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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Tribe.
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria
Kal Ajin
“No, wait, Ksssh, wait. We came here not to invade your home. In fact, I’m very touched by your story, and I’m sure we can find a way to help you. How long ago were you separated from your tribe?”
The creature stopped whirling his weapon, but his bulbous eyes remained fixed on the kender. Elandor could not be certain if the creature had relaxed, or was about to lop his head off.
“Oh, and where did you use to live with your tribe? Is that far away?”
The droning voice that followed also held no clues as to the creatures motives. Elandor could sense emotion, but he could not place it. This creature was unlike anything he had encountered before in every way! Even it's feelings were alien!
“Kshhhtakekekuk tribe not stay in one spot. Kshhhtakekekuk tribe move place to place..”
The creature indicated with one, long, spindly arm, south and west. (west is the direction you've come from. The coast of the Arnakian Sea is to the East...South west you know is a straight that connects to a jungle continent that loops around the south of the Arnakian Sea)
“New lizards move in area. Make war with other lizards and with Thri-Kreen.”
At this new word, the creature indicated to itself.
“New Lizards part of great tribe. Very big. New Lizards make war on Soft Skins soon. Kshhhtakekekuk not know where tribe is. Kshhhtakekekuk not know if tribe still in this world. Soft Skins should leave now.”
Elandor could not be sure, but the creature seemed calmer now. It's weapon remained at it's side, rather then spinning, and it's voice was not as loud or as intrusive, but a softer 'hum'.
Posted on 2007-07-23 at 16:13:05.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Confrontation
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine/ The Riversnakes Den
"Murderer, I have come to enact the punishment for the death of woman, though I know her not. You have but one chance to surrender before you meet the same fate as your former companion. I advise you to choose the next words you speak very carefully!"
The room went silent, and all eyes went between the man in the decorative armor, who had called out the challenge and now held his blade, pointed at a man at the bar, who had slowly spun around, to face the armored man. He was bald, with a long, pointed black beard and a scar over his sullen eyes. He glared at the man in the doorway wildly. He was dressed in a simple tunic, but even from her seat, Marie could see the hilt of a dagger, rising from his boot.
“Now sirs. I'll have no trouble in my tavern.”
The voice was that of the barkeep, and though she was clearly uneasy, she had managed to make her voice firm and authorative.
“I do not know if you are of the authority to make an arrest. Someone, get the City Watch. That way we can be-”
Suddenly the bearded man acted, drawing his dagger, grabbing hold of a middle aged woman (who Marie thought she remembered he had been flirting with a few minutes ago), and spun behind her, with his back to the bar, and the rather cruel, rusted edge of his blade pressed against her neck. Her tan skin was flushed white,and her eyes were wide with terror.
“Please, Tav-”
“Shut up! Now back away! All of you.”
The crowd pushed away from him, and at his signal, the barkeep crossed the bar and joined the crowd. The armored man with the blade stood perhaps 25 feet away, and between them was gap. Noone would dare come between these two dangerous men and their business. The man glared angrily at his accusor from behind his terrified hostage. His beard hung over her shoulder, and his shaved head gleamed with sweat in the lamp-light.
“You.”
The words were a hiss.
“Take a step and I cut her throat. Step away from the door.”
Posted on 2007-07-23 at 15:55:04.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: The Battle...and after.
The battle was short, and ended with Draven's onyx sword imbedded in the monsters skull. As Thondrek commented their good teamwork, Draven propped one, buckled, black boot against the badgers skull, and withdrew his blade with a slick, slurping sound. He said nothing to the group. Simply studied the monster for a moment. It was rather impressive, and he couldn't really say it was a badger at all. Something related to one perhaps. Nomatter. It was dead now.
Turning, Draven started back towards the forest, but the priestess of the group stepped before him. He had noticed her studying him occasionally before, but they hadn't spoke much. Of course, Draven didn't speak much to anyone. She looked him up and down for a moment, and suddenly Draven realized he had forgot to put his gauntlet back on. Hastilly he swiped it from his belt and slid it on, but it was too late.
"So," she said, looking up at his face with a smile creeping onto hers, "you like something a little exotic."
Draven's golden eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. He almost always wore the long, black coat he wore now, which covered his arms, but surely she had seen the sleeves of knotwork that ran up his forarms. Even now she must be able to see the tops of the tattoos that covered his chest and shoulders, and ran up his neck. Clearly though, she was referring to the mark on his hand. Compared to the intricate (and rather expensive) markings that adorned the rest of him, the spiral on his hand was insignificant in appearance. She was a priestess though...perhaps she could guess it wasn't a simple marking.
"Would've chosen something else for myself personally."
Tightening the straps of his gauntlet, he looked beyond her, into the dark of the forest. In response, he simply said "I sometimes wish the same, priestess." Brushing by her, Draven strode towards the forest, in the direction of (wherever we were staying XD)
Posted on 2007-07-22 at 15:27:10.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Actually....
Actually Vesper...I didn't mention anything about replacing it on purpose. Though Draven is ignoring your charactor, "I" find the idea of her attempts at "helping" him...well...good for an interesting storyline! So I help here and there  . Glad you caught the glove part.
Posted on 2007-07-22 at 03:22:33.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Trying to lighten up
Truth be told, Draven Ire'Dante had not intended to join his companions on their “hunt” for the troublesome badger that had been plaguing the village. The mercenary wasn't accostomed to team work, or even human company for particularly long periods of time; and, for the most part, he could do without this group that he currently found himself surrounded with. The events of the previous night had left him in the same condition that countless nights since his “Rebirth” had done before. Physically he was rejuvinated. Even mentally his thoughts were clear, and he wasn't plagued by that aching call. But he was miseribly dour. Why wouldn't he be? Yet another bit of eternal torment placed on his shoulders. A lesser man would have crumbled by now, and done himself in.
Or are you simply a stronger man because said option isn't available?
Draven leaned back against the tree and took a deep breath from his pipe, savoring the taste of the smoke; before letting it flow from his lips and over his face like a gray, etherial blanket.
The night was calm, for the circumstances, and he had succumbed to the call of the darkness and the trees. So he stood, in a grove, away from the lights of the village, and enjoyed the caress of the nights breath, and the whisper of the forest. He enjoyed his solitude; and he enjoyed this respite from duty, and from pain. He had removed his glove, and tucked it into his belt. The back of his right hand; that evil, black spiral...had stopped spinning a few hours ago, and the mark was motionless and typical once more. For a moment he wondered what would happen if he severed his own hand...and the thought brought a smirk. “Prolly just piss Ol' Lugsy off, and drag him from his halls to give me a brand new tattoo.” The smirk disapeared when Draven realized just where the new mark might be placed. “You win again, Lugsnadah.”
Enjoying another breath of his pipe, before tapping the contents out against the trunk he leaned against, and replacing his pipe in its pouch, Draven sighed. “But one day, you will lose.” Turning, he started to head back towards the village. 'and you need a better hobby then talking to yourself. Perhaps a girl...or the collecting of rocks.' Draven chuckled.
A cry pearced the forest ahead, followed by raised voices and a shrill, animal shriek. Draven stopped, frowning. So they had found the beast. Well good. Means tomorrow they could head out again. Of course, Dravens luck indicated he would need to pass by the battle to get back to the village. Sighing and unsheathing his blade, he strolled through the trees, towards the glimmering of torches, and the cries of battle. While he had valued his quiet time,and saw little reason to help with the hunt, it was now brought conveniently close to him; and only a coward would intentionally avoid a battle for the sake of avoiding it. A coward was one thing Draven had never been called, and should it ever happen, would likely be the last words of the accuser.
The battle was raging, as Draven strolled through the brush, massive Dai-Katana in hand, and long, black hair flowing in the night air. His unholy, golden eyes flashed over the group, hesitating on the wounded Elf, grappling with his weapons behind the sturdy figure of Thondrek; before settling on the Badger. Draven couldn't help but let out a shrill whistle of approval. The elves hadn't lied. Cracking his neck once, the warrior strolled the perimiter of the battle, to get a clear charging point, before lunging towards the beast, blade held high, and gleaming with hunger.
( Will attempt to get a clear CHARGE at the badger, at the rear, as to get a flanking on it, and also so as not to suffer the effects of the negative to my own ac for the first round)
Posted on 2007-07-21 at 03:12:52.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The First Test
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Cathedral of Dawn
Teros had not expected the attack from a Knight of the Dawn, and so it had taken him a moment (on his back) to catch on that this very well may be a test. The warrior brought his blade down at Teros, who rolled deftly to the side, and onto his feet. Drawing his own blade, and the shield he had obtained from the ruins of Hajin Ra, Teros set himself defensively and waited for the soldier to act.
The second of the two Knights simply stood to the side, watching silently as Teros and his attacker circled for a moment. Then, suddenly, the man lunged forward with a series of swipes, which Teros parried. The ring of steel against steel sang through the courtyard, and the dying sunlight that hit the golden towers above danced about them and on their swords.
“Very good.”
Said the warrior as they circled.
“You have a solid defense. But how is your attack? Or do you just cower behind a shield in the Ladies Holy Name?”
Lunging once more he attacked, and with the clash of steel, Teros parried again, before swiping at the man and attempting to trip him. The warrior deflected his swing and kicked out Teros' trip attempt, before swinging once more at Teros, who's sword was currently on a back swing. Instinctively, Teros raised his shield, and as the knights blade struck it, a sudden, blinding, white light shot from the shield and swept over the courtyard, so bright and sudden that it was as if lightning had struck him. Both Teros and the Knight he fought suddenly fell to the ground, as if caught by some paralysise. He felt no pain however, just a sudden loss of control. Glancing down at his shield as he fell to the grass, Teros noted the surface still glowed, faintly, and tendrils of smoke rose from it.
“Well well well.”
The Knight who had been watching now stood over the two.
“It is said that those items Lavuria blesses can never be raised against one another.”
Teros could start to feel strength returning. The warrior next to him coughed and began to move as well.
“It is apparent that the shield you wield has been graced by her Light. Perhaps you should tell us how you aquired it....”
Teros could stand again now, and the warrior he had been fighting had already resheathed his blade; but Teros could feel both sets of eyes, fixed on him.
Posted on 2007-07-20 at 16:36:35.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Kshhh The Kakatoo
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria
Kal Ajin
The creature studied Elandor, with its massive, alien eyes. When he had finished speaking, it clicked it's sharp mandibles and switched it's weapon to two new hands. The kender couldn't be certain what the creature was thinking..Until it spoke.
“Soft skin not know! This Kshhhtakekekuk home. Kshhhtakekekuk not have tribe. Tribe lost. Filthy lizards attack and Kshhhtakekekuk not find tribe again. Kshhhtakekekuk not leave. Soft skin leave now!”
With a series of clearly angry clicks, the creature spun it's weapon, directing one of it's blades at the Kender. At this time, Scourge had decided to follow the path, and had turned a corner to appear, perhaps 30 feet behind the Mantis Warrior, who seemed to notice him instantly. Spinning, so that his back was to the cliff wall, and Elandor was on his right and Scourge 30 feet to his left, the creature continued in it's droning, humming voice.
“Soft Skin bring other Soft Skins to Kshhhtakekekuk home! Leave Kshhhtakekekuk alone now.”
In his four arms, the weapon began to spin, like a windmills fans.
Posted on 2007-07-20 at 16:15:34.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Song To The Mothers
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Gnomefeld Embassy
“If it isn't too much trouble, might a bit of the meal be spared for my companion here, as well? Conjori may look to be a soft little beast, but he's been through thick and thin with me. Shall we have a story with our meal? I'm not much of a bard, myself, nor have I seen enough years to hold a vast log of stories to tell. Are any of you particularly fond of words, I wonder? Though I will have to return to the inn and my companions at some time, the night is still young, is it not?”
The gnomes smiled brightly at this, and without hesititation, Jenine set down her cup of Silvergrape Wine and began to rustle through a brown, leather sack that lay next to her. Boffi watched her, smiling.
“Good that you should ask, Friend Rinrin!”
Jenine said as she withdrew an instrument that Rinrin had seen many times before, if only in her homeland. The Willow-Wind. It was a slender, wooden tube, half the hight of Jenine, and adornd with wind holes. 6 willow strands hung from it, fastenening small, rounded, wooden shapes. The purpose of the Willow-Wind was to serve as both an instrument of music, and of dance...
“I have been writing an Ode to the Mothers of Migaer (Migaer is the earth), and I have intended to present to the Elders of my Family, this Autumn's Equinox. What joy that I shall be able to present it to you, a representative of one of the Four Mothers, first!”
As she spoke, Boffi and a young, handsome male gnome with longer, golden hair and bright green eyes handed Rinrin and Conjori respectively, plates of crisp meats and boiled and spiced vegetables.
Taking a stand before the fire, Jinine paused to take a breath and gather her focus, before beginning, slowly at first, to spin the Willow-Wind. The melody that poured from the whirring instrument was soft and haunting. Jinine spun suddenly, swooping the Willow-Wind with her, and the melody became almost like a voice, clear and beautiful, drifting over the wind. As she played, she sang, in a voice that was sharp and majestic, even for her small stature.
One with the light of the stars
Woke Firstborns of Ilúvatar (The great creator...Created even the Gods)
One with the trees and the green
Planted all the first seeds
Hope for the others grief
She will come in misery
Ever-Young cares the blooms
Her sister caused the sun and the moon
Valier, Queens of the Gods
Sisters and wives of divine
Maid singers of the world
Composers, creators
One with the laugh and the dance
Spirit maiden in the woodlands
And one with the gift to heal
Gardens of Synovia her realm
Weaver from Timeless Halls
Cast the fate of the other dawn
All the stories within time
In her clouds weaved with pride
Highest Queens in Eã (Universe)
First from Eru's hands
Masters of Esegearth (Heavan)
Almighty of Migaer (Earth)
Valier, Queens of the Gods
Four mothers of the earth
Concerned with life, tears and time
Pure beings of great beauty
Loving hearts, joy and majesty
Lavuria, Inenhalla, Alquelynia
Celevannia...
The song continued for a bit, as dance and music from the Willow Wind, before she finally came to stop, and with a brilliant smile, bowed before the clapping gnomes.
“A beautiful song Jenine!”
Boffi said as he handed her a plate of her own food.
“Surely I felt the very presence of Inenhalla in yonder garden during your song!”
And infact, that was something Rinrin felt herself able to atest to. During the song, she had felt a presence, soft and gentle and loving, and she had felt it coming from the garden...
“Friend Rinrin! What think you? Will the Elders like it? Would it please the Goddesses?”
Jenine was studying Rinrin hopefully.
Posted on 2007-07-20 at 16:03:26.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Reh
Sorry for my absense. As you may have noticed ive been slacking on Noldy as well...tis due to a series of events which have limited my time. No fears though, Ill get a post in tongiht methinks...defenitally by friday evening  .
Posted on 2007-07-19 at 17:31:46.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Night In The Den
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine/ The Riversnakes Den
Since their arrival by boat into the vast and magnificent city of El Jalnine, several hours earlier, Marie had remained in the first Inn they had come across. The Riversnakes Den was your typical Inn, located ideally overlooking the Siris river and it’s constant flow of merchant water traffic. Since their encounter with the monstrous, silver Eel, the day before, It was likely a relief to the huntress to be off the murky, greenish waters of the river, and back on solid ground…Even if the tavern she now resided did remind her of their latest brush with death.
The sun had been hanging like a burning, wavering orange lantern over the spires of the cities western horizon, when they had arrived, and the shadows of night had already begun to creep into the alley ways of the stacked and crowded, white washed riverfront buildings and market ways of El Jalnine. Yet it seemed nightfall wasn’t enough to dissuade her companions from separating for an evening of site seeing, and possibly job seeking. Damien, as usual, had slinked into some corner of the tavern to brood; but she had remained near one of the two Tavern windows, and had been sipping a spiced pomegranate wine (Highly recommended by the barkeep, Lady Jhillan), and had been watching the passing boats with their brilliantly colored sails, and emblazoned hulls, for the past several hours. Now night had fallen, and the river was filled only with the glimmer of the stars, which would shatter occasionally with the passing, black figure of a ship. The Common room was filled with folk. Mostly sailors or fishermen, by their look, but Marie could not understand most of what was being said, and found herself feeling very out of place with her pale skin and hair and foreign dress. Where were the others? She clearly remembered the little kender, Elandor Underhood, explaining that they should meet back here this evening; and yet she was the only one here, aside from the crowds of loud, drinking fishermen. Even Damien could no longer be seen.
So it was that when the tall man dressed in heavy, silver plates of ornate armor pushed open the door and strolled in, that her attention was perked. His skin was paler then the desert people, as was his long, brown hair; and his eyes were blue and piercing. A large, rectangular shield hugged his back, and a finely crafted longsword hung at his hip. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone…
(Welcome to Noldaria, Vani . Grugg, I have introduced you, but you will need a PM from me before you can post )
Posted on 2007-07-12 at 17:18:15.
Edited on 2007-07-12 at 17:24:19 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
I don't see much in terms of being able to use this to figure where the Badger will strike next. I see that the creature has inspected about all of the homes on the outskirts of the village, and some of the northern, slightly more interior homes....It may or may not strike some of the other, unvisited homes next, but None can be sure....doesn't seem to return to the same place twice though...I say we tell the villagers on the outsides of the village to stay with friends and family on the interior, and then we bate the creature into the southern area of unvisited homes...Since, new territory to explore AND the promise of a meal via the bate should without a doubt, attract it.
Posted on 2007-06-30 at 21:03:55.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The response.
“This is a marvellous place, don’t you think so? Is it your home? I must say it is mightily impressing. I understand why you live here. But I’m wondering what you eat. I always heard that insects eat plants, but there aren’t a lot of plants in the desert. Or maybe you grow your own crops inside that building over there, to keep the sun from frying them during the day? You don’t say much do you? Perhaps you’re just shy. That’s alright. I would be shy if I had antennae on my head too. You never know what people think of you if you’re different, right? They always seem to underestimate you, or something. Anyway, I’m not underestimating you, if that’s what you’re thinking right now. Are you thinking that right now?”
The entire time he spoke, the creature stood, unmoving, studying him with those oversized eyes. It's tiny black pupils were locked like those of a mantis on a fly. But now, perhaps to Elandors immense pleasure, it spoke....It took a moment for him to realize that the strange cacophony of humming clicks were actually vocalized words, but once he caught on, Elandor could understand terribly broken Common.
".................Here? Why soft-skin here? Why Soft-skin here? Kshhhtakekekuk can kill soft-skin. Can eat soft-skin. Tell Kshhhtakekekuk why at Kshhhtakekekuk's place of living?"
The creature had moved now, and one, cruel end of it's weapon was pointed at Elandor.
Posted on 2007-06-26 at 02:19:37.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: And on to a price!
His intent was to inform the elder that they were not, infact, the hired swords that the village had been waiting for, and he had accomplished this. Although, his companions responded as if he was turning down the elder, Draven said nothing. So long as the Sylvari knew these weren’t the original sell swords, then there wouldn’t be an unnecessary confrontation when the real sell swords arrived; and that satisfied Draven.
Though as they made their way towards the village center, Draven swore to himself that next time, he would stand by and let them dig their own pits.
As the Elder told the tale of the possessed badger, Draven listened intently. He found this tale….fascinating…
“apparently the animal had been possessed by evil spirits of the woods,”
Draven couldn’t help but smirk.
“Seems to be the trend these days.”
Draven was notorious for his sarcastic humor. Although thus far, he had been on a dour mood on this trip. His recent relief had driven the pangs that haunted him away, and allowed him settle into himself once more. Of course, all that meant was more one liners and sarcastic comments. Draven often found that others could not appreciate his fine taste in humor.
When the Elders tale had concluded, and a veiled Sylvari woman entered the room. An apparent survivor.
“Rovannya is one of the few who escaped the wrath of the creature. She swears its eyes glow in the dark. The homes at the outer rims of our village aren’t safe anymore. Some have been destroyed, others are no longer inhabitable. So far, the creature hasn’t dared enter the village centre yet, but soon it will cross that boundary too. Will you grant us peace and kill this devil? We will reward you with all we have.”
“And what do you have?”
His question was matter of fact.
Posted on 2007-06-25 at 04:20:25.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Bah!
Just to clear something up.....
Draven didnt say he wouldnt help. He said they werent the sell swords. And im going to have him disregard the 'consent' retort, because, like I said, he was referring to the dwarves signing HIM up as a sellsword without his permission.
It's best to let the elf know your not the sell swords, then to say "yeah! Sure! Thats us!" and have teh real sell swords appear later on, and have that whole conflict of false identity.
Posted on 2007-06-24 at 12:57:59.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Oh
Ah...No he meant that you vollunteered the party and he included, as hired help, without informing him.
Posted on 2007-06-24 at 04:56:55.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Huh?
Draven didn't start an argument....
Imagine the situation...Your walking along, on a mission to go to Chakran mountains..suddenly an elf you've never met before pops up and says "OH! Thank god you've made it! Your the mercenaries sent to help us out right?". Your teamates are all like "Uhhh..yup thats us!!"...your just standing there like "wha?? Since when were we hired to help this guy? And whos keeping info from me?" So Dravens basically just told you, that ye need to lay off the booze a bit since yer getting yer missions confused.
Really its a weird situation, to have had teamates go along with it.
Posted on 2007-06-24 at 03:05:50.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Demon
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria
Kal Ajin
Following the kenders advice, Vilyamar and Scourge both set into action. Taking to wing, Orion spiraled into the darkening sky, and Vilyamar paced beside the path, eyeing the rocky hills for a path atop them. Elandor had already darted down the path that ran between the hills, towards the ruins….
When he had found a gentle enough slope, and sufficient handgrips in the outcropping stones, Vilyamar made his way up the hill directly behind the wall that had signaled their arrival. As he passed, the owl took to the air, “hoo’ing” once more before disappearing into the night sky.
As he reached the top of the hill, Vilyamar was careful to keep low. Here and their, rubble crowned the hill. There must have once been a series of walls atop here. Remaining in a crouch, the half elf surveyed his immediate surroundings, and when he had concluded there was no visible threat atop the hill, he proceeded forward. The desert beyond the hills opened before him. These lands south of the Siris River seemed choked with hills and craggy cliffs. The horizon was broken and rugged in the twilight. It may have felt he had stepped into a plain of emptiness, had the ruins of Kal Ajin not lay before him.
A ring of broken stone and wall encircled a series of broken walls and buildings. The whole set of ruins seemed about the size of a castle keep. Had this been a fortress in it’s day? Creeping closer, Vilyamar surveyed the layout of the buildings, and the walls. The hills that surrounded the ruins were smoother on this side, and if he chose, he could easily scale down them, where he would stand outside the broken walls of the fortress. The walls, Vilyamar determined, were broken in so many places, that if he or any other chose, they could come or go into the ruins by nearly any spot, and not need to search for a gateway. This would be useful if any conflict broke out, and they found themselves needing to scatter, or flee. There were 4 buildings within the ring, but only one seemed intact. It was the largest of them, perhaps 200 by 300 feet across, and rising up over the others, and the broken walls. It had the build and look of a keep. Aside from that, Vilyamar could see nothing. No movement, no lights. Turning, he began to make his way back to reunite with the other two.
Orion returned shortly, and hastily informed his master of all that he had witnessed. Scourge remained silent until he saw Vilyamar making his way back down the rocky face of the hill he had climbed. They needed only Elandor now…..
The little kender had slipped down the path that cut between the cliffs like a shadow. He had determined as he went, that this path must have been carved into the hill, and that these cliffs were a scar cut into the earth. Ten foot walls rose here and there from the rubble that lined the path. This must have once been a fortified walkway right between the cliffs! Elandor couldn’t see what good that would do, since the cliffs stood perhaps 5 feet behind the walls, and rose 15 feet above them.
Soon enough the cliffs began to open, and Elandor could see the ruins expanding before him. A massive ring of broken wall and stone encircled four buildings. Three of which were crumbled, but one, against the far back of the ring, was very large and intact. An arched doorway gaped like a toothless mouth into it, and only blackness lay beyond. Elandor had been eyeing this doorway, when he heard a gentle thud behind him.
Turning, Elandor gazed at a creature, the likes of which he had never seen before. The creature stood the size of a man, but to Elandor, it looked like a giant mantis. It stood on two hind legs, and with four arms, gripped a long pole that ended in blades on either end.
Its head consisted of two very large, compound eyes, and massive, mandibles. A pair of antennae rose form its head. Clearly, one could see why a common surveyer fled, screaming “demons and monsters!”
The creature now stood on the path, blocking Elandors return. It studied him with giant, sand colored eyes.
Posted on 2007-06-23 at 16:57:37.
Edited on 2007-06-23 at 16:58:06 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Which means.....
People need to post their opinions in order for us to get an update. So..
Respond to Draven/the dwarves!
Posted on 2007-06-23 at 15:55:33.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Reh?
Either I've been zoning, or the two dwarves are a bit drunk. Our mission is to go to the City of Chakranna, beyond the Sylvari lands...Or did I miss something?
Posted on 2007-06-22 at 23:44:41.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Dwarves and Their Ale....
Draven had not spoken since the ambush at their campsite. He had accepted Loda’s offer to heal his wounds with only a nod of his head and a faint bow that could only have been taken as Draven’s way of saying “thank you.”, before turning to silence. Now, as they trekked the forests of the Kingdom of the Sylvari, he remained near the rear. He had never entered these lands before, and knew little of the Sylvari people. And though the folk they passed seem to be common farmers and locals, Draven had come to the conclusion that the less contact with them, the better. After all, their quest was potentially very important, to a powerful member of Khord society. From what Draven understood, Sylvari and Khord relations were not the greatest, and even if they were, their were shady individuals among every society.
As they neared what must be a Sylvari settlement, Draven found himself fascinated with the fusion of nature and civilization in their settlements. He knew the Sylvari were closely tied with nature, but this was clear evidence at their capabilities to weave themselves right into it’s pattern. He also began to feel an unease building. They shouldn’t be passing right through Sylvari settlements. The group didn’t particularly blend in, and attention would be drawn. Soon enough infact, it was, and no long after, they found themselves stopped by a Syl.
“You must be the sell-swords that come to deal with our problem? The human farmers said you guys wouldn’t be here in a week! My gratitude for making haste.”
Draven was never one to speak up, unless he felt a need to. He remained silent, was very quick to regret it. While the two dwarves spoke, Draven stood behind them, shaking his head in aggravation.
"That be us, solvin problems and home by fourth-meal"
Thondrek was the first to speak.
"So, first the ale, then the details and we can get down te business."
No sooner had he finished, then Loda piped in.
"Yes! Ale sounds like the right thing about now, my skin is just about empty, but if you show me to your supplies, I could brew us up some fine drink! Show ya what some freshly made dwarven ale really is!"
Sighing, and raising his gloved right hand, like a child in the back of the classroom, Draven stepped forward and eyed both dwarves with his unsettling, golden eyes. His look was that of a man who had woken from a nap to find himself in an entirely different kingdom then when he had fallen asleep.
“Perhaps the two of you should ease up on the dwarf-swill, instead of being so eager to get back to drinking. Or did you volunteer our services without my consent?”
Standing straight and turning to the Syl, Draven added.
“We’ve not heard of your problem, sir. We simply happen to be passing through.”
Posted on 2007-06-22 at 23:42:57.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Cathedral of Dawn
Teros stood on the Ivory Road, enwrapped in the shade of the massive, leafy trees that ran alongside it, and in the dying rays of the setting sun, he drank it in. The cathedral sat atop a small, green hill, like a massive white and gold crown. Huge, spindled buttresses ringed the massive, peaked centerpiece. The stone was white, but the gold inlays of the framework and the caps, gleamed as brilliant as if while the sun died, the Cathedral of Dawn would remain, casting it’s light upon the city, throughout the night. Of course, Teros knew this would not be the case. With a pause, he continued up the road, and to the gated wall that surrounded the building. The entire wall, he noticed, along with the surface of the cathedral, was not smooth, but frilled, woven with intricate murals and designs depicting the goddess, saints, and celestial beings he didn’t quite recognize. The cathedral must have taken at least a century to construct!
He had little time to be impressed however. The gate was open, but two men dressed in the intricately crafted, bronze and sapphire armor of the Lady of Light were approaching. They walked leisurely, and their halberds were held against their shoulders. When they reached him, one spoke in Ralnarian.
“The gate closes at sundown, friend. If you wish to make prayer and offerings, you’ll have to do it quick, or in the morning.”
"Good evening friends. I am here seeking training as a defender of Lavuria and her children, not for prayers specifically. Would I be able to enter now and meet my potential teacher? Or at least prove my worth?"
The guards had now approached him fully, and the studied him, as if measuring him. Then one of them spoke. His hair was long, loose black curls, and he bore a pointed goatee.
“You wish to become a Knight of The Dawn? If that Is so, then you will need to prove yourself, not only to us, but to Gracious Lavuria herself.”
He looks at Teros one more time, before saying
“Very well. Follow.”
The man turned towards the gate and beckoned Teros follow; and although his movements were slow and casual, as they reached the gate, he suddenly spun, and like a whirlwind, swept his halbred through the air, catching Teros’ feet, (failed reflex save :/). Before Teros knew what had happened, he lay flat on his back, his head pounding, and his lungs burning from the wind that had been knocked out of him.
He hadn’t time to ponder what was happening, before he saw the broad, flat end of blade of the halbred coming down on him. He was able to roll out of the way just in time…
(Your options? Well you don’t know why the man is attacking you, or what he plans to do…so…react as you see fit…oh, and get on your feet first  )
Posted on 2007-06-20 at 03:12:40.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Come on!
Can we get some posts in people! Pleaaaase!?
Posted on 2007-06-13 at 22:30:11.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Oh Crap!!
I would like to note that Draven looks extremely injured, and blood flows freely as he walks through the campsite, and he's limping slightly.
Wanted to point that out cuz...well...DRAVEN may not be the type to ask for help, but I AM!
Posted on 2007-06-09 at 14:57:26.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: A Sacrifice?
The woman had given him enough trouble this night, Draven had thought, but as they squared off, and their "parting final conversation" commenced, she spoke with a voice, and in a language that, a lifetime ago, would have given Draven chills.
"Xhan' kuvbak hesh, ka sott Draven Ire'Dante. Ze xesdk' bar xut ko haskbak jaris. Yuv xhan'ka geshra koroto quotrokesh."
Her voice was hollow, but as heavy as stone against stone, and the familiarity filled Draven with an impulsive, uneasy rage (and...perhaps a touch of fear?) that he cut her short, and nearly in half as he lunged forward, and drove the wide blade of Grishnak so deep into her that it grazed her spine, and sent blood spraying in a fountain.
She staggered, his blade still driven deep within her, before falling to her knees before him. Her dying hands grasp at the armor at his waist frantically, and he glared down at her, still gripping the handle to the blade that jutted out her back. His eyes cast a burning, yellow light on her paling face. Her final words were in common. (and with a normal voice? Or still that one voice?)
"Worth...Your..."
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and simultaniosly the hound he had glanced, crashed into her. Draven gripped her shoulder and his blade, keeping her on her knees before glaring at the mutt of a companion that followed Loda around.
"You might want to turn your head, little friend."
His voice was cold, but he winked at the dog, and grinned. If the dog could sense coldness, then that grin would have sent chills down it's spine.
Turning back to the woman, Draven braced Grishnak for a moment, while he pulled back the black glove that covered his right hand. The mark that mottled his flesh swayed and wavered, as if it possessed it's own life, on his flesh. He stared at it a moment, then down at the woman, whos eyes were glassing over.
His fist clenched.
Make my life worthy of it's potential..."
He peered down at her.
"What is youre story?"
Not that it mattered. Or so he told himself. She had what he needed. But he hesitated a moment, and his heart chilled. Was she a normal woman? Perhaps possessed and lead to him? Dravens fingers twitched, but the sudden sound of feet rushing through the brush toward him snapped him into action.
Gritting his teeth into what could only be described as a snarl, he snapped his hand forward, grasping her clammy forhead. Gripping the hilt of his blade with the other, he yanked it up, and he felt her flesh tear, but he lifted her closer to his face.
Moving his hand over her forhead and through her hair, he gripped it. He could feel it now. He could taste her. The emptiness he had begun to feel was filling once more, and he would be sustained.
Kneeling over her, he placed his forhead against hers, he could feel her now, struggling, fighting. But it was hopeless. She battled a power greater than Draven Ire'Dante, and against that power, she would not win. His burning, gold eyes stared into her pale, lifeless ones, and, for a second, he wished she could.
When it was over, he held a drained shell of flesh and gore. Blood had run down the hilt, staining his hand. Her entrails had begun to spill through the massive hole Grishnak had now split, and as he let go of her head, it fell back like a ball tied to a sack.
He dropped her and stood, withdrawing his blade and wiping it on her clothes, before resheithing it, and inspecting her corpse. He didn't care for jewels or gold. He wanted a clue.
(He will not speak to anyone. He will go about his search, get up, and head back to the camp, but he will sit at a distance, perhaps under a tree, about 100 yards or so from the camp, where he can see whats going on, but have solitude. If someone chooses to follow him, its as if he does not notice them. He seems in his own little world while going about searching the body and heading to his spot.)
Posted on 2007-06-09 at 01:38:09.
Edited on 2007-06-09 at 07:07:44 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Bah
There's nothing to aid with. Now away with you!
Posted on 2007-06-09 at 00:19:09.
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