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Topic: The Death of the Inn?
Subject: Heh...
Well, Eol...that certainly is flattering. I'm glad you found such inspiration in one of my creations that really came as a spurred idea, eventually manifesting into something I was really quite proud of as a species. So, for your hallmarked character to be a part of that...that's a pretty hefty compliment towards my abilities as a creator.
So, thank you. Its things like that which leave my mind starting to turn about how to make time to try to run something once more. Though, you know my style and my preferences towards realism, so I'd have to make a very dedicated run at it if I were to make the efforts once more...
Posted on 2016-02-29 at 15:35:15.
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Topic: The Death of the Inn?
Subject: Acknowledging
I don't know if I could consider myself one of those "Golden Age" members that a couple other folks here can lay claim to, but I can say with certainty that a great deal of the names poking around here are ones unfamiliar to me. By that measure, most who still frequent here probably won't recall me, either.
That said, I spent a number of years dumping my free time into the forums here; primarily as a DM, but from time to time taking on the personality of a player, as well. I made a lot of friends here, and met quite a lot of good people. I also know I'm as guilty as they come for having up-and-left here without notice as life tended to get in the way.
However, I would still take periodic looks in to see how things are, and still spot a few of those who resolutely remained here. Admirable dedication, I do have to say.
Even though I rarely make an appearance here these days, and though I've felt the urges to attempt yet another game, I don't know if its even remotely realistic for me to do so on a shift worker's lifestyle. But, you never know...
Nevertheless, I don't wish to see this place perish. Though minor by compare to my time around here, seeing any amount of activity is pleasing to my eye, and I hope that perhaps another Golden Age may arise.
Posted on 2016-02-28 at 20:32:45.
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Topic: An Open World 3.5e D&D Adventure Starring YOU!!!
Subject: Heh...
My my my...
Ain't this something...
I'll be watching this, I think.
Posted on 2014-04-12 at 06:54:03.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Starting over
Sometimes, Vitali found himself spacing out in the most unpleasant of fashions. There were times where thoughts of his bombed-out neighbourhood ran through his mind. Others, fantasies about holding out in the streets against the risen dead. And other times yet...merely emptiness.
This was one of those times, and he broke from his reverie in time to bear witness to a pair of goofs from that south south continent get ‘super bounced’ by some rather burly goons at the door. Only they didn’t use that stockiness to send them flying.
Vitali was glad that those two wouldn’t be in the club; it seemed he was coming across a number of folks here whose accents just got beneath his skin. The Canadian. These two goofballs. He made a mental note to himself to never come to the aid of the English, should the ultimate unravelling of the world take place, in the hopes that, with the fall of the Queen, so, too, would that slaughtered form of English vanish from the earth.
Wishful thinking. He snapped back to the matter at hand. TSBs were not something he was overly happy to find here. Joining Katie in the supplying of an explanation as to what exactly TSBs were, it occurred to him that they would soon be going in.
He took a look at his army pack, and began a mental rundown of its contents. While his attire would be just fine, even he knew that only losers carried knapsacks into clubs. However, the more valuable contents could still be brought in on his person.
Rummaging through his pack, he produced his Winchester, hunting knife, sidecutters, duct tape, and storm matches. Temporarily debating his flask, he reasoned it a bad decision to bring outside alcohol into an establishment, and so instead, too a quick swig and offered it around before tossing it back in and drawing closed the string. Standing up to provide easier access to his pockets, he realized he was still wearing his gun belt, and quickly unbuckled it, though he kept the pistol in hand and shoved it into his back pocket. Only Italian thugs tucked it into the waistband. His rifle found a home in his left from pocket, while the other items were slipped away into the cargo pockets on his legs.
He tossed the belt to his gear, and climbed out of the van, producing his pack of cigarettes and tapping one out. Much to his dismay, he realized he was beginning to run low. That would have to be remedied. But, that would come later. For now, he lit one up and took a long drag. Katie and Downhouser led the way, while he followed up behind, trying to stay close, in a group, as instructed.
“Hope this works, Katie,” He whispered back to her. He the Ukrainian wasn’t much of a gambler, though maybe he could pick up a couple tricks. But more than anything, he was looking forward to seeing what drinks were available. That little taste of vodka had given him a thirst that needed quenching.
Posted on 2013-12-29 at 07:20:24.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: For the time...
Using this thread until a bit of interest would warrant flipping back over to that one. I would just adjust the roster and such accordingly.
Posted on 2013-12-01 at 18:27:18.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: A catch-up
Since we last parted ways...
Graffton was never known as a particularly thrilling town, either before or after the Unity took effect. The residence of grain farmers, and a stopover for travelers on the road to Cill Cerces, it was a simple home for those who preferred simple lives.
This sense of normalcy was broken on the twenty-fourth of Deysor, when a disheveled and hysterical woman calling herself Ellice arrived from the south, pleading for help in the wake of a bandit attack from which she was the only one to escape. Making her case to all who would listen, five strong souls emerged from the crowd to aid her; Bailox Steelbringer, Desrik Darraman, Elberon Tantharon, Adelror the Avenger, and Ja’aron Birch. Together, they accompanied the damsel to the site whereupon she and her kin had been assailed.
By combining their talents, the group was able to track and locate the bandits where they had arranged their camp, and together, fell upon them to bring justice upon the highwaymen and to free the captives, whom Ja’aron escorted back to Graffton while the others interrogated one of the bandits they’d managed to take prisoner. However, the information they were able to obtain was less than helpful, identifying them as nothing more than a group of thugs, and he was summarily executed by Adelror.
Somewhere during the ambush, Ellice had vanished without trace, which led to a number of wonderings as to who she truly might be. Without any answer to be had, they hit the road and made for Graffton.
Meanwhile, Ja’aron, also noticing the disappearance of Ellice, gathered information of his own, finding that the captives knew nothing of who this mysterious woman was. However, the man of the wilderness saw a sign in a lone hawk that appeared to be observing them from its high circlings before soaring off to the north. The type to see omens in natural occurrences, the Druid took this to mean that they were walking a path to something greater.
Back in Graffton, a wandering half-breed elf arrived, her wanderings across this newly united land of Brandost bringing her to this farm town. Ever seeking allies for what her order saw to be the approach of a long-lasting night, Seluume caught wind of a group of brave men who selflessly went to the aid of a woman they did not know, thus marking the potential for those who could stand tall for the many, rather than merely the few.
In two groups, the rescuers returned to Graffton, bringing both the freed travelers, and word that the bandits had been properly dealt with. A bit worse for wear, but alive, they were heralded as heroes by the townsfolk, and greeted as such for their bravery with a celebration the following night at the Grasscat...
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And thus, we may resume again.
Since we’ve only got two returning names to this for the here and now, that means a couple newcomers will be needed to pick this up again. I’m thinking anywhere between two to four would make a nice sized group. So, a little information here...
-Second edition, and second level. Easy to remember.
-Setting is my own, Baelenoa. So, gods, races, etc. Findable in the Q/A.
-I tend to shoot for more a realistic game than a by-the-book game. Meaning, whether its a goblin or an ogre ramming a spear into you, it still hurts. And I make sure you know it.
-Since I try to make a realistic setting, I like when realistic characters are made up. That’s just me being a stickler for things, but when players put in, I generally put more in, and we all win.
That’s about it for now, I do believe... Anyone who may be interested, post here for now, or shoot me a PM. Questions, of course, will be answered as soon as possible.
Posted on 2013-12-01 at 18:17:39.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: Determination
So, after getting the confirmation from a couple players, its become apparent that some recruiting will need to happen. Which means some plot detailing will be required. Which also means a bit of a catch-up, overview, and all that...
Thus, on my next day off, I'll draft up a recruiting page and see if we can't get a little interest going here. Plus, since things are being moved ahead just a little...those returning will be in need of a bit of information, as well..
Posted on 2013-11-23 at 22:38:25.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Yes
Back. I'd been thinking of this lately.
Posted on 2013-11-22 at 02:44:53.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: Downer...
A shame you will not be returning, Brundel. Understandably, the dropping of things for the time would make it unreasonable to sit and hope for it to come back. In truth, I hadn't necessarily figured I'd be trying to resurrect this and start again.
If you find yourself with some time to commit with down the road, then let me know, and we'll see what we can't manage.
However, it pleases me to see that Desrik, played by Salvator Navaar, will be coming back. So that makes two returning members. We're on our way to round two here...
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 02:20:13.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: One so far...
Nimu shall be returning. So, thusly, that makes one member. Got a second one keeping eyes on it, but uncommitted to rejoining at the moment.
So, progress, in any case.
Posted on 2013-11-12 at 18:54:30.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: TIME TO DIE
....better known as DOOM TIME
Posted on 2013-11-12 at 02:33:40.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: Elaborate
Who else has made a return? Aside from you, Celeste. Spotted your post indicating your surfacing, as well... 
Posted on 2013-11-12 at 02:30:39.
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Topic: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Subject: The Resurrection; or Tek has returned
Hello to all, once again. As so frequently happens, after I wind up taking some time away from here, for whatever reason it may be, I wind up thinking about this place once again, and then start lurking a little bit, and then eventually wind up making a post on here.
The thing that’s been haunting me this time around is the abrupt ending that struck my last run at things. I had a 2e game running that people were enjoying. I had a plot that my players liked. I had a plot that I liked. And I had a good cast with me. An unfortunate turn of things in real life shut that down pretty hard on me. But, now that things have somewhat stabilized once again... I’m wondering if maybe a revival of A Single Stone... might be a manageable thing.
Players previously involved would, of course, have a spot in the roster once again. Any blanks that need filling would be open to application. I’m thinking of just bumping things along a touch, and dropping a “Since we last left off...” kind of catch up. Just to try to make things happen again...
So, whether you know me and my style, gamed with me before, or are simply looking to take part in some 2e fun... Any takers?
Posted on 2013-11-11 at 22:34:34.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Interrogation
Deysor Twenty-Fourth, 1121
One Hour South of Graffton, Irvala Province
Brandost
To all but the most resolute, the towering presence of Bailox Steelbringer standing over one’s already injured form would be sufficient to shatter the nerves. Compounded by the savage threats of the brutish warrior and a twist of the arrow, the eruption of pain was too much for the thug to bear, and anguish-stained words were quick to pour from his lips.
“We didn’t even know them! Those folks were wanderin’ the wrong road on the wrong day. An’ it might not be the most honest way to live, but you got your ways an’ we got ours!” Though it was heavily torn by the flares of agony at the hands of Bailox, the man’s gruff accent suggested a life in the south, local, perhaps, to the city of Mahlport. “I swear to the gods new an’ old that its the truth. Its just the gang of us, an’ you already slew or sent running the rest of the boys.”
Adelror then stepped forward, menacing the supine bandit with his sword point, and adding a few demands of his own, these not of the nature of the gang themselves, but of the prisoners.
The expressions on the man’s face gave nothing away, though the press of cold steel against the delicate flesh of the throat brought more fear into his eyes. “When you live on the bottom rung of life like we do, you don’t get choosy when folks wander your roads. Family of three is easy pickins, generally. But three is all there was! Wasn’t no fourth one to get away.” Adelror’s one-eyed stare held the thug’s gaze in a most unsettling way, and he pressed his weapon a little harder, drawing a trickle of blood down the man’s throat. “I’m tellin’ you!”
At that, the dwarf pulled his blade away and took a short step in close to slug him atop the skull with his sword pommel. An audible clack accompanied a good view of the white’s of his eyes as they unfocused and rolled about in their sockets. Either too much force had been applied, or his already injured state lowered his pain tolerance to the degree that the cleric had easily knocked him out, but whichever be, their captive fell flat with a dull thud.
Silence held for a moment or two before a ripping sound came from behind the interrogators, where Desrik had seated himself on the snow and began to tear makeshift bandages from his tunic, wadding and wrapping to stop the bleeding from his injured side. Through it all, the swordsman had sat and observed in quiet contemplation, his calculating mind analyzing both his companions and his adversaries alike, though none so critically as the way he looked upon himself.
Peace was good for folks as a people, but not necessarily good for all folks, as the stinging from beneath his compress indicated to him. His skills needed honing, just as a good blade did. Whether organized or not, with goons like these roaming the grasslands, it would be easy enough for somebody of his skill set to find work. Roads needed guarding, after all.
Now, whether the brigand had been truthful throughout the extraction process or not, he lay unconscious on the cold ground, and the question lay in just what was to be done with him. Left alone, it was likely he would die from the elements, or possibly be eaten by wolves or some other flatland predator. Ja’aron had made an unknown amount of ground in his escape with the captives, and their safekeeping was, ultimately, what they had agreed to partake in. While Graffton was easily reachable before the coming of night, and the camp that the group had just broken up was evidence that, even in peace times, safety was not to be found everywhere.
(OOC: Sorry for the great delay. Work conditions now have me with what appears to be more free time, so I should be able to pick things up some on my end.
Desrik has managed to stop his bleeding, but isn’t in position to be recovering any HP from it. He’ll need bed rest or somebody to treat it.
Bandit is unconscious, and can either be left, dragged along, or killed. Due to his fragility, it would be near impossible to flop on a kill, so if somebody goes for it, feel free to go all the way. Approved death.
Duncan is still on hiatus, so I will continue to RP Bailox from here-on until further notice. For the rest of you, we’re back!)
Posted on 2013-09-02 at 20:17:23.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Yes
I've got enough to work with here. With the return of Salvator, and a confirmation of life by Brundel, I'll be able to go on it. As for Kaelyn, I know he's around, but since he's enough detached from you guys at the moment, that's no matter.
But yes, this shall continue tonight or tomorrow, when I am able to grab some stability in my everyday.
Posted on 2013-08-30 at 16:53:22.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Regarding that
Didn't want to update with just one post in case anybody else had some other avenues they wanted to take, whether question or action.
Still haven't heard from Salvator nor seen him online. Brundel I sometimes spot around, but have not heard anything from.
This may potentially take a shift in party if it means moving things forward once again... We shall see.
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 18:56:41.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Addition
Ultra-long overdue, but a welcome to Nimu into A Single Stone... I'll update the main page roster with character information, and hopefully the introduction of a new player will help revive this again.
And if not...well, the threads have not yet connected, so you pugs on the first plot may be out of luck if this peters out!  Haha.
Anyhow, welcome again, Nimu.
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 18:25:26.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Wandering Soul...
Deysor Twenty-Fourth, 1121
Graffton, Irvala Province
Brandost
To one for whom a good night meant the ability to watch the stars strewn throughout the blackened heavens and feel the grassland breeze through the hair, the prospect of four permanent walls and a roof that placed a drastically nearer sky over one’s head was a bizarre concept. But, it seemed to Seluume that such was the heavy norm among Syln - or rather, for just about anybody but the wandering Mith’ganni.
Such places left her feeling uneasy, for who in their good mind would voluntarily eliminate the splendor of a live lunar map, a visible history of their origins, their salvation when the Gods found their world once again?
But then...the way of her people was not the only way, and perhaps that was a part of why Anaara had sent her forth to seek aid against the approaching storm. Or, at least, the one that the Eravairene had begun to speak of. Growth was important in a changing world, one in which events both good and bad could instantly reshape the lives of those within it. If one chose to cloister themselves in the ways of the past, then a new turn of the world may leave them behind.
Still, whether in a hovel of a town like Macartt or Firdale,or in a larger settlement like that of Val Myan where Anaara had first found her, the idea of putting lids on homes just didn’t sit right. And now, her journeys had brought a new clump of houses onto her horizon. Though snow still blanketed the prairie grasses, Seluume was a being of the grasslands, and could recognize domesticated fields when she came upon them.
Another town of farmers...
With the midday sun climbing to its early Spring apex, and the warmth of the season beginning to creep its way into the day, at the very least, her travels had been in favourable conditions for one who walked the roadways. While she had yet to find anybody of value to contribute to the approaching needs of the Eravairene, the freedom to walk was a splendid bestowment to one who, even of half-blood, was made to roam. Every day upon the snow-dusted paths was a chance to stretch her legs, both physically and spiritually, and pleased the Mith’ganni within her.
Westward, the roads had led her, and thus far there had been few-to-none who met the profile she sought. Dark times had been forecasted over Brandost, and Seluume, like the other Marked of her order, had begun the search for those whose arms and talents may be rallied to press back the tide when it may rise up. But while farmers may have the heart to lend themselves to a greater cause, supplementing food was their strength. It was rare that one was suited to wield an axe to hew bone rather than timber.
The easternmost homes in the settlement before her grew larger as her swift stride carried her nearer. Ahead of the slender elf, the roadway forked to the south, presenting a potential avenue to continue her search if this, too, proved fruitless. But for now, this place would be inspected, like all the rest before it.
A weather-beaten signpost spiked the center of the road forking, with the southern direction long-since broken away. The west, however worn, was still legible to the careful eyes of Seluume E’Aluinil.
Graffton
(OOC: Finally went for it. Welcome aboard, Nimu. Its a touch overdue, but here you go. Backwrite as you like, as I know you’ve got a whole wealth of material you’ve crafted for this character. Looking forward to seeing your start!)
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 18:20:31.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Hmm
My reason for not wanting to NPC an interrogation is the same reason I don't like to NPC a thief on a dungeon crawl. It's far too easy for my own knowledge of things to turn up the right answer or right use of skills to move things where I feel it should go, as opposed to where it may go. Make sense?
Also, there were no wagons involved. The group had been waylaid on foot.
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 14:52:52.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Role Call
Not entirely sure why this seems to have halted in entirety, and I sometimes spot you guys online (Though, not sure if you're actually doing other games or just what) but I just need to know who still has some interest here? I know Duncan is currently away with some personal stuff, but for the rest of you guys... Where are you??
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 01:54:18.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Sad tidings
You've got all the best from me bro. Take what time you need to get things back on track. While I won't pretend to understand your situation, I do know how real life can back things up, so focus on that. I'll handle things from this end for now. We've kind of hit a sluggish patch, anyhow. So, hopefully this doesn't die, but its certainly not rolling as it had been.
Good thoughts your way.
Posted on 2013-08-08 at 16:44:11.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: O_o
.....my god, Duncan!!!
Sinister. I dig it.
Posted on 2013-08-04 at 18:54:46.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: The Others
Deysor Twenty-Fourth, 1121
One Hour South of Graffton, Irvala Province
Brandost
Before Bailox’s powerful voice had even bellowed the instructions, Ja’aron had already beat an exit with the captives in tow. By the time the big warrior had retrieved his bow from the hilltop, he was able to see the quartet had reached the roadway and was turning north. A good sign, that his companions were able to look to where they could serve their purpose and to act without direction.
Notching an arrow as he ran back to the others, the warrior demanded an alternative to his plan, should there be one. But no voices rose, and he drew back on the bowstring, sighted down the shaft, and loosed for the nearest fleeing target. And though the missile streaked smoothly towards the brigand, he had failed to lead the shot a sufficient amount, and it sunk into the snowy ground a step or two behind its intended mark.
Adelror wasted no time, and with sword drawn, charged off in pursuit of the bandit Bailox had shot at. Though his shorter legs provided him absolutely no advantage in the chase, the Cleric would not be stopped from attempting to fulfill his pledge. He easily skirted the creeping patch of grass that Ja’aron had coaxed to growth so as not to become tangled in it himself, and barreled on.
Not to waste the chance, Bailox drew another arrow, this time aiming a bit further ahead, and let fly to the wind. Though his target had gained some ground in between shots, this one carried more promise, and pierced the hip of the thug. With a cry of anguish heard from the archer’s position, the man toppled to the ground, most certainly the victim of a shattered hip bone.
Now, even though the others had made enough ground to flee into the distance, they at least had one captive to interrogate, and the almost comical sight of a fallen bandit being run down by an angry dwarf wiped the urgency from the chase.
No longer a foot race, Adelror slowed up his pace and stepped over the thug, placing his sword edge to the man’s neck, and looked down to his pained face. Unshaven, a scar across the cheek, short curly black hair. Ordinary in appearance. But ordinary in intention? Ambition? Cunning? They would find out.
The dwarf seized the man by the forearm, hauling him to his feet and drawing a yelp of agony from him. Rough, yes, but pain was good for making one talk. A walk on a shattered hip would be a good warm up, and with his sword menacing the man’s throat, he found him reasonably cooperative in the walk back to the others, where Adelror dumped him unceremoniously into the cold earth underfoot.
Brown eyes glared up at the four standing above him, looking from one to another to assess his captors.
“What ya want from me?” He growled from behind clenched teeth, though if this was an effort to be tough, he certainly was not in position to be doing so.
(OOC: Interrogate as you please. His left hip has an arrow buried in it, and he’s presumably been softened up some by Adelror hauling him back to the position of the others. PM me if you’ve got something specific you want to be trying.)
Posted on 2013-08-01 at 21:14:04.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Ja'aron Birch
Deysor Twenty-Fourth, 1121
One Hour South of Graffton, Irvala Province
Brandost
Ja’aron Birch was not a great warrior, most especially not when his battle potential was compared to that of Bailox or Desrik. In a case such as this, however, his talents that made him more the supportive type were preferable, in that they kept him out of the fray, and allowed him to make an escape with the freed captives.
Though the extraction had gone reasonably smoothly, at least as far as the Druid could tell, the question of who Ellice truly was, as well as her purpose in this entire affair, made little sense. Perhaps if they had been led into a trap, the logic, however cruel, would stand. But to lead somebody into a rescue situation and then vanish? That was where something seemed greatly amiss.
Still, what mattered was that the three were safe, and were rapidly regaining their mobility after having been bound and seated for some time. Ja’aron found little difficulty in getting them moving at a good pace, and they were on the roadway before long, headed northward to the safety of Graffton.
A small shadow flitted across the ground, so quick that the Druid almost missed it. But he turned his eyes skyward and picked out the soaring shape of a red tailed hawk. Glorious in the sky, its wings spread wide, it circled above. A field hunter, likely searching for a midday meal. But when Ja’aron looked at it, the raptor banked a tight corner and entered a short stoop straight at him, and though it dropped maybe fifty feet before flaring its wings and turning that speed into a quick rise, it screeched off a piercing cry that split the cool air.
Tseeeeeeer!
With fanned wings, the hawk turned a wide curve and flapped off to the north, its small form quickly becoming lost in the distance. But, from what Ja’aron could tell from this strange moment, it had started off following the roadway.
(OOC: Instructed by Kaelyn to carry on with the escape, so on the road to Graffton it is.)
Posted on 2013-08-01 at 20:22:45.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Update
I'll be moving things along when I get in from my next trip, so likely Thursday. Try to get your posts in, or I'll have to move it along based on the two posts we have here.
Posted on 2013-07-30 at 01:40:34.
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