You are here: Home --> Forum Home --> Recent posts by Valimar
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
When the bright light faded Elandor could clearly see the ogre he just shot at lying on the ground, its skull bashed by one of the kender’s pebbles. An extra rush of adrenaline shot through Elandor’s body. He bumped his chest with the shooting end of his hoopak and pointed it at the dead ogre in disdainful victory. He simply felt great.
Still, the battle wasn’t won yet. Three ogres were still standing and looked more deadly than before. Elandor saw how Vilyamar moved towards the back of the ogre and stood ready to punch its spine to grits. The monster was now standing between Teros and the monk, and had to divide its attention to both sides. Thinking that it would be too busy fighting to notice him Elandor sprinted towards the nearest tree and reloaded his hoopak. Using the distraction he aimed once more for a vulnerable spot in the ogre’s defense.
(OOC: Elandor will attempt another sneak attack at the OB on the far left. It is flanked and thus vulnerable to sneak-attacks.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:08:52.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
The heavy club connected with Damien’s leg, producing a sickening crack and sending bolts of pain racing through his body. Carried by the tremendous impact of the blow, the bard’s legs flew out from under him, and he crashed hard to the dirt. However, despite the inability to hold himself up, he clenched his jaw tightly, and reached out shaking hands, clutching the ogre’s thick ankle and locking a grip upon it.
With every large stride the ogre took, Damien was dragged through the dirt, much of the filth being turned up into his mouth and eyes, mixing with the tears caused by the pain. After being pulled several yards, they stopped, and Damien knew that the ogre was now focused on him, though he did not look up to see it.
His hand trembled as he reached down to take hold of one of his daggers, intent on hamstringing the beast to protect Mahou, but before he could draw the blade across leathery flesh, he heard the impact of an arrow into flesh, and the ogre fell to the ground beside him. Turning his eyes upwards, he saw that Mahou had driven the final nail into the coffin, slaying the beast.
Having done his best to protect Mahou, the bard released the trunk-like leg of the monster, and sprawled out, his limbs twitching from the pain.
“Mahou...” His normally melodic voice was wracked with agony. “Help...me...”
The satyr moved over to him, telling him to be still. He closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the blazing pain coursing through his leg and up into his body. He could not see what she was doing, but the pain began to fade at a rapid pace, leaving his body entirely. He opened his eyes to see her sitting above him, slowly rising to her feet with her bow in hand, stating that perhaps she should protect him.
He smiled faintly, feeling his strength restored to his body as he pushed himself upright, moving to snatch up his rapier once again. Giving it a swish, he moved to stand near Mahou once again. “Thank you, Mahou.” He spoke to her, his voice back as it once was. “I’m not going to leave your side.”
(OOC: Damien will repeat the same technique as before, only this time, if an ogre comes near, Damien will reach to unclasp his cloak and hurl it at the ogre’s head, then attempt an attack for the sternum.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:08:33.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Healing Resulst
Teros- + 18-43/61
Lightly bleeding left shoulder-very little movement penalty (Near fully healed)/Deeply hacked right thigh-Moderate movement penalty (A limp)
Damien- + 14-40/40
Perfect Condition
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:08:16.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros kneeled on the ground, he felt horrible, but knew that too much lay in the future for him to die now. Suddenly he felt the power rush throuh him, and he knew his wounds were healing. He knew that now was the time to attack.
Quickly, he whispered the command word for his sword, and smiled as it burst to life. Without warning, he burst forward, almost dragging himself with quickness that had to surprise the ogres. He found himself against the one on the far left with the large greataxe. From the momentum of the step, he thrust his sword forward. Then, without breaking stride, the pulled it back and slashed down with it.
((First I change dodge to the ogre with the greataxe on the far left. I let go of expertise, and I activate my weapon. I take a 5 foot step to get in front of the ogre I mentioned above, and to dodge attacks of oppurtunity. Finally I take a full attack option.))
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:07:56.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou's hair ruffled behinde her shoulders dancing over the curve of those jet black horns in such a way that it cascaded in every direction. Her bow stil held at the ready for the time being Mahou's eyes had followed the last arrow. Those deep redish pools focusedon the oger as it slump then fell to the ground. a Slight smike at her own brilliant shot spread across her lips as she lowered her bow.
Hurring forward now, Mahou moved to The ogers side, where Damien lay on the ground. Quit gracefully for her form, Mahou kneeled down beside Damien.
"Do not move." She said in a calm voice as looked to see where the other ogers where. it seemed that the others had some control over the matter at the very least the ogers where far enough away where she could consintrate on healing the dark bard. Mahou's eyes lowered to Damien, and she at once, with out a word began to look over his injuries.
her slender hands began to drift over Damins body, in a tentative way, she seemed to search more with her feelings hands then her eyes, keeping the touch was light enough not to hurt him to badly. When satified with her hands positions she closed her eyes letting the engergies of nature travle through her. Using the skills learned in her years of life, Mahou began to work her magic to heal Damien's leg. (Heal Med wounds. thats a 2d8 +4 i beleive).
"Perhaps now is the time that i shall protect you my friend." Mahou said once she was finished. picking her bow off the ground Mahou raised to her feet, and inspected the battle making sure there was still need for her help. She would stay next to damien, making sure he was alright to stand once again. from here if the help was needed she would fire her bow at the oger to which her party seemed to be having the most problem with.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:07:37.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
There just wasn't enough room. The low light caused the monk to misjudge the actual height betweent he ogre's swing and the ground and as a result, paid for it with pain. Barely a gasp escaped as his ribs crunched beneath the strength of the ogre's swing, for his training saw to that. At least he had the right of mind to finish what he started, landing in a crouch and wrapping his nunchaku around the bleeding and dying ogre.
He started at the sudden flaring light coming from the other side of the encampment, but was even more startled as the ogre they were attacking fell suddenly with a rock in its eye. He shot a look back at the bushes and smiled, knowing a little friend had found his way about to help out. He grimaced though as he brought his head back, shots of pain running along his side.
The battle however was not over with the downing of a single, or even two ogres. Teros lay hurt and under stress from two more attackers, whilst the newcomer, Scourge dealt with a third. Orion hovered above, though it flew down, magical energy flaring and causing the bloodflow to stem or at least slow from some of Teros' many wounds. Vilyamar could make out the faint blue glow of the bard's rapier over in the distance and saw the bard lying in pain on the ground, the Satyr behind him and in between them a downed ogre, though one of the smaller ones. The ogre with the axe withdrew it from Teros' leg for another strike.
Wincing in pain, he looked at Derak and simply pointed to the large ogre with the axe.
"Distract it." Was all he said. It was all he hoped he needed to say.
Moving as fast as he could, but disengaging from possible current confrontation with the ogre with the axe, Vilyamar moved towards the road, hoping to get around the ogre without him noticing. With luck, Derak, Teros and the others could keep him busy whilst the monk gained better position. He kept his still glowing nunchaku close and put them behind him hopefully hiding some of the tell-tale colour, but prepared to use the defensively if need be.
((If successful to get around))
Once behind the ogre, Vilyamar moved silently up within arms length. He focused on the ogre's back, watching for any sudden movements. Within moments the target had been acquired and he steeled himself against any pain from his cracked ribs. His right arm thrust out suddenly a loud gasp all that signaled its way as it pummeled into the ogre's spine. As quickly as the punch moved out, Vil spun clockwise, lower his body and extending his right leg, sweeping it, hoping to take out the ogre and bring it down to the ground.
((Recap: Moves slightly back and around the OB, keeping the nunchuks behind him and moving as silently as possible. Creeping up Punches (stunning strike) spine and then drops to do a leg sweep (improved trip).
PS I hope thats all legal and whatnot...)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:07:19.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
Scourge blinked once, twice as he approached the line of one, a wounded Teros he had hoped to aid with a well placed fireball spell. It would seem however that lady luck wasn't smiling upon his magical prowess that day, or that Erenall himself wanted Scourge to prove himself the way he knew best, in melee.
Teros was growing larger into view as he approached, and as missles flew and his sword hacked desperately to defend the overwhelming odds, when Scourge stepped up behind him, he could smell the fear... or perhaps that was just the ogres.
Scourge stepped off the the right, to engage the axe wielding ogre who dared defy the will of Scourge, the very will of Judgement itself which proclaimed that its life would end here and now.
An audible sound of pain escaped Teros' lips, and Scourge knew he was in trouble. However, Scourge himself was engaged, so it was to be Orion to the rescue; while calling upon his diety Scourge's muscles bulged, knuckles whitening around Dawnbringer and he attacked. (feat of strength free action power for a 24 str for my attack this round. Dawnbringer +11atk, 2d4+11 damage)
Like a bolt from the heavens the bird would dive, and whilst Scourge dealt with the ogre before him, he would take the time to incant and send through his trusted companion as soon as it grasped Teros shoulder sending into him a Cure Serious Woundsspell (3d8+5HP). Orion stayed attached to Teros like an impromptu pauldron (shield), and as Scourge works his way over to him, Orion will add the effect of his Shield spell to aid the cause, directing the invisible protective disc to intercept any oncomming attacks. [designating the coverage obviously at the two ogres] (+7ac to Teros as the invisible shield arcs infront of him) as Scourge casts it upon himself.(this is after dealing with the ogre and having Orion heal, so on the next round while he's getting there, he'll cast Shield to aid Teros through his bird.::this is done for multiround posting:: ) In his raven voice the bird almost seemed to grin. "The calvary has arrived." To the stunned and heavily pressed warrior, Orion must've looked like some divine zephyr sent from on high.
With mental praise to his companion, Scourge will work his way through his ogre towards the battle which rages around Teros.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:07:03.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Ogre Battle
August 8th/Saturday Evening
Thollin Wilderness/Near the Northern Thollin Border
Northern Old Highway
As midnight’s dark shadows drifted through the ancient walls of the wild valley, the waning moon sank from it’s perch atop the sky, until it hovered just above the black silhouette of the trees. The deep recesses above were swirled with silver glitter. A soft breeze whispered gently through the valley boughs. It was laced with the harsh clashes and cries of battle. Moonlight’s silver threads now draped and trailed behind swinging blades, rather than peacefully blanketing the sleeping grass.
It was a well-known fact that the wildlands of northern Thollin were a danger to travelers. It was too close to the borders of Throndell, which overlapped the barbarian lands to the north. Too few cities dotted these hills, and too many vulnerable hamlets. Life was indeed tough in these northlands. Too often, wandering packs of barbarians or vagabonds would slip into the civilized countryside, in hopes of an easier way of life. Easier in that their victims were less protected.
So it was that, itching for bloodshed, and longing for the reward that oftentimes accompanied it, the band of Ogre’s, barbarian murderers, came across and engaged in battle with the party.
Well acquainted with the dangers of highway travel, the group was on it’s feet and as prepared as could be for such an unexpected battle.
Teros, who stood alone at the crown of the ledge, between the ogres and the camp, had only just enough time to assure the consciousness of his comrades, before the giants were up the slope and upon him. The warrior watched their thundering approach with passive confidence. He was the front line of this battle, he knew that. He also knew he was in a dangerous position. One ogre is deadly enough to give a warrior second thoughts, but here, he was all that stood in the path of a pack of them.
Any doubt that crept into the desert man’s mind was quickly pushed aside, or smothered by grim acknowledgment of his duty. Until the group was up and prepared to fend for itself, he was the only one that could face the ogres. Setting his footing, and tightening his grip on the finely carven handle of his longsword, Teros let his arms dangle loosely as he watched them thunder up the slope at him. All five were set on him. His eyes flashed, but his mind was aloof. His focus was steel. His blade danced in the moonlight as he tapped the grassy earth with its tip, before bringing it up to defend himself, as the wave of ogres crashed upon him. In the last moment before he was engaged, his dark eyes caught a silver flash sink into the thick thigh of the ogre farthest to his left, and Vilyamar and Derak dive into the fray.
***
As the peaceful embrace of sleep was broken by the shouting of Teros, some ten feet out from camp, and the harsh cries of their shady companions familiar, the party knew full well what was taking place. Jumping to their feet, they did not hesitate to see what was attacking them. Wiping the sleep from their eyes as best they could, they were quick to strap on any armor, and draw their weapons. Peering into the darkness, they were just in time to see five, big ogres crashing upon their brave companion, who stood alone, defending them.
A shurikan cut through the shadows and buried itself in the bare thigh, just above the kneecap of the far left ogre. He grunted, and turned attention from Teros, to see Vilyamar and Derak charging valiantly in his direction. None noticed the crimson bead of light that whizzed over head, until it erupted into a ball of fire at the base of the slope, Singeing the backs of ogres, and causing a general hesitation. Scourge had let loose his first spell, hoping to catch any lagging ogres. All were lucky.
***
Four set’s of axes and clubs began raining down upon the lone fighter. Deflecting the first club with his rising blade, and dodging the second, Teros realized that his efforts may be futile. Indeed, the rusty blade of an axe sunk deep into his bare, lower left shoulder letting lose a cascade of crimson.(15d) The warrior cried out, but was able to deflect a second axe swing. Thank Lavuria he was right handed. An arrow sunk into the left forarm of the farthest right Ogre…a club wielding one. It grunted and turned it’s attention from the wounded yet still fighting Teros, to charge in the direction of Damien, who stood with his frosty rapier drawn, ready to defend Mahuo.
***
In the split second before discovering that they were being attacked, and watching the ogres collide with Teros, Vilyamar had devised and relayed a quick plan with Derrak, who agreed with a grunt and drew his precious Jilly. With a flick of his thin wrist, the monk sent a shurikan just above the right kneecap of the leftmost ogre. The beast grunted and turned to see Vilyamar charging him, with Derrak right behind. Setting his leather wrapped feet in a wide footed stance, the ogre prepared for combat. Swiftly, the monk tried to dive under the ogres swing…only, their wasn’t enough room beneath it. In midair he felt the club connect with a sickening crunch into his ribs.(18d, forced to make Fort save to complete goal/pass) Years of training in the martial arts had taught him to master the blocking of pain, and the monk, having been sent sideways, was able to roll into a crouch and spring behind the ogre just as Derrak, with a mighty warcry, brought his silver bastard sword down upon the ogre between the right shoulder and the neck. Filthy, soiled leather armor split and a dark bloodstain quickly made it’s way down wrapped and torn front. The ogre cried out and swung at the warrior. It’s club bounced off his left shoulderplate, leaving a nice dent. At the same time, however, Vilyamar sprung and wrapped the wounded monster in the back of his shaggy head. Blue sparks flashed, illuminating for but a second, the gleaming blades and wet blood that made up the center of the fray.
***
The ogre angrily snapped the arrow that had sunk into it’s forearm and charged the direction of Mahuo, who had sunk back, into the shadows. The dark, cloaked figure of Damien LeBlaque stepped before him, however, and parried the wild swipe of his club. Growling in anger, the ogre swung again, but the nimble bard hopped back out of it’s reach. A thwain, and a hiss sounded the arrow that sunk into the leather armor of the monsters chest. He grunted in pain, and tore out the arrow, before swinging a powerful, diagonal blow that cratered the earth and bounced dirt off Damien’s black, loose sleeved tunic.
“Filthy maggot!”
The ogre glared at Damien with black, hateful eyes, and lifted his club again. The bard readied his rapier. Another arrow flew over his shoulder, and whizzed by the ogre, into the darkness of the valley.
***
To put it blandly, Teros was having a hell of a time. Three ogres, including the two, larger, axe wielding monsters had been beating at him with malicious brutality. In the dark he could not make out their swings, and was forced to back up, swinging blindly with his good arm at their general direction. Though his left arm hung limply at his side, dripping with blood, and the fact that he was outnumbered three to one, with a veil of night obscuring his accuracy, he stood resolute, gritting his white teeth and praying for help.
Suddenly the darkness was swept away and the campsite was washed with a brilliant, white light. A towering figure had stepped behind Teros, and had set his great scythe with the brightness of the sun. The battle seemed to pause, and for perhaps a moment, Teros’ thought his prayers may have been answered. They were, but by the Scourge of the Vile. The three ogres froze, staring at the towering, hooded sillouette that held the scythe. Taking this moment, he stepped to the side of the ogres, so that he was flanking the rightmost, axe bearing ogre. As if it was forged from the fires of the sun itself, the blade of the scythe swept through the ogres right, axe bearing bicep.
***
The brilliant, white light that had blossomed to the right of Derak and Vilyamar caused them, along with the ogre to hesitate for just a moment. At the exact moment, a sickening smack was heard, and the ogre they battled sprawled onto his back…His long, braided hair still smoking and a pool of crimson spreading. A small pebble lay, imbedded in the socket of his left eye.
Elandor had spent what seemed to him, an eternity of missed action crawling through the shadows of the forest, until, leaning against the rough bark of a solid Maple he spotted, not 20 feet away, a lone ogre had been singled out by Derak and Vilyamar. Taking his time, he had felt the cool, moist soil, until he found a fitting pebble. Setting it into the deep folds of the leather sling of his hoopak, he drew back and fired. At that moment, a bright light erupted from the camp, bathing him, and everyone else in white…It took a long moment for the kender’s eyes to adapt, but when they did, he saw the ogre he had shot at, sprawled on it’s back.
***
Despite the dark, Damien was able to continually deflect or dodge the enraged ogres swings. Over and over again he would parry a wild swipe, before sidestepping the violent follow-up. Suddenly, a brilliant light swept over him, dazzling his eyes. His focus broke, and the massive club collided with the side of his left shin, sweeping him off his feet.(12d) Seeing pain shot up his legs, and tears blinded him. Another arrow sunk into the Ogres chest, and in its rage, it forgot about the bard and started towards Mahuo, who stood fully exposed beside a thin, scraggly tree. He knew his duty, and he would not let her down. As the ogre stepped by him, Damien clutched onto it’s thick ankle. He held tight as it dragged him several yards, before pausing. He did not look up, but he knew it’s attention was on him. With one arm still wrapped around it’s shin, he reached down, into one of his tall, black leather boots and withdrew a gleaming throwing knife. thwap, he felt the leg buckle, and the ogre collapse beside him, gasping for the breath it’s punctured lung would not hold. Mahuo had downed it.
***
In the light of Scourges scythe, Teros found encouragement. He could finally see well enough to fight. His towering companion engaged with one of the axe bearing ogres, and judging by the roar of pain it bellowed, was faring well. Successfully he parried two blows, and heard the thud of a falling ogre. The ogre Vilyamar and Derrak battled. He deflected an axe swipe, then a club, but suddenly they both crashed down on him at once. Swiping his sword weakly at the two swings, he was able to protect his face from the incoming club, but a sinking, terrible pain running up his right thigh told him the axe had connected again.(21d) His conciousness wavered, and the pain in his leg dropped him to one knee. He fought on though, the thought of Mya and the home he was traveling too keeping him going.
DM’s Notes
Ok, consult the new diagram I have below if you need help regaining your bearings.
Statistics are as follows
Opponents
2 dead ogres
1 moderately wounded ogre fighting Scourge
2 Fine ogres fighting Teros
Party
Teros-25/61 HP (<-25 Out of 61 remaining)
Badly hacked left shoulder- cannot move left arm/Badly hacked right thigh-huge movement penalties
Derrak-51/51 HP
Vilyamar-30/48HP
Badly fractured left ribs
Damien-28/40HP
Fractured left shin- movement penalties/sprained left knee-cannot support
Mahuo-38/38HP
Elandor-33/33HP
_____________OB_O__OB
_________VR___TS______SE
++______***__________________________+++
+ER+_____DK_________________________+++
+++++_____________(FR)_______________++++
++++++____________________DM______++++++
++++++++++__________________***__++++++++
++++++++++++++_____________MO++++++++++
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:06:30.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
Damien bolted upright at the sounds of the alert provided by Orion and Teros. He had slept lightly, away from the others, but was not outside of the range of the calls. It was dark out, and he had a difficult time seeing what was going on, but he readied himself nevertheless, tossing back his head and pushing his hair away from his face. Knowing the discomforts of sleeping in armour, he had removed the leather breastplate prior to his resting, and quickly donned it, throwing his cloak about his neck, and buckling on his sword belt.
Wrapping his slender hand about the hilt of his rapier, he drew it with a hiss, shifting it about in his hand until it was comfortably held. His thin lips worked, forming simple arcane words that unlocked the magic within that blade, causing frost to rise up from the hilt, sweeping over the length of the blade. A brief glint of moonlight on the blade of his thin sword brought a small smile to his face, and he looked forward to see flashes of moon rays on steel, armour and weapons of their foes. The outlines of the attackers were visible in the dark, but the gutteral shouts and roars indicated that they were ogres.
Behind him, Mahou rushed to take a position. A thought crossed his mind, forming his battle plan. Mahou had a bow. He had seen her use it in the past. Her marksmanship would be a great asset to the fight against the oncoming brutes.
“Heads.” She spoke to him, and loosed an arrow, screaming past his ear towards the ogres.
“Stay behind me!” He hissed to her, tossing his cloak back in a dramatic fashion, much as an actor in a playhouse would do before a great battle. Performing a swift sweep to bring his sword before him, the tip pointed in a slant towards the ground, he let his free hand hover behind him, providing him with better balance as he readied himself for the attack.
The shouts and howls of the ogres was enough to give him brief doubts towards his elected plan, but he held firm, waiting for them to near. “Whatever you do, Mahou, stay behind me. I won’t let them touch you.”
(OOC: Damien has employed the Fencing Stance for a +2 bonus to AC, and will set Dodge against the ogre that comes nearest to him while he defends Mahou. Rather than attack, however, he will use Expertise to give himself a +5 bonus to AC and -5 to attack, and will use the Fight Defensively action. His goal is to occupy the ogre trying to attack Mahou or himself long enough for her to shoot at point blank.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:06:09.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak was pleases that he wasn’t first on night watch tonight. Derak had grown very tired from the days hustle through the woods. Derak sat uneasy on the ground near the fire. For the last couple of days had softened him up from wilderness life. He eyed the newcomer cautiously and questionably. What was he to think of the man? Derak unsheathed Jilly, he sighed into the polish flat of the sword causing a vapor fog to form. He rubbed it off with the wool of his sleeve and laid down perching the sword on his chest. He yawned and slipped off into sleep with the roar of the fire as his lullaby.
Derak awoke to the raven, “for gods sake will you shut the hell up!” But Derak realized the bird wasn’t being a pest or a nuisance it was actually meaning to awake him. His eyelids swung open and he sprung up from his spot still clutching Jilly. He heard foreign noises off in the darkness. The fire had died making sight harder for the group. As the hostiles approached Derak could make them out as ogres. They were outnumbered which was an advantage for the group. Vilymar the monk began to give Derak orders. He agreed, the monk did his part in the flank then Derak made his move. Derak’s eyes widened exposing the vicious whites of his eyes and grinding teeth. His grip on the hilt of Jilly tightened until his knuckles were white. He ran at the ogre with a violent roar and swung down horizontally with all his might at the ogre.
OOC:Sorry bout the wait
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:05:50.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
The journey had been quiet save for the man named Teros recounting memories of times past, about his homeland where they were heading to, and of what they could expect to find along the way. though they had not made much headway before deciding to encamp for the night, Scourge was at least complacent about the overall demeanor of his newfound companions.
His typical white knuckle grasp on Dawnbringer relaxed as he took to his evening's slumber. It was Orion's enhancd senses that first stirred scourge, the blade's elm pommel digging into the ground and the massive figure standing to survey what the Raven had already told him...Ogres.
Tero's voice echoed on the wind was somewhere below them, and was comming closer. Scourge started striding forward, his darkvision allowed him to make out what perhaps other's could not. he thought to maybe to utilize the power of his weapon to bring light to the party, knowing though they held the advantage of height, the orgres like him could see much better in the dark than many of his own travelling party. Instead, he strode forward mulling over the possibilities, he thought of slowing them with sticky strands of acrid web, but seeing Vilyamar (and possibly Derak) charging, he thought that he may endanger them rather than aide them with such a spell, so instead, he muttered the incantations of a combat spell, and soon a tiny bead of incandescant crimson sped past the members of the party, down towards the ogre party, and landing just behind them (to allow Teros a better chance of being saved) it exploded into a swirling mass of flames ala the fireball spell.
Scourge will continue to walk on, and checking out Vilyamars, Elandor's, and Mahou's ranged attacks (and any others, when he finally gets to stand in line next to Teros) if they look like the darkness is affecting their shots, he'll ignite Dawnbringer into it's blazeing light illuminating the area (though not blinding anyone)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:05:33.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
Elandor sighed deeply as Teros told the tale of his love. What a generous women she was. The kender fell silent, thinking of how this generosity would influence her life. How it would influence his life, were he cast his own person aside for the benefit of other beings. To exclude one’s own being in giving away your possessions, how could a person find satisfaction in that. For Elandor, giving away his prized possessions was similar to going through hell. He found himself touching the fork with one finger, to feel if it was still there. He would have to watch his belongings while around Teros’s lady.
The Campfire
died down, and with it fell the kender’s eyelids. Long had he been staring into the fire, and checking on the contents of his pouches, discovering long-forgotten items including a mouldy piece of pie that he threw away now, a black stone, a yellow tooth that Elandor believed belonged to a troll, and two darts that had fallen into his pouch in some tavern. Remembering the stories that stuck to those things the kender filled his evening, occasionally chuckling to himself. Even now, in his sleep, soft grins escaped his lips.
Then suddenly he was rudely awakened by the raven’s croaking voice. They were under attack, or would soon be. Elandor jumped up in eager anticipation.
This is what adventuring is supposed to be! he thought, yawning away his sleep quickly. Seeing 5 large figures with similar weapons penetrating their campsite he sprang away behind a tree, snatching his hoopak from its position on the ground.
As quickly as he could he hid in the shadows that the tree produced. Using the shadows that surrounded the area he made his way to another tree, closer to the ogre on the far left. Coming within fire range he took his hoopak and aimed for a weak spot, trying to get the advantage of not being seen.
(OOC: Elandor will try to sneak-attack the ogre, from his hiding place. If the ogre comes his way he will hide again and try to get the same advantage again from another position. If the ogre does not come his way he will try another sneak-attack with a flanking advantage.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:05:15.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
((Dodge set against closest ogre with axe.))
They reached a suitable site for camp and took it. The monk surveyed their chosen site well, knowing that raids in the night were common everywhere, and he wished to not be caught unawares. He went out, gathered some firewood with a few of the others and returned to find that the areas was secure, or so said Mahou, Damien and Elandor. He trusted that they did not miss anything between them.
The night wore on and the meal went by quickly. They soon figured out the order of the watch and Vilyamar volunteered to take the first one. As the night deepened, the monk sat facing out from the flames, letting his eyesight adapt to the darkness. The early night came and went peacefully and the great silver orb that was the moon floated up into the dark sky. Some clouds obscured the light of the stars now and then and the night breeze left the air a little chilly, but nothing to worry about.
Vilyamar's wool cloak pressed around him and he let his ears open to the sounds of the night. There were a few rustles of woodland creatures and the steady rythym of the others' breathing. The occasional hoot of an owl let him know that the balance was in order here. His watch hours dwindled and The moon rose higher in the sky, so it was that he got up and awoke the desert man, Teros from his rest.
He silently padded to where he was resting and reaching out gave a little tug on the man's arm.
"Teros!" he whispered, "Now is your watch. The fire died long ago, but that should be no consequence, it should attract no hostile beings this way. The night is nice anyways."
With that he went back to his own space, and promptly lay down for his rest. He could hear Teros shuffling to get to the watch spot but soon Vil tuned out, knowing the day would be long tomorrow as well and as much rest as possible was needed to keep going.
Rest, thought, was short. The half-elf awoke to a horrid squawking sound. Instinct brought him to his feet in an instant, his nunchaku drawn and the runes flaring to life. A soft blue and red glow emanated from the bars and he looked around to see what was the matter. The rest of the party did so as well, and they were all alerted to the danger of the 5 large, shadowy figures that charged at the sound a loud yell from whichever was their leader.
Vil switched his nunchaku to his left hand and reached inside his shoulder sash with the other. When he pulled it out a small metal shuriken was between his forefinger and middle finger.
Looking at Derak, who stood before him, he said: 'Let us take out the smaller one on the left first, and then concentrate on the large one with the axe. You take it from the front, I'll flank it.'
Before Derak could question the plan, Vilyamar sprang into action. A flick of his wrist sent the shuriken flying into the face of the oncoming ogre. As the ogres came within 10 feet of Derak, Vilyamar started his run. He dashed beyond Derak and as he reached the ogre, dove below its wild swing of its club and rolled behind. Spinning on his toes, he wheeled around with his nunchaku and smashed the ogre as it slowed to contemplate just where he had gone to.
((Thats a flick o da wrist, a dash, duck, dive & roll beneath the swing, spin towards the rest of the ogres and strike with the nunchaku to the head, neck or knees.))
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:05:01.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou's hooves dug into the dirt of the road leaving what any tracker might think as a dear or sheep print. though to close to really be that of a four legged animal. Mingled in between her own footfalls where that of Gemi, his tiny bear like paws padded softly across the compacted road. Mahou's almond eyes followed the sky line as the sun began to pull the moon into the sky. Her arms free of Gemi's burden, Mahou swung them leisurely as she trotted just behind the group.
The day had seemed to pass all to soon, and before Mahou knew it, the sun hardly colored her hair nor the sky. Camp was being made as Mahou offered to scout around the area. With a quick glance towards Damien, and a nod that offered for him to join her, Mahou trotted off down the hill. As she moves, her eyes scanning about her, her hands where absent mindedly tangling through her hair loosing the braids she'd put in that morning. Even as the hair fell free about her shoulders, wafting over the curves of her horns, Mahou seemed to have the look of a human about her. The Fay blood that coursed through veins though painfully obvious, it did not completely mask her human heritage.
Making their rounds Mahou lead herself Damien and Elandor back around to the camp. Even in the dyeing light Mahou seemed confident of her wear abouts. Her eyes remained half open, and her ears perked to listen to the wind and tress as if they told her something no one else could hear. Perhaps there was nothing there at all, either way Mahou trotted on back towards the camp.
Mahou had picked a spot near the fire for her bed, and with Gemi snuggled up close to her she laid and watched the rest of the group. Several times Mahou adjusted her common shirt, having discarded her armor some time ago. She still felt rather confined in the human clothing. a fact she would have to get use to, knowing that these men where not accustom to their woman walking around undressed. Such a silly habit in the heat of the sun, but to each his own. Mahou's eyes glanced to each of her companions, the only one who looked as if he'd known the taste of the sun was Tero's who's skin was close to the same deep tan as hers. Though she assumed that he'd seen much more of the sun then she, for his flesh stayed darker then her own. They must of had long summers where he was from. Musing on this along with other long missed pleasures, Mahou drifted off to sleep, paying little mind to the others around the camp fire.
~*~In the night~*~
Mahou woke suddenly to the bluster of something in the distance, to the cry of Scourges winged companion, and to Teros' warning. Sitting up straight, Mahou's head spun around to the cause of all the noise. It did not take her but a moment to realize what was going on. Her fingers slid through the grass about her un tell they brushed over the dear horn nock of her bow. Quickly Mahou gripped the nock pulling the weapon close to her. With her other hand she lifted her quiver up over her shoulder. Gracefully her hand slid down the limb of the bow un tell it found the swine covered grip. By this time Mahou had risen to a stand and was moving into position just behind Damien.
Standing there behind Damien, Mahou let her eyes fall on the shadowy figures that charged up the crest of the hill in front of them. The soft cotton shirt she wore fluttered about her furry hips engaging in a waltzed with the lengths of hair that blanketed her shoulders. Mahou tossed back a thick drape of hair that fell over her shoulders as she reached back to fetch an arrow. Pulling her hand forward quickly Mahou notched her arrow and drew back the string as far as her arms would allow her. Stepping to her right.
“Heads” She called to Damien as she aimed weapon and loosed the arrow towards it's target.
(Mahou will continue to fire as many arrows as needed, keeping in mind that she needs some distance between her, she will move away from the main fray backing up into the trees if need be to keep herself fom becomeing a direct target.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:04:44.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Seeing the line of foes before him, Teros pushed down the urge to charge, knowing those long limbs would beat him before he arrived. Seeing his allies awake he took a step back, getting in a line. Finally he settled down to a defense. The desert had taught him to wear his opponet down and let him come to you before you attacks, especially in these cases. Putting his mind into a battle state, he focuses on the ogre in front of him, his feet already dancing. Then he put his sword low, tapping it against the ground as he feet danced, his grip was tight but his arm was loose. He prepared to bat away their weapons in case dodging was not enough. Then he glanced around his surroundings, making sure his defense was airtight.
((I declare dodge against the ogre directly in front of me. I use expertise to give myself a -5 to attack and a +5 to defense. Finally I use a full defense action. I forget what hold the line does, but since I'm now in a line I bet it does something useful, so if someone has sword and fist, could they inform me so I can see if that gives me a bonus here as well. Stupid books just dissapear..like those dice...))
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:03:38.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Road to Elderast
Mid August/Saturday Evening
Thollin Wilderness/Near the Northern Thollin Border
The rugged, rolling, northern-Thollin landscape was ablaze with the fires of a dying, late summer sun. A low, golden mist had nestled itself about the feet of wild hills, flowed along low, dipping valleys. The sky itself had transcended from a brazen, azure shell, to an unworldly, lavender dome. Though the sun still hung low, like a burning, orange orb, a nearly full moon had emerged vaguely, at the summit of the sky. Faint sparkles congregated about it, like tiny, celestial followers of the Night Queen (Nickname of the moon goddess, who steers it across the sky), come to peer shyly at the gold-washed finish of the suns reign.
The air was cool, yet heavy with the promise of rain, though no clouds streaked the sky. The faint, tart smell of ripe berries and young apple laced the gentle breeze that carried the sigh of the grass and trees, and the eerie music of the moon followers. It swept through the hair, and ruffled the cloaks of they party invitingly. To some, it was a relief to have left the forest of the elves.
They had met, and acquainted themselves with an individual who had been placed in their midst without the slightest hint of their approval. He was met with a blend of reactions; distrust, confusion, curiosity and eagerness lapped at him from all sides, yet, in the end of their introductions, he was still among them, and they were making their way as far down the road as they could get before they would be forced to set up camp.
*DM’s Note- Now, to remind you- You were to follow the road you took to get to Valnor back, south, until you come to your first left hand turn. You were then to take this turn and follow it east, towards Eldarast.*
As they walked, Teros expressed his joy at finally heading home. It had been 9 years since he had laid eyes upon the flowing, sapphire Siris River, or the lofty, ivory palaces of Kuball. 9 years had come and gone since he had felt the full warmth of Lavuria’s kiss on his brown skin, or listened to the humor of irony that his people held so dear. 9 years ago he had waved goodbye to Mya, the girl he had lived with, and come to love. Now, he was returning. He prayed earnestly to Lavuria. He thanked her for granting him the opportunity to once again gaze upon the land that his heart dwelt in. He praised her for her blessings; and a part of him prayed for the opportunity to embrace she who he missed most of all.
Nine years had come and gone. Teros Razorsun had sailed away from the Golden Lands as a lad clutching his fathers sword. He would return now as a man; a warrior wielding a sword passed down by the greats of his family. The warrior’s of his family would be proud of him. He would be Ralnaria’s greatest champion.
They were only able to make about a half-hours progress, however, before they were forced to make camp under the dark blanket of a deep valley they that they remembered as being far to long to have any chance of emerging from this night.
As Teros, Derak, Sourge, and Vilyamar gathered firewood, and set up camp, Mahuo, Elandor, and Damien scouted what they could of the land surrounding the site.
The valley itself has been carved by sliding glaciers ages past. Two, great cliffs form it’s walls, and run parallel to one another for several miles. Too far to finish investigating this night. The walls of the valley rise to heights ranging from a low, stooping 30 feet to a hight immeasurable, as the walls seem to rake the star-laced sky. The walls are craggy and eerie in the moonlight. Deep shadows etch into their faces, and vines and scraggy trees cling to the uneven rock. Along the bottom of the cliffs, and on either side of the path, are small slopes, cropped with deep, maple and hawthorn groves.
After some time of fellowship, nibbling on stale trail rations, or simply staring into the firelight, the party took to the bedroll. Vilyamar was to have first watch, followed by Teros.
The night passed, and Vilyamar took his watch, before gently waking the desert warrior, who now sat, yawning, and staring into the shadows of the surrounding trees. They had chosen to camp off the road, and atop a small hill that extended from the valley groves. He could see the road now, running palely under the gaze of the moon. The fire had died long ago, and the scent of burnt wood lingered faintly. No coals even glowed.
Teros yawned and rubbed his chiseled, bare arms. He was glad they had a half-elf among them, as it shortened his watch time. Cracking his neck, he stretched out his legs and unsheathed his sword. It was as he did this, that he heard the noise. A harsh, guttural whisper, followed by the sharp, snap of a tree branch. The crack almost seemed to echo off the cliff walls it was so out of place in the silence of night.
Not wanting to stand, and give away his position, the warrior began to slide, slowly down the hill a little, peering into the direction he had heard the noise from. It had come from across the road.
Suddenly, perhaps they saw him and decided to act, perhaps it was just coincidence, 5, large, figures crashed through the trees and onto the road. In the moonlight he could make out the faint gleam of rusty armor and weapons.
At this time, Orion began to croak in that eerie, Raven voice. Turning and struggling back up the hill, Teros helped the bird awaken the party, QUICKLY. Accustomed to being forced awake so quickly, the party was standing with their weapons drawn, more out of reflex than anything else, before the figures had even crossed the road. They had little more time to prepare, however. Signaled by a deep, bestial roar, the figures charged the party. In the dark, little more than their size and weapon types could be made out, but it appeared very obvious that they were ogres.
==================
O__OB__O__OB__O
_______TS
DK__________DM
VR____ashes__MO
____ER___SE
Sorry for the crude diagram. Trees surround the party from left to back to right, and about 20 feet behind Elandor and Scourge are the cliff walls. There are thick, berry bushes in the forest between Elandor/Scourge, and the cliffs. They would slow anyone who treks though them greatly. To both the left and right of the party there is no brush, only trees. The ground between the party and the Ogres slopes, giving the party a slight upperhand. The three O’s carry crude, terribly misshapen clubs, while the two OB’s carry Greataxes. That can be seen by moonlight. Other detail is hard to make out. They are charging and neither party has a right of way. Post what you do, but remember, they will make contact with everyone but Elandor and Scourge THIS round. No right of ways, its simultaneous.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:03:21.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros walked on in silence for a while as the Kender asked him the question. First thought that came to mind, was 'Why would he want to know?' then was 'Why not?' and finally he let his mind sink back into those memories. Aw precious times, it had been mean years since he had last been home, and he was missing every moment of it too. Slowly he brought out his leaf, still preserved nicely in one of his belts pouches. He looked at it with kind eyes. 'The gods are nice people, letting you come home as part of your destiny. Not counting the bard, they put you with some nice people too.' He nodded and put away the leaf, and turned to the Kender whom he knew must have been wanting to release the unspent energy of not moving around for the past minute or so.
"Well..hmm..Mya..we met when I was 14 I believe. I had just finished burying my parents, or what remained of them, and was trying desperately to make it back to Quasal. However the fight had exaushted me, and I didn't make it all the way. As I went down, I thought for sure I was dead, at least I would die under the sky, with Lavuria's light shining down on me. Anyways, I was incorrect. I awoke in the house of an orphaned girl. She had been told of a young man left for dead down the road by a traveling merchant. After getting my equipment back, she convinced him to head back and save me. Now when I awoke, I thought surely that I was in the embrace of celestial, one of the sun goddesses angels. But as my eyes adjusted, and the pain flared back through me, I realized that I was in the embrace of a young girl, no older than me. Mya has long black hair and incredble eyes. Aye, those deep emerald eyes will remain in my mind for as long as I live, and I believe I shall have them in my mind as I lounge in the courts of Lavuria with my kin. Shes just as dark as I am, and she carries herself with incredible grace. Shes very kind hearted, giving what little she has to those who need it more, and she was doing all this even as she was an orphan who was living alone. Not only was I touched by her beauty, her grace, and her kindness, but I felt that I had debt to her that I needed to repay, thus I began to work to bring in money for her. It seemed it didn't matter how much silver I brought, it would be gone before I could get up in the morning, given to some poor soul down the street. And thats the way it was, in a way, she made me realize just how bad of a person I was. So after 2 years she allowed me to leave to here, to adventure and help the people here as she was doing. I won't forget her face as the airship began to leave. She traveled with me to the big city, even though I told her it would be too dangerous for her to go back alone. She would have none of it. As the ship took off I looked down to see her face. Not a tear, although I could see the sadness in her face even though she hid it well. She was giving me one of those extremely beautiful smiles of hers. It was all I could do from holding back tears of my own as I waved goodbye and turned away, to face a new world. That, my friends, was nine years ago."
He stopped. Just bringing back the memories was sad and happy at the same time. Instead of saying anything else he just kept walking, just thinking of memories.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:02:38.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros walked on in silence for a while as the Kender asked him the question. First thought that came to mind, was 'Why would he want to know?' then was 'Why not?' and finally he let his mind sink back into those memories. Aw precious times, it had been mean years since he had last been home, and he was missing every moment of it too. Slowly he brought out his leaf, still preserved nicely in one of his belts pouches. He looked at it with kind eyes. 'The gods are nice people, letting you come home as part of your destiny. Not counting the bard, they put you with some nice people too.' He nodded and put away the leaf, and turned to the Kender whom he knew must have been wanting to release the unspent energy of not moving around for the past minute or so.
"Well..hmm..Mya..we met when I was 14 I believe. I had just finished burying my parents, or what remained of them, and was trying desperately to make it back to Quasal. However the fight had exaushted me, and I didn't make it all the way. As I went down, I thought for sure I was dead, at least I would die under the sky, with Lavuria's light shining down on me. Anyways, I was incorrect. I awoke in the house of an orphaned girl. She had been told of a young man left for dead down the road by a traveling merchant. After getting my equipment back, she convinced him to head back and save me. Now when I awoke, I thought surely that I was in the embrace of celestial, one of the sun goddesses angels. But as my eyes adjusted, and the pain flared back through me, I realized that I was in the embrace of a young girl, no older than me. Mya has long black hair and incredble eyes. Aye, those deep emerald eyes will remain in my mind for as long as I live, and I believe I shall have them in my mind as I lounge in the courts of Lavuria with my kin. Shes just as dark as I am, and she carries herself with incredible grace. Shes very kind hearted, giving what little she has to those who need it more, and she was doing all this even as she was an orphan who was living alone. Not only was I touched by her beauty, her grace, and her kindness, but I felt that I had debt to her that I needed to repay, thus I began to work to bring in money for her. It seemed it didn't matter how much silver I brought, it would be gone before I could get up in the morning, given to some poor soul down the street. And thats the way it was, in a way, she made me realize just how bad of a person I was. So after 2 years she allowed me to leave to here, to adventure and help the people here as she was doing. I won't forget her face as the airship began to leave. She traveled with me to the big city, even though I told her it would be too dangerous for her to go back alone. She would have none of it. As the ship took off I looked down to see her face. Not a tear, although I could see the sadness in her face even though she hid it well. She was giving me one of those extremely beautiful smiles of hers. It was all I could do from holding back tears of my own as I waved goodbye and turned away, to face a new world. That, my friends, was nine years ago."
He stopped. Just bringing back the memories was sad and happy at the same time. Instead of saying anything else he just kept walking, just thinking of memories.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:01:01.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
Elandor looked up at the raven as it sailed down towards him, its wings extended silently but suddenly flapping in a loud hover above the mask. It took the mask to his master, to return with a black bandana. A great gift in the eyes of the kender. To receive something in return from this impressive man was a very special thing.
The kender caught the bandana as the raven dropped it. He looked at it in joyful admiration, gently stroking the soft textile. He then took it in both hands and placed it on his head, tying it firmly under the knot of hair at the back of his head. His hair was completely covered by the black cloth, except for his knot that bounced from under the bandana.
People started to get moving. Elandor listened closely to Teros’ story and caught a hint at something most interesting. He moved up to where the big desert man was walking and looked sideways to him as he tried to keep pace.
“Teros, tell me about your girl, if you want to. If not, then I’d be very happy to hear your tales about the airship you mentioned. I’ve always wondered if there was such a thing. It must be wonderful to own such a vessel. Imagine where we could fly!”
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:00:37.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
The stranger before them drew Damien’s eyes with dark suspicion. It seemed that this man was to be joining them, only he was a part of the group without their consent. It took him only a moment to release his tension, however, when he thought about it. Similar to most other things in this forest, I guess, he figured, shrugging lightly beneath his draped cloak as he eyes up the dark man.
His gaze was quickly turned, however, as a brilliant burst of light erupted from the great swooping scythe blade that he carried, blinding him. Damien swore and his hand darted in to wrap about his rapier hilt. Impulsive, though he did not release it. Rather, he remained ready, wary of the stranger and his speaking raven, which seemed to be his voice.
Slowly, after several moments, the bard let his fingers unwrap from the thin hilt of his sword, easing up slightly, though he remained silent while the others went about their introductions and speeches. The sight of Teros expressing joy was almost amusing to Damien, though he did not acknowledge this with a smile or laugh. Silent, his cloak wrapped about his thin form, was how he chose to remain in the presence of this unusual man.
The sight of Elandor trading his skull mask for a black bandana confused the dark minstrel, not understanding the reasoning behind such a trade. He suspected that the mask held great power, might which could be used to aid them in this otherwise seemingly hopeless task. Not wanting to draw the brunt of the others and their being unable to understand him and his thoughts, he held his mute, watching intently.
Vilyamar greeted the ‘Scourge’ with welcoming, informing him of their titles as The Chosen Ones. This caused Damien to cringe slightly, shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment and looking away. He still did not like being one of such ‘saviors’, but he had agreed to join Mahou, even if it wasn’t the others he was intending to help. They had turned on him or lied to him, cheating him in some way. Mahou was the only one unlike them. It was her alone that he bore any trust towards.
“You are chosen, like us,” Damien spoke in a bitter tone, breaking his hold on silence. “Do you possess one of these wretched leaves to signify it?” He reached to a pocket and produced his leaf, folded and tattered from its inappropriate holding. Rotating it by the stem in his slender fingers, he released it, letting it drift slowly to the ground. Watching it hit the earth underfoot, he dug his toe under some loose dirt and buried the leaf.
“Whether you like it or not, you’re in. By your own choice, or somebody else’s, you’re with us now.” A dark laugh escaped Damien’s thin lips. “Allow me to introduce myself,” He flashed a quick smirk at Teros. “I am Damien LeBlaque.”
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:00:23.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak was pleased to have Teros apart of the team; he was probably the only one here that he had gotten along with so far. Even though Derak thought he was getting to know the Desert man well, this day Derak seen a whole other side to the man. Perhaps it was joy or even love.
The desire he seen in his eyes was foreign to Derak, Derak had never known of love before and never bothered to get involved. Sure Derak had heard plenty of this so called love. He had traveled with others who had to felt this emotion; they would pull a small pocket size painting of their beloved one and look at it as if it would disappear if they didn’t take their eyes off it.
Derak had seen some of the strongest of men change their entire ways of life for a woman. Derak thought of love as a weakness, however he didn’t find it wrong. Becoming intertwined with another being though love was strength between the two that were in love but love would be a weakness to the world around them. It was a very complicated thing to Derak, love was too complex to give an exact analysis on.
Derak once knew a fella who was bound down by love. He was a great fighter but one day met some elf lady and he changed his entire ways for her, even though all his life he knew only one thing…battle, he was willing to hang it all up and study in the arts of the druid. Derak found it idiotic and a feeble attempt at life.
Yes love could too be a trifle, which Derak preferred not to get involved with. If took the wrong way love could spiral out of control and bring the most powerful of men crumbling to their knees. Derak observed it many times before and knew to take much caution when getting involved with it. Derak noticed that Teros began to speak of directions on were to go he listened and began to walk south.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:59:25.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros watched as Derak showed discomfort at the man. It was not unnatural, but Teros knew that Lavuria showed all he goodness, and so should he. Besides, this man was a choosen as well. These thoughts went through his head as Derak spoke to him. His eyes shot to life as he turned to face him. Immediatly he could feel the sun on his body, feel the sand between his toes, and see Myas body. Ah, if only they were...
"We are going to Quasal!" his voice was filled with joy that they had never heard from him before. Sure he was friendly to everyone but the bard, but this was different. The smile on his face was that of a child getting candy, pure. He stopped his little half-dance thing he was doing, realizing he looked like a fool to turn to the Derak.
"Yes of course! I took an airship here, so I know little of how to get there, but it shouldn't be too hard. We are to go to the capital, went there once on a guard job once. We shouldn't get lost in the desert, but the city is a whole different thing. Now as for Quasal.." he beamed for a moment, to happy to speak. "That is where I spent a good portion of time, that is were my love waits..." Once again he stopped this time looking off. But his thoughts wandered, and soon he thought of his home. He would be able to vist it if it still stood, to vist the graves of his family. Immediatly his smile faded. It was replaced by hidden sadness. He gave quick glances at the group.
"W-we should go. Every minute is better spent on the road right?" He thought that by talking his memories would stop comming in, but they didn't. He knew what would come next, he relived the fight in his mind. He felt the blow that left a scar on his face. For a moment it hurt, and his hand went to it. Where sadness had been, rage replaced it. A single tear fell down his cheeck.
"I'll avenge you mother! I'll avenge you father!" he said in harsh Ralnarian
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:59:08.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak awoke to the face of an elven women, she was a rather pleasant person to wake up to. Her face was uplifting and calm. Unlike the faces Derak has waken up to in the past such as a screaming half-orc whose bad breath could pry even the deepest of sleeps into reality or an ogre standing over Derak, licking his lips in famish. Derak leaned up from the bed as if a string was attached to his forehead. He stood up and stretched cracking bones in his back and arms. “Thanks ma’am” Derak said with a smile. He remembered how the night before was rather odd. The elves moods had shifted for the worst Derak thought. Their once happy faces were now devoid of any expression whatsoever. Their kind personalities too had changed into cold unempathic moods. He pondered if this “mood” still lingered within them. Derak felt hungry so he grabbed a chunk of jerky from within his pack and too a second to savor the taste. Derak had realized that when the elf women came in his was in no cloths. Derak always slept like this unless if he was adventuring or in the wilderness. Derak shrugged it off and decided to get prepared for the new day. Derak was led out into the hall; it was filled with an awkward silence, which had answered Derak’s question, the elves were still displeased with the night before. Derak had his doubts about last night’s escapade but he didn’t regret it.
He noticed that the Kender and the monk had gotten their leaves magically preserved. Derak found this idiotic, it was unmindful to waste money like that. Who knows how long their quests would be and what necessities they would need to get through money. Derak felt deep down in his pocket and jingled 4 gold coins around in his pocket, it was all the money he had left to his name. Although Derak was happy to see the elf present them with their reward which he had forgot about. A diamond sat glistening on the table ahead of him. It sparkled like dew in the morning rays of the sun. He unhesitantly plucked it from the table and slid it into his pocket. The elf began to give them directions where to go, Derak listened attentively. The group was hastily rushed from within the boughs of the elven keep….
The woods abruptly ended and at the end waited two figures, one looked like he could pass for the god of death. He sent chills creeping up Derak’s spine. He was then informed that that same “person” was to be working with the group without their approval. Derak didn’t like this at all. And he felt like the group had agreed with him in their current silence. Teros greeted the man, Derak was impressed with Teros’s courtesy. The raven began to speak for the “scourge” as he put it. What the hell is up with this guy? Derak thought to greet the man but he didn’t want to pass himself off like he was fine with this whole thing but at the time he didn’t want to be rude to the fella because looks can be deceiving and who knows, maybe he was an alright fella, only time would tell. The raven began to flutter over Derak’s head. Derak put his hand up as if he was ready to swat it from the sky. Derak resided there biting his tongue, he was stuck on words to say and baffled on what to think of the man. Derak always found spell casters as mysterious people. By the time everybody was done with the welcome Derak wasn’t apart of Derak said in an unsteady voice “ahh, if everybody is done here we should carry on” Derak’s voice got stern and he said to Teros “eh Teros, aren’t cha from the desert? Can’t you guide us there with ease?”
Derak began his journey south, as for the new member he would have to gain Derak’s trust with more that a welcome and a handshake. Maybe the rest were naïve enough to hand over their trust so easily but Derak wasn’t.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:58:51.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
Strange. Trust will be hard won here, thought the monk as he watched Scourge and listened to him and the raven. Immediately a sense of distrust had swept Vilyamar. The monk held a certain level of prejudice and misunderstanding for those who dabbled in the arcane but he knew that only those who did held a special bond with a chosen animal. But then, they did not wield weapons like this scythe neither. It seemed that he would have to judge Scourge through more than his appearance and his words. Luckily, only time would tell and of this they seemed at the moment to have well enough to go around.
He averted his eyes from the light glinting off of the scythe and thought about what Tharanduil had said. He had said they were to go to the desert areas. Perhaps it would be near to where Teros came from, for he was a desert man. The monk made a mental note to ask. The light subsided and he looked back to see the raven float above them and then heard Scourge greet the silent Damien and Derak. Vilyamar snorted softly, remembering just how loud those two had been only the night before. Now their silence betrayed their personalities. Vilyamar shook his head and walked past Scourge, the large man towering over him. He drew up the hood of his cloak and pulled his pack up higher on his shoulders. The sun was well on its way to its western destination for that day and the hues began to redden the scene about them.
"We have far to go and not long left this day to travel it. Let us go and find a suitable place to rest for this night and then we can begin anew in the morn. Welcome, Scourge, Orion, to the chosen few...You may find more here than you bargained for..."
And with that Vilyamar began to walk down the path away from the forest of the elves. He did not look back...
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:58:34.
|
Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
Scourge stared blankly, stoically with an emotionless expression at those who were congregating before him, even as the raven addressed the group and introduced himself and his large companion. The first person to take more than a casual interest in Orion and Scourge was the shortest in stature, if not largest in brazen curiosity.
Orange hues from twin sets of eyes gazed down at the little Kender, and with a ruffling of his feathers, Orion spoke once more. “Scourge speaks little more than grunts and groans, having his tongue cut out by a necromancer in times past, and his face is often hidden for the visage of his features is often more hideous than most can bare. It is said that those who gaze headlong into the eyes of the Scourge, can feel there hearts slow to a crawl, as though his very orbs steal with life from those who would quest to reveal his identity.”
Picking at something under his wing he looked down once more and continued. “Don’t mind him, he spoke, he’s got more feathers than brains. I would however suggest you heed his warning and accept that I choose to keep my identity hidden, it is better for everyone.”
The raven flew down towards Elandor and grasped the mask in his claws, beating his large blackened wings to carry it over and behind Scourge, presumably to place it in his pack. “Scourge thanks you for your gift” was what he said, and he came forth with a black bandana similar to the one Scourge wore, flying over and dropping it in Elandor’s still outstretched hand. “A show of kindness deserves one in return” was his reply and he perched upon Scourge’s shoulder, tucking his wings under his sides. With a step forward the brutish figure lowered his scythe from a vertical pose to a horizontal one, the crystalline blade easily leaving a gouge in the earth as though it were a hot knife through butter.
Meeting his advance was a man who introduced himself as Teros. Scourge stood his typical quiet ground, and the bird nodded in acknowledgment, before taking to flight once more about the man, then circling higher to take a look about everyone who had gathered, taking in those who had yet to come forward (Derak, Damien) and then returned to his perch. “Greetings to you all” came a standard greeting. And then; silence.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:58:18.
|
| |
View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us
Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service.You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.
|
|
What game do you own the 
Return to Charadun - Q&A
The Morphing Game
Return to Charadun - Recr
