Post by K Man on Jan 4, 2005 10:44:57 GMT -5
Newt and Garor - King Grandil slams one gauntleted fist into the other.
"Damn yer ideals boy! 'Tis why I exiled ye in the first place!"
"The Dwarves of Bazarkrak have their own problems! They not be needin' to galavant around...doesn't the Dwarf race hold any ideals for ye anymore Garor? Don't ye want to see the noble line continue?"
"If ye leave this mountain, ye could die and become a slave to 'The Master', no longer to ye own will. Who will tell the tale of our forefathers then?"
Grandil fumes, his nostrils flaring as he stares you down.
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Caelith and Callian - Signaling above the deafening noise, you hold your breath and hope that entering the sphere of death and chaos is the right choice - for if it's not - you will have but a second to lamment the choice.
Terra rises about you, cloaking in you in the now familar brown veil, a drops again seconds later. Opening one eye before the other, you see that your assumptions were correct.
The Eye of the Storm...
The interior of this huge sphere is perfectly calm, even the noise is little above a whisper. The shredding metal maelstrom above whirls and twirls about - metal chunks the size of Ravenshead castle torn apart almost instantly - but nothing of the chaos reaches your ears.
Ahead of you, off-center from the maelstrom, about four hundred yards away is a tower. Well, a crystal stand really, about a thousand feet tall. Atop this crystal shaft rests a fortress made entirely of iron. Windowless and door-less, this surely must be the place of Emirikol the chaotic.
Ahead of you is a ravine. Filling this ravine is a heard of...things for you lack a better word to understand them. Some are eight-legged, others hoble along on one peg like a child's toy. Some have wings and gently flap along while others are a bulbous mass of liquid-like flesh. They range in size from giant to mouse, and vary as much in color of skin and features. All stampede in one direction. There is a cave mouth at one end of the ravine and another at the other end. The wall of chaotic creatures race from one cave and into the other - never seeming to end - much like the storm of metal above.
Your eyes, having difficulty focusing on all the activity within the storm, come to rest on a pair of figures rapidly approaching. They are starving males, both human and dressed in tattered rags. They do not appear threatening, but even from here you can here them call out to you, arms outstretched and wailing.
"Please! Just one spell...cast one spell to slake our hunger!!!"
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Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - The king shakes his head and sighs heavily.
"I'm sorry Krysta, Girud and Galdren, the treasury has little to offer beyond what Caelith has already procured. You are free to take a look of course, but I'm afraid my passion for refugees and their safety has depleted the once great Blackwing treasure."
"There may be others, here at Ravenshead, adventurers like yourselves that may be willing to trade or even sell their goods. Should you ask them and they require gold, I will - of course - grant letters of credit for any desired item." The King motions out the doors, to the throng of people hailing the 'Faceless Knight'.
"No Krysta, few have offered to join our cause. The Elves have proved to be traitorous, the Dwarves have holed up in their mountain - only the small council of 'The Gathered Nations' has offered any support...this only as a small contingent of soldiers and supplies."
"I fear that the world is going to falling apart because it cannot see past its nose..." Sturmguard sighs again, his radiant amulet seeming to glitter a little less. "If only everyone could follow the example of the few, like yourselves, that can forgive and fight together...perhaps we would be in a better state."
"Speaking of which, why don't you procure what you need and ensure that all in your party can travel as you do. Then, follow Callian and Caelith to 'The Glade'. You've all done so well together so far, I'd hate to split you apart now..."
"You needn't be bothered with the duties of a king."
[If there is nothing else, we can go about finding things for the other party members and learning to vein-ride. I put in the bit about other adventurers as Ravenshead treasury is literally almost empty. Tell me what you want to find.]
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Romar - Veya shrugs a little bit, a meager smile breaking across a normally grim face.
"I follow you because you..." The young woman seems to struggle with being so honest. "You remind me of myself, but more disciplined. Like me, you fight to avenge and you fight to undo the wrong...but you are calm, you have a purpose. My anger is misdirected and often times gets me into more trouble than its worth...but you don't seem like that."
"You have a plan, I have only my hate - you know your enemy, I know only the evil it does...I guess...." Veya blushes a bit. "I see, in you, what I want to be."
Thankfully, you hear the stamping of a metal hoof just outside the tent. Pulling back the flap, you spot Sindri, the mount of your companion, Yuri, waiting outside. It opens the metal mouth and you spot a small note in side. Reaching in and unfolding the paper, you read the words with absolute terror.
You become only vaguely aware of Veya placing an arm around your waist.
"What is it?"
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Yuri - The woman waits patiently for you to return, quickly moving to your side, runing cold, lifeless fingers over your chest.
"It's Keira....and am I to be denied the name of my spark in the cold?"
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"Damn yer ideals boy! 'Tis why I exiled ye in the first place!"
"The Dwarves of Bazarkrak have their own problems! They not be needin' to galavant around...doesn't the Dwarf race hold any ideals for ye anymore Garor? Don't ye want to see the noble line continue?"
"If ye leave this mountain, ye could die and become a slave to 'The Master', no longer to ye own will. Who will tell the tale of our forefathers then?"
Grandil fumes, his nostrils flaring as he stares you down.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Caelith and Callian - Signaling above the deafening noise, you hold your breath and hope that entering the sphere of death and chaos is the right choice - for if it's not - you will have but a second to lamment the choice.
Terra rises about you, cloaking in you in the now familar brown veil, a drops again seconds later. Opening one eye before the other, you see that your assumptions were correct.
The Eye of the Storm...
The interior of this huge sphere is perfectly calm, even the noise is little above a whisper. The shredding metal maelstrom above whirls and twirls about - metal chunks the size of Ravenshead castle torn apart almost instantly - but nothing of the chaos reaches your ears.
Ahead of you, off-center from the maelstrom, about four hundred yards away is a tower. Well, a crystal stand really, about a thousand feet tall. Atop this crystal shaft rests a fortress made entirely of iron. Windowless and door-less, this surely must be the place of Emirikol the chaotic.
Ahead of you is a ravine. Filling this ravine is a heard of...things for you lack a better word to understand them. Some are eight-legged, others hoble along on one peg like a child's toy. Some have wings and gently flap along while others are a bulbous mass of liquid-like flesh. They range in size from giant to mouse, and vary as much in color of skin and features. All stampede in one direction. There is a cave mouth at one end of the ravine and another at the other end. The wall of chaotic creatures race from one cave and into the other - never seeming to end - much like the storm of metal above.
Your eyes, having difficulty focusing on all the activity within the storm, come to rest on a pair of figures rapidly approaching. They are starving males, both human and dressed in tattered rags. They do not appear threatening, but even from here you can here them call out to you, arms outstretched and wailing.
"Please! Just one spell...cast one spell to slake our hunger!!!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - The king shakes his head and sighs heavily.
"I'm sorry Krysta, Girud and Galdren, the treasury has little to offer beyond what Caelith has already procured. You are free to take a look of course, but I'm afraid my passion for refugees and their safety has depleted the once great Blackwing treasure."
"There may be others, here at Ravenshead, adventurers like yourselves that may be willing to trade or even sell their goods. Should you ask them and they require gold, I will - of course - grant letters of credit for any desired item." The King motions out the doors, to the throng of people hailing the 'Faceless Knight'.
"No Krysta, few have offered to join our cause. The Elves have proved to be traitorous, the Dwarves have holed up in their mountain - only the small council of 'The Gathered Nations' has offered any support...this only as a small contingent of soldiers and supplies."
"I fear that the world is going to falling apart because it cannot see past its nose..." Sturmguard sighs again, his radiant amulet seeming to glitter a little less. "If only everyone could follow the example of the few, like yourselves, that can forgive and fight together...perhaps we would be in a better state."
"Speaking of which, why don't you procure what you need and ensure that all in your party can travel as you do. Then, follow Callian and Caelith to 'The Glade'. You've all done so well together so far, I'd hate to split you apart now..."
"You needn't be bothered with the duties of a king."
[If there is nothing else, we can go about finding things for the other party members and learning to vein-ride. I put in the bit about other adventurers as Ravenshead treasury is literally almost empty. Tell me what you want to find.]
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Romar - Veya shrugs a little bit, a meager smile breaking across a normally grim face.
"I follow you because you..." The young woman seems to struggle with being so honest. "You remind me of myself, but more disciplined. Like me, you fight to avenge and you fight to undo the wrong...but you are calm, you have a purpose. My anger is misdirected and often times gets me into more trouble than its worth...but you don't seem like that."
"You have a plan, I have only my hate - you know your enemy, I know only the evil it does...I guess...." Veya blushes a bit. "I see, in you, what I want to be."
Thankfully, you hear the stamping of a metal hoof just outside the tent. Pulling back the flap, you spot Sindri, the mount of your companion, Yuri, waiting outside. It opens the metal mouth and you spot a small note in side. Reaching in and unfolding the paper, you read the words with absolute terror.
The woman I bedded is a vampire. Half of the women on this rock are vampires! Hirsuthe plans to overthrow 'The Master'. Good chance he is coming here. The remaining women, including Veya, is next. I can only stall her till nightfall, then she and her converts will strike. It is not safe for them here! She thinks I am a contact from Hirsuthe. Get them out of here as fast as you can before sunset. Take Sindri with you. I will catch up to you as soon as I can. Please trust me.
You become only vaguely aware of Veya placing an arm around your waist.
"What is it?"
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Yuri - The woman waits patiently for you to return, quickly moving to your side, runing cold, lifeless fingers over your chest.
"It's Keira....and am I to be denied the name of my spark in the cold?"
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