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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou smiled a bit watching the kender. she wasn't so sure he knew all that he thought aloud but none the less his spirit was refreshing. it was Damien who first pushed past Mahou. Stepping sideways out of his way she waited for the kender to finish his offering.
"Sounds like a good idea Elandor, wish i had thought of such a thing" Mahou said as the kender caught up to her. Mahous eyes sparkled with a smile as the kender darted down the path with great determence to move silently as he could. "Perhaps said god will take honor in your intentions." she muttered walking after the kender and the bard.
It seemed everyone had pretty much agreed to take the same path and with Damien moving down the path with Elandor hot on his tail already she was sure the others would follow shortly. Pausing but a moment Mahou glanced back to see where the others where before turning to follow the spooky path.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:08:47.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
Update time?)
"Let us hurry. I doubt that if we could reach the leaf today the man would have bothered to get us to do it. Time to move, the farther we travel today, the less we must go tomorrow. And, yes, I know, we still must come all the way back, unless the man was some godly creature."
With that, he started after the bard, staying in step with him and directly behind. At least until Elandor came bouncing along to take his spot behind the dark one.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:08:28.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
As the group started its journey again that morning Elandor noted that the tension that had arisen the previous evening was still a little tangible. It infected the little kender as well, for he didn't feel as joyous as he would feel otherwise. He felt a little ichy and restless though, as if something was pricking his muscles.
After several minutes the pricking sensation lowered as Elandor's muscles warmed. In most situations that would have lead to an energetic jumping from this interesting thing to looking at that amazing occurance, but this day was so hot that after several efforts Elandor realized that the heat would fry him if he acted as high-spirited as he would have loved.
When they reached the forest Elandor was very much reliefed, for in the shades of the trees he found slight refreshment and even six berries which he took with him to share with his partymembers. Then he noticed the skulls.
"Some one must have put these stakes here on purpose. Perhaps this is a warning. Perhaps there is danger here. Perhaps... these berries are poisoned!" He wanted to let go of the berries, but upon making the move to do so he saw the altar-like stone with the dark stains all over it, and forgot his intensions immediately.
With a small run he jumped on top of the hot stone and inspected the stains. Something had splattered juice on top of this thing. He looked at the environment and noticed the small path with the skulls on spears going to the left. With all the knowledge about religion he possessed (which was actually nothing) he reasoned:
"Ah, I get it. That path looks rather interesting, but I bet it's very very dangerous to walk it. This stone must be a place to sacrifice to the gods of nature and the gods of evil that haunt that place. Let me do my share and praise these gods with the berries they so love!"
With that me smeared the berries over the altar, creating new stains on the smooth stone. After doing so he closed his eyes, as he had seen by some praying priest and stood there for several moments.
When Damian decided that it was time to take the small path Elandor jumped after him, doing his best to move silently through the bushes without being seen. He trusted the offering he just made, but he didn't know if the wild animals that were about to attack them would.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:08:10.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
Damien returned to the camp after everybody else had lay down to sleep, creeping in through the shadows to the dying embers of the campfire. Spying a few remaining sausages in the skillet, he snatched them free and ate the now cold supper that he denied while it was still hot. He didn’t care, though. He had wanted to be alone.
Taking consideration to stamp out the remaining embers of the fire, the bard did so with a small cloud of ash arising from it, and then made his way over to where his bedroll lay, slung over the bottom of his silk pack. Unfastening it, he unfurled it on a dry patch of ground, and removed his slender rapier from his waist, sliding it under the blanket beside him. He then stripped off his cloak, using it as a second sheet, and removed his armor, setting it beside him. Slowly, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
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Awaking with the others, Damien gathered up his gear wordlessly and quietly, buckling on his rapier and slinging pack over his shoulders, his bedroll reattached. Helping with what he could to clean up the campsite, the lean bard stretched, and set out on the road to wherever it may lead them to.
Damien’s cloak fluttered behind him with every long legged stride that he took, creating an ominous shadow on the ground underneath him, but he paid it little heed. Shadows meant nothing to him, save for the shadows of his past, the ever haunting memories of his failure. Shaking his head so that his hair fluttered around his face, he cursed under his breath, and trudged onwards.
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Reaching a forested area at the climbing feet of the hills, the six encountered a strange fork in the road. One looked to be a continuation of the main road, climbing up the hills and leading onwards. The second was a very sinister looking path indeed, being lined with spears driven into the ground underfoot. Casting a quick glance down each, he began to think of where this leaf they were to hunt may be growing.
Likely down the wicked path. Why else would such things be placed there? Apparently, someone else knows it’s value, and wants to ward off possible thieves. That’s the only reason I can think of, anyway.
Damien heard the half-elf speak up, about no risk being taken means nothing gained from it, and the bard smiled slightly at this. “Vilyamar speaks wise words. To the broken path, I will journey. To those who fear the darkness, walk the other road.” With a long step, Damien set off down the spear-lined path, wary of what might lay around him.
(OOC: Should a threat arise, Damien will draw his rapier and, depending on how severe the threat seems to be, will or will not activate it’s enchantment. He will try to assume a fencing stance if space permits it, granting him the +2 AC bonus. This is only if a living threat shows. If it is a trap of some sort, or a natural hazard, I will post his reaction.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:07:41.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
Sleep crept up on the monk a little while after it had found the others. The heat of the fire on his back wore away at his resolve and he told himself that he could hardly be surprised anyways and he also doubted that any creature would attack a group such as this anyways. He fell away into the the depths of his subconcious and awaited the next dawn.
As morning came, the monk awoke early and had eaten already. He was accustomed to an early rise with the sun and would have liked to move quickly. He did menial chores that prepared himself and a few general things that shut down the campsite. Once everyone awoke, they all ate and started out on their second day as a party, in search of a leaf.
Soon the road led them to an altar and a crossroads. Vilyamar studied the altar with what looked like much interest, though he could not figure out what group of creatures does this sort of thing. He thought of the crossroads and the word 'trap' blared in his mind.
So far most of the party had agreed to travelling down the less-used path, which was fine with Vilyamar. They were taking their chances either way in his mind. The spears and show put out on the road could be a deterrence that led less-adventerous travellers, such as merchants, to travel the well-travelled road. In turn the brigands or monsters that had set up this little site would ambush them down below, in the thinner treed area.
The path however could be set in a strategically advantegeous position for monsters or brigands to attempt to raid better-seasoned travellers and adventuring parties such as themselves. The risks were the same and the less-travelled road may not have any raiders or bandits on it at all.
"I, too, say we take the less-travelled road. Nothing risked, nothing gained as my masters were wont to say once."
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:07:25.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou rolled over sleepily that morning, finding Gemi snuggled up close to her tummy basking in the warmth of her flesh. Gathering Gemi and her own belongings up in her arms, Mahou was glade to set out with the strange bunch she had come to travel with. Her hazel eyes kept sidelong glances at one and all, resting the longest on the reserved bard before glancing at the others. It puzzled Mahou how someone in his line of work could be so distant from people. He didn’t seem to hold much passion for life. Then again, not many of those she currently traveled with seemed quit like she’d expect them to, but for that most, who ever was what you expected.
As the dawn moved into late morning, and the open road closed in by the forest, Mahou’s eyes scanned over their soundings focusing on the strange spears that lined the road. The others seemed to be concerned on what direction to take, but Mahou’s thoughts turned to the strange alter that had stood so openly on a public road.
“What type of creatures would place an alter here?” Mahou questions to herself more then anyone. Her interests peaked she turned her feet from the group and marched, so to speak, over to the alter. Her slender fingers reached up tracing the weathered stone followed by her eyes as she searched for something that might suggest who this alter was dedicated too. It was the worn bloodstains that caused her to stop and look down the paths.
Mahou hadn’t been paying attention to the conversations around her instead started to debate in her own mind what would be more interesting. Shifting Gemi from under one arm to under the other she glanced down both paths figuring through her head the alter and the seemingly threatening spears that marked the small off set path. Questions still of whom and why this was placed on the road raced her mind and she smiled a bit turning to the group
“I think we should go this way.” She said glancing at the spear littered path. “No one said we have to get the leaf ASAP I think it’d be… nice to see what beings have put such effort into this display… what purpose it holds.” Mahou paused stepping back from the alter and moving towards the small path. Her cloven feet moved a few steps down the smaller path as if this was the best idea all day, her interests driving her to move forward she only paused to glance at the others. “Don’t tell me any of you are scared.” She said with a grand smile taking a backwards step away from them.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:07:08.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak walked though the heat sweat sapping day. He was reileved to see a forest ahead that offered a curtain from the sun. He wiped his forehead clean of sweat and continued. He watched the fella named Teros stumble across a skull. He smirked at his reaction to the skull. Walking into the cool blanket of shade Derak said "easy pal.....the things harmless now"(referring to Teros). He looked ahead down both paths. One offering a road ahead and the other to the left. "hmmm" he said rubbing the sharp wiskers on his skin with his grubby hand. With his sweat soaked back to the other he said "well we gotta get this goddamn leaf don't we, maybe we otta carry on this way." He says with his deep voice pointing his finger down the left path. Derak wasn't too intimadated by the skulls. Most of the time weak forces put decorations up to disguise their true strength which would most of the time be weak. Kind of like an illisionist spell with a little gnome laughing ang giggling behind it. This kind of thing was a tactic taking by Kabolds or goblins, he had seen them do this kind of thing before as matter of fact, it a defense type thing, a pretty good one too. One that onlythe most guliable of travels would fall for and send them fleeing in the other direction. If this forest held true danger their would be more than a blood stained rock or a spear with a skull at the tip. If they where truly deadly they would have those killers waiting at the entry of this forest. But Derak would keep this display in mind though it was not to be underestimated. Derak stood at the fork in the road waiting for reply from the others. He showed no fear in his face, he wanted to set a postive example for the rest of the group, even though they probably were'nt that easily influenced.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:06:54.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros enjoyed the susages that the little kender had given him, tasted pretty good, and it helped him relax and sleep. In the morning, he was enjoying his time, until it got at about midday. Now he was huffing and puffing. The humidty was too much for him, he simply wasn't use to it. Luckily his armor was light and easy to manage, and his weapons were not too large.
Finally his eyes caught sight of a forest, and he let out a sigh of relief, he loved his goddess but herself and the humidity was just too much. He was hurridly moving to the forest, not too fast, but fast enough to get near the front of the group.
He almost through himself into the shade. He was totally ignorant to the spears that were beside him, until his hand laid rest on it and he looked up to see a human skull! Surprised, he fell back and stared at it until he the surprise passed. Pulling himself up, he actually took the time to look around. The strange shrine-ish area caught his eye, but what caught it even more was the spliting of the paths.
Teros went to the spliting and looked down each side. He raised an eyebrow and then turned back to the group.
"Well the smart people go down the main road and are all happy, story over. But we are supposed to be looking for some leaf, and maybe, just mabye its down there. Now I don't wanna fight whatever did...that." he says pointing to the skulls, "but we got a job to acomplish and it might be worth our time to go anyways. Besides," he says with a smile, "I have to show you my real fighting powers, not that unlucky stuff from the bridge fight. So my vote is for the scary-ass place! Who's with me?"
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:06:39.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Thollin Countryside/Day II
(Well, as most of you know, your trusty DM has been out sick. However, im BACK!!!! And were kicking this her thang into full gear!! WOOHOOO:TUP
So it was that with the soft dying of the fire, sleep embraced each of the group members, and thus ending their first day together. Though they were a party, they were still far from being considered companions, however. For the members were from such different worlds, and each had already experienced so much, that one night was not nearly enough to bind the 6 different stories that had been forced to come together. In fact, this night might have actually have created some barriers between members. Different experiences lead to different view points, some being ignorant. As it was, the atmosphere may have been stressed to the point of tension ere every eyelid was shut. Little did the members know that, if they weren’t to ease into union, they would be forced into it, or perish. For none of the sleeping minds could have possibly foreseen the difficulties they would experience, nor could they fathom the challenges that loomed just outside the horizons of their thoughts.
Dawn came on the wings of fiery clouds. Their sweeping wings blazed in pink and orange, glowing with the promise of a bright day. The packing and preparing was done in a hurry, and within the hour, they were off. The road was a dusty one, and easily followed as it made its way across the sea of grass, who’s emerald waves rolled gently in a breeze laced with the fluttering of butterflies. Here and there, like great islands towered the groves of great oak and spruce trees. The horizon rose to the hazy shoulders of ancient hills. The road would eventually lead over them, but for now, was content with the easily treaded plains. It was a peaceful land. In fact, as far as inhabitants were concerned, too peaceful for trouble to come to it. Ignorance is bliss.
The day wore on, and Lavuria’s mount rode high in the sky. The day turned hot and hazy, perhaps too hot for most. The road ran under no shade, but the groves to the distant sides looked undeniably welcoming, and were only prevented from being paid a visit by the tall grass.
On they went, until finally, they reached wooded, sloping feet of the hills. From what could be seen from the distance, the road wove between the shoulders of the hills, and climbing would not be very difficult. At least not at first. The woods that bearded the hills was a most welcome site, and the adventurers hurried for their shade. Once beneath the boughs, however, they realized this was perhaps far from a friendly forest. To both sides of the path stood crude spears, roughly carven and ornamented with black and greasy feathers. Mounting the spears, grinning fleshlessly at the adventurers were human skulls. A little farther back, the road came to a split. In the center of the split was a stone alter. Though rain had washed over it countless times, smoothing its coarse sides and features, it was apparent there were old blood stains over it. (READ CLOSELY) The road split in two. One, seemingly the main road, continued straight as it was, climbing the hill and making its way to its shoulders. The forest seemed thinner ahead this way, and would probably die out if followed further. The road also branched to the left, however, plunging deep into the forest...if deep was the proper word. (This is not a big forest, as you could tell when you approached. Just your every day woody corner of the world. They exist everywhere, certainly where you live...in RL) It could be easily told that this was NOT part of the normal road, but more like a path, formed by.....somethings. Along this path stood countless spears. The Adventurers had come to a decision....
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:06:22.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
Elandor listened to Mahou's story with his mouth opened wide. When it was done he uttered under his breath: "Wow, now this is exactly what adventuring is supposed to be. All we need now is a ravaging monster or hostile barbarian tribe invading our camp!" His words gained strength as he spoke them and he eagerly began looking around in expectation. His sausages crackling announced they were ready for serving. He happily began collecting them from their sticks and started handing them out to who-ever wanted one.
He paused halfway as the nice atmosphere dropped dead with the bitter words of the bard.
Elandor looked at the circle of faces that now stared in harsh features at the departing bard not understanding what the bard had said. He scanned the group a second time to make sure that he didn't see a peasant hiding somewhere, but didn't find any.
"Well, he must not be knowing what he sais. 'I' don't see any peasants." he slowly said to himself. Then, talking louder he added:"No need to be depressed, Bard! There are plenty of sausages to enjoy!"
The bard probably didn't hear him for Elandor got no reply.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:05:55.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros watched around the fire. Everyone was pretty much to themselves. Teros didn't want to think of his past. He just wanted to continue on with what was happening now. He looked around in hopes of finding something interesting, but all he found was a stick. So, being fairly bored he picked up the stick and began to poke the fire with it. Fire always intrested him.
The the bard stood up and left, calling everyone besides himself and Mahou a peasant. Teros shook his head and muttered just loud enough so that it everyone could hear, but so that it would seem that he was talking to himself; "Oh, and I suppose your the freakin Emperor of some grand land!" He didn't like that bard, and he secretly hoped that something would eat him while he was out in forest, but of course he soon chased those thoughts away and continued on with his happy poking.
OOC:...I think we need to move on...
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:05:41.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
The parts of the story that Derak listened to he found intresting. The little girl Hailtia the girl that Mahou mentioned reminded him of a little girl that he used to tell war stories to at his home village. She was a pretty little girl, her father also adored her. But Derak's mind was wandering, the soft sound that eased threw Derak's ears from mahou and the dancing of the fire somewhat hypnotized Derak's mind. His gaze paused on the fire and his memory formed shape in his mind. Mainly on his past adventures his mind was fixed on. Thinking back on his past missions and his current mission he somewhat regreted even being here. But he had already made his descion and he was hard up for money. He stood in silence not interacting with anyone else at the fire.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:04:54.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
At the comment Teros made about his singing, Damien could really care less. He didn't truly like the desert man as it was, and he simply chose to ignore him, looking to the other direction. Truthfully, he wasn't feeling very good at the moment. A burning memory overtook him from his accident in the wandering troupe of performers years ago, and his stomach was giving him problems, despite the fact that he took a little bit of food to eat. "Do you think that I fear us being attacked? Though it is generous of you to take sentry duty, that is not an influence." Damien said slowly to Vilyamar as the strange clad half-elf stood up to take sentry duty.
The bard stared off into the darkness himself, rather than towards the flickering flames that burned before him. He placed a pale hand on the hilt of his rapier, running his fingers along the sweeping crossguard as the steel flowed in shape like swirling gusts of wind. Damien heard Mahou speak up, requesting that he sing something for them to enjoy, but the thoughts barely registered in his troubled mind. Without looking directly at her, he licked his lips slowly and partly shut his eyes. "Your tale was just fine, and if you can tell that, something that I have never before heard, then surely you can think of something else that nobody else has heard. Think of it this way, if I haven't heard it before, chances are that these peasants along with us haven't either." Pulling himself slowly to his feet, he turned his back to the fire. He needed to take a walk to help clear his mind, and a walk was what he intended to do. He shifted his cloak around on his body so that it wouldn't snag on anything around him, and took a slow step away from the warming light of the campfire. "Just...leave me alone." Damien muttered before setting off, wandering anywhere that he might find so that he could possibly suppress his memories once more, the haunting memories that plagued Damien LeBlaque.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:04:37.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou Smiled her hazel eyes turning to Tero's and quarked a brow at his interest in her story. adjusting her legs her hooved feet dug into the dirt under her, the chain shirt she wore shifted with a muffled clink over her plain cotten one. she's not yet gotten ready for sleep, though the thought had crossed her mind. the same thought as if she should keep the unfomrotable human shirt on to spare raised brows from the men she traveled with. setting this thought aside though she smiled
"That story? My Mother use to tell it to me as a child. a fairy tale of sorts passed down through the generations of my people, though the words change i'm sure your people have a simular tale, of how fairies where first created." Mahou smiled softly and raised a brow not that it was acctualy a question," I've traveled a great deal in my life Tero, i have many stories to tell. You'd be suprized how many of Inenhalla's children have ears to listen, and interests in the civilized world. Besides, music, stories, and dance are one of the few links between the different races that everyone con connect with, that everyone can understand. Even if an elven tongue, i'm sure you could tell the difference between a song that is sad or one that is joyful."
Mahou smiled a bit glancing side long to Damien. "Perhaps Damien could explain such things better, my dabling in barci abilities are purely that... i seriousl doubt any of my talents could match up to his."
Mahou trailed off a bit still looking at Damien. "as for another story, i think we should let Damien entertain us with his handsome voice... something more interesting then my own rambling." Mahou grinned brightly turning her head fully to damien, she was eager to hear him sing once again, the small taste she got in the tavern had peeked her interest, even if some had taken offence to his words, she greatly enjoyed the prefomence.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:04:05.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
OOC: Tek isn't going to be back for a little while yet. His comp's broken.
Looking up as the satyr finished her tale, Vilyamar turned his head away from the fire, looking at those who were listening intently to her story. Teros requested another one, and the monk nodded slightly, though he doubted anyone saw in the low light.
He turned to the bard and said, "Are you not going to join them in their merriment? Do not worry, I shall guard us."
The monk got up and moved slightly away from the fire, more into the shadows, peering into the night to stand vigil against any foes daring to peer through the darkness at them.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:03:34.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
OOC: Why don't you? I was waiting for Tek...
Teros watches as Mahou, suddenly and unexpectedly, takes up the offer to tell the story. He listens with great intrest, smiling at the end. "I do believe thats the best entertaiment that I have had in several days!" he says giving a mocking smile at the bard. "I would be very interested in knowing how you came across that story, and perhaps you would have another.."
OOC:Sorry for it being so short, I really don't have much to say, nor did I know what I was going to say.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:03:16.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
Mahou, made her spot next to the little fire. The walking since the battle had been spend in silence for her and now that they had made their camp for the night, Mahou was content to sit in silence. Letting Gemi down from her arms some time ago, and he had snuggled into the bushes to watch the strangers Mahou traveled with.
It was the Kender who first drew Mahou’s eyes from the hungry little fire. A story, she had many stories and her mind raced for a moment as to what she could tell them all. She knew Damien was a storyteller but surely he was not the only one. Mahou was interested to see what stories the others of this group had gathered in their travels.
Mahou did not offer yet a story to fill their ears and ease their souls rather she waited, and lost her chance momentarily as Derak made a seat next to her. Mahou’s eyes shifted sidelong to the fighter and she listened carefully to what he had to say. When he was finished she thoughts for a long moment before speaking to him.
“First, my name is Mahou, and you are welcome to use it.” Mahou said in a calm voice clearing her face of loose hairs. “As for your apology, I’m sure you meant no harm, men hardly intent harm as much as they bring it. But there are experiences in life that someone like you will never experience, and someone like me, has already been through.” Mahou’s voice trailed for a moment. Yes, she knew what came from men and their desires, she had been around the world for quit sometime and she’d already tasted of a mans desire and what it meant when he got it in his mind he “wanted” something. “Perhaps I should not of taken my anger to my past out on you, but it is obvious there is many things in life you have yet to learn. As do all of us.”
A sigh escaped her plush lips and her hand was raised and her fingers where ran through her silky hair. Letting her eyes dance over the brave fighter she finally smiled, “look, forget it Derak, you wouldn’t understand. I should be the one to apologize for misplacing my anger, you did nothing to harm my physical person, you only hurt my pride.” Again Mahou let her eyes fall back to the Kender who still squirmed silently for a story. It seemed in the time she had taken to talk with Derak, several had declined to tell a story.
“Elandor, I will tell you a story… I have dabbled in the art of bardic tales, I think I can muddle through a story to entertain you.” She smiled to the tinny being as she adjusted her seat to face him better. She took a moment to clear her mind and remember a childhood memory that she once had. Her hazel eyes lifted to meet the Kenders with a smile.
“My story starts, on a clear summers night, to many years ago. When the earth was clam and the stars where bright, in a far away town, whose name no one knows. In this town, a young girl did dwell, no more then six winters old. Her hair was fair as honey, and her skin lightly kissed by sunbeams. She was one of the most beautiful created the gods had ever created. Her father called her Haltia, a name that then meant of fair and delicate nature.
And though her Father loved her so, Haltia’s mother was a cold-hearted woman, who only saw Haltia’s nature as a curse to herself. For the child gained far to much attention from her father, leaving her in a cold un touched world. Haltia’s mother was not so much wrong, for Haltia’s father did spend far too much time with the young girl, and would neglect his wife. Her father would even take her side over that of wife, believing his child could do no wrong.
Haltia’s mother bided her time for six long years, before she could stand the torment no more. And on that warm summers night, while her husband was away, she wrapped her baby girl in a blanked and set off into the darkened woods. With no tears in her eyes, not emotion on her face the angry woman walked for miles and when she’d reached the deepest darkest part of the woods, she laid down her daughter amongst the soft underbrush and walked way with out even a look back.
And as the night passed into day, the gods all watched their child sleep. Sorrow in their hearts that something could happen to something so innocent and pure. As the child rose from sleep afraid and alone, one such gods transformed into a giant bird, fly down and took the child away. On golden wings they flew through night day and time until they reached the farthest shores of the world. Here they stopped, and the god smiled upon the child. He’d resolved in his flight to turn her into a magic being and send her from this world.
In manly form he bent and kissed the crying Haltia’s head, granting her a magic life away from pain and death. He gave her sparkling wings and blessed her with a magic touch then found a home with in his garden, where she would never be alone. from that day forth Haltia would be known to us all, but not as the child who was left for dead, but as the Fairy who graces each and every home. “
Mahou trailed off and smiled again, the story was certainly not her best, but she thought it fitting to tell something light hearted, and that being one she was told as a child seemed fitting enough.
(sorry the post is so long, I spend 3 days trying to find something short, but legends and stories are not easy to come by. If this totally sucks that’s because I wrote it off the top of my head so I could hurry up and post..)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:02:54.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros moved along with the group silently, watching and listening to what each was saying or doing. When they finally reached a spot for rest, he chose something far away from the kender, who seemed to be obsessed with every little thing than anyone was carrying.
Although he was like that as a child. Full of life and energy. He didn't have many friends, then again he grew up two miles outside the nearest town. But things changed after THAT day. The day when his father and mother where stolen from him.
He was just about to think about his past more when the kender asked someone to tell a story, focusing more or less on him. Teros was in no mood to think back to stories he had heard, or to pepper on of his up. So he took the easy way out.
"Ah my friend.." he says with a slight smile. "I am no story teller. I have travelled the lands, yes, but my goal is not to collect or remember stories. And my past is that which would not make for a very interesting story, and I'm a bad liar." He looks up at an angle to the stars, rubbing his chin. "Yes, I'm afraid that you'll have to ask someone else for a story."
With this he looks at the bard, smiling. It had become apparent to him that the bard disliked preforming. So Teros decided that it would be fun to put the spotlight on him. Besides, music is good at putting you to sleep...as long as it dosn't offend you....
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:02:38.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
(It's ok man, we all have our lapses in i-net service. It happens, I doubt much interest in this game has been lost.
I AM assuming that all by now know each others names, which I also assumed were given before the start of the quest, when the band, or fellowship, if you will, was formed. I think that part was mandatory and need not have been said.)
Vilyamar walked at the rear of the group, his eyes glazed over, remembering some of the many memories he had shared with other groups of adventurers just like this one. Well, not exactly like this one, but one could grasp the point.
His thoughts wandered to his family, his home. He wondered just how well the village was doing. He had last seen it when his father had just died. He had wondered what new families had sprouted up among the trees, who their new rangers were, or if there were any new rangers. Few children came to the elves.
So lost in thought that he was quite startled when he nearly ran into the person he was walking behind, though he had been quite a few paces back. He had not realizaed that they were going to stop for the night at this spot.
The monk chose a spot that was on the grass, not underneath, but close to one of the trees at the grove. He placed his gear here, telling the kender that he would know if curious fingers crept there. At this, he laid his eyes upon the bard, conveying the same message with the dangerous look of calm, but respectful, anger that would await those who tampered with his things.
He sat down upon the ground, crossing his legs, looking into the fire that was soon burning. He did his share of the firewood gathering and other duties. He watched the flames dance about, just above but never really touching the wood that turned to blackened ash as the energy of its fibers and being was released into the night air. He remembered the flames of his own home all too well, the past haunting his waking moments now more than ever before. Who knew why such memories chose to return at that time? Perhaps the answers were with the gods only, not for mortals to know, but as it were, Vilyamar silently ate a meal of his own rations which were still from his previous trek that lead him to that fateful town. Why let it go to rot and waste wating the fresh food that would stay good longer.
The tough, leathery rations were ground down to insubstantial mush between his jaws as he thought and listened to the conversations around him. The kender blathered on about this and that, not caring who, if anyone was listening. Teros was asked of a story, the monk did not truly care either of that, though he did listen politely, laughing or sitting solemnly looking into the fire when need be. Derak apologized to Mahou for anything he might have implyed back at the battle site. The monk cared not for what the man could say at this moment, his interest was on the bard.
Vilyamar watched the bard as he went about his business. The monk was concerned about this one, his dark nature was infectious. Though there was not much that could get a kender down and the monk himself was pretty stable in his own emotional department, he had no idea about the others. He watched for awhile, then continued to gaze into the fire, listening to the conversations around him, and possibly the song or tune the bard strums on his lute if he does play one.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:02:21.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak stood leaned up against a nerby tree gazeing longinly at the fire. The fire danced in the moissture of his eyes and the deep parts of his body were hidden in the shadows. Fires always made Derak think. Many thoughts tossed over in his big head. A major portion of these thoughts of what the goat-lady said. His gaze skipped back and forth from the fire to the goat lady. He cleared his thoat and approached the lady. He slowly sat down next to her. "umm excuse me miss....." he says clearing his thoat with a slight taste of nerviousness in his tone, for Derak wasn't used to this kind of thing. He in fact had never travled with a women before. "I-I meant no disrespect miss, I was merly attempting to say that men shouldn't be slaughtered like lambs for WANTING such a thing, I did not intend to offend you in any way miss. I offer you my apology miss, please....I don't wanna come across as some mindless perve to you miss. I respect women I-I really do." And with this Derak offered the lady an apology, take or no take. His words where true, for Derak wasn't too much of a liar. However, Derak had been shown something by the ladies words on the consent of females. :I guess that is kinda true: the thought corsed threw Derak mind seeminly make more sense the more he thought about it. In Derak's eyes he was "a man" however little to his knowledge he still had some areas for matureing. Derak wasn't very an open minded man, he knew what he knew and that was that, he cared little or questioned anything outside his knowledge. And perhaps the lady had shoken some new knowledge into the mans mind, even though he really didn't inntend to come across the way the lady thought he was because he wasn't trying to hint that. He sat waiting for reply from the women, however he sensed the women wouldn't take to kindly to the his words. For she seemed like a rather bitter person to Derak, even though he didn't let his word's tone come across that way.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:02:05.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
As the groups settles down Elandor sits next to the fire and grabs a thin stick. Poking the fire he looks at every member of the group and rests his chin on his left hand. His eyes half closed in a content expression he lets out a heavy sigh of satisfaction.
"Ahhhhhhh! I always dreamed of being in the company of such a wonderful group of adventurers, spending the evening roasting saucages and reminiscing the good things the day brought. Hey, I must have them somewhere in my pouches!"
He drops the stick and opens a red leather pouch that dangles at the left of his belt. His little fingers disappear inside and apparently search for something. Their action seems to be in vain, according to the annoyed expression on the kender's face. After several seconds he draws back his hand, which is now in a fist. Fine dust seeps from his fingers in small streams and back in the pouch. Thoughtless Elandor throws the dust away, half of it penetrating the fire.
Upon contacting the heat the dust undergoes some sort of chemical reaction and colorful beams of flame shoot up towards the heavens.
"WOAH!" the Kender shouts, falling backwards, "I forgot it did that. No wonder that mage wasn't too happy to part with it!"
As if the fireworks brought clearness to the chaotic mind of the kender he dives in one of his pouches and seems to find at once what he was looking for. A small leather wrapper is brought out containing 12 small sausages.
"I found those this morning in the inn, waiting for us. I couldn't just leave them there, could I?"
As he pierces the meat to his stick and another lying near, he sighs again.
"All we need is a little tune to accompany a good story. Won't you try something, Mr Bard? And who knows a good story? Mahou? Teros? Yes, Teros, I'm sure you can liven up the cracking sounds of my heating sausages with a good tale, ey!"
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:01:48.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Brigand Battle, After Battle/First Night
(OOC: As some of you know, I had a horrible computer incident early last week, and have had absolutely NO internet access until yesterday. I’m sorry for the halt this game has come to, but I pray you have not lost interest unable to be regained. So, from here on out, lets please post regularly, and make some good progress! Thus far, the game has gone swell, and I’m back in action, so lets get this show on the road!)
So it was that with the cowardly retreat of the few remaining bandits, that the battle came to a close. Would it succeed in drawing the group of acquaintances closer? Or would it force a barrier between them? Only time could tell.
Different individuals had different ways of dealing with the “afterbattle”, for each had their own opinion of how the bandits should be treated after death. Most, however, agreed with, and followed Vilyamar and his example. They were human, and they had souls. Most, at the least took a moment to recognize this fact, and gave a brief prayer. Mahuo, however, made not the slightest hint of remorse, nor the faintest of movements towards helping with the bodies.
As was expected by some, Derak, after washing his precious weapons in the river, hinted at his discontent, and was attacked, whether wrongfully or rightfully by Mahuo, before she tramped her way over the stone bridge, and to a nearby grove of oaks, to wait, at a distance, for the others.
Damien, also showing no interest in the well being of bandit souls, set about searching the bodies. The proved to be perhaps the lowliest group of bandits he had ever encountered. After pocketing a measly 13 copper coins total,(I put it in your CS, in the QA) and tossing other, less than desirable objects aside in disgust, he ended the debate over how to deal with the bodies, by dragging them to the river, where they would be given to Alquelynia, (Goddess of water) and left to her mercy. Not, however, before the the kender was able to borrow a few dainties off the generous corpses. (I gave you a section in your CS called Kender Bags. In this I put everything you loot.)
As lifeless bodies drifted down a river laced in the fire of a setting sun, the company prepared to continue. Mahuo was already gone, and Damien was crossing the bridge. There was nothing to be said, for now. They must continue.
It wasn’t long before the sun set in clouds of fire, leaving a sky of ash, pricked with the first of young stars to watch over the company. They would have to stop, they knew, though they may not have wanted to so soon after blood had been spilt. After about an hour of travel, they came to a small grove of tall, sweeping spruces. Their dark boughs swept like a screen of shadow under the rising moon. Still, however, her gaze shone through, like countless silver threads, veiling a small clearing in the midst of the grove. It was here that they would stop for the night. Firewood was easy to find, even in the dark, and a spark was easy to light. Soon they sat in the dancing light of a cheerful fire. Their first day of travel had come to a close. What lay in the miles to follow, they could not say. None of the company had been this way before, and the road was strange to them. Nomatter, it was good to be out again, with the sun in the sky, and a road at the foot.
(I now give you an opportunity to converse. PLEASE take it. I expect responses to one another. They need not be long, if you don’t have much to go off of, but please make them often, so that you do not bore of conversation. I feel this is a good way to get your characters more acquainted, and histories to begin unveiling. These are also the best times to talk (camp, night, ect) because you aren’t fighting and such. I do this at the end of every day, so please, make it worth while
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:01:32.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
The black-clothed bard felt frustration well up inside as he returned his daggers to their sheaths, turning to see what the loud smacking sounds were caused by. The cowards flee when they should stand and fight! I gave them unfair odds as well, in their own favor! Surely they cannot be so frightened of me. I am not even large in stature. Hardly a ready threat… He wiped clean the rapier upon the clothing of the dead bandit before him, and sheathed his rapier, dispelling the enchantment that was active upon its blade, and took in what was happening around them.
Battling the leader of the brigands was the dark skinned man wearing a turban atop his head. The duel between the two seemed to be moving nowhere, as neither could outmaneuver the other to land the finishing blow. However, the bard smiled slightly when an arrow buried itself into the bandit’s middle, fired from the bow carried by the strange satyr. All around them, bandits lay dead on the ground, slain by the numerous members of the party. Damien’s eyes locked onto the one missing his arm, and looked over to see Derak standing above him. I must pay my respects to that warrior, though he does make quite the spectacle of himself while eating a meal.
The remaining living bandits fled the scene, and they had right to. Not one of them would be able to hold his own against such a diverse group, and this thought made the bard smile. Intimidation was a powerful weapon when wielded by the proper user. Kneeling, he scooped up the coins he had hurled into the face of the one bandit he slew, returning them to his pocket. Anything was fair in a fight, unless you were fighting one of those religious warriors that were paladins. The thought of those holy warrior made Damien shudder beneath his dark clothing.
Having finished collecting his coins, he turned to the body of the bandit he felled, running a quick check over his pockets and searching for any coin purses, or other things that may come useful that the bandit may have carried.
(After taking whatever may be useful or of any value.)
Standing up, Damien shifted his cloak around on his form and smiled wryly, watching the others speak amongst themselves. They could squabble among one another as long as they wanted for all the bard was concerned. Intent on finishing what he had started, Damien grabbed the corpse around the wrists, dragging the body towards the river. Wading in partway, Damien pulled the body into the water, letting it drift with the current. “A proper burial for highway robbers.” He said bitterly, watching the body float away as he turned and walked out of the water, trying to find a place to stand where he might be graced with the breeze from the evening air, hoping to dry his now wet clothes.
He noticed that the satyr began to travel onwards, and, not wanting to stick around near the scent of death and blood, the bard began to walk after her. She had proved an able warrior, and seemed to have a musical nature about her as well. From what Damien knew, all satyrs loved music and tale-telling. Perhaps Damien would be able to exchange a tale with this one, adding to his repertoire.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:00:55.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Mahuo
::Mahou paused, her eyes flashing green as they turned to Derak. Her slender brow arched at his statement. On light feet she brought herself before him a twisted smile on her lips.
And I suppose.. ::she started in a low voice:: if every woman where to simple lift dress when a man declares in such a beastly manner that she is obligated to like some bitch who is ready to be breed ::her voice rang softly and seductive through the air to his ears as her hand lifted to trail against his thigh:: this whole thing could have been avoided…
::she paused looking over his face a moment:: you shall excuse my hast in putting these pigs to ground as they should be. I have no doubts of how many times their call for simple satisfaction of a manly urge has lead many woman to spread their legs obediently upon threats of pain and death. :her eyes narrowed the pools of bright green flashed at him with distaste as she turned on one hoof and trotted away.::
Next time, I shall simplify it all for you all… and stick to the obedient position you humans place your females in… that way your morals over killing someone will not be tarnished for such a stupid reason. ::Mahou tucked Gemi into the crook of her arms and continued past the group her head held high in the air, and her walk was such a stride that showed her annoyance and disgust at this all. She would continue past everyone and over the bridge. Assuming that they would follow when ready she wouldn’t stray to far, but far enough to put them out of sight.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:00:38.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros watch cooly as the bandit leader fell. A moment of sadness took him as he looked into the man's eyes, but that soon was over.
"Vilyamar is right. These men may have cause the suffering of many, but they at least deserve to have a few rocks placed over their bodies." With this he moves down to the leader and says a little prayer in his native tongue while his hand rest on the mans forehead. After around 10 seconds the prayer was done and he closed the mans eyes.
He moves to aid the other in the task of burying, moving quickly so that the group may get to a nice point to stop and rest for the night
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 19:00:21.
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