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Griznuq

Duthash Dracum Basque  VY 237(May 29) (This is the same day as session 17 "The Cliffside Crypts" part 2)

Bastion sat twisted inside the livery wagon, looking out the small window beside him. This was his first time outside of Rhohannus, and every little bit of it was sheer excitement! He'd never seen so many squirrels and little birds! He had even seen a fox and three deer! Spectacular journey!

It was almost with disappointment that Bastion realized the wheels of the wagon had slowed. "We're just entering Threshold, Master Bastion," the driver said.

What a fantastic place! There was a river flowing right through the middle if it. The houses were small and quaint. So very different from the city. This seemed the kind of place he'd heard nobles talk about vacationing in. How could a place so beautiful function without proper spiritual guidance and divine presence? Bastion supposed they couldn't; that would be why he was called upon.

The wagon moved along slowly and finally came to a halt. The driver jumped down and opened the door, and Bastion ducked through the door way and set foot for the first time on Threshold soil. As he looked up, he saw a man approaching. This man could only be Julius Hawkhaven.

Bastion straightened and smiled. He extended his hand in greeting to the man who'd asked for assistance. "Master Hawkhaven, I presume?"
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Wildfire

Threshold was ripe with travelers from all walks and places. Carts moved up and down the street, people went in and out of buildings, and children were playing a game of tag.

Mountains cradled the small town and trees dressed the hills and cliffs. One of the features that immediately cought Bastions eye was the tall slender tower shooting a massive jet of flame from the top. Bastion instantly recognized it as a shrine to Kossuth.

Further beyond was a sight Bastion had never seen or imagined. It was a grove of trees that had a dull gold color. The light barely reflected from the leaves but it was still an unimaginable sight.

Opposite the cliff of gold trees was an enormous statue of a knight holding out his sword upright. It was carved of white marble and spoke of the strength this hero must have had. Being a learned gellow Bastion guessed that it had to be one of the legendary Heroes of Elsenban or a decendant of them.

Bastion could see that the man approaching him was either an elf or related to one. Warmly the man took Bastions hand and shook it vigorously.

"Nay, I'm not Master Hawkhaven but I am glad to see you! I am Suath...Suath Mythcinderton, the cartwright master of Threshold. If you need to travel I'm the guy you want to see. I have a fine stable of horses and wagons, though nothing as so eloquent as your coach here." Suath leaned closer to Bastion, "You wouldn't happen to know if that coach is for sale would you?" Suath tossed up his hands and shook his head "Ah, never you mind that...I'll find out. Anyway, Master Hawkhaven is over in the council house down the road around the Thornhedge..." Suath pointed across the road to a large inn, "...next to the Rosewalk. Oh, I didn't even ask you....who are you? From the sounds of it I would say you come from..." Suath cocked his head in a contemplative thought "...certainly not from Kazbourne...hrm...maybe from Vychia...no, that's not right....Ah ha! I'd be willing to bet a kings ransom that you come from Rhohannus, yes?"

Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity

Griznuq

"Well as a matter of fact, I am from Rhohannus, you are correct! I'm Bastion, I'm here in response to the call Master Hawkhaven put out for Spiritual leadership. I am a priest of Sardior," Bastion proclaimed, tapping the medallion hanging from his neck.
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Wildfire

Suath's eyes lit up and a smile reached from one ear to the other. "Oh that is glorious news! Thank the Ruby King you are here! Master Julius sent a word out some time ago to bring folks such as yourself here! I'm so happy you have arrived! Anything I can do to lend you a hand I'd be honored to. In fact, I'll escort you to Master Hawkhaven...personally! Come with me"

Suath began to walk down the road with Bastion. "I myself am a believer in the ways of Sardior...the patron of travelers. How was your journey? Not too bumpy I hope. You'll find that Threshold is in great need of your guidance as there are many passing through here on their way to the Valley."

Wildfire's Note: Sardior carries many titles as do all of the deities. Many traveling folks (for instance, Bards) follow the concepts of Sardior's sense of freedom...hence the title "patron of travelers"
Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity

Griznuq

"Well thank you! That's incredibly helpful. I can't tell you how nice it is to be met by a friendly fellow such as yourself. To be honest, I've never been out of Rhohannus, so the entire trip was really quite a treat! I saw rabbits and deer and even a fox in their natural habbitats! True, a carrige is not the most comfortable of things, but the experience was more than well worth it," Bastion realized it must all seem very trite to this fellow, being in charge of travel and all.

"Tell me," Bastion changed the subject. "How has the town been fareing with the lack of divine pressence? I've read that such a thing can lead to bleak outlooks and a sense of helplessness. I certainly hope this is not a problem here?"
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Wildfire

"Well, to be honest..." Suath said, "...for some it has been distressing. Here they are traveling to the cradle of divine presence and there is no one to help shape their inspiration to words and meaning...except for one. A few weeks ago a dark priest arrrived here. Not sure how I feel about that but then again, no one is."

Suath glanced over to the obsidian temple across the river. "But he's not been any trouble that I can account for so I really see no harm. In fact, as odd as it might sound, he's done more good than ill so far as I can tell. But who knows what he's really up to, eh?"

Suath continued talking not giving Bastion much chance to speak. "Really, much of the bleak outlook comes from the recent attacks from the dark cloaks that fester in the woods...Shadow Riders as rumors would have it. Believe me, you being here will help to put people's mind at ease...just so that they know that grander eyes are watching them, y'know? It wasn't too long ago that they actually attacked the town! Can you believe that?" Suath looked at Bastion and continued to walk and avoid the crowds in the streets.

"I tell ya, the Empire of Shadows will never stop until they claim everything.
Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity

Griznuq

"Shadow Riders!" Bastion exclaimed, his heart missing a beat. "They exist?! My word, I thought they were just a fable! And they attacked the town!? Great scott! How did you fight them off??"

Bastion knew very little about anything outside of Rhohannus. How could a place so full of beauty be targeted by something as vile as Shadow Riders??
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Dray

/giggle - Great scott!

Date?

(OOC: Kit has been looking for a priest ever since day 1 on this campaign, you better hide Bastion!)

Wildfire

Date as noted in the opening post

Suath's eyes widened and he looked at Bastion, "Aye good sir, and from what I hear they exist in vast numbers at that."

The two rounded their walk past the Thornhedge. Bastion could smell the aroma of food and hear the songs of minstrels billowing out into the street. He could also hear the repetitious banging of hammer on forge from across the river. Various traveling merchants called out their wares at bargain prices and all manner of folks walked the busy festive streets.

"Luckily Master Hawkhaven hired what is known as the Threshold Protectorate when the Squadron of Kurrian soldiers were called back to the City-State. They were the ones that fended off the attack by the Shadow Riders." Suath explained. "Like yourself they are from outside the town and have come here partly by chance but also for reasons of their own. They are good people methinks. Some of the members are folks that I've not ever seen the likes of...and believe me, I've done my share of traveling you know!"

Ahead, Bastion could see a bridge that was ornamented with rose vinesthat had barely blooming buds upon them. Just before the bridge was an elegant building with a sign that simply had a set of weighing scales exquisitly etched into it.
Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity

Griznuq

The thought of shadow riders chilled Bastion to the bone!

He pushed the thought from his mind. "I've not doubt I'll end up meeting this protectorate before long. It's good to have people upon whom one can depend."

"This place is beautiful! I do hope my stay here is a long one. I'll certainly stay as long as there's a need."
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Wildfire

"Weel..." Suath said, "...that has the potential to be quite a while. Oh look! here we are!" Suath pointed at the Council House. "I'm sure that Master Hawkhaven is not the only one in there. Threshold is actually presided over by a council of seven officals...Hawhaven being the spokesman..." Suath leaned in towards Bastion and spoke low "...and the one with the most influence."

Suath patted Bastion on the shoulder and said, "You bring much hope here Master Bastion...much hope indeed. If you need anything at all, you be sure to let me know."
Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity

Griznuq

Bastion smiled and nodded his thanks. "I look foward to our next meeting, sire."

The two grasped hands and Bastion turned to the council house door. Should I knock? he wondered. Government buildings where Bastion was from would have a large recieving room, but the buildings here in Threshold looked more like simple houses to him. He didn't want to walk into someone's living room, even if it was a place of business...

Well, if I am truely as welcome as I am, they'll surely forgive a little ignorance!

Bastion turned the latch, pushed the door open and poked his head in. "Hellooo?"
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Griznuq

Bastion stepped up into the lobby, and closed the door behind him. There was no one else in the lobby.

"Hello?" he called again a little lourder than before.
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Griznuq

Not wanting to be pushy, Bastion took a seat on the small bench, and tapped a finger on the arm. Nice place they've got here.

He was too antsy to stay seated, so he popped back up, and walked to the reception desk. He noticed a small silver service bell. "Ah!" he said outloud. "I'll just give this a little tap here..."

*PING!*

He waited for a response.

OOC: heheh "ping". waits for response... I'm clever.

C:\>Ping threshold.gov with 32 bytes of data:

Request timed out.
Request timed out.
Request timed out.
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Wildfire

The door to Bastion's right creeked open. Through the door Bastion could see a face poke from behind. His eyebrows furrowed with curiosity and he called out, "Hello?" Just as he said that he noticed Bastion standing at the reception desk. He stepped from behind the door to reveal himself. He was dressed in fine clothes embroidered with silver thread. He had shoulder length, brown, well groomed hair and Bastion could tell he was at the beginning stages of growing a beard. Around his neck was a silver medallion and at his side was a glinting wooden dagger.

"Oh...hello. Can I help you?" the man asked.
Wildfire

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity