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#91
In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
Last post by Johan - January 05, 2014, 05:56:10 PM
Charon's unexpected movements and murmurings took Eswarth a little by surprise, and when the centaur looked up from his reverie it seemed to him that the young human was gathering to leave.

"Good morning." He greeted his new companion, trying to remain quiet enough to not waken the other sleepers. "Where are you off to?" He asked.
#92
In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
Last post by Chassic - January 05, 2014, 10:03:05 AM
Charon seldom dreamed, but when he did he embraced them.  Unfortunately he could only recall scraps of this morning's dream.  He was at work in the morgue, of that he was certain.  However, rather than working on a corpse it was he who was being worked on.  The experience itself was not entirely unpleasant.  It was the technique being used that distracted him, aggressive and unprofessional.  Charon could not be sure, as his memory of the event was slipping away, but he thought it might have been one or both of the gargun he had been forced to work with earlier that was performing his embalming.

As Charon sat up he turned to check the ground beneath where he had been sleeping.  As expected, the grass and other nearby plant life had yellowed and wilted slightly.  He hoped his companions would not notice but suspected something like that was unlikely to go unnoticed with Eswarth.  Charon quickly gathered his things and moved away from the faded greenery nearly fumbling Collinsworth in his haste.  "Sorry, friend. Perhaps I should attach a strap?  No, it would be a nice one.  Fine leather.  Maybe a nice green to go with your eyes ... or the eyes you once had."
#93
In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
Last post by Johan - January 03, 2014, 11:31:31 AM
Balorie's visit had replayed itself in Eswarth's mind through much of the remainder of the night. His sleep had come in fits and starts...enough to let him get through the night, but not enough that he could call himself rested.

He stoked the small campfire back to proper flames and waited somewhat impatiently for Charon to wake up.
#94
Game Log / Chronology
Last post by Griznuq - December 29, 2013, 06:36:25 PM
Updated 12/29/2013 (almost 3 years to the day since the last time!)
#95
In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
Last post by Griznuq - December 29, 2013, 06:34:38 PM
This is the morning after "Thanks, and a warning"

Charon woke from a troubled sleep, the taste of sleep thick in his mouth. The images from his dreams twisted into smoke becoming something less than even a memory. The morning was comfortable, the smell of earth and leaves on a light breeze. Waking on the forest floor was not something Charon was used to. There was a feeling of peace in the air among them that was not there before. He wondered if perhaps he just didn't notice it before.

Eswarth was already awake when his small companion began to stir. It was early still, the others continued to sleep soundly.
#96
Character Info / Belwar
Last post by Griznuq - December 27, 2013, 11:02:12 PM
Sat down to re-read this, ended up appalled by the writing of it... Set out to edit, ended up re-writing a fair bit of it.
#97
In Character Discussions / Gnomenclature
Last post by Griznuq - December 27, 2013, 10:58:51 PM
OOC: The Book was (and presumably still is) in Vallen's backpack.

Belwar bobbed his head. "Yah, I'm thinkin it probably was. You'll recall, when last we met, he tried simply asking peacefully for it's return. Those were the actions of someone out of options."

Belwar turned to Faznar, "Lewk, Ah thenk we maybe workin toward different goals, but our paths be the same. Iff'n I had me druthers, both Melzak and Urguth would be in the fryin pan together. If yer of a mind, I thenk we could use the help and the humorous distraction."

He turned to the rest of the group. "Ah thenk it's for the best that I tell ye all a little bit about why I came to tha keep in the first place. It's a bit of a story, but the short of it is, I'm wanted fer killin me father and tha son of a council membar, both crimes are Urguth's doin. And, I believe he stole a Great Axe I'd made for me father."
#98
Game Log / Interlude 3 - Elves on the Run
Last post by Johan - December 27, 2013, 09:18:04 AM
The advisor watched the receding dwarf ambassadors for a long while. Now, they were all but tiny specks in the distance. "The dwarves will not help us, despite what they say." He stated.

"I know. The Stonehammers were ever a duplicitous lot, but ever since the younger one died..." She trailed off, her thoughts taking too many directions. "This 'ambassador' that Stonehammer sent fairly stank of ogre and orc."

"Something isn't right in Derkenwold." Finished the advisor.

"Ah-norya." Agreed the young principal. "And we're no match for these gargun that rain death upon Ahmdelarden."

"These are not normal gargun." The advisor suggested. "Too...organized. Too...intelligent."

"An-norya."

"How fares Barranden, ye think?"

"Better than we." She answered. "They are not so close to the mountains, so the gargun can't reach them quite as readily. Even with Derkenwold's help."

"My grandfather would have called upon the Kharan'Juhl." Mused the advisor. "A single one of them could be enough to throw back the tide."

"The Kharan'Juhl are long dead and dust." Replied the principal tartly. "We are on our own today...but to do what, exactly?" A lonely tear rolled down the elf woman's cheeck as she surveyed the make-shift hospital that her home had become.
#99
In Character Discussions / Gnarcheon's Festival at the Gr...
Last post by Johan - December 26, 2013, 07:02:28 PM
There were two surprises for Bal-Jhor this year...perhaps there were more yet to come.

Year after year it was clear that no other Gnarcheon in the grove truly understood what was happening during the Drone. This year was different. This year there was a half-orc that Bal-Jhor had never seen before, who understood. While every other Gnarcheon there was uplifted and happy when the Drone started, this half-orc was truly moved, and Bal-Jhor didn't need to see the wolf spirit at the half-orc's shoulder to know that the half-orc was a spirit friend. But the half-orc was clumsy with Mahiya's tongue...he had not been taught Her ways by anyone, and yet was here in the Grove where only Her servants were allowed. Bal-Jhor knew that the half-orc was no threat; he would bear watching.

His second surprise was Varshya who, in her role in the ritual was transformed from her lonely elf into a beautiful embodiment of Istisha. Perhaps, the goliath thought, Varshya wasn't quite so isolated as she seemed. Of course, outside of the ritual, even the spirits spoke a different story.

The Drone continued to fill the grove, taken up by joyous voices. It moved northerly towards Akadi's fire, and it moved southerly towards Grumbar's, leaving a bubble of sorts in the middle of the grove, where Mahiya's fire burned brightly. That middle ground would be filled only when all of Mahiya's children's fires were reaching to the sky, like Istisha's was. Istisha's green tendrils lifted on the energy of the Drone and Varshya's song like a green current following the path of a river, both lights and voices searched for Akadi's fire and Grumbar's fire.

At Akadi's fire, while voices joined the drone, Mirriam set tipper to bodhran and beat a rhythm full of life, adding dimension to Varshya's song while to the south, Eswarth reared high and brought his feet down impossibly loud upon the earth at Grumar's fire. Eswarth's enormous forehoofs began to stomp in a slow, methodic rhythm that complimented Mirriam's more rapid one, the both of them carried along with Varshya's song, the three continuing easterly to where Cailyder awaited the coming of the Drone and the currents of the three rituals for her to add her own to.

Blue fingers reached up from Akadi's fire to mingle and join with Istisha's green, the two dancing as though alive, intermingling before moving towards the orange fire that was Kossuth's. To the south, the ruddy fingers of Grumbars fire pulsed into the sky with Eswarth's stomping. Leaping up those ruddy fingers of light grabbed hold of Istisha's blue currents and lent the strength of Grumbar. The two searched onward towards Kossuth's beacon.

Shankaria felt the drone vibrating in her little body and watched the lights grace the sky one by one, all the while keeping an eye that saw, but did not fully understand, upon the sad satyr that stood beside her.
#100
In Character Discussions / Gnomenclature
Last post by Wildfire - December 24, 2013, 04:45:07 PM
*(Ref. Session 12- Death to Dannobar) Book in what we can assume to be Melzak's Room.
*(Ref. Session 19- Beloved) We're told it was a book on human anatomy that was incomplete.
OOC: What ever happened to the book?


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"We wouldn't have to be worry'n  if'n we be knowin' where he went off to." Zurn replied. "Las' we saw his sorry hide he wus asking fer a book* that we lifted from his place in tha' caves...jus' before we brought Dannobar ta' peace."

Zurn did not expect to be saddened so suddenly to mention the once wayward Dannobar. Though the priest had lost faith in Ehlonna she had not lost faith in him. To Zurn's mind it was a story folks often hear about but until one witnessed such divine grace it was impossible to measure the lasting impact of forgiveness such as that. Ultimately it was Ehlonna's mercy that lead to Dannobar's redemption and that, in Zurn's thinking, was the splendor of his matron deity.

"I be wonderin'" Zurn asked glancing towards Belwar "if'n it was losing tha' big book o' nasty tha' got Melzak into deep demon dung with his Master."