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Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 17 Mar 2006 01:52 PM |
The silver-haired grey-skinned half-elf carefully and ever-so-slowly rubs his head trying to work out the pain from his neck… and why won’t the blur in his vision go away? “Ungh,“ he moans in painful response. His wounds have stopped bleeding, but still he can feel the pain persisting deep in his muscles… a pain spurring him on to vengeance. He looks down to see a few arrow holes with the dried poison still crusted around the openings in his armor.
“That half-elf at the hot springs has a real talent at patchin’ me together,” he mumbles under his breath in awe still wondering how it was she managed to get in the cave and drag him out… perhaps it was that reclusive husband of hers? “The hot springs are gonna feel good on ‘ese aching muscles,” he thinks to himself, “but only after a brief rest.”
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As he makes his way through the gates into Hardknot Pass, the winds whip about him causing little flurries of snow to blow into the craggy valley and land here and there on the cold rocks. The snow doesn’t penetrate here: the rocks are too high forming a sort-of sheltered passage to the other side of the pass. It’s then that he sees it around the corner: a Crag Cat prowling near the base of the steep incline leading up to the Pteranadon nest. Carefully, ever so slowly and quietly, he takes out the Animal Meat from his pack unwrapping it from the corresponding Wolf Hide he took when he was attacked earlier this morning. It seems so long ago now. He sighs as he works it out of his pack and is relieved to see that the Craggy hasn’t noticed him yet. He slips what looks like an eloquently formed wood band onto his finger and slowly makes his way toward the cat. She sees him. Her hair stands on end and she haunches her shoulders, growling. But then… what can almost be seen like liquid calm rolls over her like a wave. She approaches calmly, sniffing the air curious and trying to locate the source of the sweet meat smell she senses. Kalannar gives her to eat and brushes her cold bristly pelt with his nimble fingers exploring the creases of her muscular back.
The silvery-white shoulders of the cat suddenly go taught and her eyes widen as she stares around the corner: two more Crag Cats prowling there. She lunges towards them as Kalannar pulls his longbow from over his shoulder. A familiar howl chills his blood and warms his heart as he sees his old friend standing atop a nearby precipice.
“Get ‘em Cala!” he cries as he puts an arrow into the shoulder of one of the cats, shocking it and distracting it for his newfound friend to sink her claws deep into the side of its neck. Blood spatters and stains the pale fur as the feline claws tear into the flesh opening four crimson trails in the pelt. Cala rushes in snarling and sinks her teeth into the throat of the cat, finishing it off. The second prowling crag puts a pawful of claws into the rump of Kal’s newfound companion cat. The cat lets out a bellow roar, somewhat resembling a housecat but with the volume of 50 at once. Cala lunges in just avoiding an arrow as it perforates the throat of the cat sticking out both ends of the cat’s neck. Kal saves his ammo as his companions finish off the second cat.
“Humph! nothin’ like a fight battle to loosen up the joints a bit!” he thinks to himself stretching his arms before he skins the cats and takes the pelts. He says a little prayer to Aros as he skins them asking that they return to The Cycle. He feeds the meat to Cala and the other cat. Now his eyes are gleaming: he can see the caverns above where the goblins ambushed him. He mumbles an incantation and soon a Dire Boar is standing near him. Battle-lust swells up within him as he thinks about the vengeance he is about to unleash on those overpopulated cave-dwelling parasites. Looking at his possey with pride, he admires them and suddenly notices that he’s being watched...
Despite the stone-coloration of her temporarily-enchanted skin he recognizes her: Dana Allenard, the human orphan girl raised by orcs in M’gok Tukar who’s been seeking a “shtroong mate”. A strange creature made of water is accompanying her. They talk for a few minutes when another familiar face appears from the caverns above. It’s Mirg, looking young and spry as usual. It’s been a long time since they’ve adventured together. Kal invites them both to accompany him, but Dana declines saying that she has bigger skulls to crack. Typical mentality of an orc. How can it be that she is almost attractive in an unrefined, brutish, nearly animalistic sort of way? Too bad she won’t come along. It must be that “buddy” sort of charm that makes her so fun to travel with. Orcs ARE almost as offensive as undead, but she‘s different than her clan. Surely it’s the human in her that is so charming. Dana excuses herself to go bash some giant skull, and Kal smiles and watches her as she goes. He explains to Mirg that he is going to exact some retribution on the goblins in the cave above and Mirg (grinning) agrees to join in the fun.
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Goblin bodies lay strewn about everywhere and Kal’s battle song can still be heard echoing off the stone walls. He and Mirg are both grinning with exhilleration and breathing heavily after the slaughtering the entire first two caverns of goblins. Many lay on the floor with acid burned holes in their armor and skin: “Those Black hand Bullets were quite useful!” Kal thinks to himself as he examines the damage he’s done. Mirg’s incantations wear off and the two heroes decide to risk a rest in the shelter of the outcropping Titanium Ore veins in a corner.
As Kal is admiring the shimmer of the flames off of the metallic formations in the wall, he doesn’t see the human form stealthing closer in the shadows. Mirg draws his blade and springs to action attacking the Bandit quickly dispatching him. “How did he get in here?” Kal asks him groggy and perplexed, his rest now disturbed. Mirg dries his blade and expresses confusion as to how a bandit could have snuck past the Pteranadons and the Goblins.
The two decide that resting is probably a bad idea here, and decide to get some Titanium and get out before the larger goblins realize they’re here and more return.
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Cautiously the two adventurers make their way toward the surface exit back into the pass when Kal has a great idea: “Wait here while I go and tame the Big’un.” He grins. “I ne’er tamed a Pteranadon before!” The words are almost prophetic as they linger in the air foreshadowing what is about to transpire.
He sneaks into the cavern and gets into sight of the big prehistoric bird-dinosaur while remaining concealed. He doesn’t even notice that two young pteranadons are nearby as well. Or perhaps it’s that he didn’t care? Perhaps he thought that by taming the big one, he would be defended from them or that they may go docile?
Kal reveals himself, and the three creatures come swooping at him. He makes a few bird calls and stares into the eyes of the largest. It only looks back at him raging and sinking a beak into his arm as he reaches out to calm it. “Owe!” he cries and doubles back, the other two also biting and scratching him with their beaks and claws now. “Here birdie, birdie, birdie,” he tries again reaching up, when he sees it: he’s taken his Ring of Animal Taming off to wear the Gold-Amethyst ring he made in order to manage the weight of the ore.
“Drat!” he shrieks and makes a dash for the opening of the cave. The air is tumultuous with the chaos of beating wings. His hair is blown forward despite his running as currents of wind are thrown by the large fleshy wings. They fly right past Mirg uninterested: they’re going get this intruding fool for disturbing their nest! Kal runs out into the pass, blood spurting from many gashes and cuts, when he sees it: yet another Young Pteranadon ahead of him and he can hear the largest pounding the air just behind him. “Noooooo!” he cries as it sinks it’s huge beak into the crook of his neck. He falls to the ground and all four creatures swarm overhead pecking, biting and scratching at him. The sky goes black…
He doesn’t see Mirg come dashing out of the cave… Nor does he see Mirg divert all four of the Pteranadons to chase him away from Kalannar’s unconscious body… nor does he see the vallient battle bringing Mirg near to his own demise… nor does he see Mirg finally dispatching all four of them single-handedly: no Barkskin incantations, no help from companions, no pets… Nor did Kalannar see who it was that hauled him off to the Hot Springs this time either…
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"Life is a short trip... travel light"
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Dragonbait: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 31 May 2006 02:36 PM |
((preceding the events of "The Letter To Balhor"))
A numbing pain shot through his torso as he tried to inhale. It seemed that every breath was pained as he tried to hunker over and scrub the puss and blood off of the floor. He looked over to Caddo ((was it Caddo, Cedrich, Brant or Noah? sorry, PM me and I'll correct it, lots has happened since)) as he scrubbed the floor and tried to get into the cracks. A breath, and another numbing shot of pain which took the wind out of him. He found himself wincing and gasping for air frequently. His rent breastplate lay on the floor, and even after the healing a huge scar could be seen crossing his sternum in a downward diagonal where his torso had been ripped open.
As he cleaned he reflected on his mistake...
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In his excitement in Ender's tent the day before, he hadn't really thought of the consequences of another dragon hunt. After all, the last expedition with Lucius had been a success, only one person had fallen, and he was quickly healed. Even Brant was recesitated before he died, thanks to some quick thinking and awareness on Kal's part, of which he was so proud. As it is often said though: pride comes before the fall... It didn't take much persuasion to convince the confident Lou to come along, even though he had previously broken the same leg twice on such expeditions as these. After all, they did both still have their collection of Dragon's Blood Flasks from the Glory Days, and many entertaining tales to tell which spurred them on.
The unforseen folly this day's expedition was that although they had many desiring heroes, (almost twice as many) Lou and Kal had failed to note that many were not of the same calibur as the last time they challenged the Blues... this folly awaited to make itself known in the fray of battle, once they had committed themselves to the risk, and many, to their deaths. So an unaware and happy party made it's way through the desert to the nefarious caves, even more confident when Dana just happened by and traveled with them... that is, until she stated that she didn't feel well and would not be entering the caves. But even then, the plan had been set into motion, the adventureres were ready to see Dragon Blood be spilt. A still small voice in Kal's mind seemed to ask if they had already gone too far, but he disregarded it... After all, who would deny a bloodthirsty mob what they desired?
The plan had been to take them one at a time, and they took a good deal of time to explain to the first-timers that this was imperative. That Strategy seemed to work for the first two: the first Ancient and Adult dragon went down with no problem, it had seemed. Kal's strategy was to heal the wounded Fighters and give arrow cover, distracting the great beasts. This strategy seemed to work well as it has so many times before, but midway through fighting the third, he noticed that a couple of comerades fall. Lou was still standing from what he could see, and Caddo was doing impressively well, so Kal continued to help in this way... until Lou took a serious blow and fell. Kal ran in to heal, but the dragon lay one more hit on him and finished him off. It was then that Kal had raged against the Beast, drawing his trusted blades to do more serious damage, but perhaps this was only more foolery: he was only wearing the finest light armour from the Latonei Forest (unsuitable for Hand to Hand Dragon slaying) and his enchantments were already starting to wear off. Yet to Kalannar this was not a battle of distraction anymore, it was now a battle of survival... and revenge. The dragon reared back it's head at the encroaching of another sword drawn humanoid and with a puff of electric fog the Ancient Wyrm scorched Kalannar's body severely. Kal knew that one more such blast would finish him off, but this was only a slight distraction: he'd run back and heal quickly an then return to try to finish the beast if he could. As he applied a bandage quickly to his chest, he looked up and saw what looked like the large Half-Orc Caddo taking a serious blow. Even from this distance he knew if he didn't rush in, Caddo would be finished. He called out to the others to find help or escape, and let an arrow fly as he closed in. The dragon took the arrow into its belly and still faced squarely to attack Caddo again. Kalannar drew his blades and intended to finish this, or at least protect his new friend's back. This strategy worked to distract the dragon: as Kal had stuck his rapier between the dragon's scales it roared in protest and turned to face him, pulling it's head back to let another breath go. It was then that Kal had taken to flee, but not in time. When the breath hit him this time the gust didn't hit him straight on, but it did significant damage, causing his bandage to fall, scorched, to the floor. The dragon took to the chase.
Why the dragon wasn't interested in anyone else, Kal had wondered even as he was fleeing. He could hear the bolts, bullets and arrows flying into it and bouncing off it's scales, but the dragon was not going to be swayed. It chased Kal twice around the cave, and although he fumbled to get a potion of healing off his belt, he couldn't get the opportunity to stop and take a swig. Kal figured he'd be finished... but then the bulky Half Orc, Caddo, came back and put his axe between the scales of the great beast causing it to reflexively screech in pain, and turn to avenge it's backside. Kal took advantage of the opportunity to take a quick swig of his healing potion from the Mirghul Ranger's Lodge, and felt renewed vigor as he drew up his Rapier and shortsword to assist, not noticeing that he was still badly wounded in his concern for his new friend. His rapiers pierced deep into the Ancient's flesh causing Dragon's Blood to spurt out in streams. A perfect blow. He could see as the dragon seemed to hunker a bit more under the pain... or so he thought. Really, the dragon was dropping it's shoulders and drawing in a breath... a breath that would nearly kill him. At such short range the cloud seemed to penetrate inside his armour and he could feel the charge contracting his muscles as his flesh was burned on the outside. The smell of burning hair and flesh wafted up from his breastplate as he tried to turn to run: he would not be able to withstand another blow. But that blow came. The raged Ancient Wyrm exacted its revenge with the downward blow as its claws rent through his breastplate opening his chest and tearing out part of his small intestine.
Kal could remember falling to his knees and wondering if his friends would all fall too, due to his foolishness. Yet the last thing he remembered was a glimmer of hope, seeing a familiar face encircled in Red Hair with Flaming Double Axe behind, closing in on the Great Wyrm. He heard a familiar voice "Dana Smash!"... then darkness.
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The cleric gave the recovering adventurers buckets and recommended they use them. Kal just poured some water onto the floor and sopped the liquid up as it mixed with the blood drawing it out of the cracks... all his crafting gave him such practical perspective on things: water mixes with blood and the diluted liquid is easier to sop up... The other patient used a rag to sop the water and then mop over the cracks.
"did anyone pay ye fer bringin me back, miss? I'm in somebody's debt." Kal said looking up as he scrubbed. It seemed that his whole body ached and although healed, the corporal memory was still shocking his nervous system. His body hair hadn't grown back.
The Cleric mentioned that it was all taken care of. The other ((Brant? Noah? -sorry-)) asked what the cleric's name was, but she just looked at him stoicly with no intention of answering. Kal asked too, but again, no response.
"well, at least lemme give ye a little bit of gold fer yer troubles... I don even know who I owe this debt to."
"Just clean, that's yer service," she said rather dryly as her only reply.
Kal's mind seemed to swim in waves of emotions and half-finished thoughts; his conscience was already getting the better of him. "Had Lou recovered okay? His staff was broken, Kal had seen." "The others were fairly novice, most of them, but Caddo had impressed him with his unforseen skill" "Had five really fallen? That is a huge Deathtoll" "Just WHAT had he put them up to?" "Had Dana saved them all?"
Kal Shivvered. He didn't know if it was due to the cold that seemed to be everywhere around and within him as his body found its warmth again, or if it was due to the great guilt he was feeling inside himself. He was trembling.
Finally when it seemed an eternity had passed, and the floor seemed as clean as it was going to get, and he could not stand the suspense of not knowing what happened to his friends anymore... FINALLY the cleric thanked them for cleaning up the mess, and bid them leave when they wished. Kal staggered to rise to his feet. His post-rigormortal muscles had gotten accustomed to being hunkered over. He neary fell again. Somehow he managed to dropp a sack of 5000 gold at the priestess's feet, thanking her agian, and staggered out of the temple into the cool tradewinds of Port Royale, leaving his destroyed breastplate from Latonei behind.
No one could be be seen. Surely they were in the Broken Mask, and he could use some rest too... Kal made his way to the Mask.
When he entered and saw nobody he went straight to the bar and pulled out one of his home brewed ales and took a sip. Normally he saved these for occasions to share with friends, but today was a special occasion, he justified... His guilt and shame seemed to hurt as much as his physical wounds and seemed to throb inside him. Or was that just his chest continueing to heal? He decided on a Mind Flayer to calm his nerves.
This wouldn't be the first drink he would have this night...
((To Be Continued)) |
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Much Loss: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 01 Jun 2006 10:01 PM |
Unaware of whether hours or days passed after the failed mission, kal continued drinking. How come he didn't die of alcohol poisoning, is a wonder, but perhaps the Ironguts potions he had bought in the Winter Witch's abode were doing their job. It was at this point something stirred Kalannar to action. Was it his desire to seek pennance, or sheer stupidity to get up in his stupor and wander out of the warm tavern into the cold rainy Port air. Perhaps Boredom, or had he been kicked out? The braincells that would have registered that were long since dead, and he was somewhere in a state between consciousness and walking concussion-like state of drunken stupor.
He later would vaguely remember having gone to Johe's store to buy a new breastplate (one of those kinds they make in Mirghul for the Rangers) and he had somehow managed to tailor it even being inebriated. (Perhaps that's why one arm was left bare and the other had a shoulder plate?) But at this point his drunken stupor was deeper than from when he had managed those feats. Staggering and retching he fell once more out the door of the Broken Mask...
...Somehow he had managed to stumble his way around the port, making even Bald Rick look like a gentleman... What happened in the next few hours was like a dream, hazy, and chaotic... Impossible to piece sequence nor logic out of it ...
... A seagull mocked him over by the bay, so he slew it. (He still didn't feel any better about what he had done to his friends) ... stupid ratbirds anyways ... ruthless scavengers ... the world spun out of consciousness and he heard his blades clink down next to him as he felt the comfort of the cobblestones beneath his body and face ...
... he recalled waking up to a humans face once, then a gush of heat from his mouth and a sense of relief in his stomach... then nothing... had Dana been there? ... Forgotten...
... The most vived dream was of awaking to a gnome was at his side and looked concerned ... Hazy yet memorable of the strong emotion, he could still remember being shown that he was missing a finger, his smallest on his left hand. This however was no dream, it persisted after the alcohol's effect had passed ... Dana mentioned him carrying blades in town and foolishness ... The gnome seeming genuinely concerned insisted on finding him help ... then the Port Healers: the bleeding was made to stop, and great sadness that they needed a finger to reattach. ... much drunken crying and sobbing ... Dana offered a slug for a finger replacement ... talk of other replacements for fingers ... and then the sickness of reality seemed to close in and nausea like he had never felt before welled up from deeper than his stomache. He stood up and abandoned his company (now just the gnome?) and somehow found his way to the Mask where he woke up in the morning with a scab-picked hand beneath bloody gauze.
His satchel contained only 8 coins, many thousand had been stolen. His hand throbbed with pain and reminded him of the loss of the most precious treasure he had taken for granted: his ability to create. Now he had lost his friends, and his ability to craft. This time it was Sadness and sobbing that brought him to a drunk-like stupor, and he found himself crying for what seemed days in the mask until, haggard and red-eyed, he decided to face the world... but first he would need a glove...
He took a piece of soft tanned Lionskin from his sack and began to painfully stitch together a glove for his hand...
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It was only a couple more days later that he ran into Dana in the mask. She seemed sympathetic with his situation and asked why he didn't ask Balthorz the Yew-Nuck if he could make her a hand. He was making a golem after all. Kal, embarrassed at his writing skill, let Dana write it for him. Then he took it to the Askwith manor and left it with Balthor's steward. Now he would have to wait.
((See Post: "letter to Balthor" http://vives.dyndns.org/vives/Forums/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=50422 ))
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Blessings of Valstadoriun: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 02:52 AM |
A pallid-grey skinned Elf with white hair ran ahead into the swamp: "wait here, We'd be a needin help from tha Boars here fer yer safety." Soon he came back with a Dire Boar tamely trotting in the sludge behind him. Cala, the wolf that had now grown to rather lagre size, eyed the animal with distrust from behind. If this one turned on her Friend, she would tear into it's disadvantaged backside.
The balding human watched and listened as the half Elf, Kalannar, told him to stay a bit behind. Since he had never been to the Blackstone swamps he was going to give him a full tour and show him where the dangerous inhabitants tended to reside. A strange diseased man-thing with sharp nails and teeth was revealed and defeated with the help of the animals. "them's are Leech mens, they can make ye sick an sumtimes, their cuts don close, be very careful, aye? I'll show ye the other one." So they made their way through the swamps to the other corner where they were assailed by many spiders and web throwing bipedals to a cave where Kal said the lizardmen lived.
"Be very careful there, I woudn' go in there if I was ye. Not alone anaways," Kal said. But he was a little distracted and thoughtful at this point. Had his companion, just said "praise Valstadoriun!" after they survived the battle with the web-throwers? Could it be that he just met another who hailed to Valstadoriun? The crafting God was an unusual God to dedicate oneself to: many thanked him for his assistance in crafting, but few at best dedicated themselves to the art of crafting and the self perfection that is found in seeking greater perfection in ones works. It was a lonely life at best until one increased in skill, and then people often misunderstood the beauty and intrinsic significance of the crafted treasures. Even a malachite Gem perfectly crafted and enchanted is a blessing in the crafting God's eyes. But most who do not understand the crafting God only seek His greatest works for their own selfish gains, taking the beauty and perfection for granted. Many think that these treasures can be bought. This man would be the first he had met who hailed to the same god. Was HE the reason for the recent blessing? Kal put the thought aside, soon they would be in the Mushroom people's cave and he could find out more. This man did have a history of seeking materials to assist Kal in his crafting and seemed to have many talents as well. If Valstadoriun had chosen Kal to test him, Kal would have to be very wary as to how it was done... If he was the one, the boon would have to be earned, Gold could not be used to pervert such a rare and precious gift of Valstadoriun.
The human's elation could be seen when they found the Red Mushrooms that he needed. Kal smiled even forgetting for a few minutes his recently maimed hand as he watched the other gather excitedly the resources he needed for his next project. "Aye, he's very likely tha reason," Kal thought to himself... still waiting. Self discovery takes VERY long, and discovery of another would take even longer, but he would ahve to take advantage off the opportunity when it presented itself. He waited. For now Kal just gathered the mushrooms he needed.
Then the best part. Kal could hardly wait to see his friend's expression when they would arrive to the herb garden. And as expected, the Human was elated at what he saw running from one plant to another gathering rare resources, particularly a certain root whic even Kal didn't know where else it could be found. "Rem'mber tha plants I laid claim ta. Tha was our deal," Kal said, and his friend was true to their previous concurrence. Kal was starting to think that this fellow was indeed the reason for the recent blessing. It surely was meant to be used as a boon to spread the blessing and recognition of his present God. Perhaps it was a test of his own to see if he would part with it... if he would sell it.
"Did ye say earlier: praises ta Valstadoriun?" Kalannar asked the fellow finally as he mixed up a few potions at the table and the gentleman watched in awe at his successes.
"Yes... why?" a distrustful response to Kal's question.
"'Cause the craftin God has recently given me a great blessing an I wasn' sure what fer, but now I thinks I knows why..." Kal was slowly testing him already... how would he respond? Would he get greedy? If he knoew what was to happen would he offer Gold? That would be a critical failure for him.
"What do you mean?" A curios response... he was seeming to be responding correctly so far.
"Long ago Valstadoriun blessed me wid a precious boon. It's been a great helper fer me craftin an has increas'd me skill signif'cantly. Long ago there was more o' 'em in Vives, but then they began to dis'ppear. I thought 'em ta be 'xtinct, er wiped out from tha world... all but mine. I ain seen anuther in a long long time. Until recently. Jus recently I founds me anuth'r an dinna know what it meant. I thought ta meself, is this a test? A mistake by me God? Am I so speshul tha he'd bless me wid two unique identical gifts? An it dinna seem ta make no sense... Not until taday. I thinks ye may be the reason fer it's appearance. But I has ta be sure. I has a test fer ye, if ye proves werthy, then ye'll have proved ta me that ye was the intended fer the boon. If ye don, I jus keeps it until I meets anuther who CAN prove hisself werthy... Now tell me what ye been craftin of late..."
And the two began to share crafting stories as Kal listened and analyzed his skill. he wasn't as skilled, but showed great dedication. Some skills he had tried out minimally, but showed lots of potential to become another great crafter in Vives... as they spoke Kal made mental notes and considered what wold be a great challenge of epic proportion to this beginning Valstadoriun hero. The Boon could likely sell for as much as 100,000 gold, but to sell such a boon would be an irreconcilable wrong against Valstadoriun. No, the test would be a crafting test. the value of items must equal that same amount and be above his present skill level. he would need to use all his resources, as any good crafter does, to create and expand his repertoir of skills. And ALL the skills of craftsmanship must be used. As Kal listened he began to make a mental list of what items would be required... finally he began to list them off to him...
THE LIST finally included:
One Enchanted Iron Ingot (this he could not make, but is so crucial to woodworking and bowyering, that if he could not at least acquire one he would be unworthy,) and four sets of Arrows proving his masterworking ability.
Five Iron Daggers (the basic of Weaponcrafting), To show his skill he would need to create at least one Iron Rapier. To truely test his metalworking skill and his networking ability he wuld need to provide at least one silver weapon.
Two enchanted Adventurines and to test his skill at recovering difficult resources five Fire Opals. (he balked at this and stated that if he already struggled with adventurines how was he to craft the Fire Opals? He was right, so Kal agreed that simply the Ore would be fine.)
To prove his Jeweling prowess he'd need eight Copper Magical Rings, and four magical Scarabs.
To prove his cooking skill: one Blueberry Juice, and some grape jelly. And Baker's and Brewer's Yeast. ((later Merary would return from her travels abroad and would sell the two types of yeast again, but Kal had originally thought this to be the greatest test since he would have to ask MANY MANY heroes in order to find just one of each.))
Tinkering would be proved with provision of Tin & Copper Studs and two different types of wire.
Tailoring and Armour crafting would be proven through ten Leather Slings, one shield (not, however, a small shield made of Tin or Copper, too simple,) and a chain shirt of any type.
Since Alchemistry is much to do with the gathering of herbs, he must provide one Black Cohosh Root, one Witches Hazel, and one Almond. The beginner seemed to think these would be easy to acquire, but the half-elf winced at the words remembering how many times the he had been sent to the infirmary in gathering each of them.
The apprentice craftsman again blaked at the required goods to accumulate, but kal assured him it was not TOO difficult for him to accomplish. But when he considered how long they would take he himself to craft he reconsidered. Infact, since many of the items would take so long to craft with so little experience, Kal decided to allow him to replace one of each item with a root of Black Cohosh or Witches Hazel. That would be an incredible feat indeed, but would prove a feat for even the most skilled of craftsmen to acquire. Kal reassured him that the value of the items was fair and the test of skill would prove him worthy, he even showed the fellow what the "boon" was, and all complaints were dropped (as did his jaw) at the sight of such a rare, precious, and useful item. Valstadoriun had been very kind, they could both agree.
Finally, the two made their notes in their crafting journals, rested and soon were on their way.
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Prayers: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 03:55 AM |
As he crafted arrows on the workbench by Elvalia's hut, he saw the statue of Aros and remembered how he had worshipped him before as his god.
When he finished his crafting with great success and gave praises to Valstadoriun, he walked over to the statue to look at it closer and pay his respects.
He found himself kneeling and speaking to Aros...
"I remembers when ye was me God bafor..." Kal spoke in prayer, yet as casual as if in normal conversation...
"Ye knows I was hapy wid yer protectin tha innocent an all tha ye did ta protect tha elves. They's a good people they is. I's happy I'm part elf, really I is. It ain tha I dinna likes ye, I jus culdn deal wid knowin all tha time tha ye wasn' happy wid me, cus I was honly half-elf," his voice is full of affection yet disappointment can be heard.
"Ye knows how I luvs tha wood an I protects tha innocent o the wood, an fer a long time I always prayed when I killed an animal fer tha skins, 'cause I wanted ta be sure they had yers an Elbereth's blessins as they entered tha cycle agin. I still werks as a guide even tho ye dinna accept me, an I learned me elven language ta be a better elf..." his voice cracks a bit...
"Fact is, I was too bother'd by tha fact tha I wasn e'er gud enuf. It's like I was alweys r'minded how I was only HALF-elven an tha wasn good enuf... so when it occurred ta me how much I liked craftin an how I always does it... well, now I hopes I can find peace wid meself in seekin tha deeper truth in who I is," his voice becomes more stable, yet apologetic.
"I still wants tha best fer me human kindr'd, but I don support wha them Midorans does ta us elven o blood. I wants ye ta know tha I still luves me elven folk an tha will ne'er change. I guess this may be goodbye, but I hopes we can still be friends." And with that he slowly gets up, bows a little bit and presents the four magical Bows he just made ((his left glove symbolically removed in prayer)) then turns and somberly walks away, putting his glove back on.
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Strange Companies: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 04:22 AM |
"Sooo scared" he had said to Rosen before she left. He wasn't trembling any more. Not after her prayer and calming touch. The cold that had taken so long to escape his body, but due to the nervous fear he had been trembling until recently. Now all he felt was tired... exhaustion... He drifted off to sleep as he heard Rosen asking Talion about what happened. Talion said something about a scaled woman's blade with poison, yet Rosen said it didn't explain the mark on his abdomen.
Heaviness, calm... sleep...
Rosen had wished him a dreamless sleep, but that was not the case...
--in his dreams he could see again what had happend as if watching it from above.--
The meeting: Talion had said he was investigating the Sslithsslayith and had seen a dead lizard woman in a cave... later he mentioned that he had killed her. She wasn't the medusa from the hut, she was another thing... guarded by water beasts? talion had said he didn't see any Pythons or constrictors... but how could that be? Everyone knows they live in the Mazadhi. So, challenging him, Talion had said, he'd show that there was nothing of the sort in the jungle... He sure was surprised when he met his first Constrictor. "Those were never there before!" he had said after killing it. Together they had dispatched a few snakes, but Talion continued with his rude and prideful way of patronizing kal.
Then he asked what was east of the Jungle, and Kal said the Rainforest... so they explored there a bit.
Why they only seem to meet and explore the dirtiest parts of the wilds, Kal had wondered to himself... just the other day they had explored the Buckshire marshes, and now the Mazadhi and Asahii? So after hunting through the region, they came to the entrance to the Kobai Shoreline and were greeted by the usual Lizardmen and cougars.
This time the unexpected happened: the cougars turned on Kal, which wasn't normal, and Talion took off running and abandoning him to the battle. Together they could have dispatched the lizard folk easily, so why did he run? Was it a cruel trick, or perhaps his plan: are they working together? Was Talion not to be trusted? Kal could see clearly in his dream how he had drawn his dual blades and waded into the battle. If he had known that running away would be necessary he could have put on a belt to increase his strength and run away, but now it was too late. Blades and clubs closed in on all sides, with lizard men on both his flanks and the Lizard Priestess cast spells and closed in too. An assassin had a poisoned blade, and in all the confusion it was impossible to tell which it was, but the blade pierced through his armour and he felt his strength sapping... then the cougars tore into him as well... then blackness and much pain... abandoned to his death, it seemed, in a moment of betrayed trust...
--The dream fades at this point, and all he senses is darkness and emotion. Mostly fear.--
He doesn't see the "THING" approach or what he and Talion spoke about, only suddenly that voice. That cold, rhaspy, DEAD voice.
((THIS NEXT PART IS ONLY FOR PLAYER REFERENCE, AND STORY TELLING PURPOSES. NO OTHER PLAYER WOULD KNOW THIS PART))
It told him that he died in the Kobai and he is "theirs". That the emmisary has rights to him, but that he may be given a chance. He would be theirs to feast upon, unless he give himself in service. Death, or service to death, it seemed.
He remembered something about his mother, a memory that came and then fled as quickly as it came. Only that he could NOT be like them. He Hated them for what they had done... whatever it was. How could he join them? No.
He would sooner join the cycle than join them in undeath he responded in his mind's voice. But he was assured that he would be returned to LIFE, not undeath... and his survival instincts took over... better a debt to pay than death in these hot sands to be feasted on by UNDEAD. And as if immediately upon his spirit accepting the idea of life, with a debt... he awoke, dazed and cold... trembling. For a dream it all seemed so real... Talion was speaking to the creature, but it ignored him.
((THE NEXT PART TALION WOULD KNOW, AND IT IS A DREAM AS FAR AS KAL KNOWS))
Before him was what appeared to be a ghoul, but it was glowing in a pale sickly white light. Almost like flames the light whisped around it. It pulled out a dagger and hissed something at him about service. It cut a part of his flesh from his abdomen off in a clean square, and then ate it...
... then the unspeakable happened...
...It cut off a square of its own flesh and stuffed it into Kal's mouth. As if in a trance, or on reflex, but definitely involuntarily, he chewed... and swallowed. Then gagged and coughed and wished he could retch. Then he passed into darkness again... the deepest darkness he had ever known.
The next few parts of the dream seemed to be surreal... waking up to Talion, who had lots of questions... Lions attacking, and being killed... returning to Enders tent... Digging sand and hunting snakes again... Wandering int he desert, seeking "answers"... his mother appearing to him in the desert ((actually Rosen Vimes... enter: Rosen, Karli, Wiliom, Tomi, Talion))...
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Then he awoke from the dream ((still sleeping and dreaming of a dream)).
This part of his dream was much clearer now, he could see it without the obscurity and haze of confusion. He could see Rosen tending to him, and Tomi and the others standing by, making songs and observing. But Talion wasn't there... confusion. Rosen's tender touch, and prayer... calm...
--as if the prayer's power could even penetrate dreams, his mind finds peace in remembering it. As if the healing spell caused him to be calmed again, he fell into dreamless sleep, snoring into Ender's ottoman as he dozed.--
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Stranger Companies Yet: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 12 Jun 2006 03:14 AM |
((NOT COMMON KNOWLEGE, ONLY CHARACTERS WHO ARE INVOLVED DIRECTLY OR PUT IN CONFIDNECE OF CHARACTERS INVOLVED WOULD KNOW. PLEASE USE DISCRETION IN RP OVER THIS SUBJECT))
Ulalume mumbled a few holy words and a prayer to her god and electrical purity seemed to fill the air and fall about Kalannar. A piece of treemold that had attached itself to his leather breastplate withered and fell to the floor, no longer feeding on his suit. It seemed every parasite within 5 feet of him died in that moment of purity in his presence. But Kal's only response was to gag and cough a couple of times more. The spell was ineffective.
Kal tried to explain to her that it wouldn't work as she examined his teeth, tongue, arms, eyes... her diagnosis so far was only that he had eaten something poisonous. He was unable to tell her that he already suspected that, but even after his meeting with Gabriel he was only suspicious that his dream was truely a reality. Gabriel... now that had been a strange meeting...
---when Kal had met Gabriel he had just woke up in the mask and was getting ready to go back to his chores: In his strange dreams he'd been having, he had remembered Eerel saying some words before he made Kal run really fast a couple of weeks before. These words seemed so real in his dream that he wanted to try them out. But before he could get to that TALION addressed him about his notes around town about seeking metals. He had had the NERVE to offer to come along! "What so 'e can leave me ta get killed agin? Tha coward, we'll see if I takes him anawhere wid me again... pompous bastard," he'd thought to himself before he burst into a coughing fit.
It was before he even finished his conversation with Talion that a stranger came to him and addressed him by name. Kal had asked his name, and how he knew who he was. His only response his stomache involuntarily turning, his head reeling, and he found himself doubled over coughing and gagging uncontrollably. Then he was told to step aside, so he did. The man introduced himself as Gabriel... or the "Emissary."
In their hushed conversation in the corner Kal was given no answers, but only told that his master was patient and that his time of service had not been determined yet. He would be called upon and was expected to serve. He was given a ring. The strange ring was silver with a rare black pearl on it and strange engravings in an ancient and unfamiliar tongue inside. Not even in all his experience with Lore did Kal recognize it, but he suspected it had something to do with the ancient peoples of the desert. He couldn't be sure. Before the "Emissary" left he was given a warning to not go talking to any of his "Druid" Friends, and to keep the ring near him at all times. "But I ain..." he began as he had other questions to ask, yet something in him gave him the sensation that he shouldn't trust his master completely, so he said nothing.
Before he left the mask this other strange gnome-fellow he had met in Mrs Miggins Pie shoppe just two days before (Romulus, he called himself) showed up and asked what "The Emmisary" had told him. Since he had been less than helpful the other day, even though he acted like he knew of Kal's state, Kal decided he wouldn't disclose anything until he got a little information himself. Romulus had no intention of being helpful, even though he seemed to have a definite interest in Kal's affairs. Frustrated with the gnome's inability to cooperate Kal left him with his interests and information... and was soon on his way to ask some of the more "informed" at PAJWT.
Once in Pick and Jes's Inn, he ran into Romulus again, and Macha, and Ulalume, and Lucius, and Holace. Macha was speaking to someone, but Kalannar didn't see him. Talion had met Kalannar again at the door with invitations to assist him in his Ore hunting... as if his company hadn't caused him enough trouble already! But he did figure another sword may be useful if he had to gather a party, so he said he'd leave notice with a bartender, if needs be. (At least this way, if he forgot, he had a way out of risking his security again.)---
"So what is your diagnosis Midoran?" Romulus had come over and decided to taunt Ulalume again using his insight. (Could he be trusted? Was Kal running a risk by getting diagnosis right in front of him? What WAS his relation to the "Emissary"?) He taunted her and yet had no intention of revealing Kal's ailment, and now with the strange meetings Kal was beginning to make negative connections of what this ailment may mean.
When it was obvious that Romulus had no intention of telling either of them, he followed Ulalume out of the inn to whatever quiet place she had in mind to talk. But the irritating little gnome followed them out. "why doe' he get such pleasure outta teasin me so?" Kal thought to himself, but only ended up telling the annoying little mage that 3 times he had a chance to tell him what was wrong, and 3 times he failed. Perhaps at that point Romulus' interest in Kal's story piqued, for Romulus seemed almost as if he was going to say something significant. But all he mentioned was something about the symptoms not progressing as quickly in Kal as in "the others"... whatever that meant. Although this interested him, and it seemed Romulus may say more, Kal had had enough of being toyed with, and wasn't going to risk losing Ulalume's help for an inconsistent and selfish gnome... he followed her to the Port Temple.
There he shut the door behind them and told her of his dream, his cravings for Raw flesh, how he had spoken to Rosen, and even Ced after, without going into too much detail about the dream, he told her everything. He even mentioned a short meeting he had had with Ophelia the other night where she mentioned meeting this ghoulish apparition in the desert when Noah Went fell. Noah, however, didn't have the consequences to pay as Ophelia had volunteered to pay the "price" for his return from a death in the sands and undead hands of the Kobai. (He had also fallen in the desert, and interestingly enough, also had a purple tongue when he met Kal in the Four Winds with Ophelia talking the other day.) Ulalume was surprised at the progression that there were others in this situation, but swore to try to help Kal and Ophelia. (Had she progressed faster than he? is That what Romulus meant?)
"Seek out the Druids of the sacred Grove of Ferien," Ulalume told him. They would know best what to do to fight such a taint as you have acquired.
"Thank ye," Kal said and in their parting words as she gave him some herbs to help with his cough. His thanks were for many things: her help, the herbs, her sympathy and support. As she left he wondered to himself if this is why the "Emmes'ry" had told him NOT to speak to the Druids: perhaps they knew the cure...
"solaad odur, thay!" Kal tried out the words, and felt his blood accellerate and his muscles twitch with nervous anticipation... it would be a quick trip to Ferien...
The trees of the elven wood would likely have noticed the half-elf drifting in as fast as the wind, if they didn't move at such a slow pace already themselves. A ferien Dove did however notice a familiar woodsman rush by, toward the grove where the good elves lived and the earth-power could be strongly felt.
Kal arrived in the Sacred Grove and spoke to a few of the Druids there... they directed him into the sacred Grotto on the far side of the Grove. He stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dark and seeing the glowing green pillars sparsely placed around the cave. Long since had he not been here... perhaps since the last time he had hailed to Aros, long ago. In the center of the grotto he arrived and saw that the holy Life Tree had grown since he was last here. Its power could be sensed filling the little cave. He snooped to the back to see if any Druids were around. None. There was a passage further back, but a strange magical force stooped him from enterring. He returned to the tree and kneeled. Aros didn't favor Half-Elves, he knew, but perhaps if he wouldn't show mercy, then Elbereth would. Ulalume HAD said that the Druids could help him... he bagan to pray.
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Re: Stranger Companies Yet: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 12 Jun 2006 10:00 PM |
((letter attached to Cala from Ophelia))
Dear Mr. Kalannar,
Hello I found Cala hunting in woods so I put in letter for you to read. I am sorry, my use of common writting is not up to my common speak. I want you to know you might be in danger. Powerful people are asking about our problem. They ask me about your black ring. I dont know about no ring. I cannot not tell you who is asking for fear of being killed. Just be on look out. Plus I am not feeling better. Coughing is worsening. A few times I have coughed up flies. My wound has turned into a deep black crator. It looks terrible. My skin hurts at the sight of the sun. I have to carry stupid looking umbella to protect me. Have you gained any info about our problem?
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Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 12 Jun 2006 10:56 PM |
((A letter left with Margaret at the Broken Mask Inn and Tavern in Port Royale with clear and strong instructions to give only to the half-orc Ophelia. The letter has been sealed with a Wax stamp, the seal resembling a small orb, a little bit larger than a tooth and with 3 prongs, (apparently fasteners) equally spaced around it. Once opened the handwriting, if analyzed, is strained, perhaps with the attempt to make it legible even still the penmanship is childish at best.))
Ophelia,
Thanks ye fer the warnins an methinks I shuld tell ye wha I've been findin. Me wound ain black, but left a def'nite hole im me abdamin... it's closed now, but I's seen a few healers an a cuple priests has treid ta heals me an cure diseases. I's also half-elven, an elves tends ta resist this stuffs a bit better methinks. Maybe ye needs ta find a priest ta do tha too, if ye ain dun it yet? I does haves lotsa hunger... fer raw meats an sometimes I's tempted to... *something was written and scribbled out here* ...animal meat 'as been 'nough 'til nows. Me feels real tired an me skin is paler than normal people tells me I looks sick. Me breth stinks o what I ate, an nothin will take it away, plus sumtimes I gets real frustrated real easy. Normally I's more frindly, but lately I been gettin mad easy an has yelled a' a cuple o folks. I yelled a' Ced the othur day an ye seen how I yelled at Uwe. I canna stop coughin an sometimes I finds meself gaggin. 'Specially when methinks o' what I ate. Oh, an when I wa' wid this Gabriel fellow... be carful wid tha one. I don trust 'im yet, but seems 'e's the "Emmes'ry". 'e 'as a power over us methinks. 'e made me gag an gave me a real stong hurt in tha head methinks. 'e has sumthin ta do wid tha Ghoul thin' we saws in tha Desert. 'e also gave me a ring wid a black pearl in it. Told me ta hav it wid me all tha times. I don think it wa' a dream no more, jus tha I wasn' in me right mind. Tha worries me 'cause I don know when I may go in tha state agains. Don tel NOBODY's 'bout tha, please.
I still ain bin able ta tell ye me dream. We shuld meets sumtimes so I can tell ye tha. Methinks if ye sees Ulalame, Rosen or Cedrych they may be able ta tell ye what I told them. Be VERY carful who ye tells, an be careful wid the people tha has ta do wid tha "Emmes'ry"!
I has some folks tha's helpin me. Methinks ye can trust Ulalume, Rosen, an' Cedrych. They's tryin to help, an Ulalume rec'mended tha I visits the Druids o Ferien fer help. Carful tho 'cause the "Emmes'ry" made it real clear not ta do that. Tell nobodys bout tha druids cus methinks i culd be in gret danger fer doin this. ALSO, be very cafreful wid Romulus, an Talion. Methinks they's workin wid dis "emmes'ry" an i don know how much they can be trusted. Romulus seems ta know wha's happened ta us, but he won tell me nothin. DON TRUST 'IM. If he tells ye anathin, let me know the same way ye founds me letter ta ye. Margaret will request lotsa gold, but methinks she is good fer her word when gold is involved. Don let nobody see ye payin her, an don offer less than 1000 gold. If the seals broken on yer letter DON leave it wid her, finds me in person, quikly.
*scribble scribble* ((apparently a signiture))
PS: I wuldn' eat too much o that stew ye makes. It's pretty strong an canna be gud fer fightin this sicknis. Ulalume has herbs ye can take fer yer cough. See a preist an don tell em nothin ye don have to.
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Re: Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 13 Jun 2006 09:31 AM |
((Letter Left with Margaret with clear instructions to be given to Kalannar. Wax is smeared all over the back for it to stay closed and would need something hard to chip it open. The hand writting is very childlike.))
Dear Kalannar,
Things have gone bad to worse. A need to see this Gabriel person. A very powerful person has given me clear instructions he wishes to see him. Do you have any idea how to find him? Let me just say a little group in Port has become interested in our problem. Let just say he made a offer I couldn't refuse. I am sorry in fear of my life I had to tell him everything. I fear I might have now made a bargain with two devils.
I don't see how you can trust those Midorians you talked about. They may be nice but I will not trust them. The idea of me going to the elf land will not work. My kind aren't on best of terms with the elfies. I have gotten in contact with a good friend of mine to help me. Her name is Zubeida she is a desert women. She has more knowledge of the desert then I and could be a big help. Do not worry I didn't tell her about you. I have not shown my face to my father or in M'Goth Tukar. I fear of what there response might be but I think letting them know will be my next step.
I to have become very short with people. Yelling sometimes at people just trying to be nice. I always have had the lust for raw meat so that is not new. What is new is how the sun hurts me almost any time it touches me. My skin is even more pale and my skin is very very cold. Oh (tear stain on paper) Mr. Kalannar I very scared what will happen next.
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Another Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 14 Jun 2006 06:55 PM |
((Another letter left with Margaret at the Broken Mask Inn and Tavern in Port Royale with clear and strong instructions to give only to the half-orc Ophelia. Again sealed with a Wax seal resembling a small orb. Once opened, the handwriting if analyzed, is strained, perhaps with the attempt to make it legible even still the penmanship is childish at best.))
Ophelia,
Twas gud seein ye in tha port tha other day. I fin'ly got yer letter an wanted ta mention a couple things I dinna mention bafor.
Tha desert woman asked about ye tha other day, an noticed me cough. We talked a bit an it was her who tol me ta eat like I was livin an not give inta me flesh as it may be cravin tha death. She said I shouldn eat butterflies, an raw meat either since it ain me normal food. I jus thought I'd mention tha, an I knows we a'ready talked 'bout it. Don tell nobody 'specially not Gabriel tha ye's talkin ta her. It culd be VERY dangerus fer ye.
oh, an we talked about Gabriel an Jessup when I seen ye, but I'd say ta be careful when ye talks ta each... menshun nothin ta nobody else, an be careful. Maybe Mr Jessup wants ta help ye since yer also a half orc like 'e is, but I canna be sure. I'd tend ta trust 'im more than this "emmes'ry" (or Gabriel 'e also goes by.)
Oh an if ye can get tha bowl back tha dinna work right, I wants ta find out tha lore an why it dinna work. Ye has me gift o' apologys fer 'im an me hopes it's 'nuf fer 'is troubles. I's terribly sorry, twas s'posed ta help, not hurt ye. I really needs ta find out tha prollem wid it fer others' safety.
Be safe, an be wary, friend...
*scribble scribble* ((Kalannar Illistynn)) |
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Hunger and Rage...
Posted: 22 Jun 2006 03:33 PM |
Kal looked at the new cloak he had purchased days before but had not used... it was scaly and green. Truely putrid in it's resemblance of Lizardkin Skin. He wondered if he could focus to use his magiks being self-conscious of it's putricity. After all, most of the arcane he had picked up seemed to come from his soul, inspired by such things as beauty, art, grace, but this thing was just UGLY. He remembered why he had bought it, though.
*cough wheeze* he sputtered up some black mucous and spat it onto the ground as he looked the cloak over. Yes, he remembered why he had bought it.
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Later he carved his wasy through the swamp and made his way toward the cave. He ran into a more formidable group of spiders than he had expected, with a blooddrinking bipedal, so he was forced to rest with the mushroom men. He visited the chieftain of their tribe and bid him graces and thanks as he took a few samples of multicolored mushrooms from the nearby growing patches. he tried to imagine what it would be like to have children (not yet sentient) and to sacrifice them, regularly, to wandering passersby and alchemists in the pursuit of wisdom and such. Theirs was a different culture and surely he would never understand it, yet it seemed too cold and loveless... like he was beginning to feel more and more, although he fought against it with all the soul he could muster.
Rest... a couple more nuts for nourishment (he forced himself to chew them, having no pleasure, and craving more to eat raw flesh... raw LIVING flesh... Soon he was once again on his way to the caves, and he convinced a nearby boar to aid his cause. He would find what these Liardmen were so avidly defending...
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The Lizard King could hear the rent flesh and blood as was cast all over the cave walls. Hisses could be heard from all sides. The assailant was soon nearby and recognizable was the cloak he had given long ago as a gift to some other ungreatful fool who had sold it... He fought valiently for his life and even had hopes for a few moments, as he noticed that the adventurer's spell protections were wearing off. The bold, pallid adventurer who stank of death continued on fighting and quaffed a potion before one last fatal blow reminded the Lizard King why gifts of that sort are so seldom given: if they get into the wrong hands... darkness closed around him.
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Kalannar finished off the Lizard Druids fought the urge to not rend the chieftains heart from his chest --still beating for a short while-- and eat it, LIVE. His stomache turned, and his body wanted to lurch forward at it to feast, but he resisted. This prize was not to be eaten. That had never been his style before, it must be the sickness. He MUST resist. He looted the crates and managed to get burned by an acid trap before he explored deeper. Now the secret would be told...
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Below: a makeshift abode and three... CRAWLING BRAINS? What was this place? Before he'd challenge them he wanted to look around... he went deeper still...
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the next cavern was alive with rambling fungi and the underground trees seemed alive with movement... He looked abround but saw no foes... not yet. This place seemed very dangeroud to him. His spells were depleted an he had used his camping equipment in the Mushroom men's home... he would have to turn back... Back to the BrainThings.
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They fought valiently and kept trying to reach his mind, it seemed. Yet to no avail. All were dispatched quickly... he stepped onto one of the crabbling grey-matter creatures as it wiggled one last time, perhaps a nervouse post-mortem respose. It squished disgustingly beneath his foot. *wheeze wheeze* His heart was beating fast and he felt some life in him still, albiet difficult to fight this heaviness that seemed to weigh on his soul... to pull him deeper. Bringing him closer to rage, making him hunger, stealing his emotions.
"Now to see what is in this building..." he thought to himself as he approached the doorway above the ramp. As he walked through the door and seemd to lose his balance, and his sense of direction... A flash of lights in his mind's eye, he felt dizzy but then recovered his senses and opened his eyes...
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Kalannar found himself in what looked like... a mage's workshop? A huge gelatinous cube came lumbering towards him. Easy work to be dispatched quickly. He didn't get engulfed, thank goodness, that would be so embarrassing if the mage were nearby. He explored around a bit, an alchemist's table, a pile of magical tomes, all of which not usable by him, and a locked door...
"Hmmm..." *cough cough, wheeze* he adjusted his equipment and cracked into the lock... now a trap... after a few good zaps, he realized he could not crack this one. He'd have to return with help, wherever he was.
Then he decided he'd better return home. He stepped out the door to find to his amazement... that he was in another cave.
"wha?" as he looked around confused. "Hmmm..." he thought some negative thought frowning, and adjusted his gear preparing to explore a bit. *cough cough*
The caves had no sense of rhyme nor reason and as he wandered around aimlessly finding his was back to where he began many times. He often found himself at this Mage's abode with no idea where to go next. Where was this mage? He wondered. Finally, after maybe the 10th time of wandering back to this locked Mage's chamber and a returning Gelatinous thing and those blasted books, he decided to take out some frustration on those books...
His rapiers pierced the leather tomes: A flash of light, searing pain, jolts, burning, freezing...
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He woke up in his home (for the time being): The Mirghul Ranger's lodge... was it a bad dream? how long had he been asleep. *wheeze wheeze, sputter, cough* The burn marks on his flesh told him that, no, he had in reality found some adventure.
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An Important Meeting
Posted: 04 Jul 2006 06:37 PM |
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The Emmisary's Master
Posted: 04 Jul 2006 07:19 PM |
((This is a quick write up of the events which transpired last week with Ophelia and Dethsades, I am posting this for those who are related to the "emmisary's quest" going on right now including Ophelia, Kalannar, Romulus, Talion, Gabriel, Zubeida (Djinn), Ulalume, Cedrych, Rosen, Byron, Jessup, and others who have played a role in this progressing story. I may update or embellish later.))
As he was experimenting on the workbench behind the Buckshire trading post Kalannar overheard two familiar voices talking about mining...
"should we tell him?..." one voice had said. It was a conversation between Lucius and Dana, he could now tell.
Kal walked out from behind the building and Dana saw him as he emerged. Kalannar Greeted Lucius first... In the conversation they asked him if he would be dying soon, and Dana kindly offered to "care for" Cala. Lucius, offended, replied that no such thing would be happening, and Kalannar stated diplomatically that she was her own master and only kept him company being his best friend.
As they spoke something in his pack became a great burden and he slumped beneath the weight. He then leafed through his pack and dug out a black ring which seemed to weigh unrealistically heavy in his hand as his arm tensioned to sustain it. He stared blankly into it and seemed to almost enter a trance. He abruptly excused himself and headed towards the 4-winds.
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With few words he took a horse alongside Shira and fell off as he become entranced by the ring again. In the desert he wandered for a short while in a trancelike state as he had done before... finally a black horse (a wild one from the prides that run in the great plains) happened by and Kalannar seemed to tame it, even in his trancelike state. He made his way to the great plains and dismounted, making his way toward the Midoran outpost.
Then he continued on without rest he ran into a halfling and they slew a few kobolds together. he sked howcome the kobolds didn't attack the other, but the halfling said they had attacked him, indeed as well. Kalannar distrustful asked if he had some fire wood as nightfall was coming. The halfling had none and Kal's focus again went hazy... he continued on in a half-trance...
... onward to the Crypts.
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In front of the Crypts stood two Ghouls of the Abyss, particularly nasty abominations and one seemed particularly hostile. The other even noticed Kalannar, but seemed impartial to his presence. As Kalannar arrived, so did Ophelia, and he (without moving, looking at her or expressing any emotion) told her to stay; that one was hostile. It was as if they knew the other would be there, and the interaction was trancelike, yet casual, without surprise at her arrival and without greeting. The rain was coming down in torrents now and night had fallen. They stood stoic in the rain, side by side for a moment.
Not a few moments after she arrived a heavy fog rolled in and nothing could be seen, not even the two Ghouls standing before the portal to enter the crypts. When the fog cleared, the two Ghouls stared directly at the Half-Elf and Half-Orc. The two afflicted were summoned closer. Hesitantly they came, almost involuntarily, although their wills fought against it. Kalannar said nothing as he approached.
After a pause they were commanded to bow and pay homage to the Great Dethsades who would be before them. Kalannar saw no Lich and tried to remain standing, even in his trancelike state. Soon his knees could hold no more and they buckled beneath him. He found himself bowing before a floating decomposed head with glowing red eyes and the head seemed to emit it's own sort of dim light was well.
They were told that they would pay him their service, and the price would be paid. Kalannar suspected that this meant he would have to join the ranks of undead, and foolishly stated that he would sooner die first. The Arch Lich laughed at the irony of that statement, but was losing patience with this insolent Half-elf. After another protest or two, he blasted the Half-Elf with a bolt of neqative energy driving him face first to the ground. Kalannar remained conscious, however unable to move due to the exhaustion of having fought so hard for so long against the will that had already entered him and tainted a part of his soul.
He and Ophelia would seek out the Glyph of Aman'Dur, they were told, and once given to "the Emmisary" their service would be considered paid. Kalannar was unsure if that meant that the affliction would be removed from his body or if it meant that then he would have the "Privelege" of becoming an undead minion of this ghastly floating skull. Later Ophelia assured him that it would mean they would be relieved of their burden...
After the Demi Lich left and his minions made their way towards the crypts, the fog began to roll away and the rain stopped. Kalannar began to regain his strength and tried to pursue the two minions to exact his revenge, but they moved too quickly for his recovery. In his confusion and frustration he wanted to rebel in any way he could. He planted some flowers in one of the graves outside the crypt and watched the plants grow quickly from the magical seeds. He laughed in delight as Ophelia looked at him concerned and confused at his strange behaviour. Then the smell of... pastries? Ophelia seemed to think there were baked goods close by, but Kal took no notice.
The two decided to get some rest and made their way to the hermit by the walls outside Midor. He expressed his concern about his wife's death and Kalannar reminded him that her corpse appeared to have been desecrated. He begged that they remedy the situation, but allowed Kalannar and Ophelia to rest there for the time being...
They both fell asleep under the cover of his small lean-to, exhausted...
Kalannar slept restlessly that night tormented by nightmares and disturbing dreams. |
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Re: Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 13 Jul 2006 06:28 PM |
((Letter Left with Margaret with clear instructions to be given to Kalannar. Wax is smeared all over the back for it to stay closed and would need something hard to chip it open. The paper is dirty and the hand writting is very childlike.))
Kalannar,
I haven't seen you for ages. I hope you haven't lost your mind or worse yet that your dead. I pray you get this letter. Something wishes to meet with us. I cannot go into details. An enemy of an enemy so to say. If I do not hear from you soon I must face this thing alone and I do not wish to do that. Please contact me as soon as possible.
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An Unwilling Messenger
Posted: 14 Jul 2006 06:49 PM |
Kalannar Illistynn enters the great plains from the Midor Deep forest he is splattered with black and red blood of orcs and other creatures of the Midor mountains. His gait is slow and burdened, not only by his cargo. His color is still pale and sickly, his eyes bloodshot and the negative presence burdening him can almost be seen in the way he walks.
*cough cough*
A halfling flails around in a nest of Entanglement weeds, he seems to be blinded. Kal looks over as he walks by less surprised by the exotic and strange, these days.
*wheeze cough* The Pallid half-elf walks over to the campfire in the great plains and slumps to the ground exhausted.
"What? whos's there!" the mage-halfling turns in the direction of the sound as he stumbles around blindly.
Kalannar simply relaxes by the fire.
Fennigan blinks as his vision returns, "YOU! I've been looking or you!"
"eh?" Kalannar follows the phrase with his recent trademark cough. "Eh? me?"
"I ran into a friend of yours in the Valley of the Dead," looks at kalannar, still trying to focus. "He asked me to deliver a message."
Kalannar stammers. "The valley o the wha?" His breath wheezes as he breathes.
The halfling simply points in the general direction of Kobai. "I'm sure you know the fella, he's about 5 inches tall floats above the ground, has a bad habit of bringing people back to life. He sure seemed to know you."
Kalannar's face pales a bit and he seems to stop breathing for a second.
"I fell in a tomb, next thing you know I wake up and he's grinning at me," Fennigan continues. "He asked me to deliver a message to you and Ophelia."
"Mmhmmm..." Kal nods slowly... warily.
"The message is simple: Where is it, he grows impatient," the halfing nods as he finishes the curt phrase, "and now that I've told you both he can bloody well leave me alone."
"Did he say what "it" was?" Kalannar eyes him, testing him, subtly. Hoping that he may be able to at least get a clue to this impossible search for an item he'd never heard of.
"No, but I know what it is, it was explained to me."
"So does ye know where I can find it? He dinna say where ta me. ((pause)) He ain makin this any easier..." he simply reveals his need hoping to appeal to a possible sense of mercy in the hin.
"I have no idea, and he wasn't exactly the sort of fella you sit down with and have a nice chat." Shakes his ehad as if kal were an idiot to ask.
"I don even know wha Aman'Dur is... an ain got no idea where ta look..." He coughs a few more times. "an a glyph?" he curses something under his breath, "blasted undead." At that he begins to gag and cough uncontrollably for a few moments.
"Well for your sake I hope you find it, and for the sake of everyone else else I hope you can use it to destroy that nasty little deader."
"I don even know wha it's fer or wha he wants wid it... It may be some thin he wants ta hurt more folks... bugger."
"From what I've been able to gather it's in a place where the ead can't reach, and he either wants it because it will make him more powerful ... or he wants it because it can hurt him."
Kalannar took note at that last comment, it giving him a glimmer of newfound hope. "I ain got no clue. An ye don know where I needs ta look, nor whom I should ask?"
"Ophelia has been searching, speak to her, I've said all I know about it already."
"mmm..." he nods in response. "fine then." A cough. "Sorry I dragged ye inta all this. If ye learns more, seek me out. Aye?" Becoming distracted by his permanent fatigue, he begins staring off into the fire blankly.
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The two exchanged a few more words and the Halfling made his way onward toward the Vale. Unknowingly he was yet another innocent, inadvertantly drug into this tale of deception and suffering. |
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Painful Restorations... A finger regained.
Posted: 14 Jul 2006 07:09 PM |
((NOTE: I don't have time to translate this into a beatiful story yet, but it is VERY pertinent information to Kalannar and may even affect the quest with the Dethsades due to the use of Negative energy. Kalannar now has a little finger back, and it is made of flesh... only upon close examination will it be noticible that it is actually a human finger and is slightly too large and the coloration is just a bit off. Kal will be wearing his glove most of the time unless he specifically takes it off or plays music. Under the influence of the negative energy he has been making less music, recently))
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Painful Restorations
Featuring Balthor Mountainhand
Kalannar Illistynn: *Cough cough* ((Kalannar stands before ZigZig and looks over his current inventory. Zig apologizes that his gold supply is shourt due tohis fresh stock of Titanium items he recently purchased))
Balthor Mountainhand: *browses*
KI: thank ye anaways, zig... *turns to and heads out*
BM: Junk
KI: Aye. *cough cough*
BM: *turns* You okay, Lad? Y'look like yer havin' some trouble.
((Kalannar removes his helm))
BM: Oh. Kal.
KI: nay jus a bit unner tha weather. *cough cough*
BM: ever get yer finger fixed?
KI: Nay, I'm havin prollems findin the Mithril an tha Adamantine.
BM: Well, I hear adamantium's past some dark dwarves *spits*
KI: I did git this finger from a flesh gollum, ye thinks it'll be restorable to likes new?
BM: *inspects* Eh. Mayhaps.
KI: I dinna wanna steal one from a person, but when I found tha thing and had ta take 'im down, i took a finger, jus incase.
BM: If ya want, I can attach it. *shrugs* Can even make it work.
KI: ye can do that?
BM: it'll just look... differnt from th'rest.
KI: will it be alive?
BM: It'll move.
KI: mmm... will it play music as well as a real one? An will it look dead? *cough cough*
BM: It'll look dead, an' it might be stiff fer a while.
KI: SO the skin'll ne'er heal an look sorta normal? I means, except fer it lookin all deformed, the gollem looked like it was alive.
BM: it might graft, but it'll always be "dead".
KI: hmmm... well if it's cosmetic, I supposes I could wear a glove... it'd be nice ta have me finger back... *thinks* can ye do it here?
BM: I'd prefer not ta.
KI: er... okays... where should we go?
BM: Down.
KI: *stifles a cough, and although happy about the finger, he looks tired...* we coud go to the unnercity if ye wants.
BM: Nah. *pauses* in th'sewers.
KI: the... er... alright, then. *seems a bit unnerved, but ultimately agrees* Oh, an if we're gonna use the gollum finger, then ye can still have me titanium, and gold, an silver, then... I won need em.
BM: I don't need 'em. *heads towards the door of old Johe's store* C'mon now.
KI: mmm... well, I guesses I could use em fer craftin. *follows behind him, coughing occasionally*
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((The two leave Johe's Guyverin Store and head for the entrance to the sewers))
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BM: You wanna stop by the temple?
KI: *Kal's face looks pallid and guant* ye thnks that'll make a difference?
BM: They cure diseases.
KI: So ye thinks they could fix me finger? An put on the gollum one?
BM: No. But they could cure yer disease.
KI: mmm... nay, it ain a disease, and the canna help. I already asked.
BM: Oh.
KI: *his breath seems to wheeze ((as he follows)) from behind... Following behind [Balthor] it's almost strange how quiet he is... comfortable with the silence as though it were normal*
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((they enter the Port Royale Sewers through the main gate by the large drain... once inside Balthor summons an undead Warrior Lord to do his fighting for him.))
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KI: *although Kal looks at the creature with disproval, he seems strangely comfortable with it.*
BM: I wantcha t'know. There maybe... side effects.
KI: mmhmm... *sort of rhasps* eh? like wha?
BM: Not sure. *shrugs* Pain. Might git infected.
KI: but then how does ye know there may be side effects? *cough cough*
BM: I don't. Just considerin' possibilities.
KI: Like wha?
((Balthor lifts a concealed grate and the two descend into the forgotten crypts below the city. He leads onm, directing his undead servant to lead on, and Kal follows.))
BM: Mind ya watch fer traps. ((looks around, scoping a few familiar areas)) Somebody's been down 'ere t'day.
KI: Wha's this? ((they go through an open doorway)) ain been in here before. I hears there's platinum somewhere down here...
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((Balthor takes him to an open room with some sort of bone altar in the middle, and a huge tome.))
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BM: this'll do.
KI: ((looks shocked)) eh?
BM: Lay down 'ere.
KI: here? in this place? ((Looks around at the undead corpses lain low, the bone altar, a sense of evil seems to permeate this place.))
BM: right infronta him. ((Signals to the bone throne/altar))
KI: in front of tha throne here? ((disbelieving))
BM: Aye.
((Kal pauses for a second to reconsider. Surely he knows what he's doing. With epic songs being sung of his condition, surely Balthor had heard by now, and he was a maker of constructs after all... Balthor should know best, he justified.))
KI: *Kal lays down in front of the altar.*
((Balthor walks off and takes his servant with him, leaving Kal lieing there, as he investigates the room further.))
KI: eh... *cough cough* so ye gonna do somethin?
((Balthor comes back again and looks over Kal's positioning and has him turn lieing lengthwise before the altar.))
BM: Gimme th'finger.
KI: *pulls it out of his pouch and hands it over*
BM: *takes it, studying it carefully* Hm... *gestures at the finger, muttering a quiet incant*
((Kal doesn't know the spell, but watches as energy is pulled from the air and fused to the finger))
KI: *lays wathing calmly... stifles a cough or two*
BM: *gestures over him, mumbling darkly* ... *retrieves his dagger*
((Kal sees this and becomes unnerved: first the creepy place, then the Bone altar, unknown spells and now... a DAGGER?))
KI: WAIT wait wait... yer sure this is gonna work?
BM: It'll work. Take off yer glove.
KI: *tries to stay calm and let him work... a little apprehensive.*
BM: This'll hurt.
KI: *Removes the brown leather glove from his left hand, now very worn except for the small finger* ... *he prepares to hurt, flexing his muscles in apprehension*
BM: *Thinks ... Leans over the body of a skeleton, ripping a bone off of it. ... Dusts it off.* Stick this in yer mouth. *extends it*
KI: eh? yer sure?
BM: Y'bite down on it, so ya don't swallow yer tongue.
KI: okay, I seen this cone wid horses... *puts it between his teeth and bites down.*
BM: *nods, then takes his hand again. ...*
KI: *Still flexing with nervous anticipation*
BM: *...and stabs into the stump, cutting out any remaining finger bone, and opening the wound the joint.*
KI: OWE! *groans and grunts a bit trying not to move, but his entire arm goes taute*
BM: *takes the golem finger, inserting it in place, holding his arm like an iron vice.*
KI: GrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRR! *manages to sustain the pain, but is trembling rather graphically*
BM: *Speaks another Incant, Black energy appearing and seeping into his hand* ... *bandages the hand quickly*
((Unseen to the eyes of Balthor and Kalannar, the Black negative enrgy finds a worthy host and begins consume as much of the "fertile" body as it possibly can. Like a venom or a drug it works it's way into the blood stream seeking points of vulnerability where it can fester, set up shop begin its work to accellerate putrification. It finds it's place in Kal's abdomen, his stomache, the enchanted finger, and begins trying to saturate those places... soon it would work its way toward his mind and rot his cerebrum, then take control of his eyes and rot them slowly while maintaining instinctual body reactions and some sort of sensed blind-vision from where the orbs provided windows to his soul...))
KI: Ungh! *coughs and gags and spits up black bile*
BM: *releases his hand*
KI: *then begins to cough uncontrollably, even reflexively biting on the bone in his mouth, trying to insert the finger past it to bit it off.*
BM: NO! *raches down and holds him still* calm yerself down!
KI: *he retches out some more strange black bile onto the floor and seems to be getting extremely pale*
BM: Hm. That's a nasty condition there. *forces the glove onto the bandaged hand*
KI: *his eyes seems to be darkening and even the colored part seems to be turning black*
BM: *watches quietly observing*
KI: *his bloodshot eyes darken more and his coughing doesn't desist ... he involuntarily tears off his breatplate revealing the wound on his abdomen which seems to be turning black and festering as if it were part of and already undead*
BM: Oo. ((looks at the wound)) What'd ye do t'yerself?
KI: *sitting slightly he appears to be half conscious, and still coughs and is convulsing pretty violently... unable to respond in his trance, the flesh can be seen as if beginning to putrify right before Balthor's eyes... hs breathing is more rhaspy than before as if his throat were drying out quickly*
BM: ((Balthor looks on at the new progression)) hm...
KI: *he retches more strange black bile on the floor... coughing*
BM: Drink dis. *grabs him and forces a potion ((Lesser restoration)) down his throat.*
KI: *as the liquid goes down the rhasping seems to lessen, yet his discoloration has not changed...*
BM: Innerstin". ... Y'with us now?
KI: *his eyes are still dark, yet seem to be clouding over less... perhaps clearing?* I need healing. Tend to my wounds, ((he stammers out, as bile oozes down the sides of his face from his mouth.)) *he rhasps something understandable* Cle...rrrric.
BM: *grumbles* dang high maintenance diseases... Awright...
KI: sooooooooonnn...
BM: *leans over and picks him up, hefting him up over his shoulder* Let's go.
KI: his wound has not stopped festering yet. He seems almost conscious...*
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((Bathor carries him making his way out of the under-sewer crypts. At one point he has to set Kal down for a second but quickly picks him back up again and is back on his way. Balthor can hear Kalannar's breath rhasping hbehind Balthor's head... something is seriously wrong))
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BM: I'm goin as fast as I can! I'm takin ye to the seven sisters.
KI: *moans*
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((In his hurry Balthor goes to the nearest Temple: the Port Royale Temple not far from the sewer entrance.))
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BM: *drops him down* this feller needs 'elp!
Port Royale Healer: Yes?
BM: what's wrong with him? Canye do anything for him?
PRH: *looks down dismissively* I already told him there wasn't anything I could do for this affliction.
BM: *looking over to Kal* you gonna be okay 'ere?
KI: *lies on the floor rhasping, with his chest exposed... the wound is festering and turning black but seems to have slowed with the potion he was forced to drink*
((Balthor begins to haggle with the priest about doing something, trying to get her to cast a healing spell or something, but she is convinced it will do no good, and refuses.))
KI: *moans* uuuuuuunnnngh... Me pa.... ck... in.... me... Paaaaaaaack... *he seems to be losing consciousness again*
BM: *looks down realizing what Kal was trying to say... shrugs digging through Kal's pack*
((Balthor finds a Lion bag that clinks with the sound of many bottles within))
BM: *digs through it*
((Inside he finds potions of lesser restoration, Antidote, Cure critical Wounds, Protection from Evil, and even Heal))
BM: *forces a Heal Potion down his throat*
((A bright ray of light beams down as if through the cieling of the temple and envelopes Kalannar, lifting his body slightly up in the air and swirling about him. The air crackles with positive energy and seems fresh and clean... then the light dissipates and Kal falls back onto the floor.))
BM: ((waits a second and looks at him... then...)) You alive yet? *pokes him*
KI: Ungh... *moans as the strange light dissipates from his body, and the black festering begins to remis*
BM: Finally.
KI: Ooooooooohhhhhhh... wha happp...
KI: me arm... sooo... heavy.
BM: that'll pass.
KI: ugh... *moans a bit and coughs a few times* ... *looks up at Balthor,and his eyes can be seen to be slowly clearing bit by bit.*
BM: Y'With us?
KI: *he blinks a few times, tries to lift his head, but then let's it fall to the stone floor. "thump"* Aye. *his breath is rhasping less extremely, now.*
BM: Check yer hand.
KI: *he tries to pull some for m of cover over his torso, then slowly removes the glove and looks at it... the skin seems to be slowly changing from a black-ish color to a pallid grey... about the same color as the rest of his sickly looking body*
BM: Look. Blends right in. Give yer finger a try.
KI: *he moves his other four fingers, and the small one seems to follow, but it is difficult to tell if it is due to the muscles working or the pull of the attached fingers.*
BM: It'll get stronger an' easier to move wit time.
KI: *Looks it over, holding it above his head as he lies on the floor... the his arm tires and he lets it fall, almost as if disinterested.*
BM: In th'meantime ye may wanna get that looked at.
KI: Thank... ye. I'll look it ov' aft' I rests... a ... bit....
BM: *nods* Take care'a yerself, Kal.
KI: unnnnnnnn..... *moans* |
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Re: Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 18 Jul 2006 12:46 PM |
((Letter Left with Margaret with clear instructions to be given to Kalannar. Wax is smeared all over the back for it to stay closed and would need something hard to chip it open. The paper is dirty and the hand writting is very childlike.))
Kalannar,
I know where it is. I have been contacted again and Gabriel told me. But. What we have to do to get it..well..might kill us anyway. We must travel to one of the evilest places in all the lands and whats even worse is this place will know we are coming. You, me and 4 others. Four people that we trust...Four people who will be killed and maybe something even worse if we fail. I must see you soon to give you more of the details.
Ophelia |
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A Sealed Letter Left at the Broken Mask
Posted: 18 Jul 2006 07:11 PM |
((A letter left with Margaret at the Broken Mask Inn and Tavern in Port Royale with clear and strong instructions to give only to the half-orc Ophelia. The letter has been sealed with a Wax stamp, the seal resembling a small orb, a little bit larger than a tooth and with 3 prongs, (apparently fasteners) equally spaced around it. The handwriting is worse than previous letters, and the missage is short and simple.))
"We shuld seek it soon. Tell them of their danger, before they come. I'd rather be dead than undead. Shud tha' happen, burn me remains. Find me soon, me forest friends can help ye."
"Tha ring: soo beautiful."
*scribble scribble* ((a signiture)) |
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Caught!
Posted: 24 Jul 2006 02:03 PM |
A Fictrix production
A story of Kalannar getting caught stealing beneath the Black Pearl, Funny!...
COMING SOON! |
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Re: Letter Left At The Broken Mask Inn: Tales of Kalannar Illistynn (3rd person)
Posted: 24 Jul 2006 04:46 PM |
((Letter Left with Margaret with clear instructions to be given to Kalannar. Wax is smeared all over the back for it to stay closed and would need something hard to chip it open. The paper is dirty and the hand writting is very childlike.))
Dear Kallanar,
Please..please..please..let this get to you in time. The ring. The ring. Destroy it immediately. Destroy it and I think we might be free. I can’t believe its been right in front of us the whole time. I understand the ring calls to you. Makes you want it. It was one of the most difficult things to do but it can be destroyed by throwing it into Lava. I know it will be hard but you must. I am feeling much batter now since the ring has been destroyed. Granted the hole in my stomach is still their but, I think that’s ok.
This is what I think we should do next. I do not believe Desth’des has control over us now. I think this means we don’t have to get the Glyph any more. Although, I am sure he is going to be pissed beyond belief and probably want to eat our faces or something. So I would suggest hiding somewhere safe. Of course if he can’t get the Glyph maybe we could hide where it’s located. Then he couldn’t hurt us. That might be a good idea. Right? But, unfortunately the trip might kill us. Bartering for a safe passage is not an option. I have learned it would mean 3 people must be offered to the Lady Nakita. For what, I am only guessing to eat them. I could not let three innocent people die, even if it meant saving us. Except maybe if they where Midoran solders, but the gold that would cost would be a lot more then we can afford.
So, destroy the ring. Then find somewhere Desth’des can’t find you. If you find a place then let only me know where. We do not know who is one of Desth'des minions. If I don’t hear form you then I will assume you didn’t find a very good hiding place. I will be following Lucius and Dana around in hoping they can protect me until I find a good one.
Ophelia
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A Final Letter Left with Margaret for Ophelia
Posted: 24 Jul 2006 05:08 PM |
((A letter left with Margaret at the Broken Mask Inn and Tavern in Port Royale with clear and strong instructions to give only to the half-orc Ophelia. The letter has been sealed with a Wax stamp, the seal resembling a small orb, a little bit larger than a tooth and with 3 prongs, (apparently fasteners) equally spaced around it. The handwriting is worse than previous letters.))
Ophelia,
I muss find a guide, but I'll go destroy tha ring. Then I'll likely be hidin in Ferien. Gabriel said NOT to go to the Druids, meanin tha elves I believes. I figures he muss have prollems against 'em, so methinks I'll be safest there. I'll be stayin near there fer a time, and try ta seek attenshun fer the putric'ty tha I ate too, jus in case. I had a trance once bafor I got tha ring... I wants ta be sure tha I ain tainted an that it ain got nothin to do wid wha I ate. Elvalia met me on tha Northern Road tha other day after I saw ye. She recommended i seek out tha elves anaways. Beware in Maldovia. Is dangerus. VERY dangerus. Dana an Lou will be good guards fer ye. STAY WID THEM. Tha's VERY important. If tha lich appears again, they may be able ta protect ye, if they're tagether.
Like I said tha other day on the Northern Road. It ain fair ta send 3 others to maybe be made inta somethin like we almost becam, or worse. I'm glad ye decided not ta do it. Les leave tha Glyph fer now, ok? If ye canna find me in Ferien, then I may a met a worse fate. If ye sees me an I dinna succeed, 'specially if I loses me control, kill me an burn me remains. I don ne'er wanna be no undead. I'd be KILLED first! As me friend I asks tha' favor o' ye. Thank ye. Tell Djinn ta seek me out too. I wants ta find 'er a suitable gift o' grat'tude if dis works out fer tha better. I don think I'll be able ta leave anuther letter wid Margaret.
*scribble scribble* ((Kalannar Illistynn))
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Tales of Repercussions
Posted: 27 Jul 2006 12:05 PM |
Word of the great Undead attack on the 7 Sisters as a result of Ophelia's destroying her ring spread throughout Buckshire.
One of the Buckshire guards is whispering it to another as Kalannar is passing by to hunt more lions... he overhears parts of the story. What concerned him most was that of a Skeletal Dragon.
"PerhapsI'm really in fer trouble if I destroys the ring..." he mumbles to himself. " I needs ta find me ol friend Lucius. He'd know what ta do.
He makes his way back into the Kobai to harvest more skins for his job, and sends off a carrier pidgeon with a message addressed to Lucius, as follows (his handwriting is nearly illegible):
"Lou, I needs help in destroyin tha ring, if tha's what I should do... find me if ye thinks ye can help me get ta Naruth's fires ta destroy it. Then I may need protectin... I hopes Ophie is well. *scribble scribble*" |
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Re: Tales of Repercussions
Posted: 27 Jul 2006 01:51 PM |
Two reasonably fresh fish in hand, Lucius sets off towards Jusin, deciding he can perhaps grab an ale or two in the relative peace and quiet of Buckshire and get his journal up-to-date before he meets Nico.
Why he needed a fish is a question Lucius didn't bother to ask. Anyone who would bother to ask clearly hadn't met Nico or Frobozz.
When he sees the pigeon coming, Lucius ducks for cover under the fruit stalls in Port Royale's market. 'Black robes are so bloody difficult to clean', he mutters to himself. The pigeon lands at his feet quickly, nervously eyeing the three cats who had begun following Lucius ever since Holace gave him the fish.
Lucius groans, looking at it. 'The bloody thing has bog roll in its Talons,' he intones quietly, backing away. 'Unsanitary beast.'
Sensing that the wizard will not take the note from its claws, the pigeon flies towards him and releases the parchment, Lucius trying awkwardly to dodge the flying paper while the merchants go about their business. 'Arsewipe!' he yells, as it hits him in the forehead, unfurling.
As the activity in the market briefly halts and heads turn to the man in the black robe with all the cats, Lucius looks down and notices that there is writing on the 'bog roll'. He bends over it, squinting at the writing, then picks up the dirty mud-stained parchment and begins to read it as the nearby merchants and shoppers look away in disgust, and the cats rub up against his legs.
Oblivious to the scene he just caused, he walks out of the market, frowning. He looks around the crowded slum once more, sighs, and walks towards the shiny new building that marks the entrance to scrap alley. 'Sorry Kal', he mutters quietly to himself, 'I'll do what I can for you, but I don't really know what I should do, and I'm not going to run off and ask elves and wizard towers and paladin orders, folks who demand audiences and security clearances and deference before giving you the time of day.'
He walks up to Calbert, shooing away the cats. 'Hey, have you seen Jessup?' he asks. Then, as an afterthought, looking down at his feline entourage 'Oh, and, um, Nico, I guess?'
As he waits, he gets Jane to deliver a message:
We'll do something Kal, just wait for my next note.
Yours sincerely,
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