A new story .. Pt 3
My return was somewhat less spectacular. I
returned to a small grove of cherry blossom trees under a beautiful night
sky that I had all but forgotten. Although returned I had been changed.
My demonic encounter had changed my form and structure I was a Vampire.
Although made of dead ungrowing flesh, I still continued developing, my
body seeking to return to its origional state before my demise. I was 21
when I died, and as such am sure I still have some developing to do. I
am Seraphim Shadoween. I Exist. And
this is my story... Seraphim Shadoween.
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A new story .. Pt 2
Although I wont go into detail in this memoir
I will say this about him Solomon is a Demon Essence, of the purest Malificence.
He has plagued my life and the life of my father, sister Zariel, and the
lives of all we hold dear. It is his hand that held the blade that ended
my mortal life, and began my exile into the darkness. About 5 years ago
my father and I disappeared from this realm for a long time almost 3 full
years. I went to battle Solomon, and win from him my sisters freedom from
his torture. My father went to stop me. He told me it was too dangerous
and that we could not hope to win. Coward.
The truth is I knew I couldn't win, but how could I sit by and watch him
destroy all I loved. The battle was long, but one sided. The demon was
more than I could have imagined and it was only my exceptional speed that
allowed me to survive as long as I did. In the end however it made no difference.
In the end I lay dead.
My father returned to the realms after returning Solomon to his prison
and brought with him the news of my death. The world here had changed...
loved ones disappearing, or changing... places and names different... and
most notably my beloved Valkyrie's departure for the divine realm.
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A new Story..Pt 1
Every life has a story... and every story...
a beginning. This is mine. My name, is Seraphim Shadoween. I am the son
of a god. I wont go into the dark story that is my past or the unique events
that conspired to create me. What I will tell you is that I am not what
you would expect. I am an Esper.
Filled with magical powers I didn't ask for and don't understand. I am
a Vampire. A
dead thing, walking the night and feeding on the blood of the living. I
am both of these things, yet these are but words. They aren't WHO I am
they don't say anything about ME. I am not a heartless killer, or an insane
tyrant, or a valiant knight, or a noble Saint. I am none of these things
yet the element of them all are in me, as with in all creatures. I live
by my choices. A very long time ago I forbade my father from interfering
in my life. His actions are known well to those who watch such happenings,
and to those who don't? Be thankful. I see my father, Lord Sylus Shadoween,
as the worlds greatest let down and failure.
The man has led a life of suffering and pain. But instead of suffering
alone as he should have, he drags all he loves into it and shares with
them this pain. Many people out there disagree
with me, but this isn't their story... My
life origionally was very happy. I knew the love of the Goddess Hanali,
and worshipped her freely and happily. I was engaged to a lovely Angel
warrior and my skills as a warrior were, in my opinion, exemplary. But
this all came to a crashing halt thanks to one man. Solomon.
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Aquisitions (III)
After a long journey down the blackened corridor,
and the quick search of many old rooms and personal quarters along its
length the StrifeLord of Intrigue reached a grand summoning chamber. Its
vaulted ceiling depicted great victories and heroic stories of the rise
of Cyric and its walls were carefully and artistically painted with murals,
faded but still evident, of the conquests and exploits of faithful of the
One and All. At the center of the room, a grand black throne stood, with
the skeletal remains of some long forgotten Strife Wizard seated upon it.
More notably, the hands of the figure clutched a dusty but undeniably powerful
artifact. A black staff bearing no marking aside from the silver spiral
circling its entire length. After recasting his detection spell, the figure
slowly crept forward, toward the black throne, and the treasure its seated
occupant, held. Seeing no danger, even after a long pause at the throne
itself, the figure reached for the staff. As the StrifeLord grasped the
Staff, the skeletal figure seemed to leap out of its reverie and begin
to cast a spell. The StrifeLord reacted quicker and drew his silver capped
rod from its belthoop and dashed it explodingly into the side of the creature's
head. The antimagic of the rod broke through the creature's defences and
crushed its skull instantly. The form crumpled to the floor in a pile of
rags and bones. Replacing the rod and picking up a few pieces of the skull
he remembered some words Raistlin had once uttered. Never be too dependant
on magic my friend, for it can be the downfall of our kind. Smiling to
himself on how his antimagic rod had pierced the creature's mantles, it
was only too true. At this he looked at the object in his other hand with
renewed interest. Welcome Setzer, the staff telepathically spoke. You are
the new Magister. Finally, Setzer thought. We can truly begin what we so
long have desired to do. S.
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Aquisitions (II)
Now in a large hallway, and up to his knees
in running water the cloaked form articulated a few arcane words to a light
spell and saw his robes runes increase in their intensity. A couple slight
sharp hand gestures and he floated above the frigid underground stream.
His detection spell still active, he proceeded down the hall and avoided
or disarmed any wards or traps found and travelled down the tunnels he
had once walked as a neonate of the Prince of Lies. He came to a large
room that seemed to list to one side, as if the entire plateau had shifted
in a great quake. One half lay dry, with a doorway clearly visible and
the other lay in deep water, its doorway nearly completely submerged beneath
the watery depths. Concentrating on the now much clearer whispers in his
mind, he discerned that the dry path was the one to take. Relieved, he
landed lightly on the dry floor and after a brief scan of the archway,
and the hall beyond he moved gingerly through it. A thunderous snap sounded
as his protective spells absorbed the brunt of the hidden ward. Stunned,
and sent sprawling he shook off the daze and regained his senses. Muttering
an oath not so polite to Raistlin's heritage he narrowed his eyes at the
now apparent ward. It was definitely Raistlin's, the stylized 'R' being
a clear indication. Watching in silence as it slowly faded he scanned the
room again as he recast his protective mantle against lightning. He stood
and stretched his statically charged muscles and then continued, more cautiously,
down the corridor to a dim glow at the other end. He found himself standing
in a large circular room with several other exits, some viable and others
collapsed and impassible by normal means. The glow emanated from a single
sphere hanging in the air at the center of the chamber. The chamber seemed
to silence the mind whispers that had brought the StrifeLord here. Glancing
at the other exits, there was no indication of the correct one to take.
Most certainly, the wrong direction would lead to several wards and potentially
fatal injuries. He unstrung a symbol from his belt and sneered as he gazed
upon the emblem bearing a Flame surrounded by Eight Stars. A Holy symbol
of Mystra recently taken from the corpse of a high ranking Wizard within
that faith. Completing another arcane phrase, the object softly glowed
and levitated from his hand. It suddenly cracked and fell into dust on
the floor. The Lord looked at the marking the dust had formed. An arrow
pointing directly to the first exit to his left. S.
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Aquisitions (I)
Lightning flashed and struck the earth with
a resounding crack and a lone figure, clad in a dark cloak stood on the
massive stone escarpment that was once an ancient clanhold of the Church
of Cyric. Once known as the original Church of Strife, its towers pierced
the skies with spear-like points and its battlements loomed over the surrounding
country like a great and terrible shadow. Now, it was no more then a massive
mound of rubble and recollections of a forgotten age. Its battlements reduced
to piles of rock covered in moss and dirt, and its glories and treasures
buried deep under the plateau that was now buffeted by chill winds and
ceaseless rain. As the figure picked his way through the surface remains
of walls, hallways, and rooms he began to recall several fond memories
of his time as a member, then leader, lost, then found again devotee of
Cyric. These memories had brought this silent and powerful Cyricist to
this lost place. As the wind rushed through the cavernous openings of the
plateau it caused shrill banshee-like cries to echo in the mountainous
region. The traveller paused a moment, and listened, his fine pointed ears
heeding the calls of the tormented souls still bound to the castle. His
sharp icy blue eyes scanned the large room he was in. The old library of
the keep now stood as a burnt husk, with its ceiling open to the elements.
Rainwater cascaded down the walls giving the slick black stone an almost
liquid appearance. It was not the water that caught the figure's attention,
but the way that it seemed to collect in a shallow at one end of the room
and swirl in a tiny whirlpool. Had it not been raining, he might not have
noticed the hidden and cracked seal over the secret staircase. His thin
pale lips curled into a smirk at Raistlin's ingenuity. Raistlin knew his
friend had always loved the rain, and therefore would be most likely to
understand its nature and its secrets. The
form drew a few pinches of dust from within his the confines of his robes.
Careful to keep it from the elements he invoked a spell of water destruction
and watched passively as the water in the shallow faded into nothingness.
He quickly moved to the seal and uttered another spell, this one of detection
to discern any wards present. None of consequence being found, he uttered
a third and final spell and was rewarded as the Dark Sun seal descended,
into a spiral staircase which he quickly walked down. Not long after reaching
the bottom, the figure watched the staircase elevate itself back into its
dark seal at the center of the library. S.
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-9- Loose Ends
It was four weeks since Bosch set out for the
northern lands, and at the start of the fifth week, Clausius received a
message. Thanking the kenku courier once again, Clausius opened the brown
envelope and scanned over the letter written hastily on parchment. "Is
that from Bosch?" asked Arrhenius as he stood
nearby packing away the contents of a shelf. "Yes,
and it is very good news that I must share with everyone." Clausius
pulled himself up atop his desk and stood out over the main collection.
One by one, the Keepers turned to acknowledge him as he cleared his throat
and read the letter out loud: Keepers, I cannot
begin to explain how, but I have reached the end of the Long Road where
I now am given word that there are several abandoned mines available for
our cause. I have also met an interesting individual who has joined us
in hopes that we can help him out as well. He is a podrikev of exceptional
intellect and command of the weave, and I am certain that with his help,
we can have the archives reassembled very quickly. I wish I could give
more detail, but Dagon and I are preparing to leave for the mines as I
write this to you. By the time this reaches the archives in Myth Drannor,
we will have found a place and will most likely be on our way back to help
in any way we can with the move. An appropriate spell anchor will be left
for our transportation needs. With warmest regards, Bosch Muffled
conversations erupted from the Keepers as Clausius lifted his hand to gain
their attention once again. "I have communicated
with the Wizards Council and they have concluded that Bosch is who he claims
to be. Success in his quest has proven him to own a true Keeper spirit,
and I would now ask that the faction discuss the terms of his reinstatement
as leader of the Keepers of Antiquity." The
conversation resumed among the faction as Clausius stepped down from the
desk. As he made his way through the collection, he passed the rows of
boxes and displaced artifacts. "It is rather
sad to see the archives in such a state," commented
Traelith as Clausius passed by. "I sympathize
with you Trae, but greater things necessitate change. All of us working
together now offers the resources to create something more splendid than
ever dreamed of before. We just need the courage to uproot ourselves from
how things are." Traelith nodded as Vaishu
broke into the circle. "Clausius, dont you
think one month is not enough time to have all of this moved and resorted?
I mean, we can get it there in a week, but putting it all back together
is going to take some time." Nodding, Clausius
replied, "And that is where we have been very
lucky to have found a podrikev. With Dagons help, we will have it assembled
very quickly." "And what future does this
place have once it is empty?" asked Dusk.
Clausius stopped at this question and turned his head. "There
are some loose ends to tie here in the ruins. I have an appointment with
my dreams."
The Harper Heralds
Harpers I have wandered much of the realms and feel a calling to another Harper cause. That of the Herald. I feel that it has become my time to join their ranks. As a Haprer Herald I will continue our work but in a different way. I will work for the best in the realm through politics, counseling, and recruiting new Harpers when I can. As a Herald I will retire from active hunting of evil and instead try to draw better from them. I have always been an idealist and I know that there is good in everyone the problem is to draw this inherant from each person and especially rulers. Bruce
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-8- Sleight of Hand (Pt. 2)
A small lantern hung from the center support
pole of the tent. A tall man with a pointed moustache sat across from Dagon,
who crouched to meet him eye to socket. Bosch took a seat on the small
crate which was nearby, watching as the man began to set up his table.
"Branam
must think highly of you two to offer you admittance. I am Suglios the
game leader, and I am here for your amusement"
he
said as he dusted off the table and smiled. Reaching from beneath the table,
he pulled out three tortoise shells and a small ball of string which he
placed in front of them. "The game is simple:
I will shuffle the ball beneath one of the shells, and when I am done,
you tell me where it is. If you guess correctly, I will offer you my help.
If not, then you will offer me your platinum." Suglios
smiled and covered the ball with one of the shells. "And
despite our hospitality, we do not take kindly to those who try to skip
out on a deal. So what do you guys say?" Bosch
stood up, but Dagon quickly pulled him back down. "I
can do this Bosch," he said. Though Bosch
knew this was a scam, he also wanted to trust Dagon, and reluctantly agreed
to the terms. "Very well gentlemen!"
Suglios said as he began to shuffle the shells about. "Watch
the ball carefully as it moves from one end of the table to another..."
Suglios
began to ramble as Dagon watched his movements intently. Bosch paid little
attention as he sat there rather unimpressed at the display. After what
seemed like a long time, Suglios stopped moving the shells and leaned back
proclaiming, "Now tell me which shell the
ball is hiding." "The middle shell," Bosch
whispered to Dagon. "I saw him put it under
the shell with that chip at the bottom." Dagon
shook his head. "No, the middle is too obvious.
It is not the middle shell." Bosch sighed.
"How
much platinum do you have on you Dagon?"
he
asked. "Just a few platinum bearings in my
waist. Why do you ask?" "Well, I sure as hell
am not paying for your wrong guess. You had better not need those bearings."
Dagon
let out a puff of smoke.
"Well gentlemen?
Have you made a decision?"
Suglios asked.
"Yes. I would like to tell you where your
ball is." Dagon replied. Bosch covered his
face. "Go on then my metal friend." "The
middle shell would be too obvious a choice, so I would then guess it is
either to your left or right. Seeing as how you are left handed, I can
assume you would pull the heavier shell, and thus the shell with the ball,
towards your strong arm, but you made twice as many moves to the right
as you did to the left. That leaves the right shell. But on the other hand,
is your left hand, which was too busy holding the ball to pull the shells
any more than necessary to keep the ball hidden." "I
beg your pardon?"
Suglios asked in astonishment.
"Your
left hand, where the ball of string is conveniently tied. You pulled it
right out from beneath the shell in the first move to the right. That is
where your ball is located." Dagon proclaimed
with satisfaction. Bosch looked up to see the troubled face of Suglios
searching the face of the podrikev which had no expression to give. With
a sigh, the man opened his left hand to reveal the ball of string. Bosch
could do nothing but laugh. "You two are the
first to beat me in seven months. I am humbled to say the least."
Suglios
cleared the table and leaned forward with his hands folded together. "As
I am a man of my word, tell me what you need of me and it will be done."
Dagon
began to explain their situation and how they needed to reach Mirabar within
a few days--something that both knew was near impossible. Suglios nodded
with a smile, "Say no more, for I have the
answer you need." Reaching over, Suglios produced
a jewel-encrusted box. He placed it on the table and unlatched it, turning
it towards them. "There is your answer," he
said as Bosch pulled forth a golden horn from within the box. "What
is this," he asked. "It
is a unicorn's horn. Wizards such as yourselves would know what to do with
such a rare and valuable thing. Cast your gate spell while holding it and
you will not fail." Bosch and Dagon thanked
Suglios and Branam for their hospitality and entertainment. With the unicorn's
horn, they would reach their destination before the coming of the next
day, bringing the Keepers that much closer to finding a place for their
cause.
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-8- Sleight of Hand (Pt. 1)
Bosch and Dagon traveled the Long Road on foot,
as neither was very fond of horses. It was five days since the two left
Rassalantar, and their journey had taken them through two more towns and
out of the protection of Waterdeep, where the land was lawless. To the
east, the Hills of Jundar rolled into the horizon and to the west the edge
of the Sword Mountains gave way to long stretches of plains and forest.
This was one of the longest stretches of the road, where two days were
required just to reach the next town of Triboar. They were aiming to be
at the gates by morning. "Do you think the
Keepers can help me?" Dagon asked as they
walked. "I think if anyone can help you, they
can," Bosch replied. "Some
years ago we found a wizard's text in the Ruined City of Myth Drannor that
detailed spell formulae for golem magics. I spent the better part of a
year deciphering them with little success, but the text along with my notes
should still be at the archives. If we can finish the work, then I know
we can help you out." Dagon smiled as podrikevs
do in the most peculiar manner. "Then I will
do my best to help the Keepers and their cause. If we keep on this road
and at this pace, we will reach Mirabar in another week, and there you
will see these mines I speak of." The dwarf
swore at Dagon's assessment of the situation. "We
don't have a week to get there, much less get there and back. We are going
to need some help." "Maybe Branam can help
us," Dagon replied. Bosch stopped and turned
back to see the podrikev reading a wooden sign. On the sign was painted
the words 'Branam's Traveling Show' and it pointed to a small path down
to a group of tents in the distance. Before Bosch could consider it any
longer, he turned to see Dagon halfway towards the tents, talking to someone.
"Well
do consider my offer metal fellow,"
the man
said as Bosch sprinted towards the two. "I
will pass Branam, but thank you. Me and my friend need transportation to
Mirabar. Do you know where we can find such a thing?" The
man laughed as he swirled his cane. "Well,
I can tell you to try hitching a ride with one of the caravans that run
the trade route from Waterdeep, but without platinum, you have about as
much of a chance getting them to agree as you would have if you were a
troll." Bosch glared at Branam, who stood
a good foot taller than him. "C'mon Dagon.
We're wasting our time here." "Whoa, now wait
there fellows. I never said I couldn't help you. Step into the booth of
chance, and my friend Suglios will make you a deal you cannot resist."
Branam
pulled back the opening to the nearest tent which sat beneath a battered,
wooden sign that read 'Suglios' House of Chance'. Before Bosch could reply,
Dagon was already inside sitting across from a tall man in a black coat.
Reluctantly, Bosch joined him.
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Inconsistency
"Well that is
certainly strange..." /What
is?/ Tundra looked over at Icehawk as he spoke.
Icehawk scratched his chin and turned in the chair toward Tundra. The two
were sitting in the cockpit of the FreonIIC.
Icehawk had just completed a telepathic conversation using his crystal
with yet another Apostle of Sune. "Tundra,
do you remember that gnome I made that crystal for?"
/Rhea? Sure, you nearly knocked yourself out
in the process. If not for-/ "I
can't find her anywhere." Icehawk cut off
Tundra's bragging. /What do you mean?/
Tundra blinked as he looked at Icehawk. "Ive
made inquiries everywhere. Even the members of her order dont know where
she is and no ones seen her recently. I meant to see how the crystal was
working out for her, so I started asking around casually, but no ones seen
her." Icehawk puzzled for awhile. It was true.
He had asked Tenchi, Hravngud, and Gazrielle, but in fact every Sunite
he spoke to was at a loss to know where she was. Hed been asking around
for a couple days. Why would she go somewhere without telling even her
fellows? Strange happenings indeed. He stood, stretching his legs, then
left the cockpit, walking further aft in the ship. /Where
we going?/ Tundra asked, nonchalantly following.
"Well as I do with all my inventions, I imbue
a magical essence, a signature if you will, that marks it as mine. The
crystal I gave her is no different. Maybe I can scrye the crystal's location."
Icehawk entered the field lab, walking to a silver bowl filled with a strange
liquid. Carefully bringing it off the shelf, he set it lightly to counter-top.
/Well it's worth a shot... Are you worried?/
"The situation smacks of something dark. I
am not particularly worried, just curious."
He took his spellbook from bag he had dropped in the room earlier. Opening
it to the spell he needed, he gestured over the bowl. He chanted the spidery
words of magic, letting the Weave carry his spell. Completing the chant,
he stared into the bowl, concentrating on the specific crystal, willing
to know its location. Tundra hopped up, his front paws on the countertop,
and looked into the bowl as well. "Well let's
see..."
Written feelings
Retyon sat at the desk in his room and quietly
wrote in a book, the quill forming perfect lines. The ink drying immediately,
as his hand moved across the page. "It seems like a long time ago that
she left us. I do try really hard to remember what she was like.. but people
don't talk about her much and I'm almost afraid to bring it up. I know
she loved us and I keep seeing her.. in alleys and shadows. I know it's
not really her, but I can't help it. I miss her so much. I see others with
families and I try to remember what it was like, but I can't." Retyon set
his quill in his ink bottle for a moment and looked at his hands, not sure
if he should write what he wanted to next. He reached his hand forward,
again picking up the quill. "I ran into Sfen last night. He told me he
tried to reach Mom, and that he did. She said she loved us. He wants Ra
and I to come visit. I'm just really confused and don't know what to do.
Maybe I'll figure it out." Retyon set the quill down and crawled into his
bed, leaving the book open, in the hopes that he would write more tomorrow.
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-7- Gathering (Pt. 2)
The tavern was dirty and smelled of orcs and
urine. Dusk covered his nose, but Blasko nudged him, saying "That my friend
is a sign of quality. We're going to get some really good ale tonight!"
Arrhenius led them to a large table in the corner where two more figures
sat. As they approached, the lamplight flickered across their faces, and
Vaishu immediately recognized them as being Traelith and Ruhl. "You guys
assembled some muscle together here," Blasko smiled as he took a seat.
"Hope we got a perty serving wench today." "I
beg your pardon?" said a voice from nearby
which made Blasko jump from his chair. Loven appeared at the other side
of the table, hiding a grin as she made herself known to the newcomers.
"Uhhh, I didn't say anything," he replied as his face turned red. "That's
better," she said as she unfolded a map across
the table, using the glasses as paperweights. "Since
everyone knows one another here, let's get right down to business shall
we?" Quickly taking a seat, Vaishu and Dusk
leaned in with the others as Loven began to explain the route known as
the Eastern Highway while tracing it with her finger. "With
an airship, we can make the trip in just under a day. With magic, I can
make it in a few hours, but we don't have the luxury of either right now,
so it has been decided to assemble a caravan to haul the archives north."
"Have
you thought about using dragon mounts to fly the archives out?" Arrhenius
asked as he took a sip from his ale. "Dragons
are expensive, inadequate to haul the amount of things we plan on moving,
and unless you know of a good trainer, I'd just as soon not deal with them."
Loven
replied as she continued. "So earlier today,
Ruhl found some merchant traders who would help us in return for some information.
They can provide about 10 horse drawn carts among other things." "But
wait," Traelith intervened. "I
don't have a firm understanding of the arcane, but isn't it the ruins that
keeps you from transporting things by magic?" "Yes,
which is why we're only going to take the carts as far as the summit of
the Storm Horn Mountains."
Loven pointed at
a dark area on the map. "There we will transport
most of the less sensitive things over, using a wizard on the other end
as an anchor point. That's assuming we have a place to move the archives
to." "I've been assured that it's being taken
care of," Vaishu replied.
"In
any event, all of us will set out for Myth Drannor bright and early tomorrow
morning. I can knock off two days from our journey with a gate spell, and
then we hoof it ahead of the caravan and get everything packed and ready
to go." Loven replied as she leaned back in
her chair. For a few moments, everyone sat silent as they thought about
the plan. "I hear there are bandit along the
mountain trails. Do you see that as being a problem Loven?" asked
Vaishu. "Not really. After all, we brought
the muscles. Right Blasko?" Loven laughed
as the titan pretended to ignore her. After several hours of lighthearted
conversation, the keepers retired to their rooms one by one. The next morning
the band of keepers met in Waymoot Square and set out southward towards
Trollbark. Ruhl's merchants came through as expected, meeting them just
south of the Trade Way. With Loven's help, the group was transferred east
of the summit of the Storm Horn Mountains, which was already covered with
a thin layer of frost. Two long and taxing days later, they emerged near
the Temple of the Morning Sun just south of Drannor Forest. The keepers
had reached the place which started it all.
-7- Gathering (Pt. 1)
Three days and two airship rides later, the
three adventurers landed in a field just south of Waterdeep on a cold autumn
afternoon. It had been a slow and tiresome journey that they were only
halfway from completing. "Thanks again for
the ride," Dusk said as he hopped down from
the airship ladder. Vaishu and Blasko were already picking up their bags
they had tossed over just seconds prior. "Don't
mention it guys, and thanks for the beer!" The
pilot waved as he secured the hatch for takeoff. With Vaishu in the lead,
the three began their walk across the overgrown field as the highwind lifted
off behind them. "Do you know where we are
going?" Dusk asked Vaishu as they made the
turn onto the Trade Way road. "Well, Clausius
gave me instructions to meet up with some keepers in Waterdeep, though
he didn't say where or when." "This will be
interesting" Blasko said as he walked past the two without stopping. Dusk
shrugged at the notion as they continued northward. Three hours past sunset,
they reached the gates of the City of Spendors. The smell of burning wood
filled the air as the cold wind bore down upon the city. Vaishu led the
party along, not sure where he was going himself. They reached a large
square with a sign designated the names of streets. The larger road ran
north and south, while a smaller, darker road stretched west. They took
the latter, which wound around several of the lower district, ending them
conveniently at a tavern called 'The
Thirsty Throat.'
A shady titan character stood outside flipping a trinket in the air while
chewing on a length of dry leather. "Interest
you gentlemen in a game of trivia?" he asked
them as he looked up. "No thanks," replied
Dusk. "You might be able to help us though. We are looking for..." The
stranger lifted his hand. "I think you'll
like this game. All you need to do is guess the thing I will now describe."
Vaishu
sighed, looking up at the rising moon.
"It
is small, round, and bears the likeness of a ruined city inset with two
laurels and a single star. Seen anything like this before?" Vaishu
looked over at Dusk, who at the same time looked over at Vaishu. Almost
at the same time, the two reached into their pocket and produced their
tokens, which bore the resemblance that the stranger described. A few seconds
later, Blasko found his token and held it out for all to see. "C'mon
in fellows. We've been waiting for you," the
titan said as he looked up and removed his hood. "You
don't know how much of a relief it is to see you, Arrhenius," replied
Vaishu as the three followed the mercenary inside.
Punishment
Edea looked at the
doors to her matron's temple. Her heart sank. She knew that her pnuishment
for leaving the sity was death. She also knew her matron would have no
qualms in following through with this deed, especially since Edea did not
worshi p Lloth. She worshipped Eilistraee, and that was an embarassment
to the Baenre House. The ruling house of Menzoberranzen. Edea swallowed
hard, a twinge of fear crept through her like painful needles prckiung
her skin. Tears formed in her eyes. Her head hung low, soft tendrils of
ringlets matted to her wet face. Edea placed her hands on the temple doors
and slowly pushed them open. Edea stared ahaed and found her matron glaring
evily at her. "Usstan kyorl ussta disgrace
d'natha dalhar uriu yutsu'. Vel'bol gall dos inbal leaving, Xun dos kyor'ol
ussa ulu tlu thankful whol dosst yutsu?" "Nau Ilharess." Edea
said quietly. "Doer ghil lueth harl'il'cik."
Her
matron ordered loudly. "Harl'il'cik p'los
Lloth, Harl'il'cik p'los l'j'nesst il speaks areion. Eilistraee orn noa
ilta floh'l." Edea walked forawrd, her head
hung low, her eyes to the ground. "Xas ilharess,
izil dos daewl." Edea kneeled at the bottom
of the throne. Heavy sobbing coming from within her, her breathe irregular,
her shoulders heaving. The matron stood up and looked down upon her daughter
in hatred. She turned to her side and took a dagger with the hand le depicting
that of a spider. She turned back to Edea, holding the dagger in the air
over Edea's head. She swung the dagger down hard into Edea's back. Edea
cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The matron bent down over Edea
as if to gloat and uttered in a low low voice. "Dos
orn bleed ulu streea ." she then slit edea's
throat and stormed out of the temple.
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-6- The Broken Machine (Pt. 2)
"Ahh. A dwarf! Such a long time since I've
seen a dwarf!" Bosch had seen at least two
more since his arrival in Rassalantar and considered asking it if it had
lived in a cave its whole life, but then the answer may very well have
been yes. "Yes, I am a dwarf, and would I
be right to guess you are a podrikev?" It
bobbed its head in agreement. "There are not
many of your kind left in the realms. Is there any particular reason why
you were crawling around beneath my innroom?" he
asked. The podrikev looked down. "It is cold
and dry there, and while it can postpone my eventual failure, I had to
find other means. I am broken." Bosch looked
the podrikev up and down. It was shorter than most he remembered and badly
rusted, though its brain seemed to be working normally. In fact, it articulated
speech very well for most. "How are you broken,"
Bosch
asked. The podrikev shuddered as it rose up from its resting position.
With a loud grinding sound, it moved its arms and legs until smoke began
to rise from them. "I am seven years due for
maintenance and three years past my life expectancy. It was my hope that
expending the energy to come up to the surface would afford me the opportunity
to find someone who could help. Do you know golem magic?" "I
think I know some people that may be able to help you out," Bosch
said after a moment. "How fit are you to accompany
me north?" The podrikev looked northward and
then back at Bosch. "I think can make the
journey. How far are we going?" Bosch smiled
at the question, because he didnt have a good answer for it. "Your
guess is as good as mine how far I need to go, but I cannot return without
finding something." Bosch looked out over
the Long Road as it disappeared into the darkness. The moon rose high in
the sky as it waited for the sun to chase it away once again. "Tomorrow
at first light, I will set out. If you are here then, I will tell you more
about my quest and you can accompany me. My friends can help you." In
reply, the podrikev bobbed its head and let out a whirl. As Bosch walked
back to the inn, he turned to ask the podrikev his name. "The
gnome who built me gave me the same name as the gnome who I once was. The
name was Dagon. You can call me Dagon." "Well,
Dagon. I will see you shortly then." "Shortly,
yes."
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-6- The Broken Machine (Pt. 1)
The silence of the night broke with the sound
of grinding metal. Bosch darted up from his sleep just as it ended without
the slightest hint of where it came from. It took a few moments for the
dwarf to realize where he was at--a feeling he was very familiar with now.
With the least amount of commotion, Bosch slipped his hand into his bag
and felt around for his ball of light. Finding its smooth contours, he
sat and waited Vwrrrrr... Bosch
stood up, pulling the ball of light out such that he was temporarily blinded
by the sudden brightness. The innroom was empty. He listened for a moment,
but there was nothing but the sounds of the insects outside. Sitting back
down, he covered the ball of light and leaned back against the wall with
heavy eyes. Thinking about the sound, he could almost place it. It
was a sound that reminded him of when he was young and working in the mines.
The ore carts when full would travel with such momentum that the operator
would have to apply the brakes, which made a rather awful noise, accompanied
by the smell of charred leather. But then it didn't sound like grinding
metal. What was it that he remembered? In later years, they brought in
machines to do the mining, as the inhospitable conditions began to take
their toll on the dwarves and their health. They were fashioned from metal
and given humanoid shapes and sentience. To each was assigned a dwarf who
would be in charge of maintaining them by keeping them properly oiled and
enchanted with golem magics such that their nonmetal brains would not die.
On occasion they would expel exhaust though a relief port on their backside.
The smell was near unbearable, almost as unpleasant as the sound they made...
Vrwwrrrr...
The
sound woke Bosch from his dreaming. There was no mistaking it: it was coming
from beneath him and much fainter than the first two. Leaning down, Bosch
put his ear to the cold wooden floor. The faint sound of clanking metal
could be heard echoing from below. Bosch followed it as it moved towards
the door and out into the tavern. Vwwrrr..rr..ckkk
Feeling
no malice, Bosch opted to knock against the floor. It was solid, suggesting
there were no rooms beneath him. And then it knocked back. "Thrun?
Fick?" a neutral voice called out from below.
"Anyone
up there?" Bosch was decidely puzzled at this
new development. It's not every day voices call out from underground. "Umm...Do
you need assistance?" he asked. "Do
you need an assistant?" the voice replied.
Bosch was taken back by the reply. "What if
I say yes?" he asked. The sounds became louder
and Bosch followed the movements outside where they made a beeline for
the road. It traveled near as fast as his dwarven legs could carry him
and he was quickly winded just as it stopped short of the Keep Woods. There
the ground began to rumble as a mound of dirt rose up. In a few moments,
a metal arm broke through, followed by another. A head poked out, and then
a large metal body. As it heaved itself out of the hole, several bare rotors
expelled dirt from its underarm. With a quiver, the loud noises ceased,
and glowing eyes looked at Bosch from two skeletal sockets.
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-4- Keepers and Demons
It took less than two days to for Vaishu to
find a lead. It was in the small city of Stonebow Dale that a local shopkeeper
had sold supplies to two mercenaries who called themselves keepers. They
were headed into the city of storms down through the Mithril Caves where
Vaishu knew right away their destination. Gathering his things, he made
the descent into the city known as Darrowmere on the seventh hour of nightfall.
It was less than an hour before the gates of the city appeared in the haze,
shrouded beneath a dense mass of clouds and darkness. Darrowmere was a
city of extraordinary beauty, though cursed to forever dwell in the shadows
of the rainstorms. For those who called it home, the rain was less curse
than circumstance and the strider felt out of place, being the only one
who ran for cover under the eaves of the buildings. It was just east of
the southern entrance that he found the mansion he was looking for. Accounts
document the story of Hawke and the demon which was imprisoned in his basement
--A demon of great power and evil. And of course as such stories go, a
demon that guarded a valuable antiquity. The doors of the mansion remained
ajar, suggesting someone had recently been through it. To the right stood
the massive door to the basement, which was also left half open, freshly
picked as indicated by the scars on the lockhead. The stairs descended
into a immensely dark and cold basement which sounded of strange noises
and faint echoes. As he traversed them, he saw the glowing eyes of curious
creatures darting back and forth through the darkness, though they were
seeming more scared of him than he was of them. The echoes grew louder
and it was perhaps halfway through that he realized they were voices. He
followed these voices to an opening in the ground where two demon corpses
sat amidst a pile of empty vials. Looking inside, the faint glows revealed
the images of three figures: two mercenaries and the demon who towered
above them flailing its arms and swinging its tail as it swooped back and
forth on leathery wings of blood red. The mercenaries circled the demon
equidistant from one another, while taking turns striking it with their
weapons. The larger of the two held a pair of spears with a length of rope
tied to his wrist. This he would use like a javelin at times, tossing it
forward and drawing it in, but then when the demon faced him, he would
wield it like a halberd, parrying the blows with one, while dealing them
with another. The smaller mercenary wielded two swords, one of which shimmered
like so many piles of treasure and resisted the blood like oil to water
such that the blade never appeared dull. His other sword was a bit shorter
and blue as ice as he used it to parry while striking with the first. For
several minutes Vaishu watched the display from his vantage point while
entertaining thoughts of joining in, but it remained too well orchestrated
to toss in another variable. Within a few more minutes, the shorter mercenary
dealt a fatal blow to the demon, and it fell to the ground such that the
whole place shook with a great sound. "Drumroll" yelled the larger, titan
mercenary to the first, who began to simulate a drumroll with his swords
as he made a poor attempt at articulating the sound. "And nothing!" was
the reply as the titan spit at the corpse in frustration. It also here
that Vaishu could no longer hide his amusement as he let out a laugh from
above. "Need a hand out of there?" he
asked the titan, who he could now clearly identify as being Blasko. "Sure!"
Blasko replied as he reached for Vaishus outstretched arm. "We can just
leave Dusk down here." "Hey!" yelled
the human merc, who quickly pulled himself out of the hole in fear of the
others making true to their suggestion. "So
you guys got time for a break?" asked Vaishu.
"Always," replied Dusk. Blasko nodded in agreement, and the three made their way out of the mansion.
"Always," replied Dusk. Blasko nodded in agreement, and the three made their way out of the mansion.
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Spoiled Plans
Standing out of her crouch, Rhea eyed the stone
before giving a quick nod and setting it into the pouch on her belt. Cinching
the small bag, she tucked the ties behind her belt and grinned. The pond
shimmered in the sun before her, and with a final glance down its shore
she turned and stuffed her hands into her pockets. There was a bounce in
her step as she left the park and started down the road toward the jeweler's.
Reaching for another pouch on her belt, the gnome slipped her fingers in
and withdrew a handful of coins. Eyeing them, she nodded to herself. That
should be enough, she figured, slipping them
back into the pouch. A few gemstones, a few painted stones, and she would
have the makings for another of her creations. She thought of making it
mechanical this time, a toy for the children she had seen roaming the Sunite
hall. Back in her room she had the metal she would need, but she didn't
have the colors of gems she wanted. Turning down an alley as a shortcut,
she started to reach for her tablet to prepare her request. With a grin,
she let her arms drop back to her sides; she didn't need it any more. The
creation Icehawk had given her allowed her thoughtspeech, and she still
marveled at such a large gift from a virtual stranger. Little did he know
how much it meant -- Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her from behind,
pulling her into the shadows of the alley. There was a flash of motion
in front of her and a hand clasped her choker, removing it before she could
call out. She struggled, kicking backward and meeting only air as the grip
on her tightened. A cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth; instinctively,
she took a deep breath, inhaling a strange scent deeply. She coughed, pulling
her head backward, and the cloth was pressed closer to her face. Silently
she cursed herself for not carrying her dagger, for thinking herself safe
without it. Twisting, she tried to pull away, one of her pouches catching
and ripping open. The stones she'd collected spilled out onto the ground
around her. With a fast motion, her head was pressed forward into the cloth,
and she took another deep breath of the strange substance. The alley around
her began to spin, and she slumped backward into her captive's grasp as
she fell unconscious.
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-5- Correspondence
Clausius closed his eyes and the world fell
around him like a house of cards. Without focus, the thoughts rebuilt themselves
into visions, though fuzzy and lacking in substance. As verified by the
Entity, these visions were prophetic, but what good was a prophecy if the
writing remained undecipherable? For perhaps the better part of a year
he had them off and on. When luck was with him, he could make out images,
and sometimes faces, though they were often confused with people he had
known such that it was difficult to tell at any given time whether the
face he remember was from a dream or from his memory. One face in particular
haunted his dreams for many months. She was a young girl, with jet black
hair and dark robes; human in appearance, though the wicked gleam in her
eyes betrayed a heritage that was anything but innocent... A knock at the
door broke Clausius from his dreams. It was well past the ninth hour, yet
someone found it necessary to pay him a visit. Reluctantly, he opened the
door to the face of a familiar kenku courier bearing a large scroll tube.
"Pardon
the intrusion Clausius, but this message came with the instruction that
it be delivered immediately upon receipt."
Clausius
nodded and accepted the tube, which bore the seal of the Wizard's Guild
along its side. It was the reply he was waiting for, within a week of sending
it as his friends in the guild were always quick to answer his correspondence.
"Come
in a moment," he replied to the courier, who
was soaked from the rain. Clausius walked to the main archives, with the
kenku close behind, and made his way over to the desk which still sat cluttered
with various objects. Scooting them to the side, he broke the seal on the
tube and tipped it over. A roll of heavy parchments fell out onto the table,
each bearing the seal of the Guild. The first he read near the fire: In
response to your letter received on the second week of Eleasias, we have
convened and discussed your inquiries: To your first question, by our methods,
this one you call Bosch is who he says he is. His records in the guild
are also in tact, as there was never a claim made to his wealth. We shall
expect a visit from him shortly to have his records updated or otherwise
removed from the repository. To your second question, it is curious you
know of the details of our encounter with this girl you so vividly describe.
She was declined the opportuntiy to study here due to an impure bloodline
that we cannot place, though her skills with the weave are exceptional.
Attached is our report on this girl, which you should find more informative
that I can make it to be. It is also convenient that you should send us
this inquiry, as we have something that we need to discuss with you and
your faction. Some recent information has come to our attention concerning
the imbalance of powers in the realms. While we would like to have you
come in person to the High Tower, we realize that you are not as fit for
travel as you may have been 200 years ago, and so we will accept any trusted
representative to appear before us at either's convenience. The
next few pages were the official reports on Bosch and the girl who remained
nameless on all pages. Clausius pulled a piece of paper from his desk and
prepared a reply: To the High Council of the
Wizard's Guild, I will make preparations to send a representative you are
no doubt familiar with. The Simbul is currently attending to clan affairs
in the east, but I will ask that she convene with the council at her earliest
convenience. In regards to the information you have provided on both of
my inquiries, I thank you for the help in these matters. The business with
Bosch's records will be reconciled as soon as he returns from a trip of
the utmost importance. The future of our humble faction relies on his success
in this journey, and so I ask that you be patient until such time as the
plans are finalized. With warmest regards, Clausius Sagacus Sealing
the letter in wax, Clausius imprinted the Sagacus crest upon it and handed
it to the courier with confidence that it would reach its destination with
the greatest of speeds.
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The Beginning Pt. I
After many days of endless stress I made my
way to the Blue Moon Tavern. I Pulled a few coins out of my pocket, slammed
them on the bar and demanded service. The Bartender hustled his way to
where I was sitting 'What are ya drinkin?'
he asked, I replied 'Give me a bottle of your
finest wine'. He pulled a 12 ounce of his
best White Whine and poped the cork, and poured me a glass, 'Have
the whole thing, you look like you need it'.
'Thanks' I said,
chuckling a bit. 'Don't mention it'.
I picked up the bottle and glass and caught out of the corner of my eye
the image of the women whom I have come to love very much. I let out a
slight whistle trying to catch her attention, success!! she slowly walked
to me with the brightest
smile I've ever seen on her face. Strolling up behind was her pet Kaji
purring away like always. I beckoned for her to follow but instead she
rushed by me sneaking off to the Back Room of the Tavern. I quickly followed
her path, moving from room to room, trying hard at the same time to not
spill my drink. Finally I made it to Back Room panting as if I had just
had a battle with Tchazzar and won (out of pure luck). Looking around the
room I noticed she had somehow pushed the two chairs together making it
seem as if it was a couch. I sat on one of the chairs, Wine Glass and Bottle
in hand, poured some more wine, I noticed Xairin had a puzzled look on
her face, she said 'What's that for?',
I told her 'It's just a little wine, never
hurt anybody.'.
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-3- NorthBound
The autumn sun hung low over the horizon as
Bosch made his way into the small hamlet located just north of Waterdeep.
It was his final stop on a long journey northward, where he would search
out the future of the faction. His decision to search in the northern lands
came rather spontaneously as he stood in the square in Waterdeep. The south
was infested with trolls, and the east was a wilderness he would just as
soon forget. The west had potential, but only after crossing the Sea of
Swords, which would open up more options than he had time to consider.
That left the north, of which little information was still known, and that
was a definite selling point for his decision. While he had a long journey
ahead of him, he knew that it would be much easier to manage if he rested
up for the evening. Passing by several farms, he noticed a group of buildings
set up in what he only guessed as being the center of the settlement. The
Long Road passed directly through and opened up into a crude square with
several water troughs and hay. A crude road stretched to the east across
the fields and down into a swampy area below. Just a few paces from the
road sat an inn which seemed to be doing quite well, as patrons frequented
it more so than they did anything else. Bosch made his way in. At the front
desk stood a stocky, middle-aged man who was busy with an angry patron.
The patron, obviously drunk, was busy yelling at the innkeeper and beating
his fist against the desk while rambling on about his room. When he grew
tired, the innkeeper leaned forward and whispered in the patrons face,
such that it became white with fear. In another instance, it was all over,
with the patron stumbling quickly out the door, but not before setting
down a few platinum pieces on the desk. "Greetings!
What can we do for you here in the Sleeping Dragon?" Bosch
was taken aback for a moment at the sudden pleasantness of the innkeeper,
but it was only for a moment. "I've been on
the road for several days without a decent place to rest. I was wondering
if you had a room?" The innkeeper laughed.
"You
are fortunate. One just became available. The price will be 5 platinum,
and that includes a meal and drink. Bosch
counted out five platinum coins and placed them onto the desk. With one
hand, the innkeeper slid the money towards him and tossed Bosch a key with
the other. This switch happened so quick that Bosch nearly lost his bag
trying to recover the flying key, causing the innkeeper to laugh. "You'll
like this room. Breakfast is served within an hours of sunrise, so don't
miss it. And losing that key will cost you much more than I think you can
afford. Have a good night!" Bosch made his
way through the tavern area toward the back where the rooms were. Opening
his room number, he found the accomidations less than pleasant, with half
eaten food still on the table and an unmade bed complete with beer stains.
But Bosch never quite got used to beds again, having spent a decade sleeping
on beds of leaves and soft earth. Pulling the straw mattress from the bedframe,
he made himself a place to sleep and quickly settled in for the night.
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-2- Greater Things
Clausius and Vaishu entered the main collection
of the archives, which was a vast chamber filled with rows upon rows of
shelves and cases. At the end of near every row were stacks of containers
filled with overflow which made the aisles extremely difficult to navigate.
Clausius and Vaishu meandered their way through to a large fireplace at
the northern wall. In front of it was an equally large desk that sat in
a small clearing that managed to remain uncluttered from the invading antiquities.
With a smile, Vaishu placed his bag on the desk and pulled it open. "Two
sets of crystal panes from Waterdeep," he
said as he produced two wooden boxes. "The
jeweler apologizes for being late with them." Clausius
opened the boxes and examined the panes under the firelight. "I
will settle with him next month when he visits. Did you manage to find
the tools?" Vaishu smiled as he produced several
leather bundles from the bags. "They were
hard to find, but I managed to locate a trader from Heifong that acquired
them for me." Clausius nodded as he produced
a dwarven toolbox from under the desk. Taking the tools one by one, he
began to sort them in the toolbox with the greatest of care and satisfaction.
For several minutes, the two rooted through the bags, producing a sizable
pile of seemingly unrelated items. Along with the crystal panes and tools,
there were three bronze shields, two spools of binding leather, a tanner's
kit, several small sheets of various metal, including copper, tin, and
soft iron, a canister of metal polish, and several books related to manufacturing
of small machines and other mechanical contraptions. All of these things
Clausius sorted and piled next to more items which looked even stranger
together. "I know you won't tell me what these
things are for, but I ran into Bosch who was also in Waterdeep, and he
seemed to know about the items I was looking for. I was just curious if
you two were planning something." Vaishu asked
as he stood up in front of the desk. "Well,
it is a safe assumption that we are always planning something, but to answer
your question: Yes, he has always known about the dreams and my interest
in them." A spark of interest showed in the
halfling as he looked up at Clausius, such that Clausius had to justify
his statement. "Well, my intentions regarding
these things you brought me are not related to the future of the faction.
It is strictly a personal interest, but one that may prove beneficial to
our cause. I think I will stop at that for fear of dragging you into my
flights of fancy." He was adamant about keeping
secrets. That is one thing Vaishu was certain about when it came to Clausius.
While curiosity burned within him, he knew also that Clausius had his reasons
for not letting on to certain things. It was an old observation that Vaishu
had learned about and also learned to live with from the day he came to
know the keepers now just half a year prior. And
as expected, Clausius had another task to utilize the strider's abilities
with. Tearing a strip of parchment from his stack of notes, Clausius penned
several lines and handed it over to Vaishu. "I
need you to locate these keepers for me and have them come to the archives."
Taking
the parchment, Vaishu folded it up and carefully placed it in his pocket.
"And
when do you need them here," he asked. "Within
the next few weeks if possible. As we speak, Bosch is busy searching for
a new place to store the archives and we will need all the help we can
get for the move." Vaishu blinked slowly.
"The
move?" Clausius smiled at the reply, having
purposely instigated it. "Yes, I would like
to have everything moved within the month. There will be no problem finding
them right?" The halfling grinned at the question
which he couldn't possibly answer in any truthful capacity. He thought
how ambitious such a proposal was when there wasn't even a place to move
to as of then. Even with all of the keepers assembled to work on the move,
it would be very difficult to have it all transported and reordered within
the year, much less within the month. But then something had to be said
about optimism and that is where he mustered the courage to reply that
finding them would be no problem. "Good,"
replied
Clausius. "Good luck?" asked
Vaishu. "If any luck is with us in this endeavor,
it will be good," was Clausius' reply as Vaishu
exited the archives.
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Vaishu
-1- Dawn of a Legacy
Dark clouds loomed over the forests around the ruined city. At an outcropping of rocks there sat carved a small place called simply 'The Archives'. It is a place where on this particular evening an aged titan sat in an equally aged wooden chair inside a room with no roof. In place of one was a tattered canvas, partially draped over a series of rings fabricated into a dome such that leaves and birds wandered in freely from the outside. Also that evening, the titan named Clausius let wander in thoughts of shaking the stability in his life. For longer that he could remember, this place served as his repository for all things he knew or hoped to know about his world. It was his lifes work, and as such his life, but he also knew that beyond the antiquities and beyond the volumes of knowledge, there lied a greater cause that pre-existed all others. It was time to complete the legacy. And with those thoughts came the rain. The droplets fell through the open roof with no resistance and struck the ground forcefully, saturating the room with the smell of dry earth. The elder titan sat in his chair, tossing a ball of string to the ground such that it rolled and bounced across the floor. A length of the string remained tied to his finger such that with a tug of his wrist, the ball came bounding back to his hands. This he entertained himself with through the rain, until the ball became saturated to the point that it fell like dead weight onto the ground. That is when he realized it was raining and that he was not alone. "You become stranger by the day, Clausius" a voice called out through the downpour. Clausius turned to see a cloaked halfling standing in the entranceway holding several bags. Ah Vaishu. Good to see you again." Clausius rose from his chair as he pocketed the ball of string. "Good to see me or to see these bags full?" Vaishu replied as he lifted them slightly to show they were indeed heavy with items. "Both to be honest, but you above all else. Let me gather my senses again and we'll have a look." Clausius made his way over to the large rope which was tied to the canvas. With a gentle tug, the canvas pulled shut and with it came several splashes of water. Vaishu watched this display carefully, being more interested in the funny length of string which ran from the titans pocket to his finger. "So I must ask you: what is the ball of string for?" Vaishu asked as they made their way down the hallway. "Well, it was of the advice of a friend that I take up new hobbies, and I found that the string helps me understand." "Oh really? How so?" asked the halfling. Clausius looked up again, half taken by surprise at the question. A few paces later, he replied, "Well, I was just thinking how much me and this ball of string have in common. Someone drops it and it rolls like it was meant to roll, across the ground in all its imperfections. Somewhere it will stop as it hits a rock or maybe just runs out of momentum, but no matter what niche it finds, theres something it cannot change. It is always tied to something; tied to its driving force if you will that will eventually decide its time to pull that ball of string back in and let it roll again." Vaishu looked at him with a puzzled look and shook his head. "You know, dont take this the wrong way, but sometimes I think all this isolation starts getting to your head." Clausius cracked a smile amidst a look of concern. "Perhaps youre right. All I know is that Ive been sitting in my little niche too long now for something not to come along and pull me out." Clausius stopped at the end of the short hallway to hang up his robe which was soaked with water. Taking one of the bags from Vaishu, he patted him on the back and said, "Let us dry by the fire and see what kinds of things you have for me."
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Vaishu
Horrible Mistake
I hit the floor suddenly, coming awake forcefully.
Eyes flying open, I lay still for a moment, catching my breath before rolling
onto my back and staring through the darkness at the ceiling. Usually I
would light a small flame to illuminate the room, but tonight the darkness
suited me better. Through the floor I felt the soft vibration of the wind
despite the magical shock absorbtion in place; the Alyra was being pelted
by strong winds, anchored in her place high above the moutains. A pain
jolted through my gut as memories from the evening before came back to
me in a rush, and I curled my knees up to my chest as waves of tears "No,"
I told myself quietly, forcing myself to my feet. "It was an accident,
nothing more." The words sounded hollow even to me, though. Ret and I had
made a horrible mistake. I reached out, picking up a dagger from my desk
and weighing it in my hand. Memories flashed in my mind quickly. Ret's
eagerness to explore, trying to cheer me up, had taken us to new parts.
His magic had led us there, and I'd slowly been warming to the idea when
we'd come across the bandit. "We were only defending ourselves." It did
nothing to comfort me. I sat back down on my cot, tracing the odd imprint
on the dagger's hilt with one of my fingers. That was probably the worst
part. I'd killed him with my mother's dagger. Standing quickly, I flung
the dagger sideways at the wall, turning and fleeing the room before it
hit the floor. I clamored up the stairs and rushed down the hallway to
the open helm of the Alyra, climbing up onto the railing and standing there,
staring out over the landscape. The brisk wind caught me, throwing me backward
onto the deck, and for the second time I landed heavily. Instead of getting
up this time, I rolled onto my side and cried.
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Drowling [3]
"Please leave
me...I'm quite fine now. Thanks for the help, it shall be repayed generously."
Starlight said to Vidala. "No
problem M'Lady, twas a pleasure delivering a new life into this world."
Vidala responded politely and left the room, quietly shutting the door.
Starlight gently caressed the head of the newborn child... Minutes later
a soft knock on the door interrupted their privacy. "Well,
come in if you must."
Starlight was obviously mispleased with the intrusion. The door opened
and Cragath walked in, calm as always. "Well,
as I see it all went nicely."
He said with a smile on his face "Indeed
it did...and I have you to thank..."
Starlight said, barely holding back a yawn, "sorry,
I'm a bit tired at the moment, again, I thank you for what you have done.""Not
at all, 'tis all my duty. Peace and justice for all. I shall leave you
to rest now. Sleep well, you and your child."
Cragath said, pleased that another one of his days went fine. "Oh
yea," he mentioned
on his way out, "may
I know who the father is?".
"Well,
if you must know it was Ryel."
Starlight responded hesitantly "I
see...well...if you need anything else I'll be downstairs sipping my ale
and listening to the gossip as usual. Sleep well."
Starlight nodded, put the little child next to herself and sank into a
deep slumber. The litte drowling was sleeping soundly, unaware of what
the future could bring...
Drowling [2]
Walking around the misty and rainy forest of Darrowmere Adelaide suddenly spotted a figure in a grey cloak approaching her. "Hello there, traveller, wonderful day, isn't it?" she mentioned looking at the wayfarer with a mischevous smile. The traveller peered at the dark clouds that were constantly spouting down cold rain and chuckled. "Cheerful as always you are eh? Well, I'm not quite in the joking mood right now, kind of need a favor." the cloaked stranger said. "Anything you need, Cragath, you know I'm always there for a friend" Adelaide responded. "Starlight is currently in labor in the Prancing Stallion Tavern, I need an experienced healer there to deliver the child.""Say no more, of course I shall help." Without further delay Adelaide fluttered her tiny wings and disappeared, with no trace of her presence other than a pinch of glittering pixie dust. (Back at the tavern) Appearing right before Starlight Adelaide knew exactly what to do... afterall it wasn't her first time assisting a delivery. "Well, a priest has got to do what a priest was called in to do." Adelaide said to herself and uttered a few words. Starlight instantly took a lighter breath and seemed more relieved. "This little charm will make the delivery much easier, rest assured, you're in good hands, dear Starlight. Just relax." Starlight nodded, "I trust my life...and my child's life in your hands, pixie. Do your duty well." "I always do, dear, just keep calm and focused, we'll have this taken care of in no time." (Quite a while later) "Waaaaaaaaaaaah!!" The baby's cry broke the tension in the tavern room. "It's a completely healthy little drowling." Adelaide said, nodding in satisfaction. Both mother and child are fine. Adelaide smiled. "I love it when those things come out right". Vidala nodded in agreement. "From the looks of it the mother and the child will be fine" Adelaide continued, "a little rest it'll all be fine. I shall be off now. A flutter of pixie wings and a small flash of light...Adelaide is gone..
Drowling [1]
The night was cold...and chilly winds were
out. Luckily Cragath
was spending this eve inside a nice cozy tavern just outside of the city
of Westbridge, in the forest of Haon Dor. Cragath was calmly sitting at
the bar, relaxing from a hard day of tiring work. Absently listening to
the travelling bard he noticed an intriguingly odd figure entering the
tavern. A short, from first glance female figure, crouched, like under
a heavy weight, groaning from...pain? After making such an observation,
Cragath decided to offer his assistance to the person that was obviosly
in need of it. As he approached the figure and peered under the hood of
the cloak, he discovered that the person was none other than Starlight,
a drow Cragath knew rather well... "What's
wrong? Anything I can help you with?"
Cragath inquired. "Arrg...I'm
in pain...the child...labor..."
Starlight uttered with pain in her voice. "Oh
God...she's in labor!",
trying to stay calm, Cragath picked Starlight up and carried her upstairs,
to the private rooms of the tavern, on his way up he motioned Vidala, the
tavernkeeper's wife to get some hot water and clean towels. Vidala nodded
and tossed Cragath a key to one of the rooms "On the house." she said and rushed off to
fulfil Cragath's request. Up in the room Cragath gently set Starlight onto
a bed. Vidala arrived with the requested hot water and clean towels. "Take
care of her for now, I'm off to get a reliable cleric to perform the delivery."
Cragath said and hastily made his way towards the exit.
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Starlight
A Decision To Make
Mirage sits on her bed, her knees drawn to
her chest, her cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes narrowed on her mirror,
she sits there staring at what she feels is a pathetic excuse for a Sunite.
She thinks of all that has happened, all of her pain, all those who have
shunned her. She thinks of all the terrible things she has learned of her
past, many of which shame her. She says in a a harsh anger stricken voice
"Why
can I not remember?!" Tears form fresh on
her face, cries of sadness and pain apparent. She stands up looking around,
the rooms spins. Mirage places a hand on her forehead and steadies herself
a moment letting out a long sigh. "I need
to start fresh, bring amends, I need to end my foolishness, weed the good
from the bad, I will make Sune proud, I will find myself." Mirage
grabs some of her things and walks slowly yo the door. She looks back a
moment, placing her hand on the door jamb. She says quietly "When
I return all will be new, and I will know what to do." Mirage
turns towards the door and takes a deep breath.
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When you wake
[Note: I hope you don't mind this being in
second person. It isn't for anyone else's consumption but your own. I don't
terribly like acting for other people, but this seemed a likely scenario.
And as we can't realistically RP every moment they spend together, consider
this role one possible way Icehawk's waking could have gone. Enjoy! --nicoLe]
As you lie in your bed, consciousness slowly creeping back to you, you
breathe in strange sweet and savory aromas seldom encountered on board
the Freon IIC. When you eventually open your eyes and look around the room,
you notice a halfling woman sitting cross-legged in a chair near your bed,
her black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is wearing little more
than a black tank top and a pair of white panties. Across her lap is a
notepad with a handsewn binding of black cloth. The pages are lined oddly,
a series of five close lines crossing the page. You might recognize these
lines as staves for musical notation. Humming a haunting melody quietly
to herself, she quickly jots a few notes down. You could watch her like
this for a while if you wanted, as she hardly looks up, enthralled in her
own doings. If you do so, she will look up after a few long moments and
offer you a broad, gentle smile, setting the notepad down as she gets up
and joins you in bed. If you move too much or decide to say something,
she'll look up and offer you a small, distracted "Hrmm?"
followed by a quick, surprised "Oh!"
Clumsily, she will set the notepad down and run to your side. "How
ya feeling?" she asks, hopping into bed and
planting a happy kiss on your neck. You run your hands over her near-naked
body and smile. "Much better now."
Your fingers find their way under her tank top, her skin erupting in goosebumps
at your eager touch. A slight shiver runs over her body and with wide eyes
she tells you, "I've got bread in the mmmrvremmm,"
her words cut off by your quick kiss. For a short while, she indulges you,
letting your hands wander as they will, lost in your kisses. Soon enough,
however, a loud ding beckons from the galley, causing her to jump. Most
likely, she is quicker than you and races off to check on her bread before
you can protest. But if you do happen to be fast enough to grab her, she
will ask you simply, "Do you want the ship
full of smoke again?" Though you could smell
the fresh bread when she opened the oven, Eleni comes back empty handed,
a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Wild sex ensues for as long as
you see fit. When you are both sated, lying naked next to each other, with
a surprising amount of energy, she hops out of bed and runs out the room.
She comes back a few minutes later, still deliciously naked, carrying a
too-large tray. "Something to fill your belly."
She smiles broadly, setting the tray next to you on the bed. Two large
metal bowls containing what seems to be an unreasonable amount of pasta
and vegtables dominate the tray. Four slices of a dark bread with a light
brown spread rest next to a set of large tea cups. "Cinnamon
nutmeg tea with a touch of brandy. Pipeweed bread, Teatree recipe, with
honey-butter. And my own personal chicken stew. I meant it to be a soup,
but people told me it's way too thick. So, it's stew, I suppose. And the
bread is better than any you'll find around here. I won't cook like this
often. So enjoy it while you can." Even if
you try to interrupt her she'll keep speaking, quite proud of her cooking.
She climbs into bed next to you and slides her pale, lovely legs under
the covers. You pull the tray across your laps and enjoy a wonderful naked
lunch or dinner or breakfast, whichever it would when you awoke. :}
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Seline's Journal pg 7
Tuesday 4th of Nightal, year still unknown
Interesting meeting today with a vampire called Arghaii. Seems in this
world he was a High Lord of Mysteries, defeated and turned by the Mad God,
Then claimed by the One that comes in the Night. Also interesting that
those within the Church of Mystra here that participated in his defeat
left (were kicked out of?) the church, Yet he still attacked the Church
till Our Lady had to personally interfere... Now he claims to have a home...where
She who walks in the Night lives..yet he does not serve her...Place called
Sigil. I can understand many of his actions, altho due to his madness it
seems he put the blame on Our Lady...instead of where it belonged...yet
now, he either is in a period of lucidity...or has....hmm what.. he claims
no god..recognises all ..but follows none..and as long as he maintains
his (relationship) with Nis... he is safe from all...Wonder what that relationship
entails...he knows of ...and he doesn't.
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Seline's Journal pg 6
I have met and fought with many creatures...some
quite familiar and some almost totally grotesque..Vampires, those feared
creatures of the night..walk boldly in the daylight...and some even have
hearts of the purest light. Some of course are like the tales of nightmares..Golems
abound here...and some are similar to the DragonTower. operated by living
creatures, yet the difference is these creatures are imprisoned within
those golem shells.. There is a tower...which I have made many attempts
to reach to top of..filled with creatures..I have tried to speak with the
head mage there..but every time I go there I am attacked..and have to defend
myself or flee One of these days..I intend to speak with that mage...about
the abuse of the weave his people are doing.. While practicing my teleport
spell..I was visited again by Her...she presented me with a book...called
the tome of the Seven Sisters..A holy book which is similar to one I had
seen in Artur's study...but had never had a chance to read A gift..from
Her..I was so ..surprised and honored, I could barely stand. we talked
a bit..then after she left...I could withhold my excitement no longer...and
read the book from cover to cover..Thoughts raced thru my mind..Is this
an indicati - of what Our Lady wants from me? more than a guidience on
the use of the weave itself? I have to think on this more...sword and spell
have always been my life in Her honor...but...to get THIS from She I honor
above all living..second to Our Lady herself...
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Seline's Journal pg 5
2nd of Uktar ...year unknown..(local) As of
yet, I have been unable to discern the Yearly calender used...however,
much has happened since last putting quill to parchment. I met with a holy
man from the Church of Oghma, one Azarot.....decent fellow, he brought
me to a place which had the mark of the Crescent Moon- The Harpers. A rather
strange thing happened when I touched their Legendary Symbol...It was as
Our Lady herself wanted me to do something with - or for them..for my hand
glowed and I got all warm. Then he touched the symbol too....and the same
happened to him, but apparently much stronger, for his feet gave out under
him...he claimed that he had felt an overwhealming power in the touch.
Not harmful..yet ... I thought, and mentioned to him that It might have
been Our Lady's touch...that of the Weave itself...as he is used to working
with it thru Oghma and not directly..I being more familiar with it..felt
reassured We discussed what this might mean, but could not come to any
firm opinion. Since that time I have met with a couple of the members of
the Crescent Moon, who's names I hesitate to mention - for thier own safety
One, however a Lady V...was very pleasent and I have met her twice since
then. I came into posession of 4 items in my travels, gifts of one who
claimed he found them...An earring, 2 cloaks and a pair of boots. Lady
V said I could keep them..so I do, with honor. I spoke with her about the
Old One. and If it was possible for me to meet with him to discuss the
event with thier Mark...she said she would try to get that message to him
I left a message with one of the Clerics at the Church of Mystra on the
trail between Westbridge and New Thalos..with the idea of letting them
know that one of Her's was here and to discuss why She might have brought
me. Of all people to answer me from the Church...The one known as The Witchlady
herself..my heroine, Never since before or after my making Commander have
I been so honored. She presented me with One of Our Lady's Symbols from
this plane/dimension and we discussed that this was a different dimension
or plane from the one I came from..travel to it was very possible, but
from it..she did not believe was possible At the very least, entry and
exit would literally tear all skills from one...and the Weave is different.
spells are handled differently also..and the wild magic is somewhat tamed.
Many spells I knew of and used frequently do not seem to even exist here....and
some I had not thought of such as the fire/ice and stormshields are rather
common. That and a section of a totally unbelieveable land are also present
here.
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The Rescue
After
making
the promise
to Zariel,
Grognard
and the
newly
created
heucuva
Borand
began
planning
the rescue
of Ilymar
from
the dark
wizard
Dalamar.
The night
was cold,
the wind
was feirce
and the
rain would
have felt
like
rocks
pelting
them from
the skys,
had they
been
living
creatures.
Grognard
leads
them
to the
enterance
of Dalamars
laboratory,
not protected
against
the members
of the
Dragons
Hoard,
now former
members.
Opening
the doors
to the
laboratory,
one of
Dalamars
scribes
greets
Grognard,
then
looks
to Borand
assumeing
he is
just
another
of Dalamars
experiments.
They
take the
stairs
up to
where
Grognard
usually
meets
with Dalamar,
so they
would
not arise
suspision
among
the scribes
which
inhabit
the lower
floors.
As they
climb
the stairway,
Grognard
pushes
against
a part
of the
wall,
the wall
opens
to reveal
a passageway,
leading
downward
into
darkness.
The passageway
leads
to the
dungeon,
several
cells
line
the walls
Borand
rushes
over
to the
cell
which
holds
Ilymar,
using
his great
strength
he rips
the cell
bars from
the thick
stone
foundation.
Borand
removes
his armor
and cloak
tossing
them to
the floor,
Grognard
draws
his sword,
thrusting
it through
Borands
pelvic
bone
and bringing
it up
cleaving
Borand
in half,
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