Cirg Tuesday November 2nd, 1999 7:24:59 PM
Cirg listens to the various responses and tries to make some sense of them. "Seems a me likes none of ya knew d'others afore setting ashore here. Must be why Pip's was a having so much trouble figurin' ya out. Me pappy works for the boatbuilders in town. Got me apprenticed when I was 'bout nine. Ifen we alls make one bad mistake in our lives, I hope mine be behind me now. At ten I took ship to acome's a sailor. Only I gots me aboard a ship with a real tyrant of a capt'n. When theys found out me trade ashore they made me carpenter's mate. Ends up doing what I ran away from. Couple years of that went by til we got caughts up in a real whopper of a gale. Blew us way off course. And wracked the ship up on a island. We soon figur'd out ships dinna stop there very ofen. Not evens for waterin'. One of the passengers what made it was badly injured and had lost his servant. So he and me made a deal. I did for him and he taught me some of his tricks. Couple years back we gots rescued. I kinda set meself on not sailing agains if I coulds avoid it. Figure I'd be a pushing me luck. But in town times was tough and I was now too olds for apprenticin'. Then words got spread by some loudmouths 'bout what I'd alearned on the island. That made me unwanted most everywheres. 'Cept this manor lord from the Outer Lands was in town and had need fer a carpenter. So I went wid him. Since then been makin' me living as a traveling handyman. Making the rounds of da various manor holdin's. Got a chair needs a mending, roofing, some leatherwork done, even da occas'nal restoration, I'm yer man. Was comin' back inta town to see me family and pick up some supplies when da birdies jumped me. Usta be safe enough sleeping on da road til recent like. Guess da rest you know."
D.M. (Anthony) Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 1:23:59 AM
Gniffle looking about the room is constantly drawn back to the handle, it dosen't look like it leads somewhare it looks as though it is conected to something buriedd in the wall. As Sir Thomas finishes his prayer a moment of calm comes upon his soul and it is almost as he hears words " ...n't let it rin.."
D.M. (Anthony) Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 1:27:59 AM
The rest of the party sit down and begin a nice chat. Up sairs the sound of the rain gets louder as if a hammer were pounding upon a hollow shell. After Sir Thomas arises from his prayer, and upon the mention on the northen Gods a sudden sense of urgency overtakes the party as if there was something that must be done but no one knows what. It becomes maddning, no one can quite sit still. What is it?
Guardian Solomar Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 1:37:59 AM
I listen to Tom and Trace and Cirg with their stories. When Tom mentions that he's been put on the earth to make other's lives easier, I let a sly grin slip--remembering the day before in Heranmar when Tom left us in the middle of the night....
Trace Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 4:11:59 AM
I dont mean to be the pushy one of this group but I have a sudden urge to get goin and get what ever needs to be done ....well done. I dont knwo how much longer that roof will hold up and if rain comes in it might try and flood this area that we are sitting in. I might be dangerous to stay here much longer. Lets start makeing our way down and block doors so that it takes longer for this place to fill up incase that roof does collapse. Another thing to think about is if we do go down how do we get out if the roof collapses? Worrywort or not my goal in life is to avenge my familys death and it wont happen if I am dead. Trace rises and make his way over to the handel to see if he can see anything special. Does anyone want to see what this handel does? I do....(Trace reaches and grabs the handel and waits for the group to say yes or no before pulling).
Sir Thomas Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 5:26:59 AM
I smile at the sense of serenity that now surrounds me. I feel safe despite the feeling of impending doom as if both of my gods are watching my soul and keeping me safe. At the sound of the words from the wind I jump up and look around the room. "Did any of you hear that? NO!!" I arm my shield, draw my sword, take my pack in my left hand, and go stand next to Trace. "Pull it friend. I'm reading to get things rolling as well. Holly is probably in trouble and waiting for us. In any case, I'm right next to you the whole way."
Pip Goodfield Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 5:32:59 AM
Pip is shook out of his reverie watching the ball of light. "Well, what should we do?" Starting to get a weapon, he remembers something, stopping and exclaiming, "Dangit, I forgot to get my staff after. Oh, well, I can always get a new one..." He then gets his darts ready, and nods at Trace.
Cirg Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 7:07:59 AM
Cirg hears the talk going around. And while he too feels something needs doing, he is not at all comfortable with the current decision. Trace seems to be torn between caution and yielding to the urgency that is almost something one can taste. The unnatural weather outside would indicate the voice was sincere about letting the choices be few. More like none at all. Cirg wonders if Alec needs more time to recover a spell. If Alec can even remember one at all after what he went through so recently. Shaking his head with the feeling he is going to be making that second bad mistake of his life real soon now, Cirg slings the bandoleer to his backpack, sets the tool cart upon his back, then works his hands through his backpack so it is slung to his front. He tightens up both sets of straps. Bundled, he then makes his way forward carefully, awkwardly, and struggles back down into the pit he was not going to return to. With his string and wood component back in his left hand, he keeps his right free. He looks around, ready as he is ever goning to be. "Trace, I'd not be a worry'n much 'bout no topdeck. Or the hatch gettn' batten'd ahind us. We been done for with a destiny by some dam god. Mus be one ya brought along wid ya, cause rounds here we tries aleaving ours alones much as possib. Might's well weight anchor, mate. Less someone else has a nudder notion to be a offerin'. Some one? Any one?"
Alec d20-2=4 Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 6:35:59 PM
Alec shuts his book in frustration. He is too tired to concentrate on his craft right now. He puts his book back into his pack, and looks around him. Yes he too feels the sense of urgency that the rest of them do, but has little idea what to do about it. Feeling that he has been enough of a hero for one day, Alec lets the others deal with the handle in the wall. Alec does seem somewhat interested in the device on a string that Cirg holds, and takes a long look at it (successful spellcraft proficiency roll). "I don't see any other thing we can do dwn here Trace. We might as well see what it is that the bird men thought so precious. I just hope it's not trapped."
Gniffle d20=3 d20=1 Wednesday November 3rd, 1999 8:26:59 PM
The little gnome takes out his bundle of rope from his pack. making a slipnot on the end(dex 3) he attempts to swing the rope so that the loop lands on the handle(1).
D.M. (Anthony) Thursday November 4th, 1999 6:37:59 AM
Trace reaches out and grabs the handle, those watching him notice noting for a moment then they notice nothing more. Trace is not moving. The rain, has stoped. The air, is still. Not a sound permeates the basement. Things seem to be moving in slow motion. The earth near the handle begins to disapear, falling into the pit, the thing is diging itself out. The dirt continues to remove it self from the ... bell, it's a bell and it is sliping out from the wall, Traces limp arm allows the bell to begin to swing downward in a arc. (partys init., one action each)
Pip Goodfield d10=7 d20=4 d20=9 d20=2 d3=2 Thursday November 4th, 1999 7:43:59 AM
Pip, caught a bit off guard, will attack anything that seems hostile with his darts. (ie, intent on doing harm to him or anyone else in the party) (rolls based on whether or not they are attacked, miss, ac 8, miss, 2 HP damage if second hits)
Trace Thursday November 4th, 1999 8:01:59 AM
Trace screams " oh my lords what have I done ". Starting to giggle and laugh uncontrollably out of sheer nervousness he backs up quickly drawing his sword and raiseing his shield for any possible oncomeing attack. Still laughing Trace begins to talk fast "you would figure after the week we have had we would get a simple door to open but oh no now this ... and yet again I feel that some one will be introduced to my blade and have no trouble of getting the point of my introduction "while keeping his eyes trained on the bell and the surrounding wall Trace cant help to keep from giggleing in fact the more he tries to stop the more violent his laughing gets.
Cirg Thursday November 4th, 1999 1:12:59 PM
Cirg wishes he had time for a good curse as things go strange on them. But as he sees the handle start to vanish and something begin to work its way out he reacts. The component already in his hand he casts. His instruction is simple to the Unseen Servant. Lower the bell gently to the ground. Until he can examine it to see what it is made of, he has no intention of allowing it to become broken. There are some things he cannot restore.
Alec Thursday November 4th, 1999 4:37:59 PM
Alec sees the bell, and instinctively yells out to the group, "Don't let it ring!!!!"
Sir Thomas d20=15 Thursday November 4th, 1999 6:27:59 PM
Nervously anticipating what would come of pulling the handle I try to make out what the voice that came to me on the wind was trying to say. I think to myself, "...n't let it rin...; ...n't let it rin..; ...n't let it rin..." Upon seeing the bell, it hits me like the weight of a gods hand upon ones shoulder. I shuck everything from me, sword, shield, and pack, and move forward to grab the falling bell. I try to catch it with my hands first and then allow it into my body so that my armor doesn't make it ring. I sacrifice all, body, heart, and soul, to accomplish this task. As I move forward, Alec's conclusive encouragement pushes me forward with all the speed and care that I am capable of. (dex failed, needed 9)
Gniffle d20=17 Thursday November 4th, 1999 7:40:59 PM
The little gnome executes a flying leap(tumbling) as he dives for cover.
Guardian Solomar d20=18 Friday November 5th, 1999 12:47:59 AM
I cover my ears and try to leap out of the bell's path. But my feet are wet, and I slip, ending up still very much in the way of the bell.
D.M. (Anthony) Friday November 5th, 1999 4:14:59 AM
Trace begins to babble and cry, he seems to be tring to move, perhaps even imagining he is moving, he is not. The only motion his body makes is his arm, holding the handle of the bell tight in its grasp, allows the bell to swing down in an arc. Pip panics and throws darts into the earth, Cirg's spell comes off with out a hitch and the unseen servent grabs the bell and begins to try and shake it out of Trace's grasp, effectively removing the dirt from the inside. The clapper on the inside hangs free. Sir Thomas is distracted by the yell from Alec and slips while leaping to grab the bell knocking the bell and unseen servent apart. Guardian Solomar then slips and knocks the bell out the other way. The events would almost be comic except for the dread that now settles over the party as they watch the bell, connected to Traces arm, swing outward and then back in. With a subtle click the claper of the bell makes contact with the out side and a soft chime is heard. The chime grows as the sound spreads outward from this spot. Your souls can feel as the sound races across the face of the Wold spreading ever outward from this point. You feel the very mountians and lakes tremble, the deserts cry, and the seas go silent. If there were a name for that sound it would be "end". You feel your very being streched to it's limit as you are scattered over hundreds of thousands of miles, ables to feele adn see the Wold in fear. You see your homes, people you love are struck quiet, they weap for a moment in undefinded grief and pain, you are forced to share that pain, but can not touch those you love. Then with out warning you are suddenly snaped back over the thousands of miles to here. Back to bodys, back to the church, back to coherence. Your mind clears and you are once again able to react to your suroundings. You notice that the bell is gone, and that the sun is shining. Beams of light break in from out side penatrating the gloom of this basement. You are reminded that you haven't seen the sun like this, bright and strong, for days. Looking around at your friends you notice that they look well and strong, as if nothing untword happened this day, execpt for the back of each of your hands is now marked with a small black scar, shaped much like a pinwheel spiraling in on it's self.
Neko Friday November 5th, 1999 6:13:59 AM
He couldn't help but look at the others around him...knowing full well that they have all been through an awe-inspiring event. Neko goes to Solomar...rubbing the back of his hand. "Solomar...what was that?"
Pip Goodfield Friday November 5th, 1999 8:27:59 AM
Pip looks around, then sheepishly picks up his darts. "Well, any ideas on what's happened? I haven't felt anything like that since I accidentally fell 10 feet and hit my head real hard on the dock. Where were those places? Why is the sun out?" Pip looks around, seeing if there is anything out of the ordinary other than the sun being so bright and shining through the gaping hole up above. [OOC Assuming there is a hole.]
Cirg Friday November 5th, 1999 2:33:59 PM
Cirg looks around to see if the dancing light still keeps them company. He notes the others have been restored to full health and their damaged gear and clothing mended. He can feel the fatigue from two days of digging has been washed away and he feels fresh and alert. Which means he and Alec should be able to load up new spells without a night's rest. But what he experienced weighs heavily on him. As it does on the others. He looks to Trace first. "I'd not be a feeling any guilts over what just a happened mate. The Voice said we was foreseen. And cursed to be cause. But also we be the cure. For us to Bewares the Bell made no dif this time round. Lets be a hopin' we can Beware the 'udder things we was a warned of better. If they be in order as told us, the Shadow be next. And we got Sun outside to cast a good one. Almost likes the eye of a hurricane. But I sees nothin' here what gives us a clue as to where we sails to right now. Everythin' the Voice spokes about was a warning 'cept the parts 'bout Befriending the Forest and Observin' the clan's move south. Lessen someone else has a bedda idea, I says we should maybe get out of here and see if the woods has anything to a say to us. There be a special grove nears by we might starts at." Cirg looks down at the brand he now shares with the others. "I'd say we's a gonna be shipmates for some time. So. Just tell me nones of ya snore."
Alec Friday November 5th, 1999 5:57:59 PM
Remembering the soul biting grief he had just witnessed Alec cries out, "My family, my friends, what has become of them." Turning to his companions, "We have done a terrible thing. I just hope that we can somehow set it right." Turning to Cirg, "So you too are aquainted with the magical arts. That was a nice try with the Servant and the bell, people like us usually come in handy when not expected." Alec then opens his spell book and studies from it, finding himself able to concentrate with a clear mind.
Trace Sunday November 7th, 1999 6:55:59 AM
Trace puts his sword back in his sheath and kicks at the ground curseing while thinking. "If letting that bell ring was the wrong thing to do then why is it that all of our wounds seem to have healed ....the rain stoped....I mean the only disturbing result is this weird tatoo on my hand. How do we know that voice we heard was not a foe and was trying to save it's own neck?" Feeling frustrated Trace pulls his dagger and flings it in to the wooden steps leading back up top. Makeing his way over to retrive his dagger "Ah this land is so confuseing with broken warnings and crazy weather....trying to figure out what to do next is drvieing me mad. I am at this point with out a clear thought. As all of you seen my last suggestion was wrong so please does anyone have a clear thought on what should we do next? Pip or Crig do either of you know of what clan he was talking about? So many questions and no answers. I am as confused as a barbian at a nobel ball. Well enough of my wineing what do yall have to say on the situation.
Sir Thomas Sunday November 7th, 1999 8:15:59 PM
Having fallen to my hands and knees unsuccessfully trying to save the bell I sit back on my haunches powerless to stop the bell from falling to the floor, powerless to stop the horrifying images that flash before me. After they leave I sit and stare as if I had just been scewered by an enemy's sword. My chin begins to tremble as I try to stand to retrieve my things. I can't do it because my legs fail me and I find myself weeping on all fours. I continually mumble "It's all my fault...it is my fault that this has happened. I have disgraced my family. I have disgrace Sir Galdin. I have disgraced my gods. I have disgraced all that I am." I place my forehead against the cold dirt floor as my body is racked with the shear effort of crying. "I should not have been so clumsy. I should not have been so nieve. I should have caught the bell. I should have . . ." My voice trails off and after a while I compose myself. I wipe the tears from my eyes unknowingly spreading dirt all about my face and hands, which gives me a very dirty look. I gather my things, stand before the group, and announce "I have wronged you all to a degree that is inconceivable and unforgivable. I am sorry and I will right those wrongs if I can." I sheath my sword and go upstairs to the chapel hanging my head the whole way.
Guardian Solomar Sunday November 7th, 1999 8:41:59 PM
"Neko, that was a big bell." Since I can offer no other explanation, I gather up my clothes and squint upward. "Ah, big shiny yellow ball....good to see you again." The marks on my hands don't hurt, so I just shrug. "Maybe if we can find Holly, she can tell us what all this means. Or at the least, she can point us to someone who can tell us." The group still undecided, and Tom wallowing in his pity-party, I close my eyes, focus, and pray silently to Alemi--apologizing for my selfishness (my instinct was to get me out of the way, not get others out of the way) and to ask Alemi for a path to walk, for answers.
D.M. (Anthony) Monday November 8th, 1999 2:09:59 AM
The air is clear and fresh, the Wold seems OK, only the scars and the feeling of saddness seem to remain.
Cirg Monday November 8th, 1999 3:04:59 AM
Normally Cirg would be more careful about admitting to magic. But from the open way Alex studied, the acceptance of the others of it, and the events that just passed, Cirg feels comfortable being open about his skills for the first time that he can remember. Cirg merely nods agreement with Alec as the other mage, refreshed, begins to study his spells. It would seem Trace only took part of Cirg's observations to heart. And Sir Thomas none at all. Answering Trace's inquiry first. "Nay mate. I know little of these lands. But then I wents away at ten and was only here a few days afta me return afores going on to work for da outer manor lords. And ye be right we canna be sure about the Voice just yet. Figures time and the first peoples we meet will tells us if the course is laid out true fer us or no. Fer now we needs a star to steer by. Something ta guides us. I'd say we gotta be sure ta goes thru all the birdie's gear and da bodies to see ifen we cans find whats brought dem here. Fer was them what started all dis. And Trace should rechecks outside to sees ifen H-h-holly w-was bless'd likes we was. Maybe s-she's be fine now. And dare be old folkes' back in town who knows the tales an' legens' of these lands bedda then Pips or me. Nows no time ta be stanin' around withs yer thumb up yer stern." Putting action to his words, Cirg goes to examine whatever gear the birdmen had down in the basement. On the way out he will check the bodies or any gear upstairs if another has not taken care of that already. Once he is up on level ground Cirg removes another item from his bandoleer. Inside is a small bottle. Cirg twists the cap once around and a small drop of mercury is deposited in his hand. He casts, and creates a shimmering disc three feet above the ground. On this he puts his tool cart and backpack. The disc follows him as he moves. Once it looks like they have gotten all they can from the place Cirg will look around. "Ya readys ta go? I'd still be saying da grove is a good place to be startings from. Yer thoughts mates?"
? ? ? Monday November 8th, 1999 4:58:59 PM
Suddenly the party hears. . . KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Pip Goodfield Monday November 8th, 1999 5:35:59 PM
Pip turns his head, looking for a source for the sound. "Hello?" he calls, somewhat tenatively.
Alec Monday November 8th, 1999 6:08:59 PM
Alec closes his book and puts it away, just as he notices the scar on his hand. He thinks back through his studies, trying to remember if he has seen this mark before, as it appears to be some sort of symbol, or a branding. He rises just as the knock is heard from the door, and goes upstairs to investigate, perhaps it some news of what has occured since they have been in the chapel, or maybe their guide Holly.
Guardian Solomar Monday November 8th, 1999 8:16:59 PM
As I pray, almost on the thought for guidance, I hear the knock. I try to assume its coincidence, but I know better.... Before I open the door, I speak to (what I am assuming is) the person on the other side of the door. "Who's there?"
D.M. (Anthony) Monday November 8th, 1999 11:10:59 PM
Alec and any other mage recognizes the symbol as an ancient symbol for entropy, used only in the darkest of magicks.
Sir Thomas Tuesday November 9th, 1999 12:21:59 AM
Sir Thomas stands stoicly waiting for the others to come up from the basement and prepares to travel. His exhaution tells him to offer the option of sleeping the night in the church, but his pride won't allow him to say this. He helps search the chapel as his friends slowly file up from the basement. Upon hearing the knock he moves close enough to the door to be involved in what will occur whether it is good or bad, but makes no move tward violence.
Neko Tuesday November 9th, 1999 6:19:59 AM
Neko moves about slowly...somewhat to himself...thinking of all that has transpired. Somewhat frustrated that so much has been happening that he doesn't understand. Thinking of the people that he's traveling with...in the short time that he's known them they have all been through so much...and yet he can't help but wonder if they are a group...a team. He walks up the step slowly...tired by the events...wishing he knew if harm had come to Holly. He whispers a prayer to Jancassis...praying that if any harm has come to Holly that the group will have occasion to right those wrongs. Neko is consumed in his thoughts only to be brought back to his senses by a knocking at the door. He sees Solomar at the door...and takes a step closer himself...wondering if the "team" has the strength to face any danger right now...
Trace Tuesday November 9th, 1999 6:24:59 AM
As Trace is allmost allways expecting the worse draws his sword and makes his way over to the door to see who or what they have to deal with now. " I'm telling ya with our luck these days it will be a dragon".
? ? ? Tuesday November 9th, 1999 12:27:59 PM
Upon hearing noises and voices, he thinks to himself that these people are too rude to be elves, and announces in his obviously male voice: "I am the messenger and guide...when you're ready, round ears, I will be under the trees yonder."
Cirg Tuesday November 9th, 1999 4:48:59 PM
Cirg, his search of the birdmen and their gear completed, is ready to go anyway when the voice outside the door speaks. Cirg double checks to see if the dancing ball of light is still around. He looks to the others, noting their reactions. "Well mates. Looks like the gods provide after all. Guide hey? Certainly whats we be needin'. I'm one for hoistin' sails and being off then." With that Cirg, his gear floating along behind him, pops another component of string and wood from his bandoleer, palms it, puts a smile on his face, and opens the door to follow their guide into the woods.
Pip Goodfield Tuesday November 9th, 1999 5:43:59 PM
Pip looks around, and after Cirg opens the door, says, "I think he meant that he was over in the trees. Do you think..." He lowers his voice so that only those nearby can hear. "Do you think he might be an elf? I didn't hear anything move, but he's not at the door now..."
Sir Thomas Tuesday November 9th, 1999 7:37:59 PM
Sir Thomas' face lights up with surprise at seeing no form outside the door as it swings open. He follows Cirg outside and looks around for the owner of the voice. Not seeing him immediately, he walks around a bit searching for the person who is to be their "guide." He says nothing, but thinks to himself ::thinking:: I wonder who sent this "guide", who he is, and where he is guiding us to. This can't possibly be a coincidence. He had better not mean us any harm!
Alec Tuesday November 9th, 1999 8:56:59 PM
Alec says to Sir Thomas, Trace and the others, "I think that if he meant us harm he wouldn't have knocked, or waited for us under a tree as he is doing. If he is an elf, then maybe he knows of Holly. Elves are good with the forest too, maybe he can help us 'befriend the forest.' I say we at least give him a chance, after all, without Holly, we still don't have a guide in these foreign parts." Alec tightens his belt around his bloody, torn robe, and hoists his pack to his shoulders. If the others decide to go outside, Alec is right behind them.
D.M. (Anthony) Wednesday November 10th, 1999 12:44:59 AM
As Crig looks around on his way out side he notices no ball of light. The search of the birdmen turned up nothing useful. As the party steps out into the light they can feel the warmpth of the day seep into their bones. There is still a slight chill in the church. As they wander about out side looking for the owner of the voice they almost trip over him half hidden in the shade of a tree.
Guardian Solomar Wednesday November 10th, 1999 1:16:59 AM
I follow the rest of the group, collecting my items before I leave.
Neko Wednesday November 10th, 1999 1:21:59 AM
Neko smiles warmly as the sun beats down on his dark skin. The sunlight is a welcome change from what the group had been used to. Of course...the disappearance of Holly still weighed heavily on his mind. But, he had to focus...dwell on the things before him. He doesn't see the newcomer until the rest of the group is gathering around. "So much for focus" he mumbles to himself. He looks at the stranger..wondering where this person will guide them...
Cirg Wednesday November 10th, 1999 3:16:59 AM
Cirg steps back as they discover the location of the elf. Pretty certain there was no danger they would actually have collided with the agile messenger. Knuckling to his forehead with a naval styled salute, Cirg grins a greeting at the elven guide. "Handy trick to be having there mate. I thinks I speaks fer all when I says yer showing up comes at a most benna'fical mo. If ya bes what ya claims, ah course. Hows be we leaves the hellos until afta ya tells us somethin' of what brought ya to us. Its been a wild day fer us all. Some enlighten' might be the best start." While awaiting a response Cirg pays attention to the elf's hands, looking to see if he bears the same brand as the rest of them.
Trace Wednesday November 10th, 1999 6:03:59 AM
Trace can only shake his head and return his sword back to its proper place. "I say lets talk while we are makeing our way to wereever it is that you are guideing us."
Sir Thomas Wednesday November 10th, 1999 6:32:59 AM
Having no desire to talk, Sir Thomas stands where he can see the newcomer. Sir Thomas thinks to himself ::thinking:: 'He seems pretty nonshalant if he means us harm. No, he means us no harm. But I'll be safe today rather than more sorry.' Sir Thomas looks at the stranger's heart since his eyes are not visible in the shadow of this tree. He then squints as if trying to focus and concentrates while bringing the figure's soul into focus. (Detect Evil on the stranger) Everything around Sir Thomas blurs and disappears into a hazy blend of indistinguishable colors and he becomes oblivious to all that is happening around him. . .
Sly Foxx Wednesday November 10th, 1999 1:49:59 PM
He rises from his place under the tree. Now the party can see that he is tall, about 5ft. 2in. that would make him an 1/2 elf, and a young one at that; he is about 29 or 30 years of age. His hair is strawberry blond with a green cap and pheasant feather. His eyes are ice blue, and his skin is rustic tan. He is wearing a tunic, pantaloons, a belt with a dagger on the right side and a long sword in scabbard on the left side and a small belt pouch. he also has soft boots. He has a small leather bound book (which he was reading)in his left hand. after a quick look at your party he says "Greetings to you all, My name is Sly Foxx and I come from the Montanverd range in the Krag Us Monde Mountains. We had a problem in our village, so I set off to see the old ones, the ladies told me to be here at this time and to take whoever I found coming out of the church to them right away and not to stop for any thing. So if every one is ready we will set off."
Guardian Solomar Wednesday November 10th, 1999 10:00:59 PM
Eyeing the stranger, I nod. "Seems we're fulfilling somebody's prophecy here. One thing before we go, have you heard of an elf named Holly? Apparently she spends a lot of her time roaming these parts." I wait for his answer, ready to detect lies, just in case.
Alec Wednesday November 10th, 1999 11:17:59 PM
Alec strolls out the door into the sunny day outside. After hearing Sly Foxx tell his story, something tells him to be wary, perhaps the old ones are angery at what they have just done in the church, they had to know something about this or they wouldn't have sent a messenger. For good or bad, it does seem the most likely way to get some local information. Alec will follow along silently with the group, keeping a watchful eye on Sly Foxx.
Neko Thursday November 11th, 1999 12:58:59 AM
Neko falls into the group...waiting to head off. Of course he has his own questions for Foxx, but he holds his tongue. Foxx's words tingle in Neko's mind...once again...the group is being taken into uncertainty...
Pip Goodfield Thursday November 11th, 1999 5:51:59 AM
Pip, ignoring any questions the others might have, blurts out "Do you know what happened to Holly?"
Trace Thursday November 11th, 1999 6:11:59 AM
Trace begins walking in the same direction that sly fox is and whistles for Luke to follow. "Who are these ladies that you are takeing us to see and what do they want with us?"
Sir Thomas Thursday November 11th, 1999 6:21:59 AM
Sir Thomas slowly returns to total consciousness about his surroundings to find the group starting to walk off. The stranger's soul was very hazy and he got no useful information from his search. Being determined about finding out the stranger's general intent toward the group he continues to try to decifer what he saw. ::thinking:: 'I bet I needed to see his eyes. I hope Alemi carries my soul, and the souls of the others as well. Alemi, I know I have failed you, but I will make things right. On this I give you my WORD!' Upon finishing his short prayer, he joins the group in walking whereever they are going. He stays near the back of the group and leans in close to one of his companions to whisper "What just happened a second ago, I missed what occured? Where are we going?"
D.M. (Anthony) d20=18 Thursday November 11th, 1999 6:52:59 AM
(oops no roll) Sir Thomas feels no evil, Sly Foxx motions back toward town, the sun shines, the wind blows, the wold lives, for now.
Sly Foxx Thursday November 11th, 1999 1:55:59 PM
He bend down and grabs his back pack, open it and packs away his book. Stratins up, fling back pack on his back,then puts his long bow away on his back and puts the quiver of arrows on his right side (in back of his dagger). Then turns to the Palatin and says"I don't know of any Holly in my village." then turns to the Elf and says"The Wise Ones, Brother Elf will reveal as to why they want to see all of you when we get there." Turning form the elf and look down the meadow and whistle. Along trots up a mule, Sly tells the mule"You are free to follow or go". Turn to the party and gestures to follow him and starts to walk down the path. The mule looks towards the party and snorts, then follows Sly.
Cirg Thursday November 11th, 1999 3:07:59 PM
Cirg still keeps an eye out to see if this Sly Foxx bears the same mark as the rest of them. As they start in the direction of town Cirg takes a head count. Noting as well the various animals that are traveling with them. "Sly Foxx. Sounds like a translatin' from yer elven tongue. Is that so? Anyways. I be Cirg u'Duom. And I be from those walls we be headed fer. Justs to let ya knows ahead a time, most folks there ain't too keen on strangers. I suspects some of the 'udders has already learned this. Ya mights want to hides those ears of yern as we passes thru. So. How long a journey to yer village we a looking at here? Me, I was coming inta town fer supplies, so I'm a mite short on grub. I thinks I'll also keeps a journal of our travels. In case we slips up and someone else needs a clue or two on what happened today. So I needs to get somethin' ta write in afore we sets course. Would likes to say hello to me family too if we gots a mo. Oh. I founds out these 'udder blokes yer no hooked up wid ain't really traveled much together themselves. So. Any of ye any good with a skillet? I likes me eggs done once over meself. And me meat a shade or two on da rare side. And nothin' too strong on the spicin', if ya please."
Cirg Thursday November 11th, 1999 3:08:59 PM
As they approach the town Cirg ends his disc spell. He slips the wheels back onto his cart and pulls out the pull pole, which also serves to lock the axles into place. Slipping his pack on, he takes position beside Alec. Grinning. "Well mate. One of these days you'll gets a chance ta load ups a spell or two. I needs to replace the ones I've used today too. Maybe I'll wants to change from me usual style. Most of me magic is fer helpin' in me laborin'. Nothin' like the servant ta fetch fer ya. Generally keeps a coupla of them on hand. Or the disc ta carry around materials. I'm healthy enough, but not that strong. Got me a lights spell I usually keeps loaded up. Reverse of an Enlarge spell comes in handy when I wants a tight fitted joint. Cantrips helps me give some of me wood workings that fine polished look ya just canno get by hand. Grease spell has its uses too. And dares this spider climbin' spell comes in good when ya needs to works up high and the ladders don't look any too sturdy. Also good fer getting to places where some of yer harder ta find plants grow. 'Udder then that, just the usual magic spells fer detecting and reading, ya knows."
Sly Foxx Thursday November 11th, 1999 7:34:59 PM
With out breaking pace he says,"Master u'Duom, I kill it, Idon't cook it. And the Wise Ones said 'Bring the party right away'. That means No Stopping.
Sir Thomas Thursday November 11th, 1999 7:36:59 PM
'Ahhhhhhhh' Sir Thomas thinks to himself as he finally understands what he saw in the stranger's soul. 'This is a good sign, thank you Alemi.' He feels a slight relief at not having to worry about the stranger and his motives. 'How do I tell the others he means us no intentional harm. That he fights with our cause without offending their almost mute new friend. What about Holly? She must certainly be in more trouble than she can handle alone. She proved to be good friend and we need to make a better effort to find her.' Sir Thomas' thinking overwhelms his presence and he walks being very distracted as to how to act on all that he is feeling. He says nothing to anyone, and is still kind of annoyed by not knowing the stranger's name. 'I will have to introduce myself. That is the first step toward making right my wrongs.' Seeming to snap out his reverie Sir Thomas trots up to their guide. "Hello Sir. My name is Sir Thomas Hurley. I'm sorry, but I missed your name. . . . . It is good to meet you." The jovial tone is missing from this introduction that has been present in all of Sir Thomas' previous ones, but he tries to hide the change as best he can. After the greeting, Sir Thomas slows his pace to fall behind to be by himself with his thoughts once more.
Alec Thursday November 11th, 1999 7:37:00 PM
Alec responds to Cirg in turn, "You seem a bit more well versed than me in the magic department. My spells are in no specific category, just a few simple tricks, cantrips, voice throwing, and a spell that brings me a saddled mule when I call it, although they tell me that one day I will be able to call an elephant with it. I did learn a couple usefull spells for protection in my travels before I set out for adventure, and ended up here. I can create a protective sheild around myself for defense in battle, and shoot flames from my fingers if I have to. Other than that, as you say, just the ordinary detect and read spells. I chose to pursue some adventure before becoming accomplished in my craft with my mentor, back at my home in New Ellena. I hoped to learn some skills in foreign lands that might bring me prestige back home, when I return there. I was told that the experience learned in the adventurous life cannot be gained by staying at home and hanging around my beloved breweries in New Ellana. By the way, I am a brewer by trade, perhaps we could further discuss magic over one of your local brews at some point." Alec continues walking with the party.
Sly Foxx Thursday November 11th, 1999 7:58:59 PM
Still with out breaking pace, Sly said"Sir Hurley, my name is Sly Foxx and if you want to know about your friend Holly, why not ask the Wise Ones, like I did.
Guardian Solomar Friday November 12th, 1999 12:23:59 AM
As we follow Foxx, I listen to the wizards compare notes. I don't know how kindly I took to being referred to as 'round ears.' When I think no one's paying attnetion, I feel my ears....c'mon they're not THAT round. I look around for Gniffle. To Neko: "You seen Gniffle lately?"
D.M. (Anthony) Friday November 12th, 1999 1:19:59 AM
The party continues to walk into town, angry shouts can be heard from the town square.
Cirg Friday November 12th, 1999 2:08:59 AM
Cirg grins at the guide's return greeting. "Master? Not hardly. Even me pap's ain't a master. Just Cirg will do nicely. Sly is it? So. Ya don't cooks it hey. Well, guess we knows who gonna skins it. It be okay mate. I've got a way or two wid cookin' a good meal. Now. Just how far did ye say we was a travelin'. Cause this boy ain't seen a good meal in a coupla days. And the 'udders been making sounds like dare last meal weren't no feast either. So maybe's taking a mo or two to get a few items as we's pass thru town might go a ways to helping us keeps a better pace up later." Cirg responds to Alec in kind. "Well. Sounds like we gots a good set of spells ta picks from betweens us. Hey. Sly. N'udder reason for us stopping for a mo is so Alec here and me can prepare somethin' we mights need later." Cirg hears the sounds coming from the town square as they approach. "Then again, maybe we should try a n'udder tack. Sounds like stormy weather ahead. I'm not dat hungary."
Neko Friday November 12th, 1999 3:34:59 AM
Neko shakes his head to Solomar's question about Gniffle when shouting from the town square reaches his ears. "More angry townspeople?" He shakes his head. "Is everyone around here just bitter and snappy or what?"
Trace Friday November 12th, 1999 7:06:59 AM
Trace talks to Sly"Well brother elf I trust that you have only good intentions with us so lets make our way expeditiously and get some answeres as to what is going on." Trace turns to Crig "Well I am sure you are just trying to keep peace by haveing us cover our ears but I will not hide my race for the mere comfort of people that have not won respect from me. I dont frear that this will cause problems other than discomfort so they will have to live with the fact or deal with it. A bit harsh but I will have it no other way. I pull no punches on the way I feel I hope you would do the same for me." Trace removes his polearm from his pack to use as a walking stick while going through town. He thinks to himself that haveing this while walking is less conspicous than drawing his sword. This at least dosenot portray that I am on the defense but a small message that it is a weapon in my hand. Trying to break the negative thoughts Trace turns back to Crig "Oh Crig as far as food goes when I lived with my Uncle I was able to prepare a farely good meal from rabbit and squirl so when I get a chance to do a bit of hunting I will prepare that meal for us. A bit of celebration to our new found journey and friends."
Sly Foxx Friday November 12th, 1999 1:40:59 PM
Not liking the niose comming out of the square, Sly hurries the party down the street and into the Oak Leaf tavern. A cozy little place and the food smells good. Sly talking to the party"sit down anywhere and rest. Wewill have to wait here to be called, then we will go to see the Wise Ones. I know that your all hungry and I'll go and talk to the owner for food and drinks." then off he goes to find the owner somewhere in the back of the kitchen....
Sir Thomas Saturday November 13th, 1999 9:34:59 PM
Sir Thomas follows the group quietly in contemplation. His face brightens slightly with frustrated curiosity at the sounds coming from the town square, but he ducks into the tavern with the rest of the group. He removes his pack and sets it on the ground next to the chair he sits in. He pulls some rations and a water flask out from his pack and offers them to the group as an appetizer, "Feel free to eat this everybody." He takes a deep drink from the flask then passes it to anyone who would like a drink. "On a more urgent note, while Sly is not here, I feel I should share with you that he does not have any evil aura about him. Which makes me think he does not mean us any intentional nor immediate harm. I think you should all do with that what you want. Also, he seems to know what I was thinking. I was worried about Holly, and he addressed my worries just outside of town. I think we should trust him, but he is too vague with us to trust our lives with. What do you all think? Have any of you anything to contribute about our knew companion?" A more serious tone of voice can be easily detected in his voice from the previously more jovial character that was Sir Thomas.
Pip Goodfield Saturday November 13th, 1999 10:34:59 PM
Pip looks around. "Well, I think he's on the level. Not sure, but..." Pip breaks off as he looks around the inn. "Personally, I did not like the sounds I was hearing as we came into town, and I'm worried more about them than him," At this last part he points towards where Sly went.
Cirg Sunday November 14th, 1999 6:36:59 AM
Cirg shakes his head at Trace's statement. But grins as he responds. "No prob wid me mate. Dare yer ears. Gots ta remind ya, though. I got regular type ears and the towners ain't gonna be too pleased ta see me back either. Special'y nots in the company of the likes of some of you. But ifs we die, I am fer sure gonna say I tolds ya so." At Thomas' announcement Cirg looks over to Pip. Smiling at the irony of things. "Sure glad us old-timers don't have to pass no tests. Aren't ya Pip?" To Thomas. "I think ya was a mite self occupied mate. Da Guardian done asked straight out bouts H-h-holly. So'd Pip. Wid those ears, probably heard h-her come up while we was jawing inside afore he knocked. Not likely he reads minds I'm a thinkn'." As they have to wait for a moment Cirg looks around for someone who could run a quick errand for him. Cirg is looking for someone to pick up a ship's log at one of the local chandlers that he can use as a journal. And also to drop off a note for his family, since it looks like he won't get a chance to stop and see them. Then Cirg orders the best that the inn has to offer for good food quick to fill himself up on and share with his new companions. To early yet for him to be thinking ofthem as friends.
Alec Sunday November 14th, 1999 8:03:59 PM
"I still think that the 'Old Ones' are the most likely people to give us information about this place. If they are so wise, maybe they can tell us where we are, and how to get back to New Ellena. Unless they are friends with the birdmen, they have no reason to cause us harm. Lets just wait here for them to call on us, and strengthen up on the good food I smell coming from the kitchen." Alec rests comfortabley on a wooden chair in front of a table.
Guardian Solomar Sunday November 14th, 1999 9:34:59 PM
Neko's answer to my question about Gniffle is troubling. I'm afraid we've misplaced another one of our companions. As we wait our turn to see the old ladies, I look around to get a general feel for what the angry shouts are about. I have a feeling, though, that I already know why they're yelling, but....
D.M. Anthony Monday November 15th, 1999 1:05:59 AM
The shouts which seem to have started near the pier have begun to get louder in fact they are now coming from right outside, a familir voice seems to be leading the others. it sounds an awful lot like the dock worker from your first day. Then a second realization comes to you. There is no one else in the tavern. It is completly empty.
D.M. Anthony (Voices and Shouts) Monday November 15th, 1999 1:08:59 AM
"They were staing here last night I heard." "They made the season of sun end early and as if that was not bad enough the rain has stoped and the sun is shining, this is a very bad owmen." "They brought this upon us." " They killed my friends in the woods, they snuck up on us picking mushrooms and killed them for no reason." The voices continue to work them selfs up into a rage.
Sly Foxx Monday November 15th, 1999 2:09:59 AM
Sly is carring a big pot of stew and three loves bread from the kitchen. then puts the pot on the table. then he says to the party"the strangest thing. . . there's nobody in the kitchen . . .whats that noise outside . . ." Sly take his backpack down and on top of his pack he lays his quiver of arrows, then leans his long bow carefuly up against the wall. Then goes to the window and peeks carefuly. And mumbles to himself "the Old Ones would not do this."
Sir Thomas Monday November 15th, 1999 6:07:59 AM
Hearing the commotion coming toward the inn and hearing some of the phrases that are coming from what would seem to be a mob Sir Thomas knows that nothing good can possibly come from anything that is about to happen. He feels his heart sink even lower as there is nothing that he can do against a misguided mob that is good at heart. He wonders to himself ::thinking:: What would Sir Galdin do? His thoughts don't preoccupi him for long because his survival instincts take over. He stands and goes to a window by the door. On his way over he calls over his shoulder "That sounds like a mob to me. We need to barricade ourselves in here until we figure out what we are going to do next. We can't fight these town people, and they seem very intent on ripping us each limb from limb. What do you see Sly?" Sir Thomas then peers out the window facing the direction of the sounds to see if his fears are confirmed. If it is a mob he lets everyone know that it is and begins barricading the front door with the nearest table jamming it firmly in place against the door-jam.
Pip Goodfield Monday November 15th, 1999 7:16:59 AM
Pip Goodfield, having heard the voices, quickly starts to pull tables over to the door. "C'mon, help me!" He calls out to the others. "When they're like this there's no reasoning with them, you should know, Cirg."
Cirg Monday November 15th, 1999 7:31:59 AM
Cirg can also see the mob outside is being raised to an ill purpose. "I'll take it fer the mo you all did not do as you are bein' charged. Sly? Do we have ta meet the Old Ones here, or do we haves an option? Ya weren't too clear on that point." Shaking his head at the way the day seems to be going, Cirg raises and heads fer the doorway. "Mates, I'm gonna buy ya a little time ta get organized. Use it well, cause I ain't never done the likes of this before." Cirg walks boldly out the door, his component of string and wood back in his hand.
Cirg Monday November 15th, 1999 7:32:59 AM
Just before he goes out into open Cirg casts his spell. He stares down at the ringleader. Meanwhile every loose item in front of the building is tossed or rattled, one at a time. Something certain to get the mob's attention. Very coldly Cirg gazes out upon the crowd. "For those of you what forgot me face, I be Cirg u'Duom. We gots laws in this land. In this place we call home. Ya got charges ta be makin', take it to the magistrates. That's what ya pays them for. And jus' in case some of ya is inclined ta think 'bout doing otherwise, I suggests you ask those what know about me since me return 'bouts what I can do these days." For effect Cirg waves a hand in the direction of the rattling and tossing items. "Me magics is up to keeps them that might be quilty in and those what would takes the law inta their own hands out. Don't be so foolish as ta make me calls upon somethin' larger. Now gets to the law. Or gets home." Hands on hips, Cirg stares out at the crowd, trying to get some of the more timid to start moving off to get away from his stare. But ready to backpedal into the door at the first sign his bluff will be called.
Alec Monday November 15th, 1999 7:42:59 PM
Alec rolls his eyes at the ungrateful bastards outside. The sun is shining and they are complaining about 'us' bringing on a raining season, talk about a binch of ignorant rubes. Alec helps with the barricade, while waiting to see what becomes of Cirg's bluff.
Guardian Solomar Monday November 15th, 1999 10:38:59 PM
Screwed. That's all I can of as the events play out. The only thing I do to help is to pray. I kneel, holding tightly my ruby medallion. (Silently praying) "Alemi, God of Justice, protect my friends here from these strangers who would deal unjustly with us. If I can show kindness to these citizens, show me how."
Neko Tuesday November 16th, 1999 12:39:59 AM
Neko goes to the window and looks out. He shakes his head and sighs. "Oh...look...angry townspeople. This really is a surpise." The sarcasm is all to evident. He turns back to the group. "Of course I hope that mob outside doesn't decide to advance. But...if they do. Shouldn't we be trying to find another way out of here?"
D.M. (Anthony) Tuesday November 16th, 1999 7:04:59 AM
The Mob out side is not phased by the display of magic or the stern words, in fact it seems as if it makes them all the angrier. A rock comes sailing over the back of the crowd and breaks a window, then another, then another. One falls straight for Crigs head when a voice booms through the strreets "STOP" The power behind this voice makes your very bones vibrate. The rocks obey and freeze in mid air. The crowd, paralyzed, does not move or breathe. Then the rocks fall to the ground and the crowed parts, leaving only the dockworker who led the mob and Cirg standing there. Stepping slowly down the part in the crowd hobble three little old women. All three have been hidously scared. All three posess no ears, One has no right hand, a wodden fist in its place. Another has no right or left hand, a metal hand where the left should be and a burned stup for a right. The third has no hands at all, and has clearly lost her eyes in some horrable accident. Black pearls take their place. Crig recognizes them at first glance at The Ladys, the closest thing the downs have to protection, justice, and fairness. They are shrouded in mystery and fear. They are as close to Gods as the Downs get.
Trace Tuesday November 16th, 1999 7:21:59 AM
(This was my post yesterday that some how did not make it) Trace hears the mob outside and takes his food over to the bar. Setting down his food he takes off his pack with the quivers faceing him. While stringing his bow he talks " I can not belive we have to deal with that dock worker agian. I am not by anymeans a diplomat so I am going to get ready for defense. Any of those poor fools want to try and rush the door I will start to pick them off at the door." " Or if someone want to go outside I will go rooftop and cover you with my bow their if they get roudy."
Trace Tuesday November 16th, 1999 7:25:59 AM
(todays post) Trace watching Crig boldly stepoutside to try and discourage the angry mob moves quickly over to a nearby window. He opens the window and takes aim on the dockworker and is prepared to drop him if he tries to make any sudden moves. (useing one round to take aim)
Sly Foxx Tuesday November 16th, 1999 1:12:59 PM
Sly while looking out then window,shakes his head from side to side. Then start to look towards the party baracatind the door. Sly glances over at the back of the hand of Sir Thomas. Grabs his wrist and takes a GOOD look at the branded hand. Sly semi reconnies IT. Sly face goes ashen, and visible fear flashes in his eyes. Automaticly put his hand on his dagger, and mutters "Your Curses...(pauses) Oh Sir , we must have a long lon talk." Apon hear the women voices. Releases Sir Thoma's wrist,releases his grip on the dagger and turns saying to the others " Take down the baracade because the Wise Ones have arrived"....
Cirg (not Crig please. Pronounced Surge) Tuesday November 16th, 1999 2:56:59 PM
Cirg's first impulse is to drop to his knees as he recognizes who approaches. Not that he was not inclined to do so to avoid the stone that stopped in mid air. But he is concerned that the dockworker has remained where others made way. Besides, he was asked to see these Wise Ones. They have business with him and the others. Gathering himself, Cirg stands his ground, nods respectfully to the Wise Ones, and keeps a weather eye on the dockworker. He refrains an impulse to carry his bluff further by saying to the crowd that he told them not to make him summon stronger powers. No harm in planting the idea just in case he has to deal with them again. But then he has no idea if these Wise Ones have a sense of humor. But the image does help him get his self confidence back on course. A small grin crosses his face as he awaits the will of the Wise Ones.
Sir Thomas Tuesday November 16th, 1999 10:41:59 PM
Sir Thomas is startled when Sly snatches his hand from the table he is supporting. "What do you see in that marking? What does it mean?!?" When Sly drops his hand to go about his other business Sir Thomas' face contorts slightly in frustrated anger. "You should learn to be more up front with people and less mysterious." He throws out the advice fully expecting it to fall on uncaring ears. Sir Thomas accepts the fate of what is about to come just like he must accept what has already happened. He rolls the table away from the door and places it back onto its legs so that it has only moved across the room and is not the cause of an eye-sore to the room. He hurriedly gets his pack and stuffs the items he removed back inside. He then walks out the door to stand next to Cirg to stand proudly (despite the inconsistency of his recent feelings) before the Wise Ones. He stands rigidly at attention sword sheathed and holding his pack with his shield hand. He thinks to himself with a true sense of finality ::thiniking:: "If I am to be judged, I will be judged proudly. NOT as a coward."
Alec Tuesday November 16th, 1999 10:55:59 PM
Alec walks outside to meet the call of the Old Ones. He stands in front of the building with hands on his hips waiting patiently for the Old Ones to tell them why they have been summoned.
Neko Wednesday November 17th, 1999 12:53:59 AM
Neko watches as the women make their way to Cirg. He doesn't make any big moves towards the door, but keeps the approaching women in sight...
D.M. (Anthony) Wednesday November 17th, 1999 1:49:59 AM
The dock worker has not yet moved, in fact he has not yet taken another breath. He seems held in place, imobile. the old ones make there way to the front of the inn. Their lips do not move but voices are heard from them none the less. The most deformed of them speaks first.
D.M. Lady Sorrow Wednesday November 17th, 1999 1:51:59 AM
"I am Lady Sorrow my dear, sad children, no harm will come to you now. Come out of the inn and face fate as it may fall." The three then step back and wait for the others to imerge from the inn. The corwd has not dispersed but grown bigger. They seemed awded and curious, no longer hostile.
Trace Wednesday November 17th, 1999 4:24:59 AM
Feeling that the dock worker is no longer much of a threat Trace drops his aim and returns the arrows back to their place. Gathering his things he makes his way out front to stand with the others. Trace stands next to Sir Thomas and gives a sligt bow as a show of respect to the elderly women. Saying nothing he waits to hear what they have summoned them for.
Sly Foxx Wednesday November 17th, 1999 8:28:59 AM
Sly pick up his backpack, bow and arrows, And heads outside to stand with the orthers, Makes a bow to the wise ones, while thinking to himself'maybe I'll get my answer as to where my mother and sister are',
Cirg Wednesday November 17th, 1999 2:45:59 PM
Cirg notes the others coming out of the inn. Each with his gear. Concerned that the Wise Ones may use their powers to send them off somewhere and his cart and pack might be left behind, Cirg asks any still to come out if they would please bring his stuff out with them. Just in case no one catches his request, Cirg sends the Unseen Servant in to fetch the gear. He figures the well greased wheels on the cart and the smooth floor should allow the servant to manage it even though the weight is slightly higher then what it can drag normally. While he waits for the others to assemble Cirg looks out among the gathering crowd for any of his family. And any of those few friends he had at one time among the townfolk. The gossip about him should really be something to hear after today's events. Cirg finds comfort in the way the others who have come out already have elected to face the Trio. For whatever journey he has been doomed to, Cirg feels that he could have done worse for shipmates. His grin widens and he gazes back at the faces of the Wise Ones with renewed confidence.
Sir Thomas Wednesday November 17th, 1999 5:12:59 PM
Sir Thomas stands unwavering in his solemnity. He is unsure of what the Wise Ones want of them, but he is not afraid of what the three have to say to because he takes comfort in knowing that only two beings may judge him, Alemi and Domi. Two beings and no others. He offers a silent prayer to help him act wisely toward what the Wise Ones are about to impart upon him and his companions. ::silently praying:: 'Alemi, grant me the wisdom to hear what they say, and the strength to follow my heart and your teachings. Please help me to see the right path.'
Guardian Solomar Wednesday November 17th, 1999 11:05:59 PM
My prayers answered, I smile and thank Alemi for his quick care. I waster no time joining Thomas and the others outside. My face is calm, as I know Alemi is watching over us now.
Alec Wednesday November 17th, 1999 11:46:59 PM
Alec continues to wait for a response. He is fully aware of the momentous nature of the next few moments. This is likely to be a great event in his young life, the opportunity to be a hero, or something else...
Neko Thursday November 18th, 1999 2:36:59 AM
Neko shoulders his bag and steps outside slowly. Seeing the other's actions he bows his head slightly at the Wise Ones.
D.M. (Anthony) Thursday November 18th, 1999 3:24:59 AM
Upon finishing his prayer Sir Thomas's attention is drawn to the old womans metal hand, there etched in the metal is the holy symbol of Domi, an ancient version of it, but recognizeable to be sure. The oldest of the women, the one that name herself Lady Sorrow comes foreward. She inspects each member of the party, the pearls in her scockets sliding over each member, a feeling of barely contained power slides through each of you. The she turns to the crowd and begins to speak, again with out opening her mouth.
D.M. Lady Sorrow Thursday November 18th, 1999 3:32:59 AM
"I feel that they were misstreated when they came her from afar, they were tossed aside and greeted with fear, is that true?" Many embarsed mummers of asscent flow through the gathered crowd. "Ahhhh, what has this township been taught from the begging of the age of chaos, from the moment when the town returned from the other side? To greet stranges kindly and with open arms because the Travlers will come! They will leave death or life in their foot prints and the first to greet them will be responsible for all!!!" She then crosses to Guardian and raises his hand, tatto out, to the crowd. "Behold the destroyers have come, the saviors walk the land any you are children and father to all they will do. The begining of the fate of the Wold lies in the choices of this town. Hail the Saviors, Hail the Destroyers!" With that she and the other two old women fall to their knees, moments later the town follows by exsample, the entire town chanting, "Hail the Saviors, Hail the Destroyers."
Trace Thursday November 18th, 1999 8:21:59 AM
Trace can only stand there listening to what the ladies have to say and as if allmost watching the whole thing from outside his body because the moment passing by is much too strange to take in all at once. And yet he continues to stand and stand proudly for he and his new friends have been chosen for this task and for some reason he has an urgency to carry out this task and do right by it no matter what the outcome.
Sly Foxx Thursday November 18th, 1999 9:04:59 AM
Sly thought to himself 'Oh mother, if only I had paid more attention to your lessons on ancient magic and ancient history.' then Sly kneels and chants with the old women and the people "HAIL the SAVIORS, HAIL the DISTORYERS." He was proud that he was chosen to be their messenger and guide for these HEROs.
Cirg Thursday November 18th, 1999 2:57:59 PM
Cirg is initially overwhelmed by events as the significance of what he has fallen into exceeds anything he had considered possible. He uses the tricks learned working complex magics to bring himself back into focus. And to capture the details of the day's events for entry later into the journal he now knows must be kept. He thinks hard about the words spoken. Tales and phrases learned when he was young now make more sense. But he was ten when he left so he feels no guilt for not seeing the importance of things before now. Cirg knows that in magic there is a link between cause and effect much more significant and obscure then what happens in more normal pursuits. The smile returns to his face as he remembers an earlier statement by Alec about how magic users show their value at the most unexpected of times. And the instincts that led him into healing drive him now as well. Bracing himself, Cirg steps forward and moves to kneel before Lady Sorrow. He points toward the dockworker. Whose past actions that day Cirg is still ignorant of. "If whats we do now sets the course for the future then let us be making a good omen fer ourselves. Please, oh reverend one, use yer powers ta destroys the evils within that one and save the good that must still be somewhere in his soul. Let that put the markin' ov'r whats we Saves and whats we Destroys."
Alec Thursday November 18th, 1999 7:06:59 PM
Half awstruck by the reaction of the townspeople, and the Old Ones, Alec looks around slowly, while the significance tries to sink in. He tries and tries, but he can't understand why this could be true, surely there has been some mistake. He is merely a middle class, low level magic caster from New Ellenna, like thousands of others. On the other hand, why turn down this hero treatment. It surely is best to play along and see what is asked of them, after all this could be true after all. Alec speaks to the Oldest Old One, "What is it that we would do to Destroy, or Save?"
Sir Thomas Thursday November 18th, 1999 9:24:59 PM
Sir Thomas' first reaction to the actions of the townspeople is to straighten his back and stand proudly as one who is being honored. It only takes him a second to return to reality. He will have time in the future to be respected enough to spread Alemi and Domi's words. He takes a step in front of all except Cirg who kneels further out. Speaking loudly so as to be heard by all he addresses the trio. "You are too kind my ladies. We have done no such honorable thing to deserve your praise. We are merely travelers. Ask of us what you will, but do not kneel before us. We appreciate your, but you offer too much. Please . . . stand!" He stands waiting resepctfully for the crowd to stand and the ladies to speak again.
D.M. Lady Sorrow Saturday November 20th, 1999 7:40:59 PM
The old woman stands with her two sisters, while the rest of the town continues to kneel and chant. "Thank me eh?," She cackles softly, "Sisters they wish to thank us!" This time the cakle comes from all three. "I am sure that by the time you are through, you will hate us very much, come children lets go inside and allow these people to disperse." She begins to walk inside the inn, as she passes the dock worker he cloapses to the ground gasping and choking, he rolls over and glares at Lady Sorrow in anger, she stops, turns slowly, and her black "eyes" fall on him, no one hears what passes between them but everyone sees the white lock that forms in the middle of his black hair as his eyes go wide. Lady Sorrow then continues her way inside.
Cirg Saturday November 20th, 1999 11:23:59 PM
Cirg rises as the Wise Ones do. He takes the actions of Lady Sorrow in regard to the dock worker as a sign his request has been granted. As he strides toward the doorway Cirg changes his instructions for the servant and has it arrange ahead for three chairs to be placed for the Old Ones to sit and hold court from. Stopping before he enters, Cirg glances at the window broken by a thrown rock. Turning, he seeks out the owner of the inn among those dispersing. A wave of his hand produces a gold coin. No spell, just straight sleight of hand stuff. He tosses the coin in the owner's direction. "Fer damages and rent of yer place while the ladies visits. Suggests ya keeps yer distance 'til they be done wid us." As they enter Cirg moves his cart to a convenient place and takes up a fresh plate of what is available. No sense wasting the opportunity to get some food. He will let one of the others offer to serve the ladies. To keep the servant from being wasted he instructs it to clean up the broken glass as an additional favor to the owner. He will listen very carefully to what the Old Ones say. And try to remember it correctly for when he starts the journal.
Sly Foxx Sunday November 21st, 1999 12:51:59 AM
Sly rises from his knee, turns to Trace and says to him,'Come Brother Elf, let us see to the comfort of the Wise Ones. You get them chairs and I'llget the bowls. Then we will all listen and havr the rabbit stew." then Sly enters the tavern ahead of the aaawise Ones, and off he goes to his self-appointed task.
Alec Sunday November 21st, 1999 6:48:59 PM
Apparently rebuffed by the Wise One, Alec silenty follows the party indoors. The Wise Ones will tell their story when they are ready to. For now it is best to be patient, and show respect to what appear to be the ruling powers of this town. Alwc will wait at the table for the promised stew.
Sir Thomas Sunday November 21st, 1999 7:35:59 PM
Sir Thomas moves aside as the three pass. He bows his head slightly out of respect for their stature. He follows them inside and helps them to get seated after putting his pack down in a corner. He then goes to the kitchen helping to gather up bowls, spoons, stew, bread, and whatever else is pertinent for their meal. He serves up three bowls of stew and places them in front of the Wise Ones with a spoon, then sits and waits for everyone else to help themselves before indulging himself. He waits patiently for the Wise Ones to begin their "story" or whatever they are going to say.
Neko Monday November 22nd, 1999 2:06:59 AM
Maybe it was the way he was raised...maybe it was the teachings of Jancassis. But, Neko couldn't help but wonder if the dockworker was going to be okay. His gaze lingers for a moment longer before going back to the group. Despite his questions about the dockworker his stomach is more of a motivating factor. Seeing that the ladies have been served he gathers a bit of food for himself. He takes a seat and begins to eat.
Trace Monday November 22nd, 1999 5:34:59 AM
After helping the ladies be seated Trace retrives himself a chair. Spining it around backwards he sits and folds his arms across the back of the chair and rest his chin somewhat looking like a child waiting for a story he listens carefully to what the old women have to say. Luke by this time is tired and curls up on the floor next to Trace to get some well earned rest.
D.M. (Anthony) Monday November 22nd, 1999 6:29:59 AM
The three old crones walk inside the inn, and chuckel to the servent as he aranges the chairs for them. They thank the sevent kindly and wish him well. They then take a parade resting stance behind the chairs as they are served bowls of stew, they are polite and kind but also seem as if they know the joke is on you. It is strange to see the women, each more deformed than the other, each more frail looking than the other standing, staring at you as if the events of the day could not be more common. The one with the metal hand speaks.
D.M. Lady Justice Monday November 22nd, 1999 6:30:59 AM
"Sorrow, I do believe that it is time to call our sisters?"
D.M. Lady Sorrow Monday November 22nd, 1999 6:34:59 AM
"Dear me, Justice, how right you are." It is still disquiting that none of them move their mouths or lips when they talk. Sorrow closes her eyes and says "Watcher, Wisdom, to me please." A moment later a black hole in space opens up and two more crones enter through it. One, the youngest looking of the five has no ears, in their place are two flat, small red gems. the other has no gems, or ears, however nothing else seems to be wrong with her.
D.M. (Anthony) Monday November 22nd, 1999 6:35:59 AM
With the appearance of the other two all five ladys sit and look at you, they seem to be waiting for you to start.
Sly Foxx Monday November 22nd, 1999 5:15:59 PM
Sly takes the moment of silence and sits down in front or a little to the side of the five Ladies, with a sence of dispare, talks to them all, saying"Oh Wise Ones, who knows all and sees all. I have done what you requisted of me. Now would you answer my three question, What happen to our village ? What happen to my mother and my sister ?? and Where are my mother, my sister and the villagers HELD ???." Sly looks desperate and ten times his young years, he pleads." PLEASE give me the answers I seek..."
Alec Monday November 22nd, 1999 5:46:59 PM
Alec is still bewildered. What are these ladies trying to say to them? As the ladies have called him, Alec at least feels entited to a few questions. After the ladies respond to Sly Foxx, he will ask the ladies for the meaning of the brand that all in the party have recently had placed on their hands, holding forth his hand to the ladies as an example. "Do you know what the meaning of this making is?"
Cirg Monday November 22nd, 1999 7:47:59 PM
His mouth full, Cirg lets Sly and Alec address the Old Ones first. He is content for the moment to let the others ask their questions, while he works at remembering events for his journal. It does strike him as odd the Wise Ones would address the servant, which is nothing more then a magical construct. He ponders for a moment if this suggests it is more then that. But he is distracted from this line of thought as Sly pleads his case. There had been no real clue before now that their guide had such serious problems of his own to solve. Still, earlier events of the day go through Cirg's mind. He now too has a question to ask. Waiting for his moment he speaks. "A Voice spoke ta us earlier. Somethin' ya must have known would be happenin' cause ya had already sent Sly fer us. The Voice also called us its children. Were ye dat Voice? If so, did da priest have ta die? And in such a manner? And ifen ya was the Voice, would ya minds finishin' da warning we was a hearin'? And ifen ya was not da Voice, who was it?"
D.M. (Anthony) Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 12:28:59 AM
"Sly, your family's destiny lies with in the reach of those that wear the broken spiral on their hands, you seem to be caught up in that now dear." She gestures to Slys hand that now bears the same tatto as the others. "I am sorry dear, we had hoped that you would arive late enough to be uneffected by the ringing of the bell, I guess you arived too early. Alec the meaning is Entropy, the end of all. Legend said tht when the Shadow King rang the bell it would signal the end of the Wold, that he who rung it would be branded Destroyer and be capable of binging the Wold to ruin. The is also another prophocey that tells of people from a land of legend that will come and stop the bell, to be saviors instead of destroyers. They too would be marked, if they rang the bell. Crig, we know nothing of any voice, that is not unusual when an artifact of such power is involved."
Sir Thomas Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 12:40:59 AM
Having more than a mild interest of what the ladies are going to say, but also having a keen interest in filling his empty stomach, Sir Thomas eats his stew at a comfortable pace while keeping his eyes focused on the five ladies. He eats poitely with his back somewhat straight while still leaning over his bowl to catch the rising heat and without slurping. He intersperses bites of stew with bites of bread while leaving plenty of bread to clean the bowl of all of its contents as if it had just been cleaned by wiped out by a dishwasher. He listens to all of the questions and answers being thrown out intently, noticing how quickly their guide Sly's demeanor had faded, how truely curious Alec sounded, and how Cirg asked his question with almost no emotion about what had happened and why. His interest, like Cirg's, was in what was to come and why, as well as why the events that so recently occured had chosen them to unfold upon. After finishing his stew he leans back in his chair keeping a proud posture while he does so. His mind begins to wander with his interest and he dreams a bit, but only shortly as something of interest comes up in the conversation that jars him from his imagining.
Neko Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 12:49:59 AM
Neko stops his eating for a moment to look at his own hand. "Color me confused," he mumbles to hiself. "Destroyers...saviors...this place just doesn't quit..."
Cirg Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 2:33:59 AM
Cirg ponders deeply the words of the Wise One. Concerned more for what is not said then what is. And for the Old One's limitations that their response now reveals. So he helps them by informing them of things they apparently do not know. "Well now. Da Voice says much of what ye spouts. Asides from both callin' us yer children. Its did say we are ta be curse and cure. You says Destroyer and Savior. It called us the foreseen. Ya says legends foretells things that mays be true 'bouts some of us. It warned us ta Beware da Bell afore it was rung. But fate made it so da Bell did ring aspites our efforts. Thoughs now it be soundin' likes we is not done with dis Bell. It tells us Beware da Shadow. Ya tells us da Shadow King must be per'vented from ringin' da Bell. We was told too ta Beware da Void, da Bear and da Saber. Is these be thin's ya has not mentioned yet? Coulds you also be a tellin' us hows to Befriend da Forest or where ta finds a clan a' free men we are ta Observes going south? Its final words we dinna hear all of. Was not ta trust somethin'. The K...? Gots a lead ta be givin' on dat maybe? Ifen ye be ignor'nt of these, then da question must be asked as ta what exactly do be yer role in what is ta be coming. What be da why of yer gettin' involved wid us? And why here and now? Why not step out of yer dark holes where ya sent Sly ta meet wid us?"
Trace Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 8:31:59 AM
Trace sits back and continues to listen as Crig and Alec starts to spar with the wise ones trying to find out exactly what has happened and what we are needing to do. Trace thinks aloud...."Dont forget to ask about Holley and Donk".
Sly Foxx d20=17 Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 6:24:59 PM
Sly bring up his hand at eye level, and therebon the back of his hand is the tatoo of the Broken Spiral, just like the others. He remembers'this is a sign Ancient Sorery.' He speaks in a wisper"Dark Magic ???". Then he think back he didn't have it when he led the party to this town?? He didn't have it when he went to the kitchen?? This is too much for him to think of on anempty stomack, Sly rises from where he was sitting, takes a bowl, there's not much left in the pot, but he finishes the pot, and the last of the bread. Turns and sits by the window, then appease his rumblin stomack. And liisten to the rest of the conversation between the party and the Wise Ones... (OOC note: I rolled for my Ancient History Profeciency and barely made it.)
Alec Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 7:48:59 PM
Alec is satisfied with the questioning that Cirg is giving to the Old Ones. Alec eats his stew, and waits for them to respond in their own time.
Sir Thomas Tuesday November 23rd, 1999 11:38:59 PM
After finishing his meal Sir Thomas' stomach impolitely informs him that if was not enough. He puts it out of his mind as there are currently more important things at hand. He sits leaning on the table listening intently to what is being said. He too is satisfied with Cirg's questioning. He thinks to himself ::thinking:: 'I'm sure I couldn't do any better. Cirg appears to be more experienced at this whole deal than he has let on. I'm glad he joined us.' Upon hearing Trace's comment about Holly and Donk he realizes that Trace is exactly right. He speaks for the first time since they all sat down to eat. "Yes, Trace has a point. What became of Holly and Donk. They are residents of this village and proved to be loyal and trustworthy friends to us. Can you tell us how to find them and if they need help? Can we help them? Where are they?"
Guardian Solomar Wednesday November 24th, 1999 12:41:59 AM
"We are cursed to be the cure." I swallow those haunting words, and then I address lady Justice. "Great Lady Justice, this Shadow King, what do you know of him?"
D.M. Lady Justice Thursday November 25th, 1999 5:54:59 AM
"It seems that someone gave you a riddle, with the nature of riddles, it is best not to interfeere with them untill one knows the source. We will study it further. Holly and Donk move foreward to meet their own destinys as they fight the Shadow King. As far as what we can tell you about the Shadow King? He hates life, he especialy hates you now that you have stoped him from ringing the bell, his plans will be hurt and delayed now, you must move fast. The Elves to the east have a problem, it is similar to the problem young Sly has. They need a group of young people to go to them and see if you can fix it. Are you intrested?"
Trace Thursday November 25th, 1999 8:47:59 AM
Well I am interested ......anything to help a brother elf. What do yall think? Before I put my foot to far in my mouth what is there problem?
Cirg Thursday November 25th, 1999 1:30:59 PM
Cirg waits for a moment to see if one of the other Wise Ones will clarify things. When it seems they won't, Cirg presents his concerns. "It would be seeming da Voice be not the only one fond a riddles. We dinna destroy da Bell, far as I can tell. So whats preventin' this Shadow King from a findin' it agin and still ringin' it? And what be da Kingdom he be king of? Be it a mortal king what hates us? If not, what makes this one so powerful the likes of you cannot dispatch hims yerself? Ya says we must put on full sails a once. But what course ta be settin'? Be it to just gets away, or be it to gets to somewhere? If H-h-holly and Donk have a destiny agin the Shadow King, how many udders do as well? Would not do fer us to be stumblin' over these others what might be able to end da threat themselves. Why be the fate of these elf ta da East be so important? And what would be so special 'bouts the likes of us that we could do somethin' about what is happenin' ta them that they canna do fer themselves?"
Sly Foxx Thursday November 25th, 1999 8:14:59 PM
Sly finishes his bowl of stew and wipes his bowl clean with the last few mouth fullof bread. Put his bowl down next to him, along comes the dog to sniff at the empty bowl. Now Sly wishes he had left the dog a little food for him. Then Sly still looking at the MARK on the back of his hand, and listen to the on going conversation.
Sir Thomas Thursday November 25th, 1999 8:27:59 PM
Sir Thomas feels an eagerness well up inside him. He feels the chance to make better what he made wrong in the basement of the church. He feels that despite any odds, it is worth it to him and his honor to go help these elves with their problem, and in so doing maybe resolve their own problem. "I think we should go help these elves, if they are a good people, resolve their problem in any way that we can. If we can help them, then maybe they will help us when it is time to face this shadow king. If that is the next step toward renewing my honor, then I will galdly be the first one out the door. That is my vote." Satisfied that his reasoning is sound, and that his decision is final, Sir Thomas sits back to rest against the back of his chair to wait patiently for the rest of the group to decide what they will do.
Guardian Solomar Friday November 26th, 1999 3:29:59 AM
I fold my tatooed hands and look around the table with a look a deep concern. "Can you elaborate on this 'problem' the elves have?"
Alec Friday November 26th, 1999 10:50:59 PM
"If the elves would help us out with the Shadow King, I'm all for it. Better than waiting around here for the Ax to Fall, as you might say. I ust hope we are up to the challenge."
Neko Sunday November 28th, 1999 1:46:59 AM
Neko finishes his stew and puts the bowl on the floor. He also wonders whether or not they can rise to the upcoming challenge, and find Holly and Donk. He sighs...the challenge before them looming in his mind.
D.M. Lady Justice Monday November 29th, 1999 4:10:59 PM
"My you young ones are full of questions. I can not unravel the universe while we sit here for the few moments we have left. I can answer this one though. You did not destroy the bell, you became the bell. I can not say if the Elves could help you or even what their problem is, that is for them to tell, not I. I can not say if you will face the King or not, however you will stumble across his minions many times I am sure. I can not fore you to help the Elves, I can only tell you that the road to you salvation lies in that direction."
Sly Foxx Monday November 29th, 1999 7:26:59 PM
Sly rises from the aplace on the floor, he start to pack up by putting arms away, and putting his backpack on, then picking up his walking staff and lean on it. Bows to the Ladies , turn to the rest of the party and says "If finding my family lies with all of you, and your quest is to find the ones called Holly and Dong. The way is to the west and the elves there. I will tell you what happen to my village on the way there."
Cirg Monday November 29th, 1999 7:52:59 PM
Cirg has to grin as the irony of the situation takes hold. "Ifen ye were a merchant a trying ta sell me dis story in da market, fer sure I would be keepin' me money in me pocket. But ye be the best lead we has to what has a happened ta us taday. So we gets you five, what cannot explain to us why ya knows what ya knows, or why we must go where ya says we must go, and we gets a Voice what is not adverse ta turnin' a poor priest ta dust ta call us ta the same task. We be da Bell now. Oh joy. Next time fer a gift could ya not just be gettin' me a new pair of socks or such? So it do seem a fair bet dis Shadow King is gonna be lookin' fer us. And I'm a gettin' a nasty idea we will not be a likin' what he will be needin' ta do ta us ta ring da Bell. Sly? H-h-holly and Donk be no concern of ours fer now, if I be understandin' these fine ladies correctly. Okay by me, cause dats one less thin' ta worry over. So mates, do be a lookin' like we is now yer local 'Save da Elf Folks' guys. Wid Sly here ta guides us. So, Wise Ones, any final words a fore we starts our journey? And I needs ta stocks up on some supplies a fore we sets off. Somethin' a tells me da local merchants are a gonna be given verra favorable prices ta the likes of us." Cirg waits for those who have not already confirmed their intentions to speak out. And prepares to say his goodbyes to the Wise Ones if their visit is concluded as they have indicated.
Sir Thomas Monday November 29th, 1999 7:58:59 PM
Satisfied that the Ladies have told them all that they will, and all the group needs to know, Sir Thomas rocks back and then forward gaining the momentum to stand. He bows to the five that sit across the table from him "Thank you for your help." He straightens himself up to stand as if the five were his sovereign. "I think that it is safe to assume that we will be going east to help the elves of which you speak. What is the name of their tribe? How will we know when we find them?" He awaits the answers patiently, hoping the whole while that they don't just disappear.
Guardian Solomar Monday November 29th, 1999 10:21:59 PM
Leary of this mystery, I rub my hands through my hair. I pick at the food in front of me; even though my stomach needs the noursihment. Something ominous makes me sick. "If righting the elven's wrongs is the path of salvation, then point my round ears in that direction. As for the people of Heranmar, ladies, if they should fear us now for some reason, tell them I wish them no harm--although it may be in our right to deal justly with them for their unkindness toward us, Alemi is kind to both unkind and kind. Expect the same kindness from His servants." I shoot Thomas a knowing nod; we being of the same faith. "Sir Thomas is also of this same belief, I think."
Alec Monday November 29th, 1999 10:24:59 PM
In response to Cirg, "I too could use a trip to the market before we leave. Those Birdmen really did a number on by robe," pointing to the torn and bloody rag he is now wearing. Turning back to the Old Ones, "The five of you seem to have a certain way with things around the town here, perhaps you could lend some aid to us on our journey somehow? We could use all the help we can get."
D.M. Lady Justice Tuesday November 30th, 1999 6:10:59 AM
"You need no help from us now, the people know who and what you are. Some will fear you, some will worship you, adn a few here will think of you saddly, those are the few that understand what has happened to you, in time you will understand too. All you need know is here." With that she places a scroll on the table. "Cirg, you keep refering to what happened as a gift, be careful, it is no gift, to think of it as so, even in jest, could mean much." The Ladys then step back away from the table, they each hold there arms out as a mother would to child and they speak together. "Farewell acursed, our sorrow goes with you." Then they dissapear.
Trace Tuesday November 30th, 1999 6:36:59 AM
Well then so much for the help. I figure the quick we solve our problems the more likely we are to be missin who will follow us. I say we start to make our way as soon as possible. I have a bit of money maybe we could pitch in to buy a wagon for faster travel or maybe even find a sympathetic rancher to sell us horses for cheap. Besides I am pretty positive that we could find help once we meet up with the elven village. As you have noticed elves are great fighters. Well shall we go and find some supplies?
Neko Tuesday November 30th, 1999 6:50:59 AM
Neko looks at the space where the five ladies were. He shakes his head and stands. "Truth be told...I don't take kindly to being cursed. I mean...come on...let's face it...trouble follows the cursed...that's just the way it is." He sighs. "But, if salvation lies with helping the Elves then by all means let's do that." He looks at Trace and nods, leaning against the table. "Trace brings up a good point though...maybe a wagon...or horses would help expidite this situation..."
Sly Foxx Tuesday November 30th, 1999 12:09:59 PM
After the Wise Ones disapers, he turn to Cirg and says" Cirg, I meant to say, the market is to the west of this tarven, we can all pick up supplies there. Then we can start our journey."
Cirg (1 of 2) Tuesday November 30th, 1999 6:11:59 PM
Cirg sends the unseen servant to fetch the scroll, then open it up and hold it before him so he can read it. He looks over to Trace and Neko. "Not sure how da roads run where ya comes from, but 'cepts fer a few trade roads ain't many that will allow a wagon ta pass. Once we starts on the road what goes closest ta the way we wants, we is stuck on it. Ifen da Shadow's crew spots us or picks up our trail will be no trick for dem ta catch us. We knows at least some of da King's crew can fly and a wagon would be a hard thin' ta hide. Sly and Trace would know better, but what I knows of elfkind is that they tend ta keep ta the thick woods. Wagon may not gets us verra close ta where we needs ta go. Kinda the same prob wid horses. Harder ta hide then just us and not as good for movin' thru thick growth. Alsa, don't know about all of ye, but I'm no wiz on a horse. Don't fancy tryin' ta cast a spell and still keep aboard. Kind of horse we can afford ain't gonna be no warhorse neither. Gotta say I'm fer keeping ta our own two feets. We gots one mule for lugging extra cargo, er supply. One mule ain't so bad as several horse. I'd think Sly can lead us fasta and safa ifen he is allowed ta take us cross country. Gonna be much harder ta track ifen da enemy do pick up our trail."
Cirg (2 of 2) Tuesday November 30th, 1999 6:12:00 PM
Cirg looks around at the others. "Now. Know most of the rest of ya is loners in town. But Pip and me gots family here and I do wanna say goodbye ta them. May be da last chance I gets. Alsa Alec and I needs some time ta load up some new spells. And I think I saws a couple of ya doing some healin'. I'd be suggestin' we takes a coupla a hours here ta do what's is needed. Still plenty a daylight ta travel in." Cirg waves at the scroll. "Now afores we makes any final plans lets be seein' what the Wise Ones left fer us." Cirg will read what he sees aloud, assuming he can read what is written.
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