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In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: February 08, 2013, 04:29:29 PM »
Jarmok perked up when Corwynn noted that this was his cabin; he hadn't expected that such an august person might have a humble cabin in the forest, though he was beginning to sense that more of these city folk were children of the forest than he might have imagined.

"My Mercer left." He affirned Corwynn's guess that the old hunter was gone. "Not know where." Jarmok couldn't be too sure of his own worthiness, but he was all that Mercer had at the time. All the outlander could do was his best.

"Hrung." He assented to his host. "What need?" He asked.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: February 08, 2013, 08:47:34 AM »
A small shudder shook Jarmok's lean frame as  smile touched his mouth and eyes. "Ignorant." He said. "If knew better, maybe not go." He laid a few pieces of meat on one of the stones that ringed their little fire so that the meat might warm up a bit (not that it had gotten cold between his chambers and this cabin). He then cut small slices of the cheese and laid them carefully atop the meat so that the cheese might melt.

While doing this, and cutting a thin slab of bread besides, he answered the Arch-Duke's question more properly.

"Food find, specially Brak...Rynnyx. Venric early though...harsh. Have cave, fire easy...warm...water lot. Food harder and harder, go deer north, have steal to sheep." He was clearly not happy with himself for having to do what he had been forced to do to survive, but he reminded himself that it was survival after all.

"My Mercer find and help." He shrugged rather simply. "My Mercer give home. Easy after."

Jarmok had begun to busy himself by putting his sturdy tin cup into the embers at the edge of the fire and filling it with water. Then, he picked up a nearby pine frond and began stripping it of its green needles, which he put into the heating cup of water.

"Is Mercer Tea." He told the Arch-Duke. "Help healthy and en-ur-gee."

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: February 07, 2013, 12:29:46 PM »
"Hrung." Jarmok replied as he approached the fire...and the food. "Thank." He said, his head bobbing as he sat.

He gazed southerly towards the peaks that the Arch-Duke indicated, and felt considerably at ease and content. He could remember last year when, homeless and wandering still to find a safe place to land, as it were, he had spied those sky-reaching peaks and something in them spoke to him. It was a scene very much like this that urged him southerly at that time.

"Is home." He said gesturing towards the mountains as he selected a piece of meat, which he married to a bit of cheese. "Is same, but different looks distance." Most everything looked different from a distance. Jarmok's usual morning had a very different vantage to look towards those peaks, and his attention was more usually in the easterly direction, not south. But they were the same nonetheless. He mind knew that even if his eyes didn't.

"Was south little of here, think, last year when saw first mountains." He breathed deep into his nose, appreciating the mixture of forest and lake in mid-sythus. "Was late Rynnyx." He smiled at the memories. "Smelled cold wet."

He considered the memory for a moment. "Is two talls [pointing to the two peaks that Corwynn had indicated] drew me south. Mountains thought should have shelter." His morning run had left him ravenous and he stuffed an over-large piece of bread into his mouth, washing it with his water skin.

"Thank." He reiterated.

In Character Discussions / To the Vallenbrush
« on: February 03, 2013, 09:53:45 AM »
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"The Brush and the Wood are siblings, even as are the Owl and the Eagle." Shankaria answered. "It is my sense that somewhen, when the world herself was young, they did live together. But, as it is with most siblings, when they come of age and find that they each have their given tasks, they go out into the world to perform those tasks. I'm not aware that they've dwelt together since they each left home, countless ages ago."

"But, in the comings and goings of things, siblings are often called home when one task is complete and the next is to be done...Mahiya has been whispering to me that it was time for her children to come together again. I had thought that she spoke only of we Gnarcheon, that was must make connection with the others of Zebulon's servants again for the coming conflict. This was why I was looking for you to come this way at some point...when, I did not know, and neither did I know that it would be you, specifically. A few of our Gnarcheon have also traveled to Kaaryn'Zyth to bring them into this with us."

"Standing here now, I think that She intends that these eldest of her children must live together once again."

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: February 03, 2013, 09:27:16 AM »
When Jarmok realized that the Arch-Duke was headed towards a populated location he quieted his equipment and his tread, though he slowed down but a little.

He was happy to see that his two companions veered off to the road, and didn't just proceed into the little village. Jarmok followed the path that led more southerly, as Corwyyn and Fionndougal had; it wasn't a long path before he came upon the small lakeside cabin and it's merry fire, which was but a few minutes old at that point, that made Jarmok feel like he was coming home...if it wasn't for the vast lake just to the west.

Fionndougal, searching through the grasses for the most acceptable shoots and clovers, grunted as Jarmok approached, and Jarmok grunted his greeting in turn. Before approaching the young fire and its attendant, Jarmok walked wide around the fire to be sure that Corwynn knew of the outlander's arrival before he approached.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: January 30, 2013, 12:54:23 PM »
Jarmok settled down a bit after a handful of stades; his giddiness matured into a more dignified joy and his inner self merged with the lands that would within the hand begin to wake.

He followed the Arch Duke and his magnificent steed through the dark of the night, which was deepened as the road led them in amongst the canopy of the trees. While Jarmok's eyes were as keen as any, he followed his escort by ear for the most part. It was clear to Jarmok when Corwynn reigned Fionndougal, though the lean ranger could not see them. He heard quite clearly that Fionndougal argued with Corwynn a bit, not begging (for begging was beneath him); the horse was more admonishing Corwynn for imposing his human will upon Fionndougal.

Jarmok couldn't be sure why that brief argument ended, but he knew how it ended - horse and rider continued along - departing the road - at a slower pace than they had taken to get across the short span of open plain. They proceeded along somewhat softer ground at a brisk trot rather than the sprint they had used on the harder road.

Jarmok followed the two companions at his own pace, now gaining on the horse and his Arch Duke.

General Info / Ehlonna's Forest
« on: January 29, 2013, 09:10:11 AM »
Yes there is!


Let me review my notes and thinking, and I'll add that, along with a compass point.

In the early days of the game, I had in mind a scale that spoke to "days' walk from end to end". I'll have to convert that into miles for the sake of sanity.

General Info / Ehlonna's Forest
« on: January 21, 2013, 08:03:29 AM »
:) I hadn't noticed that! I've got to find a way to export from the program so that the text is clear when you zoom in on the jpg.

This map sucks compared to what I've been seeing on the net, but I'm happy with it for the most part. I'm going to try my hand at the Chasm next, I think.

General Info / Ehlonna's Forest
« on: January 20, 2013, 08:23:39 PM »
Trying this again...

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: November 11, 2012, 09:25:23 AM »
Jarmok fancied that the smell of the air changed for the better within but a few paces of exiting the gate. It may have been that the scene that opened so agreeably before his eyes helped to change the air in his nose, and it may also have been that the flavor of the land - so much like Little Threshold - also made the air sweeter. Whatever the case, he felt free again, and freedom smelled uniquely sweet among all other smells.

He ran for all he was worth. He was, of course no match for a magnificent warhorse like this Fionndougal in speed. At full run, in fact, he was no match for any horse, but as the Arch Duke and his great steed pulled further away from Jarmok, the lean ranger felt nothing so much as exhilaration in the run. There was no fear that he might lose track of Corwynn and Fionndougal - the two galloped a roughly straight line, leaving the curves of the road here and there, and they left a swath in the summer grasses that even the untrained could follow. Not to mention both horse and rider were laughing loudly, each in their own way.

It was also Jarmok's experience that he could run much longer than any horse could. It just didn't matter how far ahead they got...Jarmok would find them.

Jarmok was finally relaxed; the combination of being out of that huge cage of a city and the run purged his body of its tension. Here, it was him and the run, and he had only Kossuth to best.

He just ran as the paces became spans and as spans grew to leagues.

In Character Discussions / To the Vallenbrush
« on: October 29, 2012, 12:41:11 PM »
Fey Rings were rare indeed, and it was immediately clear to Ashe that this particular Fey Ring was not an ordinary Fey Ring (if such a thing might exist at all). This one was very large, as Fey Rings went, and completely encircled the 15- or 20-pace wide circle of Vallenbrush.

What the purpose of that particular Fey Ring might be, Ashe could only guess. Additional scrutiny (and perhaps asking!) would no doubt reveal its complete nature, but based upon the size, and the periodic "puff" of indigo mushroom spores, Ashe understood that this Fey Ring was one of protection of some sort.

This was one of the many mechanisms by which this small stand of Vallenbrush was being protected, whether by protecting it from scrying, or muddling its scent, or some other means was unclear...and unimportant.

Casting about in the waning light of Kossuth, Ashe thought that this scene was positively primeval. The walls of this crater loomed quite high, but the cradle was not too much wider than the Vallenbrush itself was...perhaps 30, 35 paces all told.

From the center, there was the Vallenbrush itself, and the Fey Mushrooms. Outside of the Fey Ring, there was yet another ring of boulders, each about the size of a pony, and each covered with a lustrous carpet of moss. Ashe was amused by the realization that the crater itself was yet another circle, and the trees created yet a fifth circle.

Circles within circles within circles. The whole was a testament to Mahiya and the Great Cycle. Casting his adjusting eyes toward the over-covering trees, Ashe caught more than a glimpse of gossamer tendrils amidst the branches. Spider webbing, no doubt.

Shankaria was rocking back and forth contentedly and humming along to the song of the Vallenbrush. Her little eyes were closed and a placid smile adorned her face.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: October 23, 2012, 12:30:22 PM »
It was an odd paradox for Jarmok as he and the Arch-Duke followed the streets of Kurr. The lean outlander had felt so caged within the great walls that he had slept within, one would think that once outside of those walls he would have been more comfortable. But he wasn't. He was uncomfortable in a different way.

Where through the night he had felt much like a trapped and caged animal, in the streets he felt surrounded, even though at this time of the morning there were relatively few people about. He felt that around any corner there might be some lurking presence that he would rather avoid. Was there danger there? If there was, and he was forced to defend himself, who would be the criminal?

He had no foundation for such anxiety - none that he was aware of, at any rate - but it was there nonetheless: that unshakable conviction that no matter what might happen, he, the outlander, would be scapegoated in favor of a local face.

Soon the western gate came into view. Jarmok noted that Corwynn seemed as though some painful thoughts were crossing his mind as they shared an side-long glance, each ensuring the other was still in company.

As they approached the contingent of guards who were undergoing a stern inspection, Jarmok fell a bit behind the Arch-Duke. In part because this is what many who were in service to the Arch-Duke had done last night, but in greater part that he might not be a focal point.

The lovely red-headed lass in charge of the guard appeared to be in play with the Arch-Duke; it was clear that the father and daughter had played these games for a long while. At length, the inevitable happened, as Jarmok knew that it must: the Arch-Duke made note of Jarmok to Bridget, and Bridget instantly greeted Jarmok.

Jarmok stepped forward, bobbing his head in what had long since become an ingrained response. He grasped the outstretched hand firmly, as Kymberly had suggested he should. "Am good meet, thank." Jarmok replied. "Maybe if can, good talk." He agreed with her. He nodded and smiled his clumsy smile, but he was all too aware that the gate loomed so close and yet so far.

Bridget, bless her, obviously noted his preoccupation and withdrew, telling her father to be off.

When Corwynn asked whether Jarmok was ready to run, Jarmok himself had already taken a step or two towards the gates. He held up at Corwynn's question, however, and grunted his assent. "Hgruh." His legs were itching to burn.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: October 16, 2012, 08:14:50 AM »
It was just about all that Jarmok could do to keep from breaking into a run. He was already feeling  a bit closer to home, having gotten out of that keep...or castle (he really couldn't tell which it might have been; what might be the difference? He wondered).

He concentrated on not outpacing the Arch Duke and listened to the rather un-pointed musings of his new associate.

"Hgn. Long time." He acknowledged Corwynn's comment. He picked up his own pace to keep as much shoulder-to-shoulder with the Arch Duke as possible.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: September 24, 2012, 08:15:56 AM »
Jarmok eyed the stone walls warily, and the flesh ones somewhat more comfortably. His logic waged a small argument with his viscera: something inside of him wanted to trust these four men immediately, but his tendency, born of his relatively short history, prevented him from becoming too comfortable with them so quickly. Men were very good at hiding who they were.

"Hrung." Jarmok grunted his assent to the Arch Duke. "Kossuth soon." He observed, then addressed the three giants once again, saying, "Good meet. See again, should." He bobbed his head to each man in turn as he followed Corynn's lead.

In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
« on: September 23, 2012, 03:20:41 PM »
Jarmok cocked his head slightly, indicating his relative lack of decision. "Not see much yet." He agreed with Varhuk. "But miss home. Miss mountains and trees." He shrugged then, and added, "Not made for city."

He wondered suddenly about Laren passing though. "Where Laren go?" He asked.

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