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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: The Obligatory Dream Sequence
A large man adorned in leather and hides kneeled down on the summer grass with his arms outstretched, the forest behind him, sunlight shining through the canopy. It was an eerie scene, as though it were far too surreal. However there was no fear, and the little girl knew that the man’s arms beckoned her towards his embrace. Pigtails bobbed upon a head somewhat larger than the body underneath, her big feet digging up clumps of dirt as she clumsily strode towards her father. She was disproportionate as children often are, and she tripped before she could make it to the man. But all was well. Her father was quick, and caught her before she could scrape her knees. He hugged her tightly, and she returned the act with her most admirable attempt at a bear hug. To which, of course, the man chuckled light heartedly about and said, “Oh, my little Mandy bear. You are indeed the fiercest of my children!”
“Daddy!” The little girl screamed, mocking reproach, “I’ m your only child!” Her eyes gleamed like emeralds when she looked up at him, the shadow of his form melting away from her face as she stood, letting the sun send a shine into her smokey blonde hair.
“Oh right. I’d almost forgotten,” he replied in jest, smiling all the while, “when did you get so smart?” The last time he had seen her, she must have been three inches shorter. His wife had been feeding her well he could see, as her pudgy little belly stuck out of her tattered shirt. It was a good thing that he had made some money on this trip. It was time that he bought her something nice. The poor kid practically grew up without a father, and yet she seemed to adore him so. Some sadness seeped into his eyes when he thought of this. Was he worth this much adoration?
Maranda started awake, which made Red give out an aggravated whinny. She apologized to the steed and then excused herself from the stall. One of the stable boys eyed her curiously. He hadn’t been here when she came in, so he was probably wondering where she had come from. She smiled at him politely and walked off. The sun had gone down a ways since the last time she checked, “Must’ve slept longer than I had intended.” Her dream was very disconcerting. She hadn’t dreamt about her father in years. All of this talk about lineage must have sparked something hidden in the back of her mind. The last image of him haunted her. His face, smiling, but with a hint of sadness that refused to fade from his chestnut brown eyes.
While reflecting on this bewildering dream, and heading back to the inn, she spotted Kannizan crossing the street towards the local bar. She hustled through the remnants of the crowd to catch up with him, tapping him on the should when she did. “Hey. Heading to the bar for last rites before battle?” She winked at him when she said this, thinking it was quite the quib. She had heard rumours of dwarves and their affinity for alcohol.
Posted on 2009-01-06 at 15:38:10.
Edited on 2009-01-06 at 15:41:52 by Zodius
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: After The End.
When the meeting had begun to dwindle in size, Maranda took to the marketplace herself. She always went prepared for the woods, and it would be no effort to her to track down a deer for the fire. However, she knew better than to err on the side of folly. She would grab another fortnight's worth of rations for the road, as well as the same for her trusted companion. Red would be very grumpy with her if he ran out of feed.
After she was done picking up extra food for the road the young ranger headed for the stables. She would rather spend time grooming her horse than striking up pointless conversation. None of her adventuring troupe knew each other apart from salt and sand. She had come off as a bumbling child, dazed and sheepish. The damage had been done and any other chit chat may cause more attrition than the former abuse.
Maranda admired the horses silky mane, and his big brown eyes. She had found a fruit vendor on her journey, and had decided to get an apple for Red. It was a nice treat before such a long journey. After she had finished brushing him to keep than sheen up on his indian red coat, the hunter sat back on a stool and took a catnap. She trusted Red to behave. He'd always been so good around her. Even so she minded that he could see her well from the side. Humans smell like predators to the horse, which is why one should always approach from the side. Calmly.
Posted on 2009-01-02 at 10:21:15.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: Intellect and big rocks.
"Good idea. I think I've packed enough for the road, but one can never be too safe, and I've no idea if the group has the provisions." Maranda glances over at the desk where the money bags had been placed down and starts over in that direction. She grabs one of the remaining pouches off of the table and then turns back to Velina. "Here," she says, to get the half elf's attention before she up and leaves, "I don't think I'll be needing this, so take some extra just in case you run out." With that, she tosses the pouch to Velina.
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 14:14:58.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: Gameplan
There had been agreement. It seemed as though this would be heir had allies. Though, Maranda didn’t think for a second that all of these people were trustworthy. If they made the deadline and indeed earned that which was entitled to her, she would likely have to divide much of her estate to quell the “needs” of the others. There were those of them who seemed more about the good deed than the reward, the elf for one. And though Maranda had felt the chastising tone that went along with the contemptuous glare, she felt as though Velina’s motives were less of greed and more of... something she could not settle on. Perhaps because Velina was somewhat unsettling to her in the first place. Moreso, than the barbarian, and the one eyed thug. Maranda had dealt with these types in the past. At least she could understand blatancy. As for Jethro, she earnestly wanted to like the gnome. He seemed well spoken and confident. Qualities she was lacking. She disagreed with him in one respect though...
“I know,” she paused briefly to let her mind catch up with her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip as it did, “that I may not be the most experienced, but respectfully, if this is done and I remain amongst the living, then I’ll be the heir. I’m hoping to fairly accommodate those of you remaining with whatever it is I actually acquire, but in the end, though we all seem resigned, this is my quest. In that way I don’t suppose you are correct in your wise words Mister Jethro. I’ve not been elected leader, I’ve been predestined. Of course I need help, and I need the intellect and strength provided by all of you. I’m ready for this... no matter the cost.”
She instinctively grabs hold of the lacquered wood of her bow, rubbing her thumb across the smooth surface as she searches the eyes of her to be comrades. ‘I’m not wrong,’ she thinks to herself, ‘this is my responsibility. My destiny waiting to be unfolded.’ Maranda had been quite content with her life before all of this commotion began. However she wasn’t the type to ignore fate. There was more to become, more good to be done, a grander scheme.
Green eyes now more inquisitive than confused lit up on her pale face, pondering what the next step would be. “What shall we do first? I don’t know about the rest of you but I believe I’m equipped for the journey. It might be fortuitous to leave as soon as possible. Our main problem is that the location of this keep is unknown, and a trek through the forest is always tedious, and often dangerous. We’ll need as many days as we can spare to accomplish this task. It may also be possible to come up with a plan easier when we are in the environment in question.”
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 14:18:20.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: Excellent.
Glad I made it. Really didn't want to skip town on this one. Christmas is likely a no fly zone for me so I'll try to post on the 26th or 27th.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 11:48:45.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: Hello...
The shock had been quite prevalent within the young woman. Her father had used the fact of her lineage as a bed time story when she was younger. Only now, she realized he was boasting the promise of a better life. Would it be though?
Maranda had been very comfortable in her little cottage in the woods. She would hunt and skin, sell what she didn't need from her kills. More recently she had been making quite a sum off the bounty of bear heads. The beasts had become overpopulated and a good hunter could make quite a bit for herself.
The city had overwhelmed her as well. She could track a cougar through a thicket, but finding her way around these mass of streets... not a chance. It was a godsend that they had been escorted to their business. And now she had been named the heir.
It was as good as a death sentence. Illusion. She had known of illusion from the tricks of the fairy folk that roamed the forests of Neverwinter. It was nothing to be trifled with. More worrisome was the fact that whatever had assaulted the keep was either immune or beyond the magics of Maranda's ancestor. It was mentioned that he was good at his vocation. If in less words.
She was a good shot, that she was sure of. Maranda had hunted since she was a teenager, following in her father's footsteps. The red eyed beast that was mentioned was an intrigue. If this creature survived the turmoil, it may break free of it's masters and ravage the countryside. It was a ranger's duty to keep the woods safe, or as safe as possible.
She had been standing, too eager to sit while the magistrate had been introducing them. The first few names brushed past her unclinging. She was spacing, considering the adventures to come, and missing home as though she hadn't known it for many years. Before she knew it, people had been discussing and pledging and bickering. The elven one who seemed akin to her occupation began to stare at her, with his grim mockery of expression. The barbarian yelled about this and that. Jethro and Velina as well seemed to be in agreement that the heir need speak on the behalf of the group.
Maranda gulped. They seemed eager to get going, and here she was contemplating hiding under a table. It wasn't the fear of death, or of combat. She wasn't fond of the thought that she might be leading this many strangers into melee.
"So... ummmm... We're all agreed to go then?"
Posted on 2008-12-23 at 21:02:14.
Edited on 2008-12-23 at 21:02:53 by Zodius
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: So dumb...
Eeks. I be posting right now. I'm sorry. Got caught up in the christmas rush...
Posted on 2008-12-23 at 20:58:20.
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