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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Johan on January 14, 2014, 12:12:45 PM »
Humans, being so young and short-lived a race, were always a bit odd to Eswarth. But this particular human was far more so. He seemed so frightened and unsure of himself. So much seemed to make him twitch and twitter.

"Just about every place is holy to someone or other, but you are in a forest, young friend." Eswarth replied. "Nothing is more natural."

"We must talk, though, before we can decide on our course today...come join me when you're done." He instructed his young companion.
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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Chassic on January 13, 2014, 09:52:39 PM »
"Eh, yes," Charon seemed to fumble over his words as if talking to the centaur required effort.  "I am … nowhere … ah, going nowhere, that is.  Just over there to, um, relieve myself." He never met Elswarth's gaze for more than an instant.  Charon always had a hard time speaking with the living but was usually able to suppress his discomfort.  Something about these centaurs made him extra uneasy.

Charon froze in his tracks.  He looked to the giant horse-man as a sudden realization came to him.  "It is acceptable to do that here, yes?" Charon asked reluctantly.  "This is not a … a holy place for you, is it?"
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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Johan on 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.
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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Chassic on 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."
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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Johan on 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.
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Game Log / Chronology
« Last post by Griznuq on December 29, 2013, 06:36:25 PM »
Updated 12/29/2013 (almost 3 years to the day since the last time!)
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In Character Discussions / Morning in the Woods
« Last post by Griznuq on 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.
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Character Info / Belwar
« Last post by Griznuq on 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.
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In Character Discussions / Gnomenclature
« Last post by Griznuq on 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."
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Game Log / Interlude 3 - Elves on the Run
« Last post by Johan on 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.
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