, 2008 6:23:14 PM
The shifter revels in the tension in the air with the distant storm. Truly powerful. With the coming of morning, the shifter finds the others and speaks with them.
"Ingrge? Did your visions yield any useful paths for us to follow?"
Gunther Tuesday March 18th, 2008 10:59:19 PM
Sleeping out in the square, Gunther is very anxious to find out what Ingrge determined during his scrying. As soon as daybreak he is packed and ready to travel. He heads immediately over to Ingrge's room to get the report.
OOC: Sorry folks, went out of town for a tournament. Should be posting regularly now.
Falin Wednesday March 19th, 2008 6:04:48 AM
Falin spends his time in the early morning packing his belongings for another journey. He inventories his arrows and then meets with the others to find out what is up for the morning.
Ingrgre Wednesday March 19th, 2008 6:09:06 AM
once done and warmed back up, Ingrge shakes his head and debates whether at this late hour to make his report of to go to sleep and catch some needed rest. But that decision is taken from him as there is a knock on his door.
Opening it up and seeng Gunther there, Ingrge raises and eyebrow and then when Gunther asks about the scrying he reports what he saw. Waiting a moment more in case there is something else Gunther needed Ingrge says good night and closes the door to go to his reat.
Lian Wednesday March 19th, 2008 11:22:33 AM
Lian also waits to hear Ingrge's news.
Olana Wednesday March 19th, 2008 4:39:40 PM
In the early morning, Olana paces around the yard of the fort, anxious for news. At this point, with the prospect of many orcs in her future, she wonders if she would have been better off accompanying Milo to Osto. Her thoughts are making her a little cranky. Good job Ingrge is a wizard. Had he not needed the required rest, I'd have been kicking his door down right now.
DM Jan Wednesday March 19th, 2008 4:43:06 PM
Dawn breaks! CRUNCH
And soon after, the fort comes alive with the scent of baked bread and crowing chickens. It starts to get busy real quick as the watch changes and men pass one another joking and jibing. "Get rained on, then? Heard thunder in the night." "Nah, we've saved it all for you."
Time to make a move.
Brother Bertram Wednesday March 19th, 2008 6:46:35 PM
Bertram rises and washes up with the pitcher on the dresser. He quickly moves through his gear with much practiced ease. He moves to join the others and break his fast. He tries not to wince as he moves down the stairs, still sore from yesterdays ride. He promises himself that when this is over he will roast the foul beast and eat it for what it has done to him.
Ingrge Wednesday March 19th, 2008 9:03:40 PM
Up and rested, Ingrge heads down to break fast and discuss what is next for the Emeralds.
Gunther Thursday March 20th, 2008 12:23:39 AM
The warrior spends the whole night mulling over what Ingrge has said. Borden was alive, thank the gods! But what is this strange mission he is on that keeps him from his people? Befuddled, Gunther heads off to the morning meeting, ready to head out and meet this Detmah fellow, but more importantly to get to the heart of what's going on with Borden.
Athalorn Thursday March 20th, 2008 2:29:07 AM
Meeting with his friends, Athalorn enjoys the morning bustle and the smell of bread and the skies. "So where is Detmah, Ingrge?" When he is told the answer, Athalorn takes to the skies in the form of an eagle, screeching his call to Glannath as he does so.
Glannath soars up from the roof of a tower, stretching his wings lazily in the morning air, glad to see his companion.
Falin Thursday March 20th, 2008 5:13:48 AM
On his way over to the group Falin stops by the armory and sees if they have some arrows for trade.
Explaining to the Arms Master he has 30 +2 arrows that provide him very little advantage anymore and he is looking for more regular arrows to supplement his reserves. As many as they can spare.
As he approaches the group he walks up to Olana and hands her 16 arrows. "Olana I want to let you know I too know what it is like to be separated from those you love. Always wondering and hoping they are all well. Please believe me when I tell you that you have to place your faith in both their abilities and in the gods to watch over them." He pauses for a moment, "I also have these for you" He pulls 16 arrows from his quiver. "These have a magical bonus of +5. They don't do much for me anymore becasue of my specialization, but could be greatly advantageous to someone else to enhance their bow fighting skills."
Lian Thursday March 20th, 2008 7:53:50 AM
The hand of Domi prepares his limited spells earlier that evening and dons the Orc Bane tears, as well as his Dragon Bane (because you never can tell), removing his headband and stows it away. Lian removes his ring from his left hand and stows it as well, replacing it with the Dragon ring.
If there is time to gather fresh berries, he will.
DM Highlight to display spoiler: {His AC is reduced by 3 because his headband was removed.}
K'Nara Thursday March 20th, 2008 5:57:22 PM
K'Nara is up before sunrise, putting herself through her usual pre-dawn paces with her blade singer katas. Just as the pale fingers of light grasp at the hem of night's cloak over the Wold, the chestnut-maned leader of the Emerald Dragons finishes and, trotting by Gunther as he checks up on Delilah again, gives the man a hard, swift kiss in greeting before going indoors for a quick sponge bath. She joins the party at breakfast.
"We need to find Borden." K'Nara says without preamble, tucking into the food served for breakfast. "He's obviously at Mount Bone--I suspect he is contemplating entering Bone Tower, as it is in the area." (OOC: I don't know if it is the proper time of the month for anyone to be doing that, however.)
"Ingrge..." K'Nara says to the weapon mage, "...you saw where they were. You'll put the Teleport Ring on first and we'll all use it to get to where Borden is. Hopefully he'll be in the mood to talk to us when we get there."
Olana Friday March 21st, 2008 12:37:51 AM
"Hey," Olana whistles softly, looking at the arrows. "Thanks, Falin." They're placed carefully in her quiver.
As they gather for teleport, she asks Bert with a smile, "Why are you walking oddly?" Of course she has a darned good idea, having been a little saddle sore herself.
"We'd better not forget Athalorn," she adds, pointing to the sky.
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