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Seed of Darkness - The Definitive Thread
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:05 PM |
ooc: Owing to the vast quantity of Seeds of Darkness threads scattered up all over the forums, I have decided to sit down and put all of the important happenings into one thread. If you have been a part of the plot since the start, then there is nothing new for you to read here. If you have only just joined, then here is everything you need to know. ALL SEEDS OF DARKNESS POSTS, PLEASE PLACE THEM INTO THIS THREAD. So we have just the 1 thread for this plot now Thanks!
EDIT: I confess. I have lied. Posting of up and coming events will take here as well, so it's not just a recap! |
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The Beginning
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:06 PM |
Shaz'jen eyed his journal.
He hadn't written in it recently. He only wrote within it when he needed to get some of the many thoughts in his head onto paper. And well, recently he hadn't had any particularly troubling thoughts to put down.
Until today.
He leaned back on the bench. The holy chapel of Midoran was like a cool, soothing balm. It kept his blood quiet, calmed the voices for a few blissful hours. He could sit in the sanctuary and feel elven. Father Marick Fetter wasn't so pleased at his presence; he kept glancing over every now and again; but the two had a mutual understanding, so Shaz'jen was left in peace.
Dancer.
Shaz'jen had never wanted to see that blade.
He knew the story all too well. On his many travels, he had heard the tales of Malagard, the vile creature who had tried to rule the world of Vives, so many thousand of years ago. And he had heard of Siann Aikanaro, the half-fiend son of Malagard.
It had been Coruva who had first told him. After Shaz'jen had gone to the temple for some much-needed rest, he had been driven out at the point of a sword. That hadn't bothered him; Shaz'jen was quite used to being thrown out of places at sword-point. But the last words he had caught - 'tale of a blade and the evil that seeks it...' had piqued his insatiable curiosity. And then Coruva had said the name Malagard...
This tale is ancient; it is little more than a legend, now. There are those who know some of the legend, and they are mostly those who would dismiss the tale as folly and those who whisper it on ghostly nights to scare and amuse their fellows.
But the tale is true.
Thousands of years ago, a dire power threatened the lands of this fair world. His name was Malagard, a being whose ambition was only matched by his power. He sought to control everything; cities, nations, worlds would have been ruined in his wake. Over the places he ruled, he may as well have been a god, so absolute was his power. And his eye was firmly uponthis world - with him crowned as ruler.
But there were those who would challenge the unholy demon-god. One of these was Valia Aikanaro, an elven paladin who was a master of the katana, an unusual weapon for her kind. Her unique blade, Azure Light, was unusually long and thin, yet light and deft, able to slice through her foes as if it were paper. It glowed with holy light, enchanted with the great powers of Aros. Valia was one of the few who dared to defy Malagard - and one of the many who failed.
She and her company fought bravely, to the very gates of Malagard's dark citadel. And it was there they fell, and were captured. All of Valia's comrades were put to cruel, slow deaths; but for Valia herself, the demon-god had a worse fate in mind. He cursed her not with death - but with child.
A lesser being would have given up; destroyed by their failure and the demon-spawn growing inside them. But not Valia. She was a holy warrior of Aros - and she would not go down fighting. When the child was born, she swore that she would not let it be consumed by Malagard's hate; she would raise the fiendling with love. After all, he was not just Malagard's son; he was her own.
So the young Siann Aikanaro was raised on the elven legends; of heroes brave and bold, of warriors of valor and courage; of the great fights of good against evil. She treated him with all the kindness she would have a normal child, and so Siann never felt the bitterness or hatred another of his blood would have normally. And although his father trained him for the life of evil Malagard desired, Siann resisted, no matter how brutal his father would be.
But Malagard had other plans for his son.
Taking the holy blade of Valia, he broke it and grafted onto the hilt a blade of tremendous evil power. Into the sword he poured his malice and cruetly, desiring to create a weapon that would lay his enemies low. This blade he gifted to Siann, knowing that the evilness of the blade would eventually turn the young half-fiend to darkness. And so, Dancer was born, a terrible, brilliant blade, forged from two halves.
Shaz'jen had known the tale for a long time. And he could finish it. Siann had been gifted the blade. The blade, dark and cruel and twisted, had turned Siann Aikanaro as evil as the sword. Valia and Siann had both desperately strived to stay good, but the blade had won. Eventually, Siann's will had finally won over, and he had taken the sword to banish Malagard, but not after the terrible atrocities he had committed...
And Vandle wielded the same blade.
Dancer, that vile blade, had returned. And Shaz'jen had already heard its whispering. He shuddered unconsciously.
For Aikanaro was his own name.
Shaz'jen had a lot of names. Necessary for when your neck is wanted across the Planes. But his true name was not Shaz'jen Direth. His true surname was Aikanaro. Shaz'jen was a descendent of Siann. Directly. And he had sworn that Dancer would not poison his mind as it had Siann's...
But already...Vandle was touched by the blade. Quillian had had her mind attacked by some unknown assaliant, who had stolen her memories - her memories of who Shaz'jen was. And Shaz'jen himself...he had nearly flipped. He didn't like to lose his temper, but Budok and Vandle had gotten more than an earful. Then he had stormed out into Midor without his hood on...something which the guards hadn't particularly liked. And then for some inexplicable reason he had poured out his heart to Loli. Normally, Shaz'jen felt quite happy keeping himself to himself, but after today...
Well, he felt better. It was good to know that another listened as much as Rickhaji did.
And until Malagard decided to rear his ugly head, Shaz'jen was going to sit quietly in the temple and think things over in peace. He picked up his quill and started to write. |
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The Formation of the Azure Lights
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:10 PM |
To combat the threat of Malagard, Father Marick called togther all those of Midor who had the heart and courage to deal with the threat. The meeting was long and arduous - oddly prophetic of the times to come.
Many people did not like the idea of being pawns of Midor or its Church in the slightest, and demanded that the Order remained independent of such things. Ty Zen had originally hoped to see the group as an extension of Midoran's will and spread, but he was willing to give up that dream and form an Independent Order which would serve only the people of Vives. He was even willing enough to resign as a Knight of Midoran to see this.
Then the argument began as to how to lead. Many people who all for the Order being led by all of them, all with equal say in just who was allowed to join and decisions. Ty Zen, however, was not so willing to see such a thing, and persuaded the people present that it would be wise to at least elect one leader for the group.
It was decided that the group would be split into two seperate parts; the public half, and the private, unknown half. Ty Zen, as a potentially ex-Knight of Midoran, offered to lead the public side. Those who could wield a sword best were chosen for this side; as defenders of Vives, they would be more readily seen, a strong, stalwart presence against the bastions of evil.
The second group would be the private side; those who skilfully gathered information, those who worked on the darker side for the greater good. Earlier, the people had already decided that Shaz'jen would be an ideal leader for this Order, and it was certainly in his aptitude to lead this group.
It was the bard Sharra who thought up the name Azure Lights, named after the holy sword of Valia. And so they remain to this day - but for how long... |
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Dancer - The Chaos Blade
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:15 PM |
The centre piece of the tale. The strange sword, the hilt taken from the holy blade of a paladin, the blade forged from the malicious will of a dark demon.
Those who wield the blade pay a terrible price. The blade itself was born of two halves, of two diametric morals. Thus the blade has no sense of direction - instead, it takes upon the characteristics of those whose souls it has devoured. Use the blade to destroy evil, and the blade becomes evil. Wield the blade against the forces of chaos and it becomes chaos. Smite the holy and good of the world and the sword turns to the cause of justice.
As Siann Aikanaro once remarked to Vandle of the Blade, "Dancer is a sword that can be wielded by no one, and for nothing."
When Ancient Darkness took the land,
A long, cold, bleakness fell,
Blackness swept through hearts and homes,
Fear's icy hand.
Shining through the darkest hour,
With Azure sword of light,
Valia, the noble,
Blazed holy glory bright.
When Valia lay beaten,
The light of good still shone,
She bore a child and filled with good,
Her beloved, cherished son.
But evil took the Azure light,
And dulled the shining blade
The evil soul of darkest power,
A mighty sword, remade.
Will you dance the dance of chaos?
Will you you listen to the blade?
Cruel irony awaits you,
Will you tempt such cold, hard fate? |
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Siann Aikanaro - The First Wielder
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:21 PM |
As told by Phoenix
With the intention of finding the lost professor of the archaeological dig, a party consisting of Fri’el,Loli, Quillian,Vandle and Dias entered the site. It was not overly long before Vandle started hearing voices, voices that told him he shouldn’t be there. One of the voices, which Vandle recognised as being Dancer’s, was even pure malevolent and promised swift death should they even split up. In all haste the adventurers wound their way outside where Vandle asked a piece of rope so he could tie the blade in its scabbard. Yet the blade was swifter and flew out of the scabbard in the direction of Buckshire. The party followed as quickly as possible, yet could not prevent that Dancer struck down several innocent people. After having had its fill it allowed Vandle once more to sheathe it. It was time for guidance and who better than Father Fetter could give them counsel and so they travelled as fast as their feet would take them to Midor.
“The sword, Dancer, it escaped from its sheath,” Loli explained in all urgency to Marick Fetter. “Indeed,” Vandle continued, “it is as Loli says, there was nothing I could do.” Somewhat incredulous Marick asked “It did?” All companions nodded and Loli and Fri’el added that it had killed two guards in Buckshire. “Then...then this is grave news. If Dancer is capable of such things then...it's power must be growing...” Marick said, more to himself than to the companions who were there. Father Fetter frowned “Keep a careful eye on it, report any more incidences to me, It's all we can do...” Nearly all the companions sighed, for this was only little help. Suddenly Dias remembered something, “Tell him about the voice Vandle!” “Oh yes, just before Dancer escaped, I heard, a voice” Vandle cocks his head and his eyes grow somewhat larger “It is happening again! It says I’m once more in the wrong place. I have to get outside!” Soon they all stood outside the temple looking around. “Which voice do you hear now Vandle?” Dias asked and meanwhile he pleaded with Marick. “Isn’t there anything you can do?” “It’s not Dancer voice of rage, but the calmer one Dias. It says someone is about to act.” Puzzled by Vandle’s last remark everyone started looking around.
Too late they noticed a dwarf with a dazed look on his face and evil glinting dagger. Before anyone could act Gromnir Fearfrost struck Dias and not even his stoneskin protected him from receiving a cut. Somewhat dazed himself, Dias thought to himself “What the h..” And then he felt it, his soul being siphoned out of his body through the dagger, a truly soul wrenching experience. When next he opened his eyes, Dias found himself on a small island surrounded by a sea of magma. Everywhere around him where the cries of the doomed and the cursed, shrieks more horrid than any man or woman alive could bear. Falling on his knees, he started praying to Theus, for he knew what this place was. This was Hell! “Hear me Theus, release me from this place!” As he opened his eyes, a succubus had appeared. “Go away you infernal being!” She smiled, showing razorsharp teeth “Aren’t you a pretty one.”
“I shan't listen to you. You have no power over me! My soul belongs to Theus.” Dias half prayed, half told the temptress. Her eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips.
“I smell his stench upon you...yes...”
“Hear me Theus, help me get away from this hellish place!” The succubus did not yield so quickly. “Aren't you...lonely...Dias...don't you yearn for pleasure...happiness...”
“Theus I beseech thee, help one of your loyal followers. I hear thee not demon, begone!” Smiling, the succubus suddenly flinched “Who is he?! Why do I smell my kin upon you!?”
“Never shall you hear it from my lips. Oh hear me Mighty one and grant me the power to strike her down.” Hissing, a thick trickle of blood dribbling from her lips, “I served Malagard, those countless years ago... I smell the Slumbering One upon you! Tell me, mage!”
“Never shall I tell you what you want to hear!” Clicking her claws, she once more threatened “Tell me or you will suffer!” But Dias had his fill of this demon and he felt the power in him surging as he summoned an elemental. Although the succubus summoned another of her kind for help, it mattered little, for they were soon overcome and Dias was once more alone on the little island.
Something then dismissed the elemental, but Dias was actually surprised that he was able to summon anything at all. A blink of an eye later a snakelike demon appeared having eight arms and each wielding a different weapon. “Now then…,’ she smiled pleasantly, as pleasant as demons get, “Perhaps we can discuss this more...calmly than her. Who bears the blood, Dias Ashfield?”
“Smile all you want fiend, you shan’t hear it from me. Theus protects me and I keep faith in him.”
“A pity. I would hate people to...come to harm...especially those a man loves.”
“Those threats have been uttered before demon.”
“But if little Quillian matters not...then...that is your wish.”
“She matters more than you could ever know!”
“Good. Then perhaps we can come to an agreement.” And again the demon smiled, showing her deadly fangs.
“But I will not let the world suffer, and she knows that. She would give her life for that, as would I. Now begone demon!” Again Dias tried to control his magical force in order to summon his faithful hound archon, which was quickly dissipated by what seemed like a wall of steel from the Marilith. “Then, we can let her know her doom is sealed. Oh… and please, give a girl some credit.” The demon disappeared leaving Dias alone and in turmoil. Roaring above the wails of the doomed he continued his plead to Theus: “THEUS PROTECT THE ONES I LOVE. I ASK ONLY THAT OF YOU. PLEASE HEAR ME. I KNOW THAT NOT EVEN HELL WILL STOP YOU FROM HEARING ME. DO NOT GRANT THESE DEMONS THEIR WISH AND DON'T LET THE INNOCENT SUFFER. THEUS GIVE ME A SIGN PLEASE! THROUGH YOUR MAGIC I WORK YOUR WAYS. OH GREAT ONE, HELP ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS IN DIRE NEED. I KNOW YOU DO NOT WISH FOR THE FORCES OF EVIL TO WIN. PROTECT MY FRIENDS AND THE ONE I LOVE.
“How curious.” This time a dark clad humanoid appeared. His features were hidden by the hood of his black cloak. “Are they sending me yet another demon ? Now in the guise of a human?” The new arrival continued thinking aloud, “Why are you here? You have not wielded the sword... Why then are you sent to share my world...” Dias understood that this was no demon and then his eyes fell upon the bared blade, that was unmistakably Dancer. “Who are you? And how come you are wielding Dancer?”
“You know the blade then.”
“You have not answered my question yet, who are you?”
“Something has taken your soul. Only stolen souls are here.” Dias shook his head, “My soul belongs to Theus!”
“My soul belonged to Aros. It made no difference. This is Hell. This is where those of us who enslaved are...taken...” Dias knitted his brow. “I only remember being struck by a blade, either a dagger or a short sword, but it was not dancer.”
“Not Dancer?” he mused, “Then perhaps Vandle can resist…”
“You know Vandle? Are you one of the voices he hears?” A succubus appeared and tried to attack the mysterious stranger, but he struck Dancer out like a viper, dispatching of her in what seemed only a second or less. “Tell me your name I beseech thee. I am Dias Ashfield. That is all these foul creatures learned from me.” Wearily, yet in an oddly familiar manner he answered with more questions. “What is in a name? Power? Legend?” Almost pleading Dias continued: “It might mean something to me, it might help others.”
A pair of purple lights shone from where his eyes might be “…mean something… I am nothing. I remember nothing. Barely my own name only...Malagard...they seek to free him. And I...know something to stop it but...I cannot remember what...”
” Think please, I beg you. Anything might be of importance.”
“I am dead. This is but a shade. The remainder. Dancer's payment. Without my body...I cannot...remember...I...”
“But you are one of Dancer’s former wielders?” Slowly his form dissipated into nothingness. “Wait! You locked Malagard away? Wait please! I know who you are!”
One minute later the mysterious humanoid appeared again. “You are fortunate, help is on its way.”
“You are Siann! We shall help you as well!”
“But...for my...my kin...help, hope, mercy, compassion, love...,” he paused,” See… Sse..”
“Yes! Your name is Siann Aikanaro!”
“Sseeaan...S...Siann...that would...” “
"Yes, you are Siann Aikanaro, the one who defeated Malagard so long ago! We shall vanquish him again!”
Siann sounded anguished, “Yes, I did...but so long...and I cannot remember, I cannot remember! I remember...Malagard, the sword...the battle how he...he...,” he flinched at the memory, “but I cannot remember!”
“Have faith Siann, not all is lost!”
“You have help. Come, I will take...you...”
There is more to this story, but it bears no relation to the true tale... |
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Vandle of the Blade - The Current Wielder of Dancer
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:23 PM |
The world was fire.
From the tiny platform, all Vandle could see was fire. The world burned beneath him, a sea of flames and molten rock. In the distance vague shapes, demonic and tortured, formed from the thick smoke; sometimes, they turned their gaze to him.
There was the figure.
He was but a shade, a spirit. He stood, facing the fire-torn world, his ragged cloak drifting in an unfelt wind. His features were hidden in shadow, only parts of his ancient, exotic armour highlighted by the flames. But resting in his right hand, solid and clear, was the sword. With a blade of darkness and a hilt of light.
"Welcome to my world," the shade hissed softly.
Vandle looked around him, the heat of the flames searing his skin. "Your world?"
"You have it." The shade turned, his cloak twisting around him, in one smooth motion. "The sword that cannot be wielded."
The warrior stared back at the spirit. "Cannot be wielded?" And he drew the same blade that the other carried. It glowed dimly in the light, the dark designs upon the steel seeming to dance.
The shadow stared for a long time at the blade, his fingers runningly slowly over the hilt of his own. The gaze was that of a starving man staring at a royal feast. Vandle tightened his fingers around the true blade, wishing that he could step back.
"You have it then," the spirit breathed. His tone was one of envy...or was it sympathy? "The sword that cannot be wielded."
"I wield it!" Vandle replied, quickly.
"Do you?" The shade laughed, barely more than a hissing rasp. "Do you have the arrogance to presume that you wield it?"
"No, I don't."
"But you hold it. Therefore, you assume that you can wield it."
"I assume nothing. I wield it, but I don't assume I can control it."
The silence hung in the air. The spirit shifted its grip upon the blade. "To wield Dancer is a curse. And its price...few would be willing to pay." It paused. "I was not willing. And neither were the men it consumed."
A small boy appeared at Vandle's side.
"Child!?" Vandle exclaimed. "What are you doing here, in this foul place!"
"Don't you remember me?" The child stared back at him, his face a mixture of sadness and confusion.
"No," Vandle shook his head.
"I...I'm Charles, your brother..." The small boy blinked. "You said you would save us, free all of us from the pain...Vandle, save us!"
"I don't understand!"
"You saved us Vandle, saved us! You freed us with the blade, sent us to a world with no pain..."
The shade watched impassively.
"Lies!" Vandle cried. "You lie!"
The boy laughed; the laugh grew harsh and deep; then he burst into a great flamed demon, cackling vilely. "You killed them Vandle, sent the children to the blade, you murdered them, Vandle. All the children, all those children...think of them!"
"No!" Vandle stared pleadingly at the shade, the demon, anything. "Lies! You lie! I would kill no one!"
The spirit shifted his grip on the blade, twisting his wrist. The tip of the blade fell to the ground with a loud clang.
"That...is the price that you must pay."
He turned and walked into the fire.
"Lies! It's a lie!" Vandle screamed. "You all lie!"
He awoke with a scream, his fingers clamped tightly around the ancient blade. |
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Malagard's Cult Makes it's Move...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:31 PM |
Shaz'jen sat, quietly sucking the tip of his delicate quill in the safety of the spare bedroom within the sanctuary of the Azure Lights.
Well. Sort of sanctuary. Seemed that the place was getting overly invaded lately.
And after today...he was feeling less than safe.
He flicked his tail nervously over the arm of the couch he was sitting upon. It wouldn't take long until it was all around Midor, no doubt...and the Azure's would be in worse peril than even before. And all of that didn't sting half as much as his pride...
Whoever he was, he had known exactly where to hit him when it hurt.
It had been his own fault, probably. He had wanted to see how the people at Madame Setine's were...not for their services. He shuddered to think of it. No, to make sure that the Nightmasks were out, and staying out. And to make sure that no one was going to get the wrong impression of just what he was doing there, he had invited Loli. Shaz'jen liked her company...as long as he reminded himself where he had set the boundary.
Then things had gone terribly wrong.
The captain of the Night Masks had appeared. And proved FAR more cunning and powerful than the two of them had ever expected. He had nearly killed them the first time, and then almost finished the job as he drove them out. Shaz wasn't even entirely sure he could clearly remember just how quickly the pair of them had been hacked down. Even with Loli's formidable strength.
But it had been the last part.
Shaz'jen could remember that in perfect detail. How Loli's life had been bleeding away on the floor, how he had been leaning against the wall gasping both for breath and from the pain of his own injuries. And then how the man had placed a thin, bloodstained blade against Loli's neck and had threatened, with a sneer, how he would behead her unless...
The pen scratched deeply into the paper.
His face was still burning, almost a day after it had happened.
Drop your gear and leave naked...or I'll cut her head off...
It was the little girl he remembered the most. The one who had stared and pointed and screeched to the whole of Midor. dang it, how in the Nine Hells could he have been so utterly, utterly stupid? Now nearly everyone would know, would be on their guard. It would be exactly the thing to turn the people of Midor against the Azure Lights, to turn them against him. If they ever equated him in his usual guise with that...he could almost smell the smoke from the witch-hunt already.
Gods dang it. Shaz'jen dug his six claws into his arm viciously. It still hurt, still turned his face a brilliant ochre-red...but he'd had no choice. Loli's life had been in his hands.
What hurt more than even that was that he was wondering if he could have done that to save anyone else. If he would do it.
Pride still kicking you in the a$, spawn?
Shaz'jen paused.
The man had known. The thought hit him like a thunderbolt, knocking his brain out of it's current stupified sate owing to shame and back into working. Whoever the captain had been - and suddenly, Shaz'jen doubted that the man had even been one of the Nightmasks, for he had felled them both with powerful spells of Storm of Vengeance and Blade Barrier - he had known just what Shaz'jen was, and just where to hit him where it hurt the most...
The door clicked and he looked up. Then he sighed and remembered that eventually he was going to have to explain to the whole of the Azure Lights just why there were rumours of a naked elf with wings and a tail found outside Madame Setine's. Tucking away the letter, he went to greet his friends. |
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Times Darken...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:37 PM |
The Midoran Times
Murders within Midor!
Horrific Slaughter at the Unicorn Inn!
The people of Midor were shocked and stunned yesterday at the seemingly senseless slaughter of the owners and patrons of the esteemed Unicorn Inn. Those amongst the dead include three young children and a missionary party of Midoran stopped for last goodbyes before their journey, whose numbers included one of the holy order.
The guard who was first witness to the carnage spoke of his horror at seeing the slaughter. "In all my years of service," he said, mopping his brow, "I have never seen anything so...gratuitous. It was so efficient, so...bloodthirsty."
Yes even in this dark hour, the spirit of those of Midoran did not fail. Once word was out, the donations to help the dead flooded in. One unknown donor gave almost two thousand gold pieces. The priests spoke of their delight at such a reaction, and said that the money would go towards attempts to raise those killed. The Midoran Times is proud of their community coming together in this time.
One sole witness survived, who cannot be named in fear of a reprisal. She spoke to the priests of the horrors she witnessed, and had the presence of mind to describe the attacker. Her information led to the subsequent search and successful arrest of the prime suspect - a man born of demon blood.
"We knew what he was," one Knight of Midoran spoke. "None of us were keen on having him there. But he was quiet and polite, even somewhat decent. Figure it was all a ruse, to lead us astray."
One of the Law Court guards also spoke to our journalist. "He came quietly, without any resistance. In fact, he's been quite reasonable about it. Can't say that about many evil folk, can you? Frankly, we know him as a decent, honest man. And you have to admit - it's a little too....obvious to be him, don't you think?"
Whatever the truth, the city rests peacefully knowing that the prime suspect is safely under lock and key in the Law Courts. Word is out that the trial will be held soon. The Midoran Times will, as always, keep you posted. |
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The Thoughts of Others on Current Times...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:39 PM |
Loli Dankirk
As soon as she heard the girl say it, she knew what was coming. "Demons can't come in here, can they?" Cara asked the priest of Midoran. So "what Jay said he saw in the docks" had to have been Shaz on that dreadful day when he let himself be humiliated in order to save her life. And the only thing between Shaz and death by stoning was going to be whatever she and the others could come up with in the way of a defense. The world was in darkness, and Loli ran through it killing goblins, orcs, and giants until she was too exhausted to stay awake. Then nightmares plagued her sleep.
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After they visited Shaz the next morning, Loli felt better. Shaz seemed well, and in better spirits after she had brought him a pen, some paper, and his spectacles. They made a few plans, including enlisting the aid of Father Marick and making public the issue of Malagard, and even had some casual conversation to which Shaz contributed with his usual sharp wit. She picked up a set of copies of the books from the Azure Lights Library, to give to a bard named Gullener Tider. After speaking with the bard, he wanted to meet Shaz, so they went to the Midor Court House. There a shock awaited her. Father Marick had forbidden Shaz all visitors until the day of his trial! Stunned, she fled to the Azure Lights Headquarters.
There she tried to get some badly needed rest, but she was soon awakened by a disturbance. Stumbling out to the entrance, she almost ran into Vandle and two Midor Guards at the front door. They said the premises were being searched by their Commander, and ordered her and Vandle to go inside. She found the Commander in Shaz's bedroom, along with Dias. Together they searched the premises, and the Commander left with Shaz's personal diary and also his Malagard journal. Before he left, Loli told him what she could about Shaz's stay in Hell. He agreed to talk to Father Marick about the possibility that Shaz had been possessed when the murders were committed.
After that, there was no chance Loli could rest. She asked Vandle if he would go north with her, and hunt orcs and yeti in the snowy lands. He agreed, but remembered an errand just before they reached Mineath Caverns. So she went on alone, and hunted the snow orcs and various other beasts on her way to the yeti. Just short of the yeti, it began to sink in. She might never speak to Shaz again, never again enjoy that sharp wit, never again hear the fondness in his tone of voice that he thought he kept hidden. An animal moan escaped from between her clenched teeth. She threw herself at the yeti, killing them one at a time or in pairs, until finally she came to her senses under attack from three at once. She could do nothing for Shaz if she was dead. She fled for home.
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On the third day, Loli knelt before the statue of Bregodim, and spoke in Dwarven her daily prayer."Thank you Bregodim, for the ore, for the skill to forge it, and for the strength to wield the forgings. Thy claims be held.""Grant me the courage to follow my conscience in all things, and preserve me from oblivion should I fall.""My soul is in your keeping, forever."Loli paused here, to gather her thoughts.
"Bregodim, we need your help. Long ago a demon named Malagard sought to take Vives for his own. He forged a sentient blade made of both evil and good, which eats the souls of the people it kills. He sent it forth in the hands of a child of his, conceived by rape on a paladin of Aros. The child's mother had raised him to be as decent a person as she could, but his mind was taken by this sword and he slew for many years. This sword, named Dancer, ate the souls of both evil and good, in alternation. This child, named Siann, was controlled by Dancer's lust for souls, until it killed his mother. His outrage then was so strong that he attacked Malagard, who had done this to him. He was not able to kill Malagard, but he cut a rift in reality and both he and Malagard fell through. Thus Vives was saved from Malagard at this time."
"The sword named Dancer, though, stayed. Cults to Malagard desire Malagard to return, and Dancer desires this. No mortal has the skill to reforge Dancer. Could you help us?"
"Also, for me ... Siann has a living descendant. A man by the name of Keimaini Aikanaro. I love this man, Bregodim. He has been helping us in our battle against Malagard's return. Darkness took his mind from him, two days ago, and when he regained awareness it seemed he had slain many innocents. Please help me to find the way to help him, for the Midorans will stone him to death if I cannot find the way." |
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Re: The Thoughts of Others on Current Times...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:40 PM |
Thelia Starsoul
Thelia sat down in her assigned room at the Icy Vale Inn. She had been staying at the Unicorn, but that had come to an abrupt halt. She sighed, and opened her journal tiredly. No light at all burnt in the room, but she moved with ease and sight through the shadows and darkness in the room, taking her quill and beginning to write....
3rd Day of the 1st month, in the 19th year of my life.
What an interesting day! I must admit, I had though the day to be going rather boringly this morning, the only thing of any real interest which occurred was some foolish Elf letting a Minotaur run riot in the streets of Port Royale. If anyone was killed in the rampage she will answer to me. Perhaps it was not entirely her fault, but anyone who is that old should have the cognitive ability not to take on fights they cannot win, and if they find themselves in that situation not to get others killed for it.
Then we met some strange black clad man outside of Royale. I must admit, his ability not to be seen was impressive, I imagine I could learn a lot from him. It was not that he was easier or harder to be seen than myself, but he was so much more natural and graceful about it than I am at the moment. It is perhaps a point to focus on.
He said he was going to meet a friend at the Unicorn, and then left us, graceful as ever. We all headed back to Midor also, and engaged in some idle banter about Avari’s new armour, some rather splendid Elven Chain.
After that, a guard came up and said that the Unicorn looked like a slaughterhouse or words to that effect. We, of course, rushed to the scene immediately in order to render assistance to the people inside, but at first it appeared that none were left. It looks like the poor child, Daniel, whose parents seem to be murdered by Bandits, was one of those killed; I shall have my vengeance on the one who did this. Children should not be killed.
However, further inspection of the Inn revealed a survivor, Cara. Avari comforted her, and we were able to question her briefly after she was brought to the Temple. In this questioning, several things became clear:
+ A while ago, a naked demon was seen in the docks
+ This naked demon wore plain black clothes and a cloak
+ This Demon was seen in the Unicorn that day, and was pelted and jeered at by a crowd (It never ceases to amaze me the stupidity of some people; does inciting a demon not seem more than a trifle foolish? I must look into this further to see why they would do such a foolhardy thing.)
+The Demon said nothing, looked slightly angry, but controlled, and left.
+Someone looking like the Demon then came back in a short while later, and slaughtered everyone in the Inn.
+The murder weapons were two glowing red rapiers
+Cara was saved by her mother throwing herself in front of the advancing Demon, allowing Cara to slip into hiding.
+There were no other survivors, and then the demon left.
We were the asked to leave by the Midorans, and did so. As we left the Chapel, we were able to have a brief conversation with some of their Paladins. It seems that this man… Shaz’jen was mostly a decent sort before this, however now their opinions had shifted for the worse about him.
Loli, Coruva, and Avari, however, seem to have unswerving faith in him and that he did not perform the crime. I trust that group to their word, though I fear their morals may blind them to what is truly right or wrong on occasions, perhaps this is one, after all, would it not be right to take vengeance on those who treated you such as the people in the Inn treated him? Granted, it was an overreaction, and a better course could have been found, but some form of vengeance would not have been out of order there... but at the moment it matters not.
A man is in prison, a man who has helped people, and a man who people I trust trust, and that is wrong. This situation must be resolved.
What happened next…? Ah, yes. I really should be more concise in my commentary and more detailed in my notes of these incidents, lest I leave a major detail out of this journal…
We then went outside to hear bells ringing and to see the gates being closed. Around the City patrolled Paladins with their swords drawn, and they also blocked the exits; no one was to leave until the man was found.
At first it seemed that there were no clues; however Maya managed to pick up a scent when she was in Animal form. This told us that the man went in, left, stood by a wall, went in again, then left, whilst confused and scared.
It also told him where he was; a building I have seen Loli enter and exit many times before; apparently the headquarters of the “Azure Lights”.
We kept a lynch mob out, and Loli and a Guard searched the building. Eventually, the Demon was brought out, and taken to the courts where he was put in a cell. Luckily, he was not lynched as he went thought the streets, perhaps Midoran guards are competent after all.
Little more was learnt of the crime whilst I was there, for I tried greatly after the search. However, more facts which I feel I must record in this journal are that the weapons are bloodied, and the mans clothes have blood on them.
It would seem that all the evidence points towards this man, but this does not satisfy me that he is the one responsible. Points which I feel I must consider over the next day follow thusly:
+The man claims not to remember.
+The man made no real attempt to hide; and I know full well one with his abilities could have escaped easily.
+Loli, Coruva, and Avari would not ally themselves with a man with mass murdering tendencies.
+The man offers evidence so freely that his not confessing makes me believe him more.
+Maya said he was confused as he left. If it was a deliberate act, he would not be confused as he left.
Much to think about, much to consider. I know not what to think of all of this, but from what I have heard there could be much more sinister goings on linked to this than the murders. That such things are happening chills my blood, yet it must be dealt with. Or else more evil will come upon these lands… |
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Re: The Thoughts of Others on Current Times...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:45 PM |
Guard Commander Melchor
The following is taken from a page of Guard Commander Melchor's dossier conceirning the case of the Massmurder at the Unicorn Inn.
...after a short briefing by Father Marick, who knew the suspect and his past well, I went to the Azure Lights Headquarters. It was here the Demonkin was hiding after his gruesome deeds and it was here it stayed before all of this happened.
A man, later to be known as Dias Ashfield (see 1.), opened the door for me and followed me wherever I searched the Headquarters.
Bedroom / Hellish Literature
Soon I found the suspects bedroom. A large quantity of books about planes, hells and demonworlds were waiting on the bookshelves. As my knowledge of these is little and without finding anything else, I sealed his chamber with Midorans Seal. None shall enter this room.
When I searched the Rooms, both Miss Loli as Vandle of the Blade (see 2a. and 2b.), known members of the Azure Lights, joined Dias Ashfield and joined his struggle to protect their once good and trusted friend.
The Kitchen / Raw meat
The kitchen had a rather large quantity of raw meat in it. Some of this meat was allready eaten upon. As there are no domestical animals, pets or other beasts in the Headquarters this could be the doing of the Demonkin. The suspect liked his meat raw, as both Ashfield and miss Loli told me. They also stressed that liking or eating raw meat isn't illigal. Not illigal no, just not civilised...
Temple room / Amulet
In the Headquarters' small worshipping room I found a small and ancient Amulet. Showing a symbol almost identical to that of Midoran. **scribbled as a sidenote: Both Loli, the armoured dwarven female as later Father Marick, who I gave the Amulet, told me this could be the Amulet of the suspect, given to him by his Guardian, a follower of Midoran. Or it could be a similar Amulet. I have nothing to question these assumptions**
Trainingroom / dark and sulphur
The trainingroom was dark and the air within had a tiny flair of sulphur in it, though enough a mortal could smell.. However none of the people gathered seemed to notice.. Nothing else was found here though.
Library / Diary and Journal
The library seemed a place the suspect stayed alot. I found his hidden away Diary in a draw of one of the desks. Filled with gruesome deeds of murder and genocide, his personal thoughts and nightmares, this book surely can give a good insight of the character of the suspect. The book is extremely thick though.. could contain for at least a hundred years of dreams and acts. Also was found the Daily Journal. Every action and task of the Azure Lights was written down here. It aslo showed the daily bussiness of the suspect. The last page showed a supposed meeting with an informant knowing the location of a ship of the Malagard Cult (see 3.). It seemed the suspect had to respond with a letter to confirm the meeting in the Unicorn Inn, which he did. **small scribbeling: Handed over these two important exzibits to Father Marick, who will read them and secure them in a safe place.**
Loli gave me five books from the Library containing stories, information and history about the Azure Lights, Malagard, the so called Dancer sword (see 4.) and other relevant issues.
Possession
Still sitting in the Library it was Dias who came with this daring, though brilliant idea: the suspect could have been posessed! Than someone else could easily 'use' him to do what has been done. Than mindblanking the suspect after 'the deed' so he cannot remember a thing about it. Dias Ashfiedl even stated this was a rather simple thing to do for a magic user, such as himself. Both Loli and Vandle fully agreed on this idea. I see it however as a final attempt to redirect the guilt away from the suspect.
After telling Father Marick about this he too said this was possible, though posessing a half-demon was not as simple as Dias assumed. A rather farfetched idea, especially when all the facts point into one direction.
Though the believe and doubts of Father Marick make me not feeling comfortable with the found results. I will continue my search.
May Midoran show me the right path to walk upon during this investigation!
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Some notes scribbled at the side and lower parts of the dossier:
1. Dias Ashfield; hangs out or works at the Midor Library. An rather arrogant magic user. Tries to protect his 'friend' (the suspect) by questioning every possible clue I found. He also came with the idea of possession and mind blanking, even suggesting -HE- could even do that.. Although I don't think he is as stupid as he is arrogant, I will check his alibi: he stayed at the Wizards on the Isle of Ka'zaam. ((maybe misspelled))
Personal note: needs background checking...
2a. Miss Loli; armoured dwarven, not shy with giving usefull information. However why giving so much incriminating information when it is about a good friend???
2b. Vandle of the Blade; rather silent human. Dark armoured, wielder of a big flaming sword. Did not say much during my investigation. Fights evil with the Azure Lghts, in the whole of Vives as he said.. seems heoverlooked one closeby..
3. See subfiles 12-19c.
4. As Father Marick told me; the sword that turns evil when it slays evil and turns good when it slays good. Have to investigate this further.
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The thick dossier is putted back into his vault by Sammaël Melchor, still open on this page... |
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Re: The Thoughts of Others on Current Times...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:48 PM |
Coruva and Avari
The sudden shifting in the small bed awoke Coruva immediately. He leaned forward, eyes alight, looking for movement in the room. His body relaxes almost immediately as he notices Avari, shifting in her sleep. His eyes lock on her, looking at the peaceful expression on her face, her hair spilling down to cover the pillow, and the curve of her shoulder appearing from the disheveled blanket they share. He pries his eyes away and quietly climbs from the bed they share in the headquarters of the Azure Lights. Sitting down at the desk he has spent so many hours at, he looks at the many sheaves of paper and small scribbled notes strewn across it. He removes a small quill from a stained inkwell at the corner of the table and begins to write.
Friendship and love are difficult things. What in folks minds makes them so desire to trust and have acceptance from others. When you spend your life living day to day, often switching directions before the road you walk is near complete, you think yourself free of all cares and all worries. Free from these thoughts of reliance on others. I remember these days. Walking where I would. Taking whatever job seemed to call at me for the moment. Believing that I was no ones servant and in control of my own destiny. Odd that the day would come along when none of these things, the freedom of action and freedom of having to depend on none other than yourself, would matter little. Was it finding Anahur in the great armies of the north and learning of Bregodim? Was it finding some that held the same principles as I? Or was it a mixture of it all….finding something that I believed needed me as much as I needed it.
Now, with Shaz’jen imprisoned and the Azure Lights still trying to deal with its own purpose. Where does the direction and sense of togetherness lie? Where now is that enveloping comfort of friendship and solidarity? My mind screams to rethink this thing. To return to the road and travel where I would. To place behind me all these folk that I have come to rely on. But my heart…it aches to think of abandoning them. I have not the strength in arms as Loli, nor the power of magic and the mind as Dias does, but still….I would follow these folk and lend whatever aid I could if they asked. *He glances over to Avari, still sleeping soundly in the bed, then turns back to his writing.* No, to leave would be to ignore the only source of strength I have felt other than Bregodim’s guiding hand. If friendship and love places these burdens on my shoulders, then I accept them willingly. If I can give any of them back what they have given to me, then I will do anything in my power to do so. All of these folk, Loli, Shaz’jen, Dias, and most of all Avari, have given me what I had lost more than a century ago…..A family. I lost my own once because I lacked the strength to aid them. I will not lose my new one.
He carefully folds the parchment and places it under a small piece of stone engraved with the crest of the Lorehammer Clan. He quietly climbs back into bed and kisses Avari’s cheek. Lying next to her, he turns his head to the side and looks up at the darkened ceiling. Pondering the next turn in the road and realizing that finally he does not travel it alone.
*waking beside Coruva on the floor, Avari realizes they both fell asleep as she massaged his neck--after making him as comfortable there as possible without disturbing him, she slips outside the gates of Midor and silently makes her way to Elbereth's Tears. Looking out over the waters at the top of the tears' she prays:*
"Lord Aros I stand in the place o' Elbereth and ask thy help. I am lost. Three friends appear lost to me, and I seem to think o' no way to aid 'em. Not only do I fear for 'em as friends, but I feel they are needed for the comin' struggles.
Dias appears too divided within himself to be able to aid anyone or even to be the friend I thought he was---seemin'ly due to a dart sent by our enemies.
Fri'el is lost to us by death, perhaps in part her own doin, but not outta malice nor selfishness, but rather to help 'er friend Dias. I was wondrin' if thee could somehow aid her, or help me speak with Vilyave to perhaps give me the right to seek out Helkris, again?
And the descendant of thy doomed paladin, Valia Aikanaro, is accused of a horrible crime I do not believe he committed willin'ly and knowin'ly. I fear thee will lose a faithful, if flawed servant if he is condemned to death in a trial I deem unjust, for I dont believe I will be able to stand by an' see 'im killed.
Then there is the blade Dancer that I would see reforged as Azure Light, an' it would seem only a god can do that.
If thee may not aid directly, I beg fer guidance in these things. My life 'as been aimed to bein a warrior fer thee an I fear I dont 'ave the wisdom to decide what to do. Thank thee Lord fer hearin' me prayer."
*Avari stands for a time looking over the waters and then makes her way back to Coruva's side.* |
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Re: The Thoughts of Others on Current Times...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:49 PM |
Dias Ashfield
“Tell me weakling, what do you think now about being able to control me? Hmmm? Apparently your friend the half-demon wasn’t all that good at resisting his darker side.” He cackled.
“Oh do be quiet. You very well know that Shaz’jen would never commit such an act willingly. ‘tis not a question of whether his fiendish side took the upper hand or not, nay, but more who controlled him.”
“Aah, do you really believe that self spun tale about using magic to control others then? I may have fooled that commander, but I thought it wouldn't fool you at least. You know that those of fiendish heritage are rather hard to control.”
“Yes, hard. But not impossibly so. And you very well know that I am capable of doing it.”
Dias grinned. “Oh yes and you could even wipe his mind about the event. But tell me weakling, do you remember every single day of your stay at Ka’azim? Were you there all the time?”
“What are you trying to imply? That I framed him? The notion is ridiculous. And we both know that you can’t take control of my magicks. Or do you think anything has changed?”
Draconic Dias fumed. “Fine! So I didn’t do it either.” His tone changed yet again. “But how many are capable of doing what you told that dear Melchor?”
“Don’t be so pretentious. First of all it’s me who controls the spells, not you. Secondly, I’m not so foolish as to think I’m the only one who could do it. There are plenty of mages at Ka’azim who could control a half-fiend and possibly even a full demon or devil. Then there’s those from Nailamne and of course there’s a number of wizards and clerics who aren’t affiliated with either towers. “
“Then you assume your dear friend was indeed the victim of a spell. Is the fact that he might have committed these murders himself and lied about it too horrible to contemplate?”
“I can tell you one thing: you annoy me to no end. I simply don’t think he’s directly responsible for what happened. Perhaps he did commit the murders, but in that case I firmly believe that he was in some way controlled. And what of this so called contact person he was supposed to meet there?”
“What about it? Perhaps it was only a ploy so that you would try to blame it on that person instead of on poor old Shaz’jen.”
“You are truly pitiful at times, you know that?”
“Pitiful? Me? How about your other friend, that dwarf who likes nothing more than to run after that massmurderer?”
“He’s innocent until proven guilty. And what do you mean with that statement? Loli pitiful? Hardly.”
“Well wasn’t she a good lass to provide the dear Commander with everything he was looking for. How protective of her lover she is. Giving all the evidence like a docile little girl to the authorities. ‘Oh and here Sir Commander Sir, you might want to have these books Sir. Perhaps you want more copies Sir?’” Again he cackled with glee.
“Well the sooner the authorities see what man Shaz’jen is, the sooner they’ll believe in his innocence. So no, I have no problem with that.”
“Oh you’re no fun at all. But hey, I almost made you a suspect by telling Melchor that you were able to control demon-kin.”
“If you’re trying to make me angry, you won’t succeed. I knew very well what your intention was. Perhaps you should have changed into a dragon. That might have convinced him. Of course that would mean we either would get kicked out of town, get imprisoned or get killed. Not something even you’d like.” Now it was Dias’ turn to grin. “Besides, have you heard about the invasion of Ferein? They failed miserably.”
“So what? Do you think I want to serve under someone, even if it is a god? My reign will come and it will be absolute!”
“But of course your highness!” Dias bowed and laughed. “In the meanwhile you better help me solve this enigma.”
“Oh and why should I do that?”
“Well imagine that there is someone who can easily control people like Shaz’jen, then that one could also control us. Do I need to elaborate? And no speeches please about how mighty you are. We’ve both felt how mighty you can be.” Dias smiled wryly.
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The Notes Scribbled in Prison...
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:50 PM |
I never realised how addicted I was to a pen and paper. I swear, my right hand has developed a nervous twitch from having so much to write down and no sign of anything to write with.
Well, what a tangled mess this is turning out to be. Here I am, sitting in the Midor prison, trying to remember just why I'm actually here. It's a blank. Nothing.
At least Loli and Avari gave me plenty to think about, rather than having me sit here frittering my thoughts away in panic. How deep the rabbit hole goes - a saying that's starting to become over-used in this miserable mess.
Malagard is banished. That much is obvious. But who would benefit from him being unbanished? Obviously, cultists of Malagard. But I wonder how much further this goes. Malagard free in this world to do his will would be a tremendous coupe for the dark forces here. Perhaps Malagard is not allied with them - perhaps he cares nothing for Gukathul, Menarok and the rest. But the dark gods certainly will benefit from a new force of evil upon the land.
There's the matter of Siann to consider. A soul was released from hell. Dias was nearly taken to reclaim it. The Fri'el was. Did Gukathul release Siann's shade, to further Malagard's cause? I doubt we'll truly ever know.
But more importantly to me - how in the Hells was this crime even committed!? Everything, all the evidence is pointing at me. My scent was tracked doing it, there's blood on my clothes, there's a perfect description of me...but I have no recall of doing it. It's a blank. Just like the various times I blanked out in the Hells when doing something I didn't want to. Bah, I can't figure this out. It's not like I've relapsed before in the past one hundred and so years.
Ah. That sounds like Marick. I suppose I should hide this. Don't particularly want to get in even more trouble. Hmmm.
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The writing is oddly...shaky, written with an unsteady hand. The more the writing progresses, the neater the writing becomes, as the writer manages to recollect his thoughts.
My head. Hells, I can hardly think straight. I'm aching in places I didn't think existed, and the headache...I'm just glad I don't need light to write this by.
What was that spell he used? Whatever it was, I hope I never have the like turned on me again. What did I say to him? All I can remember is that...whatever it was, before something in me started to speak...xit'thra.
Apart from that, I'm holding up fine. Though I can't say I was amused when they decided to move me to solitary confinement. It's not like I'm unused to it, but the phrase and the intent. To remove a mortal from all contact with his fellows. It's still one of the more unpleasant things a mortal can inflict upon another in this world. Devils and demons alike like to do it, and it seems that so do mortals devoted to the cause of just gods. Oh, the things a man can descend to in the name of good.
Looking back at that, that's rather hypocritical. There have been times where I've had to walk a fine line to see the best thing done. But I'll take a little pride in the fact that I've never made a mortal suffer. Not for over a hundred years, anyway, and that doesn't count.
Some small part of me wonders what is happening to the Azure Lights. They are without two leaders now. Myself, of course, and now Ty Zen. Ty Zen...I have the terrible feeling that his prolonged disappearance is due to more sinister reasons. That would explain the complete loss of contact. I just hope that they have the sense of mind to stay together, to keep the Azure Lights together even without its leaders. Times move on, after all...
My head is clearing a little, but there's a...darkness that remains there. But I am determined. Shaz'jen Aikanaro may have appeared, that day in the Inn; but Keimaini Direth will win over. I'm sure of it.
Marick will return tomorrow. I can't say that I'm looking forward to it. |
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The Trial Begins
Posted: 06 Jan 2004 02:54 PM |
A notice pinned up to the bulletin boards of Midor. Whoever wrote it has trouble dealing with capitals and over-excitement.
The Trial of Shaz'jen Direth begins Tomorrow.
He is Accussed of the Murders of the Innocent People of the Unicorn Inn; Amongst the Dead there were Three Children and a Priest of Midoran.
A Time for the Trial will Soon be Released. |
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The Day Of The Trial: Loli
Posted: 07 Jan 2004 10:45 AM |
The morning of the day of the trial, Loli prayed as usual, adding a plea for enough wisdom to find the path ahead that lay to success and not to ruin. The evening before she has spoken with Neek. He said he was willing to aid her and Avari, to help Shaz escape if the trial verdict was negative. Neither Neek nor Loli -really- wanted to take up the life of a fugative. Still, it was better than seeing Shaz dead, killed slowly and cruelly at the hands of a mob.
Loli decided the best approach was to speak with Father Marick about her idea that some strong divine magic might have torn Shaz's better nature from him for a time. Bereft of his conscience while so angry, his baser nature could have gone into a killing frenzy. Loli could easily imagine this happening to her, and she wasn't even part demon!
Having decided this, she settled down to wait inside the temple, until such time as Father Marick would speak with her. |
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Re: The Day Of The Trial: Loli
Posted: 07 Jan 2004 04:01 PM |
The day of the trial.
Shaz'jen leaned against the cool wall, resting his head in his hands.
Today, more than anything, he needed his friends. Perhaps in the future as well...if he survived.
No, no, there was always hope.
He shoved the voice in the back of his mind out, and waited. |
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The Day Of The Trial: The Talk With Father Marick - Hope Lost
Posted: 07 Jan 2004 04:10 PM |
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Father, are you too busy to talk?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Hmmmm..... I guess so.
Gullener Tider: [Whisper] *shakes his head*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] How are you, Gullener?
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Never have time for you when you really need them...
Gullener Tider: [Talk] I am fine, how are you..
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *shrugs* I am trying to get a moment with the Father, but he is always busy.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I am going to stay here until the trial, though, and keep trying.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *nods*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I thought of something that might have caused Shaz to act as he did.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Is the time for the trial already set?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Oh?
Gullener Tider: [Talk] What is that?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *overhears the two*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I talked about it wtih Coruva and Avari, and it makes sense to them, but I do not know enough about magic.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *listens*
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Hmmmm...
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] When Shaz travelled with us, and Fri'el was along, there was a spell she threw of which he was deathly afraid..
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *eyes narrow, looking at Loli*
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Yes...Shaz'jen...i know the name...and I know of the rightful trial, as well
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *looks at the Father*
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *listens to Marrick*
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Hmph...Shaz's destiny will be taken upon by the true justice of Midoran, as he sees fit...
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *continues to talk in general*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Have you ever wanted badly to kill someone, but your better nature prevented you?
Gullener Tider: [Talk] No, but I can understand you feel that way right now I think
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Suppose at that very moment, something thrust your conscience from you?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] And your baser nature was all that was left?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Might you not kill that person?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I can see myself in that place.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Ah, I see what you mean right now.. Yes I suppose I would..
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Shaz was very afraid of one of Fri'el's holy spells.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I don't know what spell it was.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Have you spoken about this with Dias?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I have little knowledge of any type of magic.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] It would be clerical magic.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Which is why I thought the Father might know.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *looks at Marrick* Can you not even help her with that?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *shifts slightly* Yes...Loli...
Marick Fetter: [Talk] I...do apologise. I have been very busy as of late, with this upcoming trial..
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] If Shaz's better nature were to flee, terrified of some such spell, while he was so angry ...
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] So perhaps someone outside the Unicorn cast such a spell on him.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] What are you saying, child?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Fri'el used the spell when she was fighting demons.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Perhaps someone attacked Shaz with a spell against demons, and all it did was send his good sense into some dark place.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Leaving nothing but the anger behind.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *thinks*
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *smiles very slightly* Loli...Loli....you are so misguided.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Am i?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] In what sense?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] He admits it. In fact, he has expressed a certain delight for what he did. He spoke to me quite happily about it.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Really? That's not how he appeared when he was with us.
[Klaas Pier] Gullener Tider: [Talk] *frowns*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Commander Melchor says you isolated him to prevent someone or something from causing him to act that way again.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *sighs* Loli, you cannot expect an elf to win out against the power of a fiend. Sooner or later, the fiend would win.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] That does not sound as if you thought it was a willing act on his part.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] And yes, I isolated him for the safety of others.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] That is not what I heard before.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Lest I arrive one morning and find you dead upon the floor.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I am thinking I have been lied to, one time or another.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Father, I cann tell you I am very certain he did not do this out of free will, though I do not even know Shaz
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] What of his amulet?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] He is guilty, Loli. You must see how he has deceived you with his careful words and wily ways, as he did myself.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] The one his guardian gave him, that was lost on the floor?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] His amulet? A trinket from his past. I might use it to find out how old he truly is. But otherwise, it is quite insignificant.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] The one given him by a paladin of Midoran?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] You call those trinkets?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Yes. Who's trust he has abused by slaughtering one of the faith!
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *raises her eyebrows*
Gullener Tider: [Talk] Father if you will listen to me...
Marick Fetter: [Talk] The thing is likely unholy, tainted by his presence about it.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Do you really send your paladins out with mere trinkets to protect them?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] *watches Loli carefully* You are still fooled by his words, I see. You are still under his sway.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I am his friend, yes. And until this moment, I had thought you a reaonable person also.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] I am a reasonable man, Loli, until my trust is abused.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] I trusted him, trusted what he was, trusted him to keep the peace as he sought sanctuary.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I think that may be true of many of us.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] And he has rewarded me by murdering innocent citizens of Midor; three small children, one of my own priests.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] And I say he was abused into what happened. I do not believe that Shaz'jen expressed joy in those acts.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Tell us how you found this out?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I know he was to talk with you after we left.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] And the venom he has spat at me in the last few days...perhaps, Loli, you need to see the monster he truly is.
Marick Fetter: [Talk] The trial will be in just over an hour. Perhaps then you will see.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Do you cast magic on him before these talks of yours?
Marick Fetter: [Talk] I have done what I must, for the good of Midor.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I see you will not answer ... I think that you do.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *looks disgusted*
Marick Fetter: [Talk] Now, if you excuse me...I need time to prepare. *takes a sheaf of papers from his robes - you see Shaz'jen's handwriting upon it*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] You probably cast the same spell on him that caused it in the first place.
Gullener Tider: [Talk] father, one more moment?
Gullener Tider: [Talk] *shakes his head* it is no use..
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] *shakes her head and sinks to the floor, her head in her hands* |
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PCs: Loli Dankirk (Ftr 18/Brd 8.5 @ 1777 hrs) left Vives for Origins; Gnora Gnombody (Sor 5 @ 54 hrs) and Amanda Stark (Wiz 3 @ ~10 hrs) left Vives for Feline Providence. |
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Betrayal
Posted: 08 Jan 2004 12:04 AM |
Coruva finally sinks into the weathered wooden chair in the small room he and Avari had taken in the Four Winds Inn. He tosses his gauntlets into the corner beside the armor of the Azure Lights, normally well tended, but now thrown carelessly to the ground. His hand rubs his reddened eyes and smooth his unkempt beard.
How could it have ended like this? Only the night before, he had sat with Avari and spoken of hope. Remembering his and Loli's dash to Ferein when the gates where sure to fall. The look on Avari's face at that moment spoke of hope, and it had been the only thing Coruva could grasp upon to ensure himself the trial would give the same outcome. How could it have turned so badly? The trial itself was a mockery of what he had always considered justice. No witnesses brought before the court, only snide remarks and conjecture by the prosecutor, the guards, Marick Fetter, and even those assembled to watch. He had held his tongue, only keeping a watchful eye on Shaz'jen, Loli, and Avari. The verdict, by that time, was no suprise to him. He had seen it building over the course of the trial. It begain to unravel then....everything begain to fall apart.
The rest became a blur, the maniacal look in Loli's eyes, the journey to the amphitheater. It was then that he regained his composure and remembered his promises. A quick glance and nod to Avari set things in motion. Her stance near the rail of the arena, and his placement near the steps steeled his nerves. They only waited for the first stone to be thrown, then they would attack. What good it would do, neither knew, but rather they die defending a friend, than live the rest of their lives knowing they had done nothing.
But then, the most peculiar thing took place. The first stone was held by Loli. It must have been a trick she had decided on. A way to distract the guards and be close enough to free Shaz. Avari held her bow in check, and Coruva's hand barely brushed the mace at his hip. His eyes searched Loli for the sign of her intent, but what was done was beyond belief. The stone was tossed and its mark was true. It hit Shaz'jen and took him to his knees.
Again, everything clouded...the events out of control. A blade appeared and freed Shaz'jen from his chains. A fierceness overtook Shaz'jen that stopped those gathered either to mock or defend him. The guards fell before him, and soon Fetter himself was face down on the dirt floor, blood seaping from the deep gashes in his chest. A grim satisfaction settled over Coruva's face at this. Let the betrayer of the Lights meet his death at the hands of their leader. The chase ensued, with guards falling as quickly as the arrived. Brief yells from his companions of order where not heeded, and soon chaos reigned. The sobs of Loli could be heard in the background and a strangled cry of confusion came to Coruva's ears. He turned to see Avari, slowly take a step back then turn and leave. His eyes searched for Shaz'jen, then for other familiar faces, but the confusion in Avari's voice compelled him to follow. Whatever the aftermath of the battle was, he did not know. The damage was done. Shaz'jen was lost to them, and something else roamed in his guise.
It had taken hours to finally sort out the events of the day. Finding Avari near the standing stones, then stumblind upon Chandler and Pickston in Port Royale. Finally the discovery of a branded slave with the mark of Malagards cult. There would be no rest, that much was certain. But who would be there to aid?
He casts his eyes once more to the dust and rain streaked armor of the Azure Lights in the corner. Orders fall, and guilds crumble over time. But the quest remains the same. Whether the Azure Lights banner was taken up again, he did not know, and for now, he did not care. Malagard had finally struck too deep with his dagger. The damage he had inflicted on his friends and loved ones would be paid for tenfold.
((obviously this is only my own take on the events that occurred. Focusing on the characters that where the most closely tied to Coruva. There where many others there not mentioned and others that may have seen events differently, or saw or remembered other details. Please post!!))
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Betrayal
Posted: 08 Jan 2004 02:46 AM |
The flickering light in the small cave reflected off the murderously sharp edge of the skinning knife. She bared her chest and held it poised over her pale, white skin. The first, barest touch of the razor-keen edge set blood spilling down between her breasts and over her belly. Deftly she cut a slice and worked the knife under her skin in a small area, as if skinning out a very small animal. Grasping the softly glowing purple gem, dipping it in the spirits she had used earlier to sterilize the blade, she pushed it under her skin. The spirits were agony to the wound, but nothing compared to the self-hatred that chewed through her when she thought of the look of betrayal on Keimaini's face when she'd been forced to turn on him, the hurt in his soft voice. Quickly she took the needle and silk thread, that she had laid out from her sewing kit, and dipped those also in the bowl of spirits. She stitched two loops around the gem, crosswise of each other, binding the gem to her flesh and skin. Using wads of cotton, she dabbed her strongest healing potion on the wound. Slowly, the bleeding stopped, and the wound closed.
She pulled a skin lying nearby over her head and shoulders, and looked down. Yes, she could see the faint glow through her skin. She could feel it, too. Laying the skin aside, she used cotton to clean the needle and returned it to her sewing kit, and to clean the blade of the knife. The bloody cotton she threw on the fire in the brazier. She held the knife in the light of the fire and tortured herself with fantasies of using it to achieve peace. Two quick slits while she bathed in her hot mineral bath, and she could escape the pain. Locked in her home as she was, no one could prevent her. But the small, warm glow under the skin of her chest told her she was not yet free to go. Against all reason it seemed he still loved her, and she knew she still loved him.
She went to her chest and pulled out her meager belongings, and the small amount of gold she had accumulated since the last time she had given most of it away. These she dragged to the bed, to sleep with them as she had every night since she realized the Halls were no longer safe from malicious outsiders, and that even the Dwarves living there were some of them her enemies. She lay next to them in the bed, a woman alone, locked in a bond with two men also alone, one dead and one alive. Denied the surcease of death, some part of her mind slapped her anew with the images of the day before, and she cringed from herself. Putting her hands over the small lump under her skin, she tried to find a moment's peace, and somewhere between the buffeting of her feelings fell into a dream-tortured sleep.
In the morning, she arose just before first light. Glancing at the statue of Bregodim, she considered saying her morning prayers but decided not to do so. The strength of her belief had not been enough to ward her against Malagard's demon yesterday. Who was she fooling to think Bregodim cared about evil and good? The only one who had helped her had been Aros. She put that thought away for the future, and headed for Midor to retrieve what information she could from the Azure Lights Headquarters, before anyone was up and about to revile her or accuse her of what she already knew herself, inside, was all too true. |
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PCs: Loli Dankirk (Ftr 18/Brd 8.5 @ 1777 hrs) left Vives for Origins; Gnora Gnombody (Sor 5 @ 54 hrs) and Amanda Stark (Wiz 3 @ ~10 hrs) left Vives for Feline Providence. |
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The Aftermath...
Posted: 08 Jan 2004 05:27 PM |
After those brief, cold words with Maya....he had ran.
Perhaps he had had some small inkling of the monster that had taken over. Even as his fingers has curled around the hilt, even as the voice hissed at him to do it, something had stopped him. And so, filled with a strength that had not coursed his veins for over a century...he fled.
They found him in a curled, crumpled heap, fingers wound around the swords, shaking from exhaustion, whimpering and sobbing piteously. He didn't put up a fight, oblivious to anything but the hurt. There was no need for torture or cruel words. They merely waited until Dancer had finished its work. Then they would have a new weapon, one to replace the ancestor who had failed.
But none of them, not even the mightiest of them, could prise the small, violet gem clenched in his two middle fingers.
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Upon the tallest point of Elbereth's Tears, a dark shadow, wreathed in blue flame, watched as the world turned to night.
Was all hope lost? He didn't think so. Within the grip of Dancer, maybe, he too would have succumbed to despair. But now he was free...he felt hope. It would take time, to heal the wounded hearts, the shattered reputations. But the world had a way.
A sudden warmth flooded through him. He blinked, taken aback. It came again, hot and burning...
And then, a heartbeat.
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A figure crept out to the dark woods.
"Yes. It is done, as you commanded. They are in disarrary. And he is tarnished in their eyes.
"No, my Lord. I will not be found out. How can they? I have covered my tracks perfectly behind my guise.
"Yes, my Lord. I will see to it right away." |
- Who needs Epic Levels when you have Epic Eyebrows? |
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The Aftermath...
Posted: 08 Jan 2004 07:38 PM |
Sharra sat in bed, and stared at the soft candlelight. Confused thoughts still raced around her head. Images flashed in front of her eyes. Loli - poised to throw the first stone at Keimaini.
The terrifying instant when she saw the red haze flash through Shaz'jen's eyes.
She ran a hand over the bandages around her chest and winced. The wounds were still raw and deep, unlikely to heal easily. Her mind replayed - over and over again, the moment where she had faced him on the road north from Midor.
She had stood, no weapon raised - nothing. It would have been useless in any case. She had pleaded with him to remember Loli and the love they felt for one another and for a moment, just for a moment, he had almost stopped. Almost remembered.
She had been stupid - she knew that. But... he could have taken her soul. She had been at his mercy, and she had known that as well as he did. Had even said to him that until he killed her - she would not believe him lost. Well - she believed it now. The hesitation before he raised the blades was no more than momentary.
But...
There was always a "but". She remembered - just before her vision dissolved into a haze of red and black- that the the purple gem, still clutched in his hand.
Lost, but perhaps there was hope - hope that he could be found.
A knock on the door broke Sharra's reverie, and as Rania came in, she smiled, feeling that perhaps things might.... just might be saved. |
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Re: The Aftermath...
Posted: 08 Jan 2004 08:24 PM |
| .......Fengus woke up what he thought was late in the Halls....he had passed out underneath the ale keg....around him were empty mugs....just trying to think caused his head to throb as if Greenwhisker were crafting 15 sets of full plate. As he rolled over and tried to collect himself...his thoughts went back to earlier that day...the sight of Dankirk hurling the first stone at that murderer...a sly smile came over the dwarves face...finally....he thought.....finally acting like a resectable dwarf....Fengus stood...wobbly but stood nonetheless...as he made his way outside the tavern he noticed Dankirks hut...desolate...and silent...."BOUT FAAKIN TIME DANKIRK!!!!" he shouted......silence was his only reply..."OI DANKIRK....FINALLY FOUND YER FAAKIN STONES EH?"...again silence....he shook his head indisgust and made his way to the entrance to the halls...there Dolin Ironfoot stood on his watch....."what the fek are ye going on about Fengus?" he asked. BAH!! Just giving Dankirk her daily dose ah shite! Fengus said with a laugh..."Well" dolin spoke..."she aint there...gone...she left early this morn....no idea where she went....looked a bit shook up...probably those fekin elves are responsible.." Fengus snorted as if he were an orc..."LEFT!!???....now what the fak is wrong with her?" " I tell ya Dolin, life was much easier when all we faakin worried about was findin viens a gold and mithral!" Dolin nodded as Fengus walked off......not knowing that something more precious and even more deadly was found earlier that day.....the question was...whether Fengus would care...before it was too late... |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: The Aftermath...
Posted: 10 Jan 2004 09:19 AM |
Some notes of Gullener Tider:
It is now a few days since the trial, and I've had the time to think about all that has happened. Still much is unclear to me, I will need to continue to study these things.
First, there is at least one traiter in the Midor goverment. Ofcourse I suspect this since I learned of the whole "fire knives" situation, but now I'm certain of this. I fear though that there might be many more.
There is little to be expected from the Azure Lights, with its leaders gone they seem lost. Loli is in no state to lead them at the moment. Avari and Coruva, though I respect them both greatly, I do not hold them capable of such leadership. The only one who seems to have the potential to lead them seems to be Dias, but I know too little about him and he was not even at the trial.
Though I first feared Siann had betrayed us, now this seems nonsense to me. If he wished the return of Malagard, why then would he have told so many people his story. I still not know what to think of him exactly, but there seems to be hope he is still our ally.
These are but a few subjects that need light shed on them, much more must be learned of the place Malagard is, the rift made by Siann, the cult that seeks his return, and ofcourse the change in Keimaini. He is the key to it all, he must resist his dark side, the Dark Side. For if he cannot, then who but the Gods can help us? |
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Re: The Aftermath...
Posted: 11 Jan 2004 10:59 AM |
It had been a busy few days for Loli, after spending a day wandering alone, becoming accustomed to the feeling of the gem sewn under her skin and over her heart. The ebb and flow of feelings through the gem became familiar to her, and she thought somehow that even Siann was now involved directly with it. But she needed help to save them all; Siann had told her that and she knew it was true. Shame or no shame, she had to face her friends and make some attempt to regroup the effort that had been shattered by the agents of Malagard.
First she sought out Neek, who had offered to help her before in this matter. She asked him if he would lead them in battle against the Malagard cult. He had previously told her that, before he had come to this land, he had led a king's legions. Surely he had the expertise they needed in judging the strength of troops rather than wasting their lives. Neek agreed to begin training some young Elves for the effort, and to send a steward to help when the time came for battle. He charged Loli with finding a ship to take them all to the island off Paws. Although she was reluctant to enter Midor for any reason, she agreed to try.
Then she sought out Coruva and Avari, as her first contacts with the remainders of the Azure Lights. During a long conversation at the Standing Stones, the three became closer than she thought they ever had before, and some hope was regained by everyone. They were interrupted by Krystal who appeared to be her usual angry, bitter self. After no little effort, it was determined that what Krystal actually wanted was to help. So Loli charged Krystal with finding a ship, and gave her 5000 in gold. More money would be needed to hire the ship, she was sure, but that much should at least buy information.
The following day Loli went north to explore, with an eye for a new place to live. She was tired of coming home to the Halls and finding the stone doors unlocked and wide open. Captain Steelforger would kill her friends if she dared bring them in, but night after night there might as well be no security against her enemies. On her way home, she encountered Vandle, in Icy Vale. He greeted her with the somewhat astonishing news that he had converted to Midoran. "I prayed to Midoran, and shortly after I passed out and had a vision.", he said. "In this vision there was a glowing sword, just within my grasp, then a voice said 'Seek the stout of heart and the love he shares, seek the gem holder, seek the grace of justice.'" Thelia was there as well, and also claimed to have seen a vision. "My vision had the same, but I also saw a silhouette of a tall figure and a shorter one.", said Thelia. Also Thelia said "I found a broach today, a symbol of Midoran with 'lost' carved into the back. When I showed it to Marick, he snatched it and made off with it. He also spake 'Prayer does not help, prayer does nothing'".
Loli found this somewhat alarming, that the prior holder of Dancer had suddenly become a follower of a god served by a church corrupted by Malagard. Before she could ask any further questions, a Midor Guard arrived in Icy Vale. She'd never even seen one outside Midor before, let alone so far north. "A Midor guard, here?" asked Loli. "So, do they hunt the rest of us now?" Vandle and Thelia went to see what the guard wanted, but Loli ran. Later that day she heard that another guard had sought out Avari. Avari, being a less cautious soul, had stayed and talked with him. Apparently the message he carried was that the Azure Lights should stay out of Midor for their own good. Well, they had already figured that much out.
It was the following day before Loli got the rest of the story from Avari, for they had been too close to Midor's gates for them to feel comfortable talking the day before. Coruva, Avari, and Loli had met at a place where they felt safe. Loli told the other two about what she had heard from Vandle and Thelia. Avari told, more completely, what the Midor Guard had said to her. Apparently the guard force were not happy with what they had seen happening within the Midoran clergy and knighthood. Coruva related his impression of Commander Melchor's feelings just after the trial. The three of them decided to offer Melchor a chance to talk to them directly. The plan that formed was to pass a note to Kusin, who would pass it to Rador, who would pass it to Melchor. Dwarves contacting Dwarves would raise no suspicions, and Rador might easily be contacting Melchor on a matter of arms and armor whereas a cart-driver would have little ordinary reason to seek him out. When Avari went to get a parchment from her pack, it turned out that a hunk of boar meat had bled all over everything. So they wrote the message on boar leather with a stick of charcoal. The message read as follows:
Commander Melchor,
We have heard that not all in Midor agree with the events at Keimaini Direth's trial, and that some are concerned with the general behavior of the Midoran clergy and knighthood. If you wish to talk to us about anything, send word through this channel with a location and time. The location must be outside official Midor jurisdiction. You may bring two of your guardsmen with you, and no more. Be assured that we will all die before we subject ourselves to the Midoran justice system as we saw practiced at that trial.
Signed
Avari Lorellin
Coruva Lorehammer
Loli Dankirk
Later, in Port Royale, Avari and Loli encountered Krystal. Loli asked Krystal how the search for a ship was progressing. Krystal demanded once again to be given information that did not exist, and then refused to continue to look when it was not forthcoming. Loli noticed that Krystal did not offer to return the gold, however.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Any progress, Krystal?
Krystal Mackintosh: [Talk] *looks at Loli* about...what?
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] A ship
Krystal Mackintosh: [Talk] *clears her throat* Ah. the ship...first where it will be heading
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] We told you. Uncharted waters.
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] An island that only appears under the new moon.
Krystal Mackintosh: [Talk] -No one- will accept such a destination. They are not crazy...
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] I see.
Vandle: [Talk] Then perhaps we should buy our own boat? *laughs*
Loli Dankirk: [Talk] Have fun with the gold, Kyrstal.
Krystal Mackintosh: [Talk] ?
They then took a young Elf named Dah on a tour of Vives, ending in Ferein. For the final leg of the trip they were joined by Legolas, Thelia, and Celeste. In Latonei Woods they picked up Elvalia, and Celeste left the group. They took Dah to the Ranger's Station, and he bought himself a new bow of fine quality. When they arrived in the Mystic Woods, Loli left the others at the gates of Ferein and went directly to the Temple, being sure to cleanse herself first before entering. First she knelt at the shrine to Aros for a while, just letting her thoughts on the recent past flow freely in place where she was certain Elder Elf could hear them if he tried. Then, she removed her armor and unlaced the topmost laces of her undertunic. She knelt again then, the warm and glowing skin-covered gem exposed to view. She focused all her love on the gem, there before the witness of Aros's shrine. A sense of peace and renewed strength of purpose came over her. Then Dah returned from exploring and she quickly arose, relaced her tunic, and donned her armor.
On way out of Ferein, they met Mars. The group practiced working together against foes all the way back to the Great Plains. |
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PCs: Loli Dankirk (Ftr 18/Brd 8.5 @ 1777 hrs) left Vives for Origins; Gnora Gnombody (Sor 5 @ 54 hrs) and Amanda Stark (Wiz 3 @ ~10 hrs) left Vives for Feline Providence. |
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