He had searched the corpses, finding a set of keys on the elder of the two. A chest sat in the doorway, Kronk made his way over to it and thought about how to open the chest, his eyes drifted down to his hand where he held a set of keys. One by one Kronk tried all the keys, as he heard the click his large hand lifted the lid. Bone armor littered the chest "Kronk gear!" he mouthed. Once properly armored Kronk drew his skull endorned sword and made his way out of the mine. As he made his way to the surface Kronk's eyes squinted, he had no idea how long he had been in the mine, but from his eyes straining he thought it was quite a while. Kronk walked away from the mine trying to avoid the village, but as his luck had ran out a child saw him and started to scream.
Within minutes Kronk was trying to escape through the woods when two dwarfs came in from the side to attack. Kronk raised his sword and let out a bellow of a warcry, he dispatched the first with a flick of his arm the sword chopping deeply into his mid- section. As the dwarf dropped spilling blood all around him, he choked out "killl...himm!!" The second dwarf took a more cautious approach as he held his axe up, Kronk tilted into a fighting posture and angled his sword straight foward to point out his next enemy. The dwarf made the first move swinging the axe in an arc toward Kronk, Kronk shifted his sword and caught the axe, the weapons held firm. Kronk saw the opportunity and took it, he kicked his foot out and shattered the dwarf's knee, the dwarf went down screaming. Kronk could still hear the Dwarf screaming as he got closer to Westbridge, he passed through Westbridge and out of the west gate Kronk found himself in a woods he did not know, but he could not stop he was being hunted like an animal. The sun was blazing down as he poked his eyes upward seeing an extrordinary island. This island was floating, Kronk thought a moment and grinned, he removed a vial of liquid and drank it down quickly. Kronk floated up to the island and finally landed, he walked around for an hour or so when he found himself at a gate, he bellowed out "Who in there!!!!! Let Kronk in!!!!!!!" he proceeded to smash his fist into the gate wondering all the time where is Kronk?
Freedom
Kronk opened his eyes, stunned by what the Dwarfs did to him, he came here looking for a place to rest his head and they drugged him, just to lock him in a cage deep in an old mine shaft. "LET KRONK OUT!!!" the giant Orc bellowed, his calls fell on deaf ears for this was an abandoned mine. He leaned his head back against the steel cage and felt him self drifting back into slumber...... Startled by a noise Kronk rose quickly, his head hitting the metal cage, Kronk looked down to notice his armor was missing and as was his sword, looking around in the dark for the cause of the noise was pointless, for there was nothing around him. Kronk grabbed ahold of the bars on the cage and felt himself transition into a rage that turned his eyes red, his arms buldged and pulled in opposite directions, bending the metal with ease, he kept pulling untill he heard cracking from the structure that held him in, Kronk stopped and repositioned himself where he kicked out sending two of the bars flying ahead. Once out of the cage Kronk walked the mine for hours trying to find a way out, he stumbled upon and area that was lit by a fire. Kronk walked out into view where two dwarven guards sat slumbering he rushed the one to his left crashing into the Dwarf with all his weight, the bones shattered in the Dwarfs chest, allowing him one last breath before he passed on. Kepron awoke to a startling sound as he watched his fellow guard get crushed, hopping to his feet he grabbed his axe and charged after the beast. Kronk turned as the axe came down and grabbed it with one hand, he then smashed his other hand into the Dwarf's skull crushing it, Kepron dropped to the floor, Kronk was free.
A listing in the Westbridge Times
Help Wanted: We seek a "Research Assistant" for a series of investigations. The candidate should be prompt, self motivated, accurate in their reports and of a sound mind. (Previous citizens of institutions will not be accepted). Confidentiality is a must and the successful applicant will be well compensated financially, All interested parties should respond to this classified, by similar post within the times where a meeting will be determined and interviews commence.
All applications should be directed to, Company X.
All applications should be directed to, Company X.
A small backstep in Radiant Sorrow I
Maya sent the glass chalice she was holding hurtling to the wall, its crisp crystal shattering into thousands of tiny shards, littering the slate floor like glitter. She was glad she hadnt paid the idiot for that list, instead of getting names of the members of the Radiant Heart he had given her members of the earth guard, a small band of villagers from even smaller sectors of land, no wonder there had been no major uprising, they were nobdies, well to someone they were probably somebodies, but that was hardly a concern to her. This current set back however, was.
Tearing up the list in front of her in an abundance of rage, Maya signaled to the golems formed out of the rocks in her dark little cavern she cherrished so much away from the world, to take the pathetic wretch before her away, she would deal with this insolence as soon as she had recovered the delay that the incorrect list of names had caused.
Uttering the words she had been using so often of late, Maya vanished from the cavern and appeared in the familiar halls that her brethren used for their needs with the intent of setting out to find the halfling, it was obvious now, they had to recover the actual list of names themselves.
Winding her way through the halls, nodding at the occasional passerby, her cloak scraping along the ground behind her with a hiss, Maya eventually spotted the halfling, nodding in greeting she wasted no time getting to the point of the issue, they agreed to notify the order of this small transgression and set out to Westbridge to begin the search of the actual members of the Radiant Heart.
Tearing up the list in front of her in an abundance of rage, Maya signaled to the golems formed out of the rocks in her dark little cavern she cherrished so much away from the world, to take the pathetic wretch before her away, she would deal with this insolence as soon as she had recovered the delay that the incorrect list of names had caused.
Uttering the words she had been using so often of late, Maya vanished from the cavern and appeared in the familiar halls that her brethren used for their needs with the intent of setting out to find the halfling, it was obvious now, they had to recover the actual list of names themselves.
Winding her way through the halls, nodding at the occasional passerby, her cloak scraping along the ground behind her with a hiss, Maya eventually spotted the halfling, nodding in greeting she wasted no time getting to the point of the issue, they agreed to notify the order of this small transgression and set out to Westbridge to begin the search of the actual members of the Radiant Heart.
Bloody Sorrow from a RadiantHeart IV
The blood on her hands seemed to have changed the very colour of her flesh itself, she sat for only moments taking it all in before taking the wash bowl and placing it in the center of the room. She calmly washed her hands, her eyes draping over the four bodies nailed and butchered around her, They were being attacked heavily, in such a short ammount of time, and yet no retaliation, were they organising an army? building allies? Drying her hands on Narveens shirt, the remaining patch not soaked with her lifeforce, the woman left the small little home, the front door abandoned, wide open.
No sooner had she entered the dark, barely lamp lit street, she was bombarded with the thoughts of another, as soon as they had registered, she pictured the little impish smile of her halfling associate. "Finished up here, how about you?" He was asking.
Sending her own thoughts back along the telepathic link she shared with all her order, she replied "All done here, Check in on the others will you? it strikes me odd we've met no resistance, I'm going to go check into any rumours that might be lingering in the town... why they seem to be taking this personal affront lying down? perhaps they've moved on and death can slowly soak into the streets here, instead of their happy ray of hope."
The telepathic link severed, The woman uttered the words "candushiqahz" as grey mists swirl up around her feet, consuming her body, as the haze finally dissapated the street stood empty. Materialising instantly outside the Market square pub, she entered the building, and assended the stairs.
No sooner had she entered the dark, barely lamp lit street, she was bombarded with the thoughts of another, as soon as they had registered, she pictured the little impish smile of her halfling associate. "Finished up here, how about you?" He was asking.
Sending her own thoughts back along the telepathic link she shared with all her order, she replied "All done here, Check in on the others will you? it strikes me odd we've met no resistance, I'm going to go check into any rumours that might be lingering in the town... why they seem to be taking this personal affront lying down? perhaps they've moved on and death can slowly soak into the streets here, instead of their happy ray of hope."
The telepathic link severed, The woman uttered the words "candushiqahz" as grey mists swirl up around her feet, consuming her body, as the haze finally dissapated the street stood empty. Materialising instantly outside the Market square pub, she entered the building, and assended the stairs.
Advisors
Sanria closed the book and stared at the cover. She sighed heavily and reach- ed out with her mind, "Enmach? Could I speak with you?"
The silvery woman appeared in a moment and gave a small bow. "As you wish."
"Could I ask for your advice?"
"Regarding?"
Here, Sanria hesitated. With a deep breath, she told Enmach everything, and with a saintly patience, the silvery woman listened. At last, when the situa- tion had been relayed, Enmach nodded. "So you have balance when you are here, and chaos when you are at home. If you choose to stay here, you pull apart a family. If you choose to stay there, you are stifled. Why not bring your family here?"
"But... I don't think Colin would be okay. If I leave, he could very well hurt somebody, and I promised him that I wouldn't leave until he was healed."
"I see," Enmach replied thoughtfully. "Have you ever considered you worry too much? That if you weren't so wrapped up in speeding decisions along with regard to Colin, that he would... relax?"
Sanria leaned back with a frown. This consideration had, indeed, escaped her. "No," she replied, "but that doesn't make everything okay. He's scared in a way I've never seen before. Desperate, too. I try to avoid him, hoping that the distance will solve things, but it only-"
"Makes things worse. Tell me," Enmach began, "do you want to be with this other man?"
"We've said we're not marrying again if that's what you mean."
"And you're not interested in being with Colin any longer?"
"Not unless he gets that stuff out of him."
"And then?"
Sanria sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know, truly. He killed someone who was sick. He knew he might. How do I let go of that?"
"Was it this, substance, that caused him to lose his mind?"
"Yes."
"Which would make him sick also as this other woman was?"
"Yes," Sanria answered with a whisper.
"Then, I expect you have deeper thinking to do regarding your motivations. If I could be bold, you don't seem to have a good reason for staying away other than you feel stifled, but if Colin is healed and you seek nothing from this other man..." Enmach paused as Sanria sank a bit into her chair. "It isn't the advice you wanted to hear, is it?"
Sanria looked up with a small smile. She shook her head slowly, unable to speak. "Then," Enmach said, "I will merely advise that you look deeply into yourself, choose with careful, thoughtful consideration, and make a choice that will enable you to continue your work here as a leader, and there as a family member. Provided you take your time, things will work out."
"Thank you," Sanria managed as Enmach vanished once more.
The silvery woman appeared in a moment and gave a small bow. "As you wish."
"Could I ask for your advice?"
"Regarding?"
Here, Sanria hesitated. With a deep breath, she told Enmach everything, and with a saintly patience, the silvery woman listened. At last, when the situa- tion had been relayed, Enmach nodded. "So you have balance when you are here, and chaos when you are at home. If you choose to stay here, you pull apart a family. If you choose to stay there, you are stifled. Why not bring your family here?"
"But... I don't think Colin would be okay. If I leave, he could very well hurt somebody, and I promised him that I wouldn't leave until he was healed."
"I see," Enmach replied thoughtfully. "Have you ever considered you worry too much? That if you weren't so wrapped up in speeding decisions along with regard to Colin, that he would... relax?"
Sanria leaned back with a frown. This consideration had, indeed, escaped her. "No," she replied, "but that doesn't make everything okay. He's scared in a way I've never seen before. Desperate, too. I try to avoid him, hoping that the distance will solve things, but it only-"
"Makes things worse. Tell me," Enmach began, "do you want to be with this other man?"
"We've said we're not marrying again if that's what you mean."
"And you're not interested in being with Colin any longer?"
"Not unless he gets that stuff out of him."
"And then?"
Sanria sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know, truly. He killed someone who was sick. He knew he might. How do I let go of that?"
"Was it this, substance, that caused him to lose his mind?"
"Yes."
"Which would make him sick also as this other woman was?"
"Yes," Sanria answered with a whisper.
"Then, I expect you have deeper thinking to do regarding your motivations. If I could be bold, you don't seem to have a good reason for staying away other than you feel stifled, but if Colin is healed and you seek nothing from this other man..." Enmach paused as Sanria sank a bit into her chair. "It isn't the advice you wanted to hear, is it?"
Sanria looked up with a small smile. She shook her head slowly, unable to speak. "Then," Enmach said, "I will merely advise that you look deeply into yourself, choose with careful, thoughtful consideration, and make a choice that will enable you to continue your work here as a leader, and there as a family member. Provided you take your time, things will work out."
"Thank you," Sanria managed as Enmach vanished once more.
Seeking Balance
Sanria sat in her office and let out a long exhale. The Rilmani had been very gracious to put her up in such a nice place. All her books were here, as were some of theirs. New things to read, new agendas to discuss, but this day found her pensive. Her days had been spent here within the halls of the newly formed Keepers of Balance. She had conducted interviews and met wonderful new people. The troubles that clouded her thoughts were not here. They were at home.
In the span of a mere couple of weeks, Sanria had watched Thasmudyan attempt to heal Colin and nearly kill him. Consequently, in giving Colin CPR, she had lost the baby she was carrying. When Colin woke from his coma, he was devasta- ted, but not so much as when he found out she had gotten back together with Thasmudyan. Then... Thasmudyan had disappeared again. Without him there to anchor her decisions, Colin had grown intense in his pressure. It was as if a desperation had settled over him, and he had no plans in letting go.
Sanria had finally told Colin of her new venture with the Keepers of Balance, and it immediately sent him into waves of panic. "It's too much," and "Don't you think you should be here with your family?" and "You need to balance things here." She had anticipated such resistance, just not with the intensity that Colin had shown. She discussed the possibility of moving out, staying at the castle and sharing the custody of their children in that way, but the bristling of desperation she saw come over Colin's face stalled her from acting on it.
Now, Sanria sat in her office, letting out another sigh. This place was the only freedom she had to be herself, to devote some time to study, without the shadow of Colin following her. Though she told him she wasn't a prisoner in her home, it wasn't the truth.
Sanria got up and walked to her bookshelf, selecting "The Outlands: A retrospective," and returned to her desk. She opened it and began to read, putting a hand on her stomach. For, through being healed by Thasmudyan, Leandra misplacing her Pennyroyal tea, and pressured by Colin, things were almost back to where they had begun. If she didn't do something soon, Sanria also knew that she would be back there as well. She was trying to stick to her principles, but the pressure was growing too much to bear, and Sanria was beginning to cave.
In the span of a mere couple of weeks, Sanria had watched Thasmudyan attempt to heal Colin and nearly kill him. Consequently, in giving Colin CPR, she had lost the baby she was carrying. When Colin woke from his coma, he was devasta- ted, but not so much as when he found out she had gotten back together with Thasmudyan. Then... Thasmudyan had disappeared again. Without him there to anchor her decisions, Colin had grown intense in his pressure. It was as if a desperation had settled over him, and he had no plans in letting go.
Sanria had finally told Colin of her new venture with the Keepers of Balance, and it immediately sent him into waves of panic. "It's too much," and "Don't you think you should be here with your family?" and "You need to balance things here." She had anticipated such resistance, just not with the intensity that Colin had shown. She discussed the possibility of moving out, staying at the castle and sharing the custody of their children in that way, but the bristling of desperation she saw come over Colin's face stalled her from acting on it.
Now, Sanria sat in her office, letting out another sigh. This place was the only freedom she had to be herself, to devote some time to study, without the shadow of Colin following her. Though she told him she wasn't a prisoner in her home, it wasn't the truth.
Sanria got up and walked to her bookshelf, selecting "The Outlands: A retrospective," and returned to her desk. She opened it and began to read, putting a hand on her stomach. For, through being healed by Thasmudyan, Leandra misplacing her Pennyroyal tea, and pressured by Colin, things were almost back to where they had begun. If she didn't do something soon, Sanria also knew that she would be back there as well. She was trying to stick to her principles, but the pressure was growing too much to bear, and Sanria was beginning to cave.
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