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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:20:05 GMT -7
This is the story of the progression of the character currently known as _nsidius.
Just villagers, Dad was the local blacksmith, but was well known for the fine steel equipment he produced. The King was well pleased with the armory Dad made for his personal use. Mom was Mom. I think before she married Dad she was a sorceress with great healing ability. She was always around to show us kids the right way. To tread lightly, but leave our mark. Be self sufficient, but ask for help if necessary. Be proud of who we are and where we come from, but humble. Don't start a fight, but if challenged, fight like hell. Help others til proven they don't need or deserve the help.
I had few good friends. The Coradale kids were nice enough, but a few differences were more than enough to create a divide that caused only a few to be allowed to cross and fewer still to stay.
Siblings 1 older brother that died in birth 2 younger brothers and a sister.
As mentioned above, Dad was the local blacksmith and was good at what he did. Dad would make anything for anyone as long as he felt it would be used for good. One time he made a very deadly sword for the Count of Coradale, Jetune von Baren, a good friend of our family, and was assured it was for decoration of the von Baren estate and defense only. As such he made a one of a kind, very distinct and elaborately decorated sword called the Platinum Sword of Dragonsbane. Well a few months later he discovered that a boyfriend of Constance von Baren, a Elvren Steinacre, had disappeared. Both families were devastated as the young couple had been betrothed to each other and were to be married later that fall. We were friends to all of the village and we helped search for poor Elvren. About a week into the search, Dad found him. Or rather what was left of him. He had been brutally killed. Whispers throughout the village said that Elvren had dishonored the von Baren family by bespoiling dear Constance and when it was discovered that she was with child, he refused to marry her and he ran away. But Dad knew the truth. Only one sword could do what had been done to Elvren. And that had to have been the Platinum Sword of Dragonsbane.
Because of the respect he had for the von Baren family in general and the head, Jetrune, in particular, Dad took the matter to Jetrune privately and asked for the Count to turn himself over to the king’s guard and stand trial for the murder. The Count, of course, denied everything and accused Dad of the murder. Who else would know how the fatal wounds were created, other than the murderer?, the Count asked. And due to the nature of the times, the Count was “believed” Dad stood trial and in a mockery was “found” guilty of causing the grim demise of Elvren Steinacre and was sentenced to death.
This caused quite a bit of misery in the house, due to Dad being the only bread winner(Middle Ages and all). The family was left to fend for ourselves as best we could. None of the kids’ were old enough, nor skilled enough to continue the blacksmith trade and so Mom tried to do what she could but, bless her heart, it just wasn’t quite the same. I, being the oldest living child, but all of 16 summers old, was the largest mouth to feed and so, to ease the burden on dearest Mother, left with a heavy heart to find shelter and forage for myself. Jamestry, Caretha and Thaddeus would be better off without me around to take up food they needed to grow and Mother could make the rent on the hut. After 6 months of not doing very well at sheltering or foraging, Sundrick von Baren found me one morning sleeping in his father’s barn. Sundrick was my age and was an acquaintance from when I was able to go to Warrior school. Since I tutored him and I was no longer attending school, and also since he wasn’t the most studious pupil his marks had dropped considerably. In a deal I have been thankful for since, he let me sleep in the loft and fed me as long as I helped him w/ his schoolwork and stayed out of sight. I got to keep learning the spells and fighting techniques I was thirsting for to become self sufficient, and he was able to avoid his father’s nasty temper.
This arrangement continued for about a year, and Sundrick was about to advance to upper level studies with my help. I had been working on the fighting moves and magic he had been learning about and was getting quite good at taking care of the varmints and lesser beasts of the area, so was able to provide a small amount of meat to Mother and my siblings. I was in the loft just getting ready to go out on my daily hunt/practice, when Jetrune von Baren entered the barn with the groomsman.
“Go bury this, Stevon. I can’t stand looking at it anymore.” said Jetrune, as he handed the Platinum Sword of Dragonsbane to the groomsman.
“But, sir! It is a beautiful sword and none other like it exists.”, protested Stevon. “Why would you want it buried?”
“It has painful memories for me, Stevon. I suggest you pry no further, or I shall be looking for a new groomsman. Do I make myself clear?”
“A-a-a-absolutely, milord! It shall be as you wish.”
As von Baren was leaving I took notice of Stevon, for we had become friends during the time I had spent in the barn. He was quite shaken, and I could see it was about much more than him losing his job.
“Stevon!,” I whispered once his master was well out of earshot, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh!,” he exclaimed, as he looked up at me. “I thought you would be gone by now.” “I was a little tired from yesterday’s hunt. That bear was quite a handful, you know. Bu enough about me. What’s going on with the Platinum Sword of Dragonsbane?”
He seemed puzzled. “You know the sword, young, sir?”
“Indeed I do. That sword was one of my father’s last creations. He made it for Jetune as a decoration to hang in his great hall.”, I replied.
Now he looked positively vexed.
“It’s OK. Stevon. You can tell me. I’m your friend right?”
“Y-y-y-y-es,” he stammered. “But, knowing what happened between your father and Master von Baren, and knowing you has me confused.”
“Confused about what?” I asked.
“Well, you are an honorable, young man, and quite a fighter. But what Master von Baren has said about your father, it doesn’t fit somehow.”
Eyes narrowing, I asked, “What HAS he said, Stevon? Tell me everything.”
Nervously, he began, “Well he says your father is a thief who overcharged him for the sword and your mother is a leech who sucks him dry.” He paused to look over his shoulder, then continued. “Bet you didn’t know, about 3 months ago Countess von Baren started using household funds to pay for food for your family.”
He was right, Mother hadn’t said a thing about it when gave what little meat I had gotten from my kills. And she didn’t look like she was eating much, either. “OK. But how does that tie into this?” I said, pointing to the sword.
“The night your father called on Master von Baren, they were alone in the great hall, and a terrible argument raged between them. Your father left, quite angry, muttering about talking to the King” “Shortly after, Master von Baren summoned me to make ready his fastest horse. Said he had some pressing matter to tend to. Wouldn’t say what, though.”
“Next day, Dad was arrested, too” I murmurred. “Hmm.. I wonder...”
“Wonder what, young master?”, Stevon inquired.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got to check on some things. I’ll be back later. Tell van Baren you did as requested and hide the sword up in the loft. No one goes up there but me, anyway. If Sundrick gets back before me, just tell him I went hunting.”
“Sure. But what about my job?” He was really scared.
“Don’t worry. If what I am thinking is true, that sword will not see this house again as long a I draw breath.”
Walking into town, I was thinking about the conversation with Stevon.
“Quite a coincidence about that fight and Dad’s arrest the next day, “I thought.
In short order I arrived at Mother’s house. Jamestry, Caretha and Thaddeus were at school. Good thing. Didn’t want them around for the conversation I needed to have with Mother.
“Mother! Where are you? I ahve some meat for you.”
“I’m in the back doing the wash, son!”
Walking back, I see no evidence of the extra income that Stevon said Mother was receiving.
“How ya doin’ Ma?” I asked.
Getting by,” she replied.
“I hear you have some income now from the von Baren’s.”I probed cautiously.
Astonished, she asked, “How did you find out?”
“Let’s just say I have my sources. Why didn’t you tell me?
She looked down. “Because the Countess asked me not to. She said it would look like they were paying me to be quiet, or that it was a sign of guilt.”
“So why is she giving you money, Ma?”
“She said she felt bad about the role her husband played in your father’s trial, and wanted to help us.”
“So why not right after when things were the worst? Why would she wait so long?”
“She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. I mean, in my situation, when someone offers you money, you don’t turn it down or ask questions.”
“Well, I’m beginning to think you shouldn’t be accepting it, Ma. I’ve heard some things about Master von Baren that I don’t like.” I told her, with sarcasm heavily accenting ‘Master’
“Such as?” she asked.
“I don’t want to say anything until I know for sure, but let’s just say justice for Elvren’s death has yet to done.”
“But your father was tried and found guilty. He heard about his plans with Caretha and went into a wild rage, and killed Elvren.”
“Ma, you know that’s not true. Elvren had eyes only for von Baren’s daughter. And Dad could never kill someone for that!!”
“Well, all I know, is that I am content with my life right now and that is what gets me by.”
“Listen to yourself, Ma!! You’re saying you’re content with the fact that Dad is thought of as a murderer!! How could you!!!” I was fairly screaming.
“Well I can’t survive on what I earn, and the von Baren’s assistance is greatly appreciated.”
“Is it really worth it? Telling yourself that Dad did what they said he did, just so you can live a little less miserably?” I was really upset now.
“Well, your father isn’t here anymore is he?,” she snapped back.
“So that’s the way it’s going to be, huh? As soon as there is a little trouble you turn tail and find the easy way out? That’s not what you taught me. How dare you stain father’s memory like that?”
“You left too. So you took the easy way out too. What about that?” she yelled back at me.
She was sort of right there, but I wasn’t giving in. “I left so you had one less mouth to feed and worry about. I was trying to help!!”
“Well, if that’s your version of help, DON’T, OK!!! Get out!!
“Fine!!!”
As I was stalking out, I almost ran over Jamestry.
“Why aren’t you in school?”, I growled at him.
“Early day. What you yelling at Ma for?”
“She’s accepting money from the von Baren’s and I think they are giving it cause of what Master von Baren did to Dad. I don’t like it”
“You mean how he turned Dad in? He was just doing what was right.”
“What was right!?!?! Oh little brother, you got a lot to learn!!! Open your eyes!!! Master von Baren had something to do with Dad getting arrested and it was more than turning him in.”
“Well, what did he do!?!?” Jamestry asked.
“I can’t prove it yet.” I replied.
“Oh great, no proof, so you yell at Ma. You’re a great son. You’re just pissed off cause you can’t go to Warrior School. Countess von Baren has helped us in our of need. If you can’t see that then, you’re not my brother.”
“Fine, If you can’t see the truth then I don’t WANT to be your brother!!!! Tell Caretha and Thaddeus they can get a message to me thru the pub on the north side of town, if they want to know the truth!"
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:28:14 GMT -7
After I left Ma’s, I knew that neither I nor the meat I had been providing would be welcome there for a while, so I headed to the pub/inn to set up an arrangement w/ the ‘keep to take messages for me.
At the front desk I found the alluring Nicorella tending bar. She was the most fetching sight my eyes had ever beheld. I have had a crush on her since second year of school and dreamt many times of her and I being a wedded couple and having a whole passel of little warriors running around...
“Hey!!!” I heard yelled at me.
Snapping out of the trance I was in, I realized I was just standing there gazing at her.
“Hey!! You want somethin’ or are you applying for the job of town statue?” she asked.
Feeling foolish, I answered, “As long as I get to look at you all day, town statue would be easy. Actually, I was wondering if y’all could take messages for me. I had a fight with Ma and she won’t do it. And officially at least, the von Baren’s don’t know I live there.”
“Well instead of living in that nasty stable, why don’t you get a room here?” The innkeeper, Master Mariot sure knew what he was doing when he put her on the payroll. Damn, she was smooth! And did I mention fine?
“Sure, I guess. How much?”, I replied.
“30 gold a week.” she flirted with me with those long delicate eyelashes.
“I don’t know. I can’t afford much. How about 20?”
And before I knew it, I was a resident of the finest room at Master Mariot’s Inn.
While signing the lease, I said, “I detected a trace of contempt in your voice when you talked about the von Baren’s stable. Was that just to get me into the room, or what?”
“Hmmm. Oh that. Partially. It is my job you know to get the best tenants for Master Mariot. But also, there are things about the von Baren’s I don’t like. If they’re true, anyway.”
Being interested in the family, of course I pressed on. “What things?
“Oh a few things. Have you heard the one about Mrs. Von Baren’s father?” she asked.
Well, I know that once a year around their anniversary celebration they make such a big deal about, she visits his grave in Slytherra.”
“Do you know how he died?”
“Come to think of it, I hadn’t thought of it. Why?”
“Rumor has it he challenged Mr. von Baren to a duel and Jetune killed him.”
“A duel over what?” I asked aloud, not really meaning to.
“Over his daughter’s honor. I guess Miss Luwandra wasn’t as pure as the driven snow when she and Jetune were married.”
“You don’t say...” I mused. “How reliable would you say this info is?”
“Pretty reliable. I heard it from Abel, the head guard in Slytherra. He’s always been a straight shooter, even if he does like a practical joke now and then.”
“Yeah, he woulda been a guard back then. He’s gettin on in years. Great guy though. Alright Listen. Don’t tell anyone about this, K?”
“Okay.” she replied nervously. “Why?”
“I can’t say right now. Just trust me. Okay?”
“Sure. Based on our father’s friendship, I’ll trust you.”
And in a moment I will recall til my dying breath, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went into the back room, leaving me slightly stunned to say the least.
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:29:24 GMT -7
After I left the Mariot, as the villagers called it, I was fairly walking on cloud nine, as you can imagine. The next few moments brought me crashing back to earth.
Walking around the corner, I saw Matheas Spertzer, the class bully and his gang coming down the alley. I turned to go back and bumped right into Tiny, Spertzer’s largest crony. Seems like I need to pay more attention to my surroundings, eh? Mental note for later
“Hey Sid!”, Spertzer called out. “Where ya been? You ain’t in class.” this taunt was accompanied by loud guffaws from the CP Orcs as they liked to call themselves. They sure smelled like it, at least.
“You know I can’t stand you. Why you care?”, I blustered.
“Cause I see your sister around and I’m thinking about asking your Ma’s permission to court her, that’s why?”
“So what’s that got to do with me?”
“Well...even though ya ain’t in class, I hear ya still keeping up on your studies. If ya catch my drift.”
“Yeah. So what? Get to the point, huh? I don’t have all day to waste talking to you.”
“Well if I do court her, ya ain’t gunna be mad are ya, pal?”
“Well, I don’t like you and what you’re after. My parents raised us better than that. But I don’t have a say in what Ma allows and what she doesn’t. But, if I find out anything funny happens between you, if you catch MY drift, you will have me to deal with. Got it, PAL !!!!”
“Oooooooohhhhhhhh.” the crowd mocked me.
“Careful tough guy. Or ya’ll have to deal with all of us. Including Tiny.” Spertzer chimed in threateningly.
“Fine. I can take care of myself. Unlike others who have to have people take care of their dirty work,” I taunted Spertzer.
With a nod from Spertzer, Tiny presented a rather convincing argument in the art of keeping one’s mouth shut when surrounded, a swift meathook in my gut.
Doubled over in pain, I heard Spertzer say, “I’ll be seein’ your sister, Sid. Come on, boys. Let’s go.”
They proceeded down the alley and presumably to Ma’s house. Well, Ma’s a wise enough woman for Spertzer, I thought. She can take care of his advances. I don’t have the luxury of worrying about sis right now. Gotta find out what happened to Elvren Steinacre and how Dad got caught up in it. Next stop: back to the stable to get the rest of my gear.
I came up to the back gate and was about to let my self in, when I noticed it was really quiet. Too quiet for a farm and stables of considerable size, as a matter of fact. I paused to look around and I could see none of the hired help. Since I don’t like to take chances, I was being cautious as usual, when from the house I heard a voice. I froze, but being in the semi-open that didn’t do much good. Guess I should apply for town statue. Gotta lot of work to do to become a full warrior. I heard the voice again, only this time I could make out what it said, “Oh, Sid!”
I turned my head slightly to see who had called my name, and received the third shock of the day. There stood the Countess Luwandra von Baren, smiling benevolently as she does so often.
“H-h-h-h-hello, ma’am. W-w-w-w-hat can I do for you?” I managed to spit out.
“For starters, you can stop standing like you are applying to be town statue.”
“Huh? Oh. Right.”
“I just wanted to thank you for helping Sundrick with his studies. If it wasn’t for you and your help, I doubt he would be moving on to upper level next week.”
“Sure.” I ventured cautiously, not knowing how much else she knew. “How did you find out?”
Sundrick is very special to me and I noticed the improvement in his marks. I asked him why he was doing so well and he told me.” she replied
Mental note. Do NOT share secrets with Sundrick.
“How long have you known?” I was curious to see if that was the reason for her generosity towards Ma.
“Almost a year. He told me just after you took up residence in our loft.”
“Sorry about that. Sundrick said it was for the best if you and your husband didn’t know.”
“Jetrune, yes. Me, no. I have wanted to thank you in the proper manner for a while. But events have conspired against me in doing so.” she said suggestively.
It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. She had on her night clothes and I swear those 5 buttons were fastened all the way up when we started talking.
“And what events would those be, Countess von Baren?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. The charity balls I am in charge of, working with the orphans, my husband.” she leered, as yet another button came undone.
“And where is Master von Baren now?” I said, already knowing the answer.
“Oh, he went to Byrendell to talk to some Testie character about a business deal. He’ll be gone all day.” Damn, there went another button. I gotta get out of here!!
“Well, Countess. As much as I’m flattered by your thoughts of me, I must warn you, I seek the truth in regards to the unpleasant situation with my father and Elvren Steinacre and I believe it to lie with your husband.”
That seemed to cool her down. “What truth do you seek, young master?”
“The one that clears my family name, Countess. Do you know anything of the matter?"
She was positively chilled now. Good. Through narrowed eyes she curtly replied, “NO. But you best be on your way. I would hate for my husband to come home and see me in this state in your presence. He is a VERY jealous man.”
“I shall depart shortly. I have secured other lodging, so you shant see me again on your property. Tell Sundrick I will continue tutoring him if he would like. He may ask after me at the Mariot. I have arranged messages to be delivered to me from there. Good day, Countess.”
As I made my way to the loft, I heard her call after me, “Where do you think you are going?”
As I turned to face her, I replied with a sigh, “To get my gear, ma’am. I have left it in the loft while I was on other business. Surely you don’t mean to deprive me of the tools by which I might earn a meager living.”
“I shall dress and you had better be gone by the time I come back down. If it wasn’t for your help to Sundrick, I would have you arrested for trespassing.”
“Thank you, milady. Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance as well.” as I humbly and sarcastically bowed to her.
Five minutes later I was outside the von Baren estate and thinking, “She sure calmed down when I mentioned Father and Elvren...I wonder what she really knows....
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:30:14 GMT -7
After grabbing my gear from the loft, it was now late afternoon and my mind was a tad muddled with everything that had happened so far. So, instead of heading out for a hunt, I made a beeline for Mariot’s Inn and a dish of the best roast beef this side of Ma's.
When I got there, I saw Mistress Mariot working the front desk.
"Where's Nicorella?" I asked.
"She has Saturday afternoons off." she informed me. "Aren't you Master Sid?"
"Yeah. Why do you ask?"
"You have messages." she said, as she slid them across the desk to me.
"Thanks." Wow! Didn't even have to ask. Good service! Should take the Mariot's far. I gave her a piece of gold for her trouble.
Tucking the messages into my pouch, I ordered a plate of the roast beef and broiled potatoes. It was better than usual, probably 'cause I hadn't eaten a thing all day.
Halfway through my 2nd plate, a hush fell over the pub. Famished as I was, I didn't notice. That is til the reason for the hush sat down at my table.
Dressed in a tattered, black, hooded robe, and carrying a large staff of sinlster design, the "creature"-no other description seemed to fit-just stared at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, rather annoyed he had interrupted such a fine meal.
"Messages." came the haunting reply.
"I ain't your messenger boy. Go Away!" I said, as I resumed eating.
"Messages." the thing rasped again.
"I told you, dude, I don't have your messages! If anyone sends you any, that is. Be gone from my sight, creature."
Again, in that scratchy rasp of a voice, the thing says, "Messages!"
Finished eating by now and pretty much ticked off, I jumped up from my chair, grabbed the creature by the tattered hood, and threw it out of the pub. "I DON'T HAVE MESSAGES FOR YOU, FREAK!"
Really tired now and wanting to get an early start for tomorrow's hunt, I retired to bed, falling asleep almost instantly, blissfully unaware of the dark presence staring in at me through the small window in my room…
Awakening before dawn to get out into the forest early, I almost relieved myself in my only decent set of clothes. Dang! Right in the shadows, sitting in a chair and staring right at me was 'Message Man'.
"Read Messages!", came that voice again. While I started getting equipped for my hunt, I said, “What messages are you talking about, man?!?!? I don’t take messages for anyone. Especially you! I fact I have people take 'em for me.”
“Read messages.” Again in that creepy voice. Doesn’t this guy know any other words?
Right about then I put my pouch on and head the rustle of parchment inside. Suddenly, it dawns on me. DUH! Message Man here wants me to read MY messages.!
“Ok, pal. I get it you can leave me alone.” I told him as I started to read the 1st one.
But still he sat there waiting, and now almost whispering, “Messages. Read Messages”
I started on the 1st one. Message from Nicorella telling me she was off on Saturday afternoons and to come see her at church today. Bah! I don’t go to church after what happened to Dad. Pastor Franchesita wasn’t very sympathetic to Ma’s situation and said Dad was guilty, so bag him. I ain’t going to church ever again. Well maybe for her, I will. Just not today. Reply to that one later. Second was from sis. Hey bro. Love ya. Don’t be mad at Ma. She just doin’ what she has to to survive. Reply later. The 3rd was definitely the most interesting. It was from Wallace Hakkini, the headmaster at Warrior School. Wonder what he wants? Message asks to see him Monday after classes are over at 3pm. Wants to talk about my graduation. Huh? I aint even been goin to class. How am I going to graduate? Oh well. We’ll see. Mental Note: Stop at school and leave message I will meet with him.
And as mysteriously as he had appeared, Message Man dissolves into nothing. Whatever.
I head out to the pub, and I see Nicorella at the front desk. Huh? It’s early, like 5 am local time. Didn’t think they was a 24 hour inn but guess so.
“Hello, Nicorella. Pleasant surprise. What you doin up so early?”
“I work the early shifts on Saturday and Sunday to earn extra gold. Since that Chaos guy came through town couple months ago, Pa’s spell school is just not as busy as it once was. Lot a people goin huntin without spells. Crazy I tell ya. Also so I can still make Sunday service. You comin?”
“Not today. I gotta hunt. Need some gold for better armor, if I am going to make it to Slytherra to investigate this thing with the von Baren's. Boiled leather just ain't gonna cut it against them elves."
"But you haven't been in so long! Please come.", she begged.
"Maybe some other time, K? I got work to do." Kinda early in the relationship for her to be askin' me to go to church with her, dontcha think?
"Ok, I guess." she said dejectedly.
"Sorry. I'm just not ready for church again, yet. Especially with Pastor Franchesita. I do not like her at all."
"Alright." she grumbled.
"By the way, you seen that guy with that wicked looking staff and wearing rags for robes?" I wondered.
Her mood lightened."OH!! you mean 'P'? He's our messenger. A little overzealous perhaps, but highly effective. He was my idea!"
"The man has a heckuva method to his madness, that's for sure. Next dude you set up messaging for, make sure you at least tell them about your demon friend, K?
She laughed at me and said, "OK. But since you insist on hunting on a Sunday, take this." Then she took my hand and dropped a necklace into it.
It was made of leather thong and a small leather pouch was tied to it.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A good luck amulet. I made it for you.", she replied sweetly.
"Thanks. What's inside?” I asked as I started to untie the pouch.
“Don’t!!!, she almost shouted, as she grabbed my hands. “If you open it you will be cursed forever. It’s bad luck to open a good luck amulet. At least that what Dad says.”
“He would know since he’s the magician. Well at least tell me what’s in it, then.”
“Can’t do that either. Only if it is the last hope you have, can you open it and look inside.”
“Alright then. My last hope. Can you tie it on me, please?” I inquired, hoping for a waft of her sweet scent.
“Sure.”
“Tie it good and tight. I don’t want to lose it. Probably worse luck to lose one than to open one, eh?” I asked.
“Yeah, probably. Although Dad didn’t say anything about losing it, just opening it.”
Finished with the knot, she spun me around and with the corner of her eyes misty, she said, “You take care of yourself, alright.”
“I will. See ya around K?”
“OK”
And then I bent down, and kissed her long and hard with years of unrequited love poured into that one kiss. With that, I turned and walked out of the pub and into the greatest adventure of my life.
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:32:33 GMT -7
Morning dawned on my first day out in the forest as a “real” warrior of Coradale. By Grimm, it was a great day! I had never felt so free–or so burdened–before. Free, because I didn’t have to hide from the von Baren household and tutor Sundrick anymore, and I was doing what I had always wanted to do. Burdened, due the weight of responsibility I have placed on myself to find the truth about Dad and poor Elvren.
After a slim breakfast of water and goblin jerky, I set out to find some goblins or other beasts to slay. I needed gold for better armor so I could make it to Slyythera(finally found the correct spelling). Approaching a small thicket, I could hear the grunting sounds that passed as goblin language. I crept to the edge of the thicket to see what I had to deal with and found two young goblin warriors finishing a breakfast of crachola eggs and some fried rat meat. Hope I never get that hungry, ewwww! Since the outskirts of Coradale were being raided frequently by these creatures, I saw no reason to warn them and drew my short sword quietly. With a battle cry that would make G_3 happy, I jumped into the thicket, knocked one down and started slashing at the unarmed one. He went down in 3 hacks, never had a chance to get to his axe. The other one, startled, and only just now recovering his footing, feinted to my left and slashed at me with an uppercut. Dodging the attempt easily, I stabbed his arm and he howled a bloodcurdling scream. One armed now, he had trouble wielding the axe effectively, but due to slippery footing, he got one blow to strike me in the left arm. Good thing I’m right handed. With a few swift strokes, I managed to end the short battle with just the one wound. Quickly, to prevent any theft by opportunistic scum, I picked up the gold from their pouches, careful to avoid their purple ichor. I’ve heard stories about that stuff that would turn the stomach of the most experienced healer. There gear was all trashed so no use picking it up. Then chanting a healer spell, I healed the cut in my arm. Good!!! 30 gold!!! Only thousands more to go.
Suddenly, I hear more goblin voices. I darted to the edge of the thicket and see 2 more scouts coming over to change the guard. Damn! Must be a whole company of them out here!! Laying in wait, I ambush the scoouts. One goes down quickly with a lucky slash to the throat, the icky blood spurting out of the wound. The other is evidently more experienced than the other 3 because instead of attacking me, he pauses and starts screaming in that ungodly goblin language. Must be calling for backup. Well, I aint waiting for them to get there. At a dead run, I stoop to pick up the pouch off the 3rd warrior and feel it is rather heavy. Good! Maybe something better than their crap gear. Can’t worry about it now. With a quick prayer to Grimm, I take off running as fast as I can. After about 15 minutes, I no longer hear the sounds of pursuit. Slowing down, I turn my head and I see no one. Whew!! What a rush!!!
Relatively safe for the moment, I stop to inspect the pouch I picked up. Opening it up, I see a fair amount of gold and also a scroll. “Hmmm. Wonder what they would be carrying a scroll for? As far as I knew only the Goblin King and his court could read or write their language.” I unroll the scroll and notice that it is written, not in Goblin, but in Elemental Elvish. Interesting. Will have to get Mr. Hakkini to tell me what it says when I meet with him today. Looking up at the suns in the sky, I see that it is slightly past midday. Better make for town, if I am to make it by 3. Setting of at a slight jog, and on the lookout for more goblin scouts, I head southeast towards town.
Arriving about 45 minutes prior to my meeting with Hakkini, I figure better open an account at the bank for the gold in my pockets. Don’t need Spertzer and his goons to be mugging me and stealing my earnings. I head over to the Great Bank of Shade, open the account and deposit all my gold. Teller looked at me kind of funny, too. Wonder why? Oh well. Just enough time to make meeting w/ Hakkini.
I arrive at a deserted school and made my way to the Thunderdome, or ‘Dome, as the students called it. I see Mr. Hakkini in the armory to the west side of the large clearing. Upon entering, I see it looked just as I remembered it. Weapons mounted menacingly on the walls, scattered on different surfaces, stuck in the soft earth, everywhere. Man I wish I had something a little lighter than this Dragonsbane. It’s too heavy for my undeveloped strength. Maybe Hakkini’d let me borrow one of those short Elvish swords.
“Mr. Hakkini. You wanted to see me?” I asked confidently.
“Yes, son. Come in. Sit down. How you doing?” he said as he shook my hand.
“Sit down where, sir? If I sit down anywhere, I’ll be crapping out of a different hole.” I said as I glanced around at maces, swords, spears and arrows. I’m doing well. And yourself, sir? Jamestry or Thaddeus giving you any problems?” I asked, as I remained standing.
“Doing fine. No problems from them.” he replied in that booming voice of his. “I’m a little busy tryin to finalize the graduation ceremony, though. Can we get started?”
“Sure. You mentioned something about my graduation in your message, and I must admit, it confused me a bit. I didn’t think I could graduate because I haven’t been able to come to class.”
Yes, well... you see, in the school bylaws, there is a provision for a special exemption and I think you’ve earned it.”
“Great! But how?” I wondered.
“By tutoring Sundrick and using your skills in your daily hunts. Didn’t think I would just let you drop out, did you? You have the most talent in a student of mine since G_3,” he said, as he gestured to the tapestry of Shade’s greatest warrior, “I didn’t want to see that go to waste.”
“Wow, thanks, Mr. Hakkini. That means a lot, especially coming from you. You’ve been a role model of mine for years now.”
“Thank you, son. I’m glad I could be an inspiration to you. Especially since your father’s death. That man was truly a craftsman with the steel. And an honorable man. Still hard to believe that he did what Count von Baren said he did.”
“Thanks, sir. I too do not believe the story. And I know you’re busy, but could I ask for a favor?” I inquired hopefully.
“Sure. What is it?”
Pulling the scroll out of my pack, I said, “I found this on a goblin this morning, and I can’t read it. It’s in Elemental Elvish. Weird for a goblin to have a scroll in that tongue, wouldn’t ya think?”
Unfurling the scroll, he said, “Unusual? Yes. Unheard of? No. I’ve heard tales of Goblins working for the Elves in the past. That was before the great seal was broken, however. Let’s see what this says, shall we?”
After about ten minutes he had it translated, and I had a scroll of the Elemental Elvish-to-MiddleAge English translation guide.
It read:
Goblin King Doblegreden, We were pleasantly surprised by your messenger and his message. Although tragedy befell him before the message was delivered, take comfort in knowing he fought bravely til the end. The Elvish Council has decided that we shall combine our forces with the Goblins to destroy the Human and Undead invaders wandering our forests. Murders and thieves they are!!
Elvish warrior strength 15,000 Scouts 10,000 Archers 7,000 Rangers 1000 Assassins 500 Necromancers
Make ready your troops, Doblegreden. We shall wipe them out. All of them..
In absence of King Oberon, The Elvish Council has spoken. Mablung Calmcacil Olwe Calmcacil Fingolfin Calafalas Elrohir Mithrandir Eo Helyanwe Nessa Tulcakelume Lessien Lossehelin Cirnelle Amandil Amd Elensar Amrod Culnamo Maglor Carnesir Elrond Fegalund
“Great skies! An Elvish and Goblin alliance!”, Hakkini cried out. “I never thought I would see the day. Not in a thousand years.”
“Well it is happening, at least according to this. What do we do?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
“We must get word to the King immediately. You must deliver it to him in Byrendell. Do you know where it is?’ he asked.
“Of course, I do. Any 4th year student knows where Byrendell is.”, I replied. “‘Tis a two day journey to the southwest across the River Grimm.”
Be careful, young Master Saul. It can be a dangerous trip for the new warrior, especially with that leather armor you’re wearing. In fact,” he mused, “I have a couple of things here you could use.”
Rummaging through the armory, he dug up an Iron helmet, his old short Elvish sword(Yeah!) and a heavy wooden shield.
“Sorry it’s not better, but I can’t spare the new stuff. Grimm would ban my ass from the dome for weeks if I gave a new graduate the good gear before they were ready.”
“That’s OK. I’d rather be mobile than weighed down with the bigger gear. Thanks for the sword.” Gesturing at my dad’s sword, I said, “This one is too heavy for me right now. I have to use 2 hands to swing it.”
“Take care, son,” he said has he clapped me on the back. “And remember, that message has to get to the King at all costs.”
“Yes, sir. Could you do one more favor for me?” I asked, knowing I had already taken up too much time.
Sure. What?” he asked a little hurriedly.
“Would you tell Nicorella Hastings where I’ve gone? I don’t know when I’ll be back, as I have other business to attend to after I speak to the King.”
“Why don’t you leave it with him?” he said, as he pointed behind me.
I turned around and saw Message Man approaching silently. I hadn’t noticed before, but it seemed as if he just floated along rather than walked. As he reached me, that same haunting, rasping voice called out, “Messages!”
“OK, OK give ‘em to me. Here’s one for you, too. Hey wait! Can you deliver a message to the King?” I asked hopefully. P would be faster, after all.
Slowly shaking his hooded head back and forth, that voice rasped, “King sleeping. Cannot disturb. Did so once. Is cause of voice.”
I hurriedly read my messages. Nicorella asking if I am alright. Yep. Also, one from Countess von Baren asking to see me. Hmmm... Reply. L8r. On courier mission. With Message Man out of the way for now, nothing stopping me except the knot of fear in my stomach. I had never been afraid to go into the forest before. Why now? Probably due to the importance of my mission. I was the only one who could do it. If I failed, thousands of people were in grave danger. Nothing to do about it but get started, right. As I was turning to go, Hakkini asked, “You do have teleport fare right?”
“Huh, what are you talking about. Teleportation is a myth, a legend. It only exists in fairy tales.”, I scoffed.
“Oh, no. young master. Normally you learn about this in upper level studies, but since you aren’t going, I’ll tell you now. There is an old wizard by the name of Zanden that has the ability to teleport warriors back to the last town they visited. Don’t call him while in battle, though. He hates violence and will not come for you til it is safe. He charges 20 gold per level of advancement.”
“Ohhh Kay. I said suspisciously “What level am I?”
He replied with a hearty laugh, “Why level 1 of course!! All newbs right out of lower level studies are level 1. Don’t worry. The first few levels come fairly quickly.”
And with that he shook my had bid me good luck and went about with his preparations for the graduation ceremony.
Alright, gotta stop at the bank. Ahhh. That’s why the teller looked at me funny. Glancing up at the sky, I realized I better hustle. Banks close early on Mondays. Damn Banker’s hours.
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:33:50 GMT -7
Never being much of an adventurer before, this task scared me quite a bit. After all, I usually stayed close to town when I hunted. After stashing my leather gear and getting my teleport fare, I set out on the most important mission of my life. OK, OK, it was my only one so far. Maybe I am overstating it a bit, but I’m as nervous as a bile rat in a starving prisoner's dungeon cell. This whole thing with the Elves and Goblins has me pretty well shook up.
Anxiously and cautiously, I set out southward from town, keeping a watchout for thieves and other unsavory types. I had recently heard of a lad that had just graduated from upper level, his parents were so proud. They went out and bought him a brand new set of armor, all matched, of course. Must have set them back quite a bit. Ma could have paid the rent on her cottage for a couple of years with the money that set of armor cost. Well, anyway, he ventured out of Byrendell and was fighting some elves, when out of nowhere he is attacked by another person! How awful! He was left to die while this person ran circles around the elves. Finally, he was resurrected and when he went out to retrieve his armor, it was gone. GONE!!! Who would steal a dead man’s armor? What a scumbag!! But Mr. Hakkini always said it is good to take heed of rumors and stories of this ilk and learn from them, so I think it best to keep a cautious eye when out in the forest.
The first hour or so was pretty uneventful. I did happen upon a rabbit, and for some reason it attacked me! I couldn’t see a burrow that it would have been protecting, I wonder why it would attack me. Oh well, dinner's taken care of. Just an enraged rabbit for some reason
About an hour after the rabbit, all of a sudden, just as the light of day was failing, from the east, an arrow zipped by. WHAT?! Turning quickly, I see the form of a human wearing oddly yellow colored armor, getting ready to launch another deadly missile. Not wanting to fail in my mission and knowing my battle skills would be sorely lacking in this battle, I took off to the west as fast as my legs could carry me, dodging arrows as I ran. Making sure to swerve, duck and generally make myself a difficult target, I was soon able to lose my attacker.
By now it was fully dark, and I didn't know where exactly I was, so I found a semi–concealed clearing in a grove of trees and made camp. I’ll figure out where I’m at tomorrow, when it’s light. Then I started a small fire, cooked the rabbit from earlier and after eating, fell into a fitful, dream filled sleep.
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~Dream Sequence ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
I’m sitting on the town square with Nicorella. We are watching our son, Toddrath, crawl around on the grass and just having an interlude from a busy day of shopping for the Spring Festival. The sun is shining, the flowers are in bloom and there is a softly scented breeze blowing. It is the perfect day. Judging by the look I am getting from Nic, it will be a perfect evening as well.
Except it won’t be. As we are getting ready to go home for dinner, a terrible roar shatters the idyllic peace. Always on alert, my hand automatically goes the the hilt of my sword. Suddenly, appearing above the small skyline of Slyythra, the Elder appears!!! With another bellowing roar, he lets loose an intensely searing bolt of fire-breath and starts the nearby shops and homes ablaze in a raging inferno. I take a quick look around and see Obi-Wan, Twi and CQ, and a few others answer duty’s call. Obi-Wan, being a Master Tactician of Shade starts directing our movements in order to draw the Elder out of the town and away from the villagers.
Once out of town, Obi directs me to be the baiter and I assume the position. Moving deftly and swiftly, I start moving back and forth getting the foul beast’s attention. While on the move, knowing 1-2 hits from the beast’s tail or putrid breath will kill me, I make healing potions. About an hour into the fight, I slip and fall! NO! I can’t die like this. I look up and see the beast looming over me. Obi-wan and the others are trying to get the beast’s attention, but he has eyes only for me. The Elder rears back, ready to finish me off and let’s out an ear shattering howl and...
Waking with a start, drenched in a cold sweat, I see that dawn is just about to break. Trying to forget the terrifying dream, I start to gather up my gear when I hear that same ear shattering scream from my dream. The Elder!! Here?!?! Impossible!
To make sure, I peered out from behind the foliage that concealed my humble camp. About 200 yards to the south, in the open grassland, I see 3 goblin warriors surrounding a lone undead warrior. I could see he was undead because of the greyish skin that they have. He is wearing armor of a yellow hue, it looks like the same armor that I saw last night on my attacker.
The yellow clad warrior is fighting valiantly, but I can see that he is slowly losing this battle. Poor undeads, don’t they know they can’t heal themselves. Well Ma’d be real unhappy with me if I let him die without trying to help, even if he is undead. So, checking my pack for potions and rubbing my amulet for luck I swiftly run and join the battle. As I approach the closest goblin, he turns to face me. Musta been warned by one of the others. Oh well, Yellow only has 2 hitting him right now so that’s an improvement. I circle the goblin and draw him slightly away from Yellow so that I can use the Death Cloud spell and hit him and another attacker at the same time. As I dodge and weave around the goblin’s attacks, I cast once, twice, three times. One fizzled. Two hit with a brutal effect weakening him significantly. I must calm down and remember my training. Feeling my magic leave temporarily, I start with the sword. I feint right, then swing with a large uppercut that grazes his chin. Purple ichor starts flowing down his chin, and pools underneath him as we spar and feint. Losing his footing while trying to catch and evade me at the same time, he falls into his own puddle of blood. Seizing the opportunity, I rush forward, hack once through his wooden shield, and plunge my weapon directly into his heart. Not having the luxury of watching him die, I turn to see how Yellow is doing. He has managed to take down one, but with his strength nearly depleted from the long battle, he is barely holding on. Rushing over, I take my sword with 2 hands and with a mighty slash, the goblin loses something most needed. I watch his head fall to the earth next to where Yellow is kneeling, and I see him fall over, nearly dead. Or is it limbo for undeads? Working quickly, I give him 2 of my small healing potions and start to bandage his wounds as best I can.
As I am dressing his wounds with my limited healing experience, I hear a faint whisper, tinged with fear, “Thank You.”Knowing he is still very weak, I advise him, “Save your strength, warrior. For you will need it if you are to last the day. Thanks can come later.”
Once bandaged, I managed to get him into the clearing where I had previously made camp. I re-start a fire to warm him to prevent the worst of the shock. After getting him situated, I sit down to reflect on the happenings of the last few hours, and decide to look him over to gain some understanding of who he is, i notice on his armor a badge with the initials E B D inscribed. “Huh. Wonder what that means?” I mused to my self. “Oh well, figure it out when he can talk.” as i tried to position him a little closer to the fire, his left arm fell to the ground making a series of severe yet intricate scars visible.. no mere battle scar's were these, it was writing of a sort.. it looked to spell out S O C with Solider Of Chaos carved almost disgustingly deep into the flesh. As i started to turn his arm to get a better look, his other hand shot out and held my wrist in a death grip, looking up I stared into one of the fiercest set of yellow eyes I had ever seen and he promptly fell back into unconsciousness. Noticing that he was now resting and didn’t seem to be in danger anymore, I knew we would need some food, so I set out to find some rabbits.
Just as long as they aren’t those enraged kind.
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Post by Insidius on Sept 8, 2005 16:36:21 GMT -7
After snaring and killing 2 healthy looking rabbits, and hacking off a chunk of putrid goblin flesh from the earlier battle. (who knows what those undeads eat) I make my way back to camp. It had been a frustrating couple of hours. The rabbits I had seen, especially the enraged kind, seemed to sense the snare and walk right around them. Oh well, since it was still morning, I figured I had plenty of time to find enough food for lunch and dinner.
As I emerged into the clearing, I saw a sight that truly astounded me. Yellow was up and about! How in Grimm’s name...? Here, a scant 2 hours ago, he was nearly extinguished, and now he looks fully healed. Well, almost. That gash on his forehead still looks pretty nasty.
“How in Grimm’s name are you healing this quickly?” I demanded. My hand instinctively going to my sword pommel.
He laughed and replied, “First of all, my name is Yelosnow. (Eww) My friends call me Yelo. I am what is called undead, though I prefer living impaired. We naturally heal much faster than normal humans. Thank you for helping, though. Normally, 3 goblins, are nothing for me to handle. It felt like I was moving in slow motion, my limbs heavy as lead, and it was all I could do to drink the supply of healing potions I had before you came. I would surely be lifeless if it wasn’t for you.”
“Nice to meet you, Yelo. My name is Sid. But HOW do you heal so fast?” I asked again, still not quite believing my eyes. Maybe there is something to being undead, after all if one could get around the smell...
“I am not sure, but that is the way it is apparently , is it not? he answered.
“I guess so.” I said. “By the way, I saw someone last night with armor similar, if not identical, to yours. They attacked me. Do you know of this person?” my hand resting on my sword yet again...
“I do. And I must apologize. After your actions today, I can see I made a mistake. One that almost cost me my unlife. You showed true honor today.”
“Wait a minute. YOU made a mistake?!?!? You’re the one who was whizzing(LOL) arrows past my ears last night?!?!? I shoulda helped those goblins finish you off!!! Why would you attack me?!?!? I did nothing to you, you jerk!!!!
“I understand your feelings, but I was trying to get experience hitting a moving target and hunting rabbits gets old after a while. I wasn’t going to kill you just make you dance a bit. You would even have gotten healer practice, healing yourself if you got hit.”
“Well, whoopde do pal!!! I don’t like being shot at, especially if it’s for the amusement of someone else!!” I retorted back. Although he did make SOME sense, I wasn’t going to let HIM know that!!
“Now that I know how honorable you are, I truly apologize. Please accept it. An apology from me is slightly less rare than a teleport token and not given lightly. Especially in the case of mortals who I find don’t always have the honor they claim too. I am humbled to have found an exception to my beliefs” Yelo said.
“Alright, I guess. And thanks.” I said grudgingly. He was a rather well spoken undead. Didn’t talk like the others I had met, and even seemed to actually have some sense of hygiene. “Well, maybe you can help me. I have an urgent message for the King.”
“I don’t know, Sid. I need to be hunting.” He sounded eager to be rid of me. Can’t say I blame him, rookie like me holding him back from his hunting.
“What if I said the message concerned the death of all human and undead life? Would you help me then?” I asked, hoping it would spark some interest.
“Yeah, right kid. What are you talking about?” he scoffed.
“I have a message from the Elvish Council to the Goblin King Doblegreden proposing an allegiance to wipe us both out.” I replied.
“Sure, Sid. How’d you wind up with this alleged message? Next you'll be claiming Zanden himself danced a jig in your common room ehh?” He sounded skeptical and let out a hearty laugh most unlike an undead.
“Doesn’t matter how,” I said, pulling the scroll from my pack. “Do you know how to read Elemental Elvish?” I opened it up and his eyes widened at the Elvish script he saw.
“Holy Hell. You weren’t kidding were you, Sid?” he whistled. “We gotta get you to the King, NOW!” and he began checking his gear.
“Do you know where we are? In running away from YOU last night I failed to take notice of where I was running to.”
“Sure we are a half day travel from Byrendell to the north.” he said confidently with a hint of a impish grin.
“Are you sure? My information says it was a 2 day travel from Coradale and I’m sure I’m further away now than when I started, thanks to you.” i said puffing up my chest and squaring my shoulders attempting to look like i meant business.
“Oh that’s right. As an undead, in addition to healing rather quickly, I can also run faster and further than you before I get tired. It would be a 2 day journey for you.”
“Great! Let’s get going.” I grumbled.
“Wait,” said Yelo. “I have an idea. Since I can travel faster than you, why don’t I just take this to the King ahead of you?” he said, as he picked up the scroll.
“Sure, and let you take the credit? I don’t think so! It is because of me, that we have this information. I intend to be properly repaid for this.” I sounded greedy and pompous, even to myself.
“But we need every possible day to prepare for this onslaught. If you take it to the King, we lose a day, maybe two, to ready defenses. It needs to be delivered as soon as possible. Look, I owe you for saving me from limbo. I promise whatever credit is due for this deed, will be credited to you. I have your name. Here take this if it makes you feel more comfortable,” as he handed me a book. “It is my most prized possession, my diary. It is all I have left of my former life and I WILL want it back! So I can ask after you in, where was it, Coradale?”
“Yeah,” I groused, knowing full well he was right about getting the message delivered as soon as was possible. He took the scroll and put it in his pack as I stowed the diary in mine “I’ll expect to hear from you in 2 days time then, Master Yelo.”
“Good to meet you, Master Sid. I shall not fail in this task, that I can assure you.” We clasped hands in the eternal grip of brotherhood, and I knew his word was good.
As we separated, I recalled I was still lost. “Where is Coradale from here, Yelo?”
“For you, it is a half day’s journey to the east north east. See that stand of trees there?” he asked pointing to a particularly large grove on a slight rise while making the scars on his arm visible once more, which seemed just as fresh as before.. he noticed me staring and I managed to cover up with a stammered: “Yes.” while rubbing my eyes.
“Head that direction. Soon you should be in familiar territory. Safe travels, Sid. I look forward to hunting with you after all this business is said and done, mayhap there's something I can learn from you mortals after all.” and flashed me a devilish grin.
And with that, he turned and started running at a pace that wasn’t human. Well he is undead, after all, not human.
“Well, better get on back home so I can start earning gold to get me some better armor”, I said to myself. Then I felt an odd presence, fleeting really. I knew I had felt it before, but couldn’t place it. Made a chill run down my spine. Hmm interesting. I started walking in the direction indicated and after I reached the rise with the grove on it, I saw another rise. Staying in the same line, I walked through the grassland, sort of day dreaming. All of a sudden, I realized that I was hearing sounds, sounds not of the forest. I paused and listened, then realizing I was hearing the sounds of a Goblin Warrior, I found a small grove of trees to provide cover and crouched down in the undergrowth.
Cresting the grassy rise, I see a battalion of goblins marching to the northeast towards Orc country. There are warriors and scouts, both male and female. How odd, I mused. They allow females to fight as well? Then I noticed that the females were not decorated for battle, nay not even decent armor or weapons. What are they doing this far away from their homeland? Settling down as far as I could to remain hidden, I meditated on this sight. Maybe they were also drawing the Orcs into their allegiance with the Elves. But what about the women? I had heard tales of the Orc’s and how the females were actually better warriors than the males, but I had not believed it. Apparently, the goblins were sending an emissary designed to get the Orc’s on their side. Not good, if that happens.
Quickly I say a prayer to Grimm asking how this can be stopped. I get a inkling to send a message.
“But how?”
I hear “Messages.” in that raspy voice from the Message Man.
Huh? He doesn’t even know where I am.
“Write the message.” comes the unspoken reply.
Being a believer in Grimm all my life, I say what the hay, and write a message. “Mr. Hakkini, Goblins marching to Orc country. Possible allegiance. Send Help. Half day west south west of Cora”.
Suddenly, from thin air, Message Man appears before me. Extending his hand, he says, “Message.”
Placing the message in his hand and sending a silent prayer to Grimm, he is gone. Leaving me alone in a hostile land.
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Post by Insidius on Sept 23, 2005 0:23:59 GMT -7
Installment 8
I watch as the goblin procession stops. Listening to one of the commanders grunt and squeal out orders, I realize they are making camp and I start to feel even more alone and afraid. My head swirling from all of the events of the last few days, I sit down to let it all sink in.
Jetrune von Baren has asked for a very expensive and deadly sword to be discarded like yesterday’s Shade Gazette. I fought with Ma about the payments she is receiving from the von Baren’s. I have developed a relationship with Nicorella, the girl of my dreams. I intercepted an important message between the Goblins and Elves. Despite not attending school for the last year, I have graduated. I met a fellow named Yelo: the first undead I have ever met. Yelo is on his way to deliver the message about the Goblins and Elves alliance to the King. I am hiding within spitting distance of a goblin battalion making camp for the day(they like to travel at night, apparently) with no known help coming.
After I had thought about all that, I realized that to be effective in the forest as a hunter I must focus on the task at hand. OK. Task at hand is getting back to the relative safety of Coradale. To do that in the two days before Yelo showed up looking for his diary, I needed to get past that goblin camp. The goblin camp was large. There must be around 500 of them all around me, with sentries posted roughly every 10 yards. Not good. Well, they don’t know I’m here, I have some dried meat and water. If I can just lay low for a few hours til they leave, maybe I can just drift away in their wake.
Settling on this course of action, I figure now’s as good a time as any to study my spells and get more familiar with the ones I can use. Opening up to the Mage section I see all the familiar ones, Magic Blade, Magic Missile and a new one, Maniacal Shriek. Huh? How’d that get in there? What does it do? Well in my current predicament, I think it would be a wise to find out what that one does at a later time.
I start going over the incantations for Magic Missile and Magic Blade, so I can commit them to memory. Never know when I might need that trick. I read over them about 10 times and start to feel sleepy. Gotta stay alert. Wake up man. I gotta get busy doing something that’s not mind numbing. I glance around and spot my pack and notice how empty it is. Yelo’s diary that I can’t unlock, a couple rations of food and some gold. There should be something else. What is it? Then it hits me. That’s what I forgot when I left yesterday! Healing potions! Man I gotta get better organized. I should NEVER have left town on such an important mission without pots. How stupid am I? Better see if I can make some.
Now I know Hakkini says that if you’re level one, it really don’t matter if you die. You lose next to nothing and you get resurrected by that weird Zanden the Periwinkle. But seeing as how I am wearing armor that’s not mine and a diary that Yelo seems to value above all else-including his life-I think that notion has left a long time ago. I have never tried using the spell to create healing potions, or pots as all the elite warriors call them, but I might as well give it a shot. Whispering the words to myself, “Curatio, Venenum, Genero.” I send a thought upward to Grimm. I finish the 3rd chanting and I see a twitch in my backpack. Did I do it? On my first try? Feeling a little weakened, I move towards my pack and open it up. Sure enough, I see the vial of healing elixir. Success on my 1st try!! WooHoo!!! I almost shout for joy, but at the last second I remember where I am. No that would not be good.
Since using the magic arts takes energy, I rest before I make another pot. It’s not easy waiting for my energy to come back. I am not by nature a patient person, but since I have nothing else to do, I wait for what seems like an eternity. Feeling like normal after about 5 minutes, I chant the spell again, “Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero.” but nothing happens. What?!?!? I look in the pack to make sure, and yep, no pot. Oh well. Can’t be perfect. Even the great G_3 probably has a spell fizzle on him now and again. Oh well, wait again.
After another 5 minutes I try again. Success!! Whew. Good to know I can do this. I start to feel more confident the more I cast the spell and the more pots I make. Yet strangely, I do not feel any stronger or more powerful. I’ll have to find out why.
Soon I have a pack of pots ready to go should the need arise. Great! Now what do I do? It’s only been a couple of hours, and those sentries look quite alert. Well might as well write a bit in my diary. OK it’s just a scrap of paper for now, but what you gonna do when you get inspired and no proper tools present themselves? That’s right. Improvise. Make do. Get by. Trust me, for the last 1 ½ years that what I been doin?
So I start writing a bit about the last few days. After about 10 minutes that’s done. Now what? More studying, I suppose. I crack open my spell book again and start memorizing again. Man this is boring. I’m getting tired. Maybe I should get a little rest too, like the goblins. NO! Gotta stay alert, just in case. But a little nap would do you good. It’s no good if I am discovered and captured. Just a few minutes won’t hurt. OK ZZZZZZZZZ
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~Dream Sequence ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
It’s a warm afternoon in early autumn, yet a hint of a chill as well. The leaves are just turning to the glorious colors the countryside around Byrendell was known for before Chaos reigned and the castle grounds are packed with travelers of all kinds. Tourists from all corners of Shade. Merchants from places I have never heard of, like LOTR, Quake and Flash. Warriors from every important clan. There’s G_3! He salutes as I stride by! I return the salute. WOW! A legend like him giving me a salute. He IS everything they say about him. There’s Jim_West, the best clan leader a guy could ask for. And yaWn. The highly respected leader of EGO.
I am dressed in my finest armor. Nimble Mail and Helm, Sorcerer Shield and my Golden Baron Walking Staff. As I am walking, I become aware of people pointing me out to their companions and whispering to each other. As this behavior makes me uncomfortable, I quicken my pace to get out of the crowds.
As I round the corner to get out of the town square, I hear from my right a booming voice. “And just WHERE do you think you’re going?”
I turn to see the King’s majordomo making his way towards me, fighting his way through the crowds.
“Are you talking to me?” I ask.
“Of course. Who else would I be asking that question on this day?” he replied.
“What day is that?” I probe gently.
“HA!” he chortles. “As if you didn’t know. Why the day celebrating your contributions to the defeat of Lord Chaos, of course. Come on! We need to get you to the King!”
“Wait!” I exclaimed. “What day of celebration are you talking about? I know nothing of this.”
That seemed to stop him cold. “You mean you really don’t know?” He seemed astounded at this news.
“No can’t say that I do. Why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Come. I’ll explain as we walk. No time to shoot the breeze. Not if you want to be part of the party anyway.” he said as he turned to go.
Shrugging my shoulders, I conceded, “OK. Now explain.”
Fairly jogging, he explained that the King had sent a message to me advising since Lord Chaos had been defeated and I was the one mainly responsible for the information that set this chain of events in motion, he wanted to have a day of celebration in my honor. Since he hadn’t heard from me in a month, he decided to hold it anyway.
All of a sudden, I hear a loud, piercing screech echo through the courtyard. Turning my eye skyward, I see a trained falcon performing stunts in the air. As I watch it circle around for another stunt, I see that it is barreling towards us and at the last second, I duck and raise my left forearm to protect my eyes. Good thing, as the falcon rakes his talons along my forearm, screeching as he does so....
Awakening due to the pain in my forearm, I am startled to see 3 very ugly faces peering over me. 2 Goblins and an Orc.
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Post by Insidius on Nov 23, 2005 18:05:58 GMT -7
Peering up into the three most reviling faces I have ever seen brought nausea screaming into my consciousness. Either that or the stench wafting off of their unwashed bodies. I started to back away and naturally my hand went to my sword. Rather where my sword should have been. Before waking me up by poking me with their swords, it seems they saw fit to disarm me. Starting to scramble away, I remembered what I was supposed to be doing, delivering the message to the King. Quickly I glanced at my pack and saw that it had been undisturbed. Uncomfortable pillow, it was.
Sensing there was no quick way out, I relaxed and said, “Do either of you speak this tongue?”
Startled, they backed away slightly, then the Goblin on the right; he looked to be of some importance, wearing fine armor and having a sword fit for a goblin king, responded, “Speak this strange tongue, I do, human.” The contempt dripping from his voice was most evident.
“Good. I have been unable to learn the melodic tongues of the Goblins or Orcs. Please forgive me.” They say flattery will get you nowhere, but I got nothing to lose, right? “What do you want of me?”
“Told we were, that find you here we would. Know we must, why spying you were. ”, the goblin replied menacingly. And rather comically, too.
“Spying?!?! Do I look like a spy to you?” I blustered. After all I sort of was.
“Know what human spies look like, we do not.” he replied. “ Told we were of your mission. Make you a spy it does, hmm, yes?”
“Mission? I have no mission other than to get home in time for dinner!”, I replied, rather indignantly.
“Lie to us, he said you would. But feel like you lie, we know not. To Orc Princess, we will take you. Tell us the truth, she will.”
At this, the Orc started spouting some gibberish at the Goblins. Rather forcefully, I must say. While they were discussing whatever they were discussing, I had a moment to think. They said they were told where I was. The only being who knew where I was, was that Yelo guy. That scum!! I guess it is true what they say about servants of Chaos, no honor displayed to humankind. He will pay for this. Oh, yes he will.
By now the Goblins and the Orc had finished their bickering, and the Goblin said to me, “It is decided! To the Orc Princess we take you.” The Orc didn’t look too happy about this, but seeing as how he was in the midst of a whole company of Goblins, he didn’t have much choice. And neither did I.
“How long til we reach this Orc Princess you speak of?” I asked.
“Three day march to northwest, then through caves.” the Goblin pretty boy said over his shoulder as he was preparing to depart from my meager camp.
Shrugging my shoulders, I bent down to grab my pack. And as quickly as I had bent down, I stood back up. Half a dozen Goblin spears suddenly thrust at a person will have that effect. “What? You think I’m going to try something foolish with all of you watching me? Come on. Give me a bit more credit than that, eh?”
“Sneaky, he said you were. Watch you carefully, we must.” Gobby responded.
“Here, look. I have only a days rations and healing potions.” Then while pulling the message from the Elves from a pocket, I say, “And a book and message to be delivered to Lady von Baren’s sister. No weapons or tricks here.” I offered the opening of the bag to Gobby. They haven’t killed me yet, so maybe they don’t want to, or aren’t ready to now. Maybe I can use this.
Taking the potions and distributing “See the book, I must. Make sure you not a spy.” Gobby demanded.
“My orders are to give this to Lady von Baren, and Lady von Baren only, sir. Surely, you do not intend to besmirch my honor over a something of no consequence to you. If you insist on casting my honor into the mud, I should warn you, I am prepared to die in the defense of it.”
Pausing to size up the situation, Gobby narrowed his eyes and glared at me. Clearly torn between what he knew he should do and what he had apparently been ordered to do, he replied, “Honor we have demanded from our warriors for over 100 generations. Dishonor you, I will not. Orc Princess, decide she will.” With that, he turned and barked some orders to the guards. The 4 biggest, strongest, and ugliest Goblins took up positions around me. One in front and back, then one on either side. Great. They don’t trust me. Can’t say that I can blame them. Oh well. I have 3 days or so to figure something else out.
Marching along with my “escort” keeping perfect formation on me and us in the midst of a caravan roughly half a mile long, we march along in a northwesterly direction through the grassland dotted with groves of trees, towards certain doom for me, I am sure. Because I have nothing else to do, I try to devise an escape plan. Since none of the Goblins wanted to be burdened with my armor or pack, and me carrying it would have slowed them down, I was allowed to wear them. I know once we get into the caves, it will be harder for me to escape, since I do not know the terrain very well, and truth be told, every hour that we march is another hour into unknown territory. I gotta do something soon.
Constantly watching for the opening I need, I see a possible spot to make a run for it. The path we are on takes a sharp turn to the left up ahead. And it narrows down to a space that will only allow one to pass at a time. On the right of the path, is a small drop into a thick stand of strange pine trees. Since I will not be surrounded, I can break to the right, jump down and have some instant cover. It looks to be about 10-15 minutes away. Good. Enough time to make a couple potions. I wonder if the spell will work if I just think the incantation. I’ve heard rumors, but not any ‘yes this can be done’ proof. Oh well. Give it a shot. “Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero.” I don’t feel anything. No loss of strength felt and my pack seems no heavier. Hmm? How am I going to do this? What about if I whisper it? “Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero.” And I feel my pack get a tad heavier. Yes! OK gotta rest for a few minutes then time for one more try. “Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero. Curatio, Venenum, Genero.” Woohoo!! Another success! OK. Just a few more minutes.
Mentally preparing and trying to keep my body language as neutral as possible, I almost do not notice the commotion at the front of the caravan. With a startling suddenness, I see Goblins in groups of two and three drop like flies, suddenly burned to a crisp. My escorts, sensing trouble, tighten around me as their comrades continue to perish. Why they protecting lil ol’ me?
Rapidly the ranks of my captors are dwindling, and yet I feel no relief. If this person is powerful enough to be killing 2-3 Goblins at a time, he or she could very easily take me out as well. They may even do it unintentionally. Those spells sure splash on everything within about 3 feet of the target.
Suddenly, the last of the goblins are sucked dry of life and drop in their tracks. Hmm not fried as the others. Must be a different spell. Anyway, that leaves me and my suddenly fearful guards. And you can SMELL the fear they are experiencing. Man, I would hate to be in a room full of frightened Goblins.
Emerging from around the corner, a very powerful being commands the attention of all around him. Wearing a matched set of black on black armor that seemed to have magical properties, he carried a very ornate looking staff with a red crystal set inside the head and no shield. Emblazoned on the left breast of his breastplate was the inscription ~BCL~.
Speaking to the Goblins surrounding me, he intoned, “Leave him or pay the price, fiends.”
I must say those Goblins had to have been fairly intelligent, for they knew when they were outmatched. Without a word, they backed away til they were a good ways away and then took off on a dead run to the northwest.
“They’re going to warn the Orcs!”, I shouted.
“Let them. I welcome the fight. F’n scum. I understand you have something of importance, young one.” he commanded.
“How do you know? And who ARE you?” I wanted to know who I was dealing with before I divulged anything.
“My name is considered strange for these parts, but from whence I came I was known as Jim West. I am the Master of the Bloody Clover Loyalists,” he said as he proudly displayed his clan insignia. “I have come to escort you and your message safely to Byrendell. You know you should have asked for help. This is a big task for one so small as you.”
“I realize that now. I guess I was a little greedy for wanting all of the credit for the message, but I see now that if I had failed to deliver the message, all blame for failure would rest upon my shoulders.” I conceded.
“Well let’s get going then. We have a 2 day journey to Byrendell at your pace.”
“Ok then. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions while we travel?”
“Sure, it’ll help pass the time. What do you want to know?” Little did he know then, but he would have a lifetime of answering questions from me. Poor chap.
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Post by Insidius on Nov 23, 2005 18:09:10 GMT -7
As we started out over the grasslands towards Byrendell, Jim actually started with the questions first.
“Tell me the story of how you came to be in possession of this message from the Elf Council.” he said, as he examined the scroll.
“I was out hunting so I could have some meat to sell to the inn and sharpen my skills, when I happened on a Goblin scout party. I took down 3 of them in a short but messy fight.”, I said, remembering that nasty purple stuff. I shuddered just thinking about it. “I found that in one of their packs.”
“Interesting. How did you know what it says?” he asked, apparently a little distracted.
“ I had Mr. Hakkini translate it for me, because I never learned the language in school. Had to drop out when Dad died.” I replied, suddenly feeling a little sad.
“Hakkini translated this?!?!? That explains it.” he laughed heartily.
“What? Explains what” I asked, curious as to what was so damn funny.
“Hakkini is a practical joker of the greatest degree. He is surpassed only by Trik, and it appears that they both had a hand in this.” he chortled.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded. I was feeling the anger rise and swell with in me.
“See here at the bottom, the stylized T?” he pointed.
“Yeah. What about it? Hakkini said it was the Royal Symbol of the Elven Council. It’s not, right?” I replied, annoyed AND relieved.
“Oh it’s a royal symbol, alright. It’s the Symbol of the clan TrK. Trik is their leader and is known far and wide as the Jester of Shade. But, apparently not known far and wide enough for you to have heard about him.” he was still chuckling to him self a bit. “One of the best jokes he has done in my opinion. Although the teleport tokens and the thieving kenders were the shit.”
“Ha Ha. Laugh it up. I almost died 3 times because of him. He’ll die for this, I swear.” I was mad clear through.
“Whoa there pal. You think you can go after Trik? He is MUCH more experienced than you and you are still only a f’n level 3. You are going to have to get much stronger to be able to take him down.” He was STILL laughing.
“I’m glad you think it’s sooo funny. I have a death to avenge and on account of him, I almost was not able to keep my word. You speak the truth about experience, though. I will delay repayment of this act til I can back up what I say. But he will pay. Oh yes he will.”
“Good. Those ways will serve you in good stead here in the land of Shade. My first advice would be to not let your mouth overspeak your skills and abilities. ALWAYS be able to back up your words with action. I like your spunk. How’d you like to be a member of my clan?” he said as he looked around checking for signs of returning Goblins or Orcs.
“Gosh, part of a clan?!?!?! That would be great!!! What do I have to do?” I had heard a little about clans from Sundrick who said his oldest brother was part of a clan. They are brother and sisterhoods of people who have common goals and ideals.
“Well basically I have 2 rules. One you just learned. Let your actions speak for you, not your mouth. People’s mouth’s have a tendency to write checks their butts can’t cash, so don’t do it.”
“OK. I think I can do that. By my very nature, I am a pretty humble guy. So what’s number 2?” The first one didn’t sound so hard.
“Number 2 is, if you die–and you will–make sure you wait for someone to rescue your gear. Nothin’ I hate more than havin’ to replace gear that could have been rescued.” he scowled.
“OK. It’s a deal. I can do that. Do I have to sign anything in blood?”, I asked eagerly. Always wanted to do that since I was a kid.
“Nope. No unnecessary bloodshed, I always say. Keeps the vermin away.” he replied. “As soon as you make it to level 5, send me a message, and I’ll put you on the roster.”
“OK how soon do I make level 5?” It seemed such a far ways off, two whole levels.
“Well, that’s the beauty of the world of Shade. You want something, you can earn it as slowly or as quickly as you want. But you do have to EARN it. Search the Library in Byrendell. It should have a table you can use to calculate what your level is.”
“Sounds fair enough. Hey look, since this message is bogus, why are we still going to Byrendell? I gotta return this diary to yelosnow in Coradale by tomorrow.” I said, as I pulled it out of my pack to show him I wasn’t lying.
“Byrendell has the only known entrance to the catacombs, a low level training area. It is inaccessible to players over level 5. You need a semi-safe area to build up some basic skills and combat experience, although you are halfway there now. I’ll take that back to him.” he said as he reached and took it from my hands, examining the latch as he did so.
“Yelo said that latch could only be safely opened by him. I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” I advised.
“Oh, I know. I have one too. I was just curious about his style of crafting the spell. Seems he is what is called a character of darkness, by the look of the magic guardin’ his secrets.”
“Darkness? What do you mean, ‘dark?’” I asked.
Well, some people say it means that you follow Chaos. And in the most general sense this is true. But being ‘dark’ or ‘light’ is not a permanent thing for most people. I know quite a few warriors who most people consider ‘dark’, and I have seen quite a few acts of benevolence on their parts. I also know quite a few people who are considered good and just, and I have seen vile and ugly deeds committed by these people. So, for me, ‘Dark’ and ‘Light’ are individual choices made daily. I would consider a ‘dark’ person one whose decisions are consistently challenged by the majority of citizens as questionable. They may have their reasons for what was done, and they may be good reasons, but if the general population considers your choices inappropriate for the facts as they know them, you will be considered a ‘dark’ person. On the other hand, If you did something that on the face of it was considered good, and your reasons were, shall we say, not of the best judgement, you would be considered a ‘light’ person, even though you know, your reasons were sketchy. So, really, it all comes down to how your actions are perceived by others, as to whether you are a ‘dark’ or ‘light’ person. Does that answer it for you?”
“About as well as such a question could be, I suppose. Since it’s all subjective, there’s really no definite line, is there? I could kill 10, 15, 100 people and as long as I made it seem like I had valid reasons they supported, people would think me to be a ‘light’ person. But if one of my deeds is questionable in the people’s mind, no matter how much “good” I had done in the past, I would probably be considered ‘dark’ from that point on. Is that about what you’re saying?” I asked, confident I had understood.
“Yep, pretty much as clear as mud. There is more gray area than black and white in this area. It can be used to your advantage.” he confirmed I had been following his logic correctly.
We continued on through the forest on a SSE direction for about 4-5 hours, just walking, occaisionally Jim would cast mage’s wrath at himself. It would splash onto me, but it never seemed to affect me. Then he would allow me to heal him while he chanted “Vis vires donum” over and over. I asked Jim what he was saying and he told me he was replenishing my magic power--commonly called mana--so that I could continue to heal him and gain some experience. Every hour or so we saw a Giant Bat or a Boar. I practiced casting Magic Missile and Fireball at them.
Soon we came to what looked like the end of the forest and Jim called a halt.
“Why we stoppin’, man?” I asked. I looked around and couldn’t see anything like a city.
“This is as far as I go. I don’t like Byrendell that much. Too many people runnin their mouths about asl? and shit like that. Plus, they haven’t ever been past the bridge you see there to the south.” He said as he gestured towards it.
Peering through the mist that hung heavy and thick, I could barely make out the brick bridge. “That’s got to be at least a mile away! You not gonna take me there at least?”
Oh, stop your whinin!! You’ll be OK. Besides if you can’t make it to that bridge without dying, you don’t belong in {BCL}. Now go!” he commanded as his arm shot out beneath his robes and pointed the way.
Taking off at a dead run, I saw a goblin archer to my left and then a little to the right and in front of me, I saw a Goblin Warrior. Tired from all the emotion and casting of healer spells, I decided to make a run for it, instead of fighting my way through. Running faster still I managed to evade the archer’s arrows, barely. Coming up on the warrior, I feinted right, then dodged left and made it past him with just one wound from an arrow. Chanting the Minor Heal spell, I was soon across the bridge, and looming there in the mist, was the great city of Byrendell.
Byrendell was widely known for it’s hospitality and ale, but I could enjoy none of it now. I was flat broke with the exception of a small bit of savings. Finding the cheapest inn, I talked my way into a room with promise of payment tomorrow. And something about a little work in their stables. Ahh, well. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I took my pack up to my room, fell on the bed and promptly fell asleep.
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Post by RAIVEN on Nov 23, 2005 23:12:57 GMT -7
Thanks for your contribution to our little storyboard, Sid!!
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Post by Insidius on Dec 1, 2005 22:20:08 GMT -7
As I opened my eyes the next morning, I was greeted with a sense of paralysis. I could barely move!! I was sore from shoulders to my toes. I had never been that sore from walking before. And then it hit me. Thinking back to yesterday, I suddenly realized Jim and I had made the journey from Orc country to Byrendell in one day!! He had said it was a 2 day journey. How in Grimm’s name....? Oh well. I’ll ask him later.
I managed to sit up in spite of my muscles screaming obscenities at me. As I did so, I nudged my pack. It made a sound I wasn’t expecting: the jingle of coins. Huh? I was broke. The goblins had relieved me of everything except my spell book and yelo’s journal and Jim had the journal. No way my spell book could make that sound. Looking at it, the pack seemed to be full. Slowly, I reached for the pack, and howled in pain. Ahh, the pack can wait. Lying back down, I figured I might as well just rest til I can move without doubling over in pain. Can’t hunt in this condition anyway.
Trying to go back to sleep though, was a different matter. I wasn’t tired, I just couldn’t move. I tried to will myself to sleep for about 15 minutes, but it just wouldn’t work. Figuring I wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon, I sat back up under an immense and immediate protest from my body. Realizing the soreness wasn’t going away without some healing, I might as well go down to the pub and see if someone would heal me. I started pulling on my armor and helm, trying to ignore the feelings of pain shooting up and down my arms and legs. After getting dressed, I picked up my pack and could barely lift it. Duh! Let’s see what’s inside. Putting it on the bed, I untied the drawstring. Pulling it open wide, I see heaps of gold coins and a couple of scrolls.
Unrolling one of the scrolls, it said:
Healer Spell Dark Gift 900 gp Please inscribe the following into your spellbook: Atrum Donum Amplio
Once inscribed, kindly burn scroll. Please shop again at the Gloomy Spell Shop.
Cool!! A healer spell. Opening up my spell book, and using one of the quills that seem to be in every room, I inscribed the spell. Might as well give it a shot now, I guess.
Chanting Atrum Donum Amplio, Atrum Donum Amplio, Atrum Donum Amplio, I feel some of the soreness go away. Good! However, the slight mental powerlessness I now felt told me this was a spell I could rarely use til I built up my magic ability. More practice of the magic arts was required before I could use that spell repeatedly. Oh well, if Jim was correct I should be able to get plenty of practice in the catacombs.
I opened the other scroll and it was similar. It read:
Mage Spell Death Cloud 960 gp Please inscribe the following into your spellbook: Excessum Nuage Parlier
Once inscribed, kindly burn scroll. Please shop again at the Gloomy Spell Shop.
Alright!! A Mage spell. I went ahead and inscribed that one too. I wonder where this stuff came from? Had to be from Jim. Aww man. He didn’t have to do that.
Well no other scrolls, might as well settle up my tab downstairs and get me somethin to eat and drink.
Once I managed to make it downstairs, (took a good half hour, I was still a tad sore) I paid my room bill and chatted with the clerk. Pretty, but not close to Nicorella’s beauty. Gotta send her a message to let her know where I am and that I’m OK. The clerk kept batting her eyes and making suggestive glances at me. Must be the blonde hair and the piercing blue eyes. Got the hair from Mom and the eyes from Dad. Or maybe the broad shoulders my armor rests on. It sure isn’t the scruffy facial hair I can’t grow. My mind still on Nicorella, I was able to decline her advances. For breakfast, the lovely Stephanisa recommended the Bear Tenderloins with Giant Bat eggs over easy. She also pointed me in the direction of a reputable gear shop. Hospitality is on display here for sure.
After wolfing down breakfast, I sat down to write some messages.
Nicorella: I am fine. If you heard any reports of mortal danger, they are true, but I am fine now. Hakkini has some answering to do, but I will get him in kind. In training now. See ya soon. Luv Sid
Message to Jim: Thanks for the gold and spells. See you in a couple weeks, when I make level 5.
Message to Caretha. Hey sis. I am doing fine, just made a new friend, Jim_West. Weird name huh? Anyway he is the leader of BCL, the Bloody Clover Loyalists, and as soon as I get some experience, he’s letting me join the clan. Cool, eh?
Let’s see...anyone else?
Oh yeah, Yelo: Hey bud. Thanks for the help. Jim West has your journal. He should be there about now.
OK. That should do it. And out of nowhere, of course, P Demon, as I’ve started calling him, appears. “Messages.” he rasps.
“Yeah. Four today, man. Any for me?” I asked hopefully.
“None, master.”
“OK. Get going.”
By now it is almost noon, and if I am going to make it out tomorrow, I need to see what I can buy at the shop and make a deposit at the bank. Knowing it would take forever to get across town to the shop Stephanisa told me about, I asked her if there was any transportation available.
“Well, sure. But only the rich and powerful can afford it now. All of the horses in town have suddenly taken quite ill. They don’t seem to be dying, but all they want to do is walk in a circle. The healthy ones are reserved for the wealthy elite.” she explained, still batting those lashes at me.
Dang! she sure is fetching. Have to tell Jim ‘bout her, I will. “Thanks. How much would they charge for the trip to, ummm, Xangus’ Armor and Weapons, you said it was, right?”
“That’s right. And lemme see...” she said as she reached under the counter for something. Producing a piece of parchment with all sorts of columns and numbers on it, she said, “Here we are! To Xangus’ shop and back would be 500 gold.”
“Wha...?!?!? 500 GOLD?!?!” I sputtered. Good thing I wasn’t drinking the local ale, or she would have been wearing it. “Nevermind. I’ll walk, sore body and all. Thanks anyway.”
As I walked away, I chanted the Dark Gift spell under my breath, Atrum, Donum, Amplio three times and the soreness was alleviated a little bit. I could almost walk normal. Oh well, it’s quite a walk to Xangus’ place. Might as well get started.
Taking the hand drawn map Stephanisa had given me, I set foot outside the inn and had to stop and stare at the confusion and bustle. During the day this place is quite busy. Off to my right, I see a group of warriors, looks like from the {SOC} clan. Whoa! Pretty scary lookin bunch. Would hate to meet them in a dark cave. Everywhere I see merchants, shopkeepers, normal citizens running about.
Stepping out in to the mayhem, not really paying attention, I am almost run over roughshod by a four horse carriage. The driver, apparently being a horseman of great skill, manages to avoid me AND keep the horses and carriage upright and in one piece. Shouting curses and epithets at me for being a clumsy fool, he drives off. But not before I get a good look at the family crest on the doors, the von Baren’s. Wonder what they’re doin here?” Well considering the situation, I figured the Fates were telling me I was supposed to see them here in Byrendell. I decided to follow the carriage as best as I could and try and see where they were going.
I started off at a jog, my muscles and joints putting up a mild protest, but it wasn’t too bad. Chanting the only effective healer spell I knew, I was almost back to normal. Good thing because those horses were some of the best in the land of Shade.
About a half hour later the driver–whose name still eludes my memory–calls the team to al halt, Whew! I was getting a bit winded. It was then that I took a look around. The crowds from earlier had thinned out quite a bit. And after I saw where I was, I understood why. We had ended up at a very dark and sinister looking building. The design was reminiscent of a chapel, but it felt nothing like a place of refuge for a lost soul. This place felt like a tomb. And no wonder. On the wall next to the 2 oaken doors held in place by iron bands was a plaque with one word, CHAOS!
Suddenly, feeling a chill I had felt before, I realised I should not be so visible. Hiding in the alley between a butcher and a clothier, I see Jetrune von Baren exit the carriage. At the precise moment his left foot crosses the Chaos crest engraved in the top of the steps, I see the form of Master von Baren begin to morph into another being . As he is moving quickly and there are a number of large pillars flanking the 50 feet of entrance way, I do not see much other than his hands change from healthy looking, normal hands to what looked like bones with a stretched skin covering. Creepy. Feeling altogether a sense of despair begin to overtake me, I return the way I came, making mental notes so that I could find my way back to that building. I just know the answers that I seek can be found there.
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Post by Insidius on Jan 15, 2006 23:53:06 GMT -7
Installment 12
During my backtracking, I happened to find Xangus’ armor shop. Realizing I could now find my way back to the inn, I let out a huge sigh of relief. I didn’t want to have to ask for directions in this neighborhood.
Going into the dark and dreary shop, I see very little good gear. Most of it is no better that what I’m already in possession of, some quite a bit worse.
“What kind of shop is this?” I mumble to myself. Or so I thought.
“Why the BEST shop in Byrendell, of course!!! Welcome to Xangus’ Armor and Weapons, good sir! I am Xangus. What can I help you with today?” The voice sounded like a chipmunk hopped up on coca root. Very squeaky. I couldn’t see WHERE it was coming from though.
“Where are you? Show yourself, squeaky one.” I called out in all directions as I was walking around a pile of wooden shields stacked around a large pillar. As I looked around the pillar, I saw the origin of that voice. ‘Squeaky one’ probably wasn’t the best choice of terms there. Oh, great. Standing in the large doorway towards the back of the shop was a rather large and strong looking man. Easily 3-4 heads taller than I, (gulp!!) And taking up most of the width of the doorway, Xangus looked very powerful. He was also dressed in the oddest red and white suit.
“Squeaky one!! How dare you refer to the great Xangus that way!! Do you know who I am?” he demanded.
“Uh, as it happens, sir, I do not. A-a-a-a-a-ll I-i-i-i-i-i-i know is that I was told to come here for backup g-g-g-g-g-gear.” I stammered. “I-I-I-I was told that this is the f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fairest shop in Byrendell. M-m-m-m-m-my apologies for the ‘Squeaky one’ comment. I see now I was wr-wr-wr-wrong.”
“Hmmph!! Well you do look wet behind the ears still. I guess no harm done. But you really don’t know Xangus?” He inquired.
“I must say that name hasn’t been heard by me until today. Why don’t you tell me about your story, Master Xangus?” I wanted to make amends, and he seemed eager to tell his tale.
“Well, I suppose. Have you heard about the great bile rat extermination of ‘42?”
“Nope. That was before my time.” Huh, he wants to tell me about a rat extermination that happened 60 years ago? Whatever, I guess.
“Well see the people of Byrendell had this huge bile rat problem then. They tried everything and nothing could get rid of the rats. Then I told the mayor I had an idea.”
“What did you do?” I asked, sort of sarcastically.
He must not have noticed because he answered straight away, “Well, I had this hobby of playing my flute while Dad ran the shop and the rats would follow right along. But as soon as I stopped, they just ran away. Soooo, I told the mayor that if he would pay me 1000 gold pieces, I would play my flute and walk around town. Once I had walked through the whole town, I would then take the rats to the east, tho Slytherra. The wolves and bears would then eat the rats, and we would be done with the problem. But to prevent the rats from coming back, I told the mayor he would have to build a moat around the town. Then because of all the travelers on the bridges, the rats would stay off of the bridges. And that, my good man, is why you do not see a bile rat in Byrendell.” He was beaming with pride when he finished his tale.
“Oh Master Xangus!! I can see now I have missed out on a great tale by not being in school for the last year and a half. Let me now pay respect to the Great Xangus!!!” I said as I dropped to one knee and removed my helm. Maybe I overdid it a tad. Eek!! I hope not. Those hands could mash me flat.
“HO HO HO HO!! You are man of great wisdom!! I like you!! What is your name, again?”
Whew! He must not pick up sarcasm very well. “Well sir, I hadn’t given my name yet, but it is Sid.”
“Ohh a fine name, Master Sid. My youngest’s name is Sid. What do you need today?”
“Well, as you can see, I have some gear.” I said, as I gestured to my mix and match armor. “But, according to Jim, I need a backup set. Preferably the same quality.”
“Jim you say? Not Jim_West, of {BCL}, is it?” he questioned.
“Yeah, that’s him. You know him?”
“Sure! Jim’s a good friend. Not such a good customer anymore. But he sure sends a lot of you young’uns my way. Let’s see what I got for ya eh?” He went to rummaging around in the back room and he brought out some newer stuff. He had a Steel helm, Steel Shield, Glazed Platemail and a Elvish Short Bow.
“Wow! That’s some good stuff. How much do I owe you, Master Xangus?”
Well since Jim sent you, ummm, how about we say 5000 gold?” he said with a little hesitation.
Sensing a bit of haggling was expected, I countered with an offer for 3000 gold. He seemed offended, and almost started to take the stuff back, when I said, “OK. OK. How about 4000 gold?”
“SOLD!!” the jolly old elfish man shouted. The only thing that remained was to actually COUNT 4000 gold out of my pack, which took the better part of an hour.
After donning the new gear and placing my old boiled leather stuff into my pack, I thanked Master Xangus asked for the nearest bank location.
I placed my backup gear and the remainder of my gold in the bank and headed back to the inn and a night of merriment, food and the local ale.
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Post by Insidius on Jan 15, 2006 23:53:53 GMT -7
Installment 13 After making it back to the inn without any other incidents, I made my way to the pub. Stephanisa was there, so I made my way to the bar to order the Boar Ham and new potatoes. After the order was placed, and she had brought the first mug of ale, I said, “Do you know anything about a Master Jetune von Baren?”
Her reply was chilling, “Only enough to know that you shouldn’t be asking after him. He is very powerful and word has it he is also a servant of the Dark Lord, Chaos. The last person that asked me that, turned up dead a week later.”
Shivering against the cold that had somehow worked it’s way into the warmly tended pub, I said, “a servant of Chaos, huh? Does word say why he is a follower of that darkest of the dark?”
“Rumors only, milord. But they concern the death of his father-in-law.”
“You don’t say. Interesting.” Picking up my ale, and flipping her a gold coin, I head over to an empty table. Or it was empty when I sat down. Suddenly, a creature of unknown origin sits down across from me and starts talking a mile a minute.
“Hey pal. Howz ya doing? I’m CatDrgn. Who are you? Where ya from? You’re new here, huh? Whoz your wizzah?” The questions came faster than a follower of Nextilius could cast spells.
“Whoa. Whoa. Slow down there mate! I can only answer one question at a time. And.. Wizzer? Who or what in the name of Chaos is a wizzer?” Man this dude can TALK!
“No. Not ‘wizzer’. Wizzah, you newbie! Grimm, Chaos or Zanden?”, he spit out at me.
“Uhh, Grimm, I guess. How ‘bout you, what did you say your name was again?” This dude was making my head spin.
“CatDrgn’s the name. Following Zanden’s a game. Care to play, newbie?” he asked.
“Not really. Thanks for asking. And why you calling me newbie? I am a 4th level warrior.”, I said proudly, puffing out my chest, although I felt like falling over.
“Because you ain’t tole me yer name yet, newbie, that’s why. Say you look worse than a bile rat that took one too many Firestorms up the you know where. You feel alright?”
“I go by Sid, and no I don’t. Would you help me to my room? I don’t think I can make it myself.” At that I fairly fell off my stool. What in the world is happening to me? I’ve only had 3 sips of my ale, drunk I can’t be.
Thoughts, swirling began. Know not what happening. Say, is that me being carried out the door by strange men in dark cloaks. To my room, Cat dude going to take me?
Waking up with, I’m sure, the worst dry mouth in the history of Shade, I open my eyes and immediately slam them shut. The light is so intense, it feels like they haven’t seen light for a fortnight. Exactly how long have I been asleep? And for that matter where am I? I vaguely recall being carried out of the pub, NOT to my room, and NOT by that Cat whatever his name was.
Turning my head to the side to hopefully not be looking into whatever light was above me, I carefully open my right eye and it seems to be working OK. Now for the left. Good. That one seems to be fine. Turning my face skyward again, I involuntarily heave as if about to puke. No more than 3 feet from me is a picture of the most decayed face I have ever seen and the most disgusting thing I have ever laid eyes on. And it’s not just a picture. This looks like the genuine article. I see bits of flesh hanging and swaying in the slight breeze blowing across my face. I see a sickly yellow glow pulsing where the pupils of this things eyes are. Strangely, I can not detect a smell of rotting flesh though.
Turning a bit to my right, I inaudibly gasp, for I am not lying ON anything. My entire body, from shoulders to ankles, has been bound with a strange material I haven’t seen before, and I am hovering at the top of a large Great Room, with that image on the ceiling. Around the outside of the room are large chairs of the kind usually reserved for kings or royalty. Craning my neck, I see towards my feet the largest, and most ornately decorated, chair of all. Hanging on the walls are heavy tapestries, all depicting a different being of a strange type triumphantly standing over it’s vanquished foe. The hands all look familiar. Where have I seen hands like that before?
Bringing me out of my thoughts is a voice, “Ah, hello there. I see you finally decided to join us. I was getting rather impatient waiting for you to wake up. Really, I was hoping my men hadn’t killed you. Clumsy oafs. Two weeks is a bit unnatural, even under the effects of a properly administered Large Sleeping Potion.”
“TWO WEEKS!?!?!”, I spluttered. “What in Grimm’s name for!!What do you want of me?”, I demanded, trying to turn over so that I could see who it was that was talking.
Grimacing as soon as I said “Grimm”, he answered, “Only to know what it is YOU want of my comrade, Jetrune von Baren.” The voice was sinister and creepy, but where have I heard it before?
“Well, Who the hell are YOU?”, I wanted to know. Remembering Stephanisa’s warning about the last person that asked after von Baren, I needed to stall to figure out how to stay alive.
“You are not in a position to be asking questions that you don’t need answers to, young one. Why do you seek him? And choose your words carefully, for they may be your last.”
Great. Lotta time that bought me. Oh well. “I have a message from Mistress von Baren.” It worked once before, let’s see how it works now.
“Mistress von Baren? Don’t you mean Countess von Baren?”, the unseen being asked.
Sensing an opportunity I said, “Noooo. MISTRESS von Baren is what I said, and I meant exactly that.”
“Hmmm. Could he...? Naaaah! Couldn’t be.” he mumbled. “Are you sure about the Mistress part?” he asked incredulously.
“As sure as I am here discussing it with you. You gonna let me go now, or what?”
“Well I guess I have no other choice then. Or what.”
And before I could reply, the world went black again.
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Post by Insidius on Feb 21, 2006 9:44:28 GMT -7
Waking up with the second worst case of dry mouth in the history of Shade, I look around and see the familiar surroundings of my room at the Inn at Byrendell. Sitting up in bed, I about jump out of my skin when I see P sitting at the end of my bed.
“Oh for Grimm’s sake! Will you quit doing that to me?” I grumbled as I got out of bed.
“Messages”, came the now familiar raspy voice.
“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. Give ‘em to me. And hang around. I might need to reply to these. And what day is it?”
After getting the date from P and realizing I was out for another 2 weeks after my Q&A with von Baren’s ‘comrade’, I opened up the first message, and see that it is dated for 3 weeks ago. It’s from Nicorella.
Good News! Master Mariot has purchased the Inn at Slyythera and I will be running it for him. Can’t wait to see you. Love, Nic.
Reply: Alright!! Yet another reason for me to make it to Sly(as the vets call it), if I ever do. I’ll have to tell you about the wild goose chase Hakkini sent me on. Love, Sid.
Second message is from Caretha dated 2 weeks ago: Hey bro. You never gonna believe the rumor I just heard. Guess who Luwandra van Baren has been seeing since Count von Baren has been gone? Jamestry!! Why she’s older than Ma! Well gotta go. Keep in touch, K?
Reply: Really!?!?! I guess I’m not surprised. She tried to lure me in too, before I set out. Tell Jamestry to be careful. And give Ma my love.
Third message is from Jim dated 10 days ago: Hey man you should be at level 5 by now. Where are you?
Reply: Sorry man, I been otherwise occupied for the last month. Too much to go into in messaging. If you wanna meet me in the Byrendell pub, I tell you ALL about it. Message number four, also from Jim, dated for a week ago: Dude, where the hell are you? You still in the land of Shade? I haven’t seen your name on the warrior list at ALL since I dropped you off and when I knocked on your door, you didn’t answer.
Delete that one.
Fifth message was BY far the most intriguing, and the most unsettling. Dated 3 days ago and from von Baren himself, it reads: I am VERY intrigued about this mistress claim you have made. Reply to this message as soon as you awaken and we will meet.
Hmmm. I really do not want to meet him right now. I am fairly certain he knows who I am, and once he finds out the mistress thing is a fake, I'm sure he wouldn't have ANY qualms about killing me. But how do I avoid him and his comrades? They have already shown they can capture me at will. I'll have to think about it. Right now though, I am starving and thirsty as hell. Gonna head to the pub.
Walking in, I see Stephanisa. Realizing that I haven't paid my room bill for almost a month, I ask her how much I owe.
"Nothing, Master Sid. The person who brought you back paid you up for 2 months."
"OK thanks. Can I get a mug of that new ale, Beer of Root, and a plate of the Boar ham and those righteous hashbrowns?"
As she put my order in, I thought to myself, 'Hmmm. Paid 2 months in advance am I? Probably so as to not raise suspicion when I turn up dead."
About then Stephanisa returned with my order. Paying and giving her a generous tip, I take my food and start to look for a table. Holy enraged rabbits! No empty tables! It must be that Demon S guy is loose again. The one that slowed Yelo down. Scanning the room for a table I can feel comfortable at, I see one occupied by 3 younger looking people, sorta my age, wearing same quality of gear. I should fit in there OK.
Walking over, I say, "Mind if I join you?"
The one on the right, a burly and hairy looking dude, more sprawled in than sitting in, the chair, answered first. "Name's Chr-1739. This is Chr-2684 and that lovely young thing over there goes by chtsalot. “What handle you go by?" His companions said the obligatory hello’s, and after the introductory handshake, I sat down at the empty chair.
“Sid’s the name. Nice to meet y’all. How long y’all been here in Shade?”
The woman(girl?) chtsalot answered, “I’ve been here the longest. A couple weeks. These two yahoos, on the other hand, “ as she gestured with what had to be the most perfect hands I have ever seen, “have only been here for about a week. How about you?”
“I’ve been here all my life, but only about a month and a half ago earned the right to be a warrior in the land of Shade. Y’all enjoying yourselves so far?” I asked.
A chorus of “YES” sprang from their mouths, and Chr-2684, asked, “How come you’re not a higher level then? I have a friend in Sly that said he leveled up to level 8 in a month.”
Let’s see what they think of this. “Well for the last month or so, I have been a captive of a servant of Chaos and haven’t been able to hunt. You all been in the catacombs, right?”
A look of disbelief and scorn showed on their faces and chtsalot said, “Yeah, we all been in the catacombs, but as soon as we hit level 4, none of us could find the entrance anymore. Like it’s protected by magic. But what’s this about being a captive of a servant of Chaos? Do you know their name? Where were you being held? How did you escape?”
Hmmm. She seems a tad over-curious. Maybe I should keep an eye on her, eh?
“Oh that sucks about the catacombs. Oh well. More opportunity out in the real world, anyway. “ Put the catacombs question to rest, now onto the meat. “As far as a servant of Chaos holding me captive, let me give you a little background.” And in between mouthfuls of food I gave them the short version of the events surrounding myself and Jetune von Baren.
Chr-1739 seemed open to the idea that a servant of Chaos wouldn’t just outright kill someone. By the look on his face, 2684 thought I was lying about the whole thing and chtsalot seemed like she was totally enthralled with the tale.
“So now that you know all about me, what’s y’all’s stories?” I inquired. I had an idea and for it to work, I was going to need a favor from one of these 3. Motioning to the serving wench, I said, “A round on me, eh love?”
Once the ales arrived, the stories began.
Starting at her decision to leave her home in a place called LOTR, chtsalot described her short life as a Shade warrior battling bile rats during the day and night screechers at night. Nothing remarkable, but I could see the determination in her eyes to be considered elite.
1739 recounted a harrowing tale of missed chances, narrow escapes and lost identity due to the Demon S wandering the land of Shade. He said that periodically he would wake up and not remember a thing. Given time and more rest though, things returned to normal.
2648 told proudly of his parents sending him to the land of Shade with the best of everything and lacking nothing. He looked to be the least experienced of the three and said the least about life outside of the walls of Byrendell.
Since the gear he was wearing was no better than my own, we asked were his ‘best of everything’ gear was. He told us he kept it in his room that his parents had prepaid the bill for 2 years on. He wasn’t wearing it out in public ‘til he could defend it, he said. Smart move there. Not so smart though, telling 3 people barely more than strangers where he kept his best stuff.
The pub had started to empty out quite a bit (I guess Demon S had retreated to his lair for the time being) and seeing as how she had just arrived downstairs, chtsalot said she was going hunting and said her goodbyes which were returned with promises to hunt with her later. 1739 decided he was going to go with her and took his leave as well, leaving me with 2648.
We talked a while longer about how his parents were so good to him and how he didn’t have to work for anything. All the while I was trying to explain to him that not everyone has it as good as him and to be more humble, but he wasn’t getting it. As he started to get up to go hunt, I said, “Can I ask you to do me a favor for 1000 gp?”
Not wanting to turn down free gold, he said, “What favor?”
“Oh I have a meeting with the clergy from my church. Ma set it up, and I don’t particularly want to go. If I don’t, Ma will find out and be mad at me. If you go though, she’ll see how ‘well’ I’m doing and be happy and no one will be the wiser. Whadya say? Easiest gold you’ll ever make.” Probably last gold, too, but I ain’t telling him that.
“Sure. Gold first though. When’s the meeting?” he asked.
“Tomorrow. 3pm in my room. Be there 30 minutes before so we can set things up. And wear your good gear, K?. I want him to think I’m doing good so he will tell Ma. Half the gold right before the meeting. The other half after the meeting.”
“Sure. Whatever. What room you in?”
I told him the number and bought him another round of that marvelous Beer of Root, said my G’days and headed to the bank.
After withdrawing the 1000 gold, I got to thinking. After this meeting, von Baren is going to think I am dead. It’s not going to be good if there is still a Sid, son of Scaldon running around Shade. I’m going to have to come up with a new name and identity. What could I become after escaping something as insidious as a servant of Chaos bent on killing me? Something different than I am now, yet similar, so that those who know me now, would still know me afterwards. Hmmm. Well, that can wait for now. Gotta make some arrangements with Stephanisa, because after tomorrow, Byrendell is not going to be a place I want to be for a while.
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Post by Insidius on Feb 21, 2006 9:47:07 GMT -7
After a mostly sleepless night, dawn broke out upon the land of Shade. And what a glorious morning it was! The sun shone brightly and I could hear the songs of the birds in the park across the street. I sure hope that’s a good omen for the events of later today.
Predictably, P is sitting at the foot of my bed and as soon as I am fully awake, he says, “Messages,” in that now annoyingly raspy voice.
“Yeah. How many?” I asked.
“Three,” he replied.
“OK.” Good not too many.
First is from Jim. “Well nice to know you’re still around. I thought you had given up and went back to mommy. I’ll be in town today. Are you at the inn Stephanisa works at? She said she had seen you, but not for a couple weeks.”
Reply, “Yeah. That’s the one. Look me up when you get here. “
Second from someone I never heard of, Gricely? Who in the gates of Hell is that? That was answered soon enough. “This message is to confirm the meeting with master von Baren at 3 p.m. in Byrendell. Be at the prearranged place and time. Do not reply to this message.”
OK. Third message is from Caretha. Oh, cool. “Hey bro. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Nicorella sends her love as well. I had no idea. You are a lucky guy! Hope you have a great birthday. You can’t have any worse than all of your others”
Man, is today my birthday? With all the crap going on and being out of it for a month, I guess I totally forgot about my birthday. Uh oh. I never have good luck on my birthday. One year, I had to get my head stitched up after getting smacked with a swing Dad had hung in the big oak out back. Another year, another head stitching. This time from an elbow to the forehead while playing ball with my friends. That’s not a good sign. Oh well. Reply. “Thanks. Pray for me today will ya. I think I’m going to need it. Love, Sid.”
I had talked to Stephanisa and she agreed to refund the prepaid room, as long as I promised to stay there when I happened to be back in Byrendell. The deal was secured with me agreeing to keep my writings to this point with her, and when I returned, I would get them back. Sounds like a fair enough deal. Just in case something happens to the inn though, I had made a spare copy overnight. After breakfast I will take them to the bank.
Heading down stairs in my gear, I stop at the landing and quickly survey the room. I see nothing out of the ordinary, but I DO see Jim sitting at a corner table with a couple of fair maidens. Catching his eye, he starts to shout, “Hey over here man!” Acknowledging him with a discreet wave of the hand, I head to the bar to order breakfast. I place my order for Boar bacon and Scrambled Bat eggs and head over to Jim’s table with my Beer of Root in hand.
“Hey stranger!! How ya been?” he asked. I could tell he was a bit under the spell of the local ale, Ale of Stout.
“Could be worse. Can we talk? In private?” I said, glancing at the lovely ladies at the table.
“Sure, kid. I’ll see you two later,” he said as he kissed the brunette and swatted the red heads ass. “What’s up?”
As I told him the story of my dad and von Baren all the way through the recent events, I couldn’t detect a trace of fear. I wasn't sure if he didn’t care or what it was. He must be one cool customer.
When I finished, he said, “Wow, Sid. You are in a mess. Good thinking though about that newbie. You think you’ll be able to pull it off?”
“I hope so. I don’t really feel like being a marked man and hunted all over Shade. You think it’ll work?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether this von Baren guy suspects something. You have any dealings with him before?”
“Nope. Not him directly. Just his son as I mentioned. And a small thing with his wife.”
“OH!!!! I didn’t think you had it in you Sid. Way to go!!!!” he chortled.
“Huh? Oh. No WAY man. If I was in trouble now, can you imagine what trouble I would be in if I did? Are you crazy?!?!?”
“Oh well. You may want to introduce me to her at some time.”
“I think she’s poison, but if you want, be my guest. But, right now, my younger brother seems to be getting ensnared in her web.”
“Your brother?!?!? You don’t say. Sounds like she needs a real man,” He mused.
“Yeah, whatever. Can we get back to this meeting? What do you think is going to happen in there?”
“Well I think as soon as the door closes, your newb friend is dead, that’s what I think. And if it was me doing the killing, I would search the room to make sure there were no witnesses.”
“Great. What am I going to do? 2468 is expecting me to be in the closet.”
“I would hide in the closet. I have a set of Nightshade armor you can borrow for today. It has some special abilities that apparently make you somewhat invisible.”
“Is that going to work?” I asked nervously.
“As long as you stay way back in the shadows it should.”
“Well let’s go see how well it will work, shall we? I will feel more comfortable if I test it out 1st.”
“Yeah sure. Let’s go to the bank. You got stuff to deposit, right?”
“Just my writings. Can I put them in yours? I wanna set up a new account in Sly with my new name and identity.”
“Sure. Might be awhile before you get ‘em back out, though.”
“That’s all right. At least I know they’ll be safe.”
After going to the bank, we headed back to my room and Jim put the gear on and got in the closet. He was right, as long as I stayed back in the shadows, I would be almost impossible to see. If I put a few more items in the closet, I should be good to go.
Giving Jim almost all my gold, I told him I would meet him in Sly after leveling up to 6. By now it was about 1pm and I had to get myself ready for the afternoon’s events. So I bid him farewell.
I headed back down to the pub for some Beer of Root to settle my stomach, which had started acting like a convention of pancake cooks had set up camp. After my 3rd mug of the frothy beverage, I realized time had passed quickly and it was now almost half past two. After flipping a gold piece to the serving wench, I hurried up to my room.
After arranging the chair and table to be in my view peering out of the closet I hear a knock at the door and a voice call out, “Sid.”
Cracking the door, I see 2468 decked out in his good armor. Whistling softly as I let him in, I asked, “Holy gates of Hell, you weren’t kidding, were you? What kind of gear is that? I’ve never seen it before.”
He proudly told me it was Golden Baron armor and he was wearing roughly 1.5 million in gold counting the sword he carried in the ornate scabbard.
“Damn! That’s a lot for armor!! Does it make you more powerful or something?” “Yeah, when I get hit, it lessens the damage I take and I feel stronger and more alive when I wear it.”
“Well, pal you got quite a set of duds there. I am impressed.”
“I hope I can wear them soon. They are quite nice and comfortable.”
“Yeah, I’ll say. So here’s the 500 gold. What I need you to do, is just talk to him for a bit. He may ask about something I said about a mistress. That’s a private joke we have between us. The next part is, ‘I was mistaken. It is your wife that is a mistress.’ He’ll start laughing and then you just kinda BS your way through the rest.” I said, knowing full well he wasn’t going to get that far.
“Ok sounds easy enough. Where you gonna be?”
“In the closet right here.” I replied as I moved around him and opened the door.
“Alright then.”
“Hey man. Thanks so much. I really appreciate this. You hardly knowing me and all.”
“Hey no problem. I need the gold. Dad mortgaged his life to buy me this gear and I need gold FAST.”
Dodging the pang of guilt flying around the room, I said, “Well he should be here shortly. I’m gonna get in the closet and just wait, K? Help yourself to some refreshments.”
“OK.” he said as he turned around and started munching on the fresh fruit plate I had sent up.
No sooner had I donned the Nightshade gear(not so easy in a closet) than a knock sounded loudly in the room.
2468 walked over to the door and opened it. Suddenly . . .
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Post by Insidius on Mar 28, 2006 0:57:52 GMT -7
Installment 16
...there was a blinding flash of light that just totally CONSUMED the area 2468 was standing in.
Not bothering to close the door to the closet, I pressed myself as far back into the closet as I could, and I don’t mind saying I was scared out of my wits. Through the crack between the slightly ajar door and the wall, I see another blinding flash and hear nothing except the slight sizzle signifying burning fat.
To no one in particular I hear the voice of von Baren say, “Mistress von Baren, my heiney. As you should know, the lich species is not able to use tools, only their minds and what tricks they have learned. Don’t mess with me you little snot nosed brat of Scaldon! I know you can hear me til you are resurrected by Zanden, so hear this: Stay out of my way, or you’ll get more of that. How’d you like the Wrath of Mages searing your flesh and boiling your blood? I’ll bet not. Remember this lesson well, for it can be taught many times over, newbie.”
Turning to exit the door, von Baren is stopped short by the frightened lackey in the hallway, “What of the armor he was wearing, oh Master?”
“Leave it as a present for the next inhabitant of this room. Throw it in the closet and clean the floor. Make it quick, Iskundra, we have other matters to attend to.”
As soon as he finished the last word, the closet door swung open and Iskundra lobbed the armor into the closet. The helm landed right on my exposed fingers. Stifling a yelp, I prayed that he would do his master’s bidding and be done quickly. The contents of my stomach had decided they would rather reside somewhere else, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in forever.
Right then I heard a voice that sounded familiar call out, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
Iskundra replied, “Oh Sir Yelo. It is Iskundra, newest servant to the one previously known as Jetrune von Baren. I am finishing up a matter of personal business for the Master.”
YELO!! What’s he doing here?
“Well, I’m looking for Sid. He supposedly has my diary and he sent me off to deliver a message to the King, but all he gave me was a recipe for goblin jerky. And not a very good one at that.”
“Oh dear. He was the personal business the Master just took care of. As you can see I am just clearing the remains of another addition to the Wall of Fame for Master Vontrael.”
“Great. I was hunting for him because he made a fool of me in front of the King and he needs to be taught a lesson. And I want my diary back.”
“Well, I do not think he will be returning here anytime soon. You better get on with the business of Lord Chaos for the time being.”
“Yeah suppose I better. See ya ‘round, man.”
Yelo and Iskundra left then, leaving me alone with my thoughts. First of all though, this pack of enraged rabbits in my stomach have got to be let out. Finding the washbasin, I let loose the contents of my stomach. Now that that was out of the way, I resumed thinking about what had just happened. What happened to Yelo’s diary? I felt kinda bad about the swap of the message, but at the time I didn’t know if I could trust him or not. It turned out OK since the message ended up being bogus, but unfortunately, he doesn’t know that. Gonna have to explain that one sometime, but not now. Can’t blow my cover to one apparently so closely allied to Vontrael or von Baren, whatever his name is. Gotta send a message to Jim about the diary, I guess. And what was that Vontrael said about resurrecting? Definitely gotta ask Jim some questions.
By now some time had passed and I felt OK about getting out of the closet. Still moving quietly, I stood up and remembered the gear 2468 was wearing. Dragging it out of the closet into the light of the room I inspected it closely. It was some of the most beautiful workmanship I had ever seen. The armor was a golden hue and set with jewels. Inscribed on the inside were the initials H T It felt light and heavy at the same time and I could sense...something unknown about the armor.
Putting it on and stashing my other gear in my pack, I peeked out of the door and saw no one in the hall. Quickly exiting the door so no one would see me, I walked briskly down the hall to the stairs. I descended quickly and passed the front desk, glancing at Stephanisa. Never before had I seen a smile on her that big! And She was looking right at me! This armor has some special properties, indeed! Not wanting her to realize who it was, I nodded quickly and was out the door.
Making my way to the bank, I deposited the gear from 2468 and re-equipped my old gear. While that other stuff was just fantastic, I knew if I wore that out in the world, I would be a target for sure. Once I can defend my self against all the denizens of Shade, only then will I wear that grade of armor.
Making my way to a new pub, I pay for a night’s lodging, a meal and an ale and summon P.
Jim, What happened to that diary, I gave you? And what is this I hear about resurrecting? Also, I picked up some gear of a golden color with the initials H T inscribed in it. What kind is it and is it any good?
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Post by Insidius on May 8, 2006 9:39:30 GMT -7
After getting settled at the new inn using my new pseudonym, Insidius, I was just relaxing on the cot, reflecting on the days’ events. Suddenly, P appeared at my feet. He’s not so bad once you get used to him. I wasn’t startled a bit when he popped up from nowhere.
“Messages.”
“Really. As if there’s anything else you would be bringing.”I wonder if he reads sarcasm? “Hang tight while I read these.”
Actually it was just one, from Jim, broken into 3 messages. “LOL. Man you are wet behind the ears. I already told you, when you die, Zanden brings you back to the last town you was at and you lose a bit of exp. The higher your level the more exp you lose.”
“Diary? Oh yeah. I dropped it off at the Coradale inn on the south edge of town. Told ‘em to hold it for you or that yelo guy.”
“Golden gear? WHERE in the name of Chaos did you get that? That’s some pretty high end gear. Wouldn’t wear that out in the world if I were you. Not for a while yet anyway.”
Reply: “Duh! Sorry! Bein’ put to sleep by a sleeping potion seems to affect my memory. Thanks for the confirmation on the gear. It’s stashed in the bank for now. As far as the diary, at least you didn’t throw it on the ground and piss all over it. See ya.”
“Hey P do you know the guy going by the name of yelo?” I asked hopefully.
Seeing his one head bob that signaled yes, I wrote a message. “yelo, your diary can be found at the Coradale Inn on the south edge of town.”
Sending P on his way, I felt suddenly tired. Realizing it was nearly midnight, I figured I’d better get some rest. Tomorrow I continue my quest to be a respected warrior of Shade.
Awakening the next morning was a bit disorienting. I jumped up, my mind racing, not really remembering where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Relieved, I equipped the armor I had gotten from Hakkini, and set out for a bit of a hunt. First though, gotta hit the shop for some healing potions. After filling my pack with potions, I set out to the north to go hunt some goblins. Also, I had heard a tale of a cavern to the east. Supposedly, the lair for a goblin king. Sounds like an adventure.
Setting out to the northeast initially, (I had heard horrible tales of the elves in the Eastern Forest. Don’t wanna mess with them yet.) I found a narrow bridge overgrown with moss and vines and flanked by 2 dead trees on both ends. The bridge was made of stone and looked quite sturdy, despite it’s apparent lack of use.
I started across and about halfway across, I hear a sound that meant trouble. “Ffffffftttt” I feel rather than see an arrow whiz past me. Looking in the direction it came from, I see a Goblin Archer readying another lethal dart. Acting quickly, I dodge to the west. His second shot was well wide to the east. Whew! He must not have noticed me move. Quickly running to the north to get next to the archer where my short sword could do some damage, I see to the west a Goblin Warrior. Well, he doesn’t have a bow so I don’t need to worry about him yet. Taking a mighty swing with my sword, I am dismayed when the archer dances out of it’s path at the last second. He must be very athletic for his race. Dancing to the east, I miss the arrow aimed straight at my heart. As he comes closer, I again swing my mightiest swing and this time I feel the contact made by the sword as it bites into the armor of the goblin. He looks barely damaged! “What in the name of Chaos...??”Barely doing any damage to him, I realize this might take a while. Dancing away to the east again, I glance to the west. Good! The warrior seems to have taken up with some other denizen of Shade. And P? What’s he doing here? Re-focusing on staying alive, I hack at the archer again, I am rewarded with a solid blow, this time spilling a bit of that vile goblin ichor. Feeling good–perhaps a bit too good–I swing again, this time missing completely. He, however, manages to get a shot off and the arrow pierces my right thigh. Howling in pain, I move to the east again, dodging another deadly arrow in the process. Suddenly, an arrow lodges itself my right shoulder. “What?!?!?” Glancing east, I see another Goblin Archer. Great. 2 of them, and I haven’t even gotten the one even close to dying yet. Moving to the south and then the east to get out of their lines of fire I limped as fast as I could to the east to get next to number 2, wincing with every step. Slicing at number 2, I make good contact with him and draw a little ichor. About this time, number 1 has caught up and begins firing away. His first shot misses, second shot is dead on and embeds itself in my left shoulder. Reaching into my pack for a potion, I feel another arrow make itself at home in my neck. Before I can drink the healing elixir–for some reason I feel like I am moving in quicksand–I feel a last arrow pierce my body. This one in my chest. Then my vision slowly fades into an darkness of the blackest sort.
A moment or two later, I am aware of something behind me. Behind me? I’m dead, aren’t I? Turning around(I guess so, whatever.), I see floating in the infinite blackness, (yet it is warm and not at all cold as I was brought up to believe) an exactreplica of the face I saw in von Baren’s friends chamber. A little startled, I hear a faint voice. “I, Chaos, Deity of Order, offer you a place in my army of the undead. I have seen your progress and you are the kind of warrior I am looking for. Untold power awaits those who choose wisely. Will you join me?”
“Deity of Order, huh? Why is your name Chaos then? Doesn’t seem to match.” I pondered silently. Or so I thought. “Power of what sort?”
“Forget the name, I offer unimaginable and limitless power. Join me.” came the urgent whisper.
A little frightened at the prospect of Chaos himself speaking to me and since I had been brought up as a follower of Grimm, of course I felt the only choice was to decline. However, something caused a slight hesitation in my response. Probably jitters. Choosing the only road I had ever known, I opted to remain a servant of Grimm as a mortal. Chaos’ visage fades away, replaced by that of P. Huh? I don’t get a chance to ask him what’s going on, as I see his face slide out of my vision.
Awakening a short time later in my room at the She’ra’ton, I see P waiting for me.
“Message, Master.”
“Here.” I said as a reached for the parchment.
The message was from yelo, “Who is this? How do you know about my diary?”
“This is Sid, the kid you took the message from. I gave the diary to Jim_West of BCL. He said the diary awaits you or I. I shall not be returning to Coradale anytime soon, so you should retrieve it.”
After P left, I pondered on the offer made by Chaos. Power? What kind of power? Why does he want me? Kinda cool to be recruited, but why me? And why did I hesitate about the choice I know is “right”?
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Post by Insidius on Jun 1, 2006 19:10:51 GMT -7
Feeling a bit nauseous and weak after resurrecting, I decide to head to the pub for some of the fine food, intoxicating ale and some company. After all, misery loves company, right? And what better way to forget having to be resurrected than with a little liquid happiness.
I step out of my room into the hall and head down the hallway, feeling a slight chill. A fair distance from the room, I encounter a couple of the many lovely maidens of Shade. Nodding my greeting and bowing to them as a gentleman should, I hear a couple of giggles. At the deepest part of my bow, I notice something’s a tad off. My boots! Where are they? And for that matter where are my leggings? Realizing a little late the source of that chill, and placing my hands to strategically cover what little dignity I had left, I ran back to my room, all the while, chortles of laughter ringing in my ears. Hastily shutting the door behind my bare and red faced retreat, I hear the laughter and voice of someone familiar...
Waking up in a cold sweat, I look around the room. Sitting in the chair by the window is Jamestry, laughing his ass off. At least my dream was a dream and not real. Whew!!
“What are you doing here? At what is so damned funny?” I demand, still a bit sleepy.
“Oh, sorry. Just laughing at this joke about the undead, the mortal and the lich who went into the bar. 1000 gold same as in town, my ass,” he said, as he almost collapsed in another spasm of laughter.
“Great.” Hopefully the sarcasm was evident. “You’ll have to tell me later. What are you doing here?” I asked again, as I stood up to get “dressed” in my under armor clothes.
He looked nervous, he was sitting on the edge of the chair leaning forward, but rocking back and forth a bit, and his voice faltered as he started, “I-I-I know we’ve had our differences, but you are still my brother. Just thought you’d want to hear this in person, rather than through the grapevine.”
“Hear what?” I growled.
“Well, it’s like this. Ma’s struggling again since the Countess cut off the support was providing and we’ve kinda been seein’ each other..”
“You and the Countess? You know she’s married right? Are you crazy?!?!?!” I exploded. “Jetrune will kill you man. He already tried to kill me once. She’s poison, bro. Stay away.”
“Well, I can’t seein’ how we already married.” He said as he glaced up at me. “And I don’t need to worry about Jetrune. Luwandra divorced him all legal and proper. She heard stories about him and his Chaotic rituals. She got everything. Left Cora with his tail between his legs he did.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as me. If not more.
“Well, you be careful no matter how “gone” he seems to be. From what I’ve seen and heard, those “stories” aren’t just stories. He tried to kill me once.”
“Well, he screwed up. She’s not his anymore.”
“Be careful just the same. Just ‘cause he screwed up, doesn’t mean he ain’t pissed. And I’ve found that amongst followers of Chaos, might often means right, whether they’re wrong or right in the eyes of the denizens of Shade. How’s Ma and everyone?” I asked, wanting to change the subject.
“Ma could be better, I’m a little worried about her. She wouldn’t come live at the guest house when I married Luwandra and her boss said she’s been lookin’ pale and sickly. Won’t say anything’s wrong though. Caretha and Thaddeus tell me she’s doin’ OK, but I know better. She won’t let anyone help her though. She’s just as stubborn as Dad was.”
“Yeah, Dad was a stubborn one, alright. You know how to get me a message?” I asked.
“Sure, Caretha does. Why?”
“I’ll send her a message to let you know how. I want a message the instant you hear anything about Ma. Or Jetrune von Baren for that matter. Still trying to prove his guilt in Dad’s and Elvren’s deaths.”
“OK. Will do. I gotta get back,” he said as he stood up. “Luwandra’s waiting on me so we can take our honeymoon, if you get my meaning.”
Yeah, I do. Get going. Remember the instant you hear ANYTHING, K?.” I said as I walked him to the door.
“Yeah, take care of yourself bro.”
“You too. You got more to worry about than I do, new wife, jealous ex-husband. Later.”
“Later.” he said. As we shook hands and embraced. I couldn’t shake the feeling that would be the last time I would see him alive.
Watching him depart, I suddenly became aware of the Shade Demon Lord residing in my belly and the Breath of Dragon residing in my throat. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days, so I headed down to the pub for some vittles and ales.
Walking in, I felt everyone’s eyes upon me. I nervously walked up to the bar and placed my order and waited for it to be prepared. Keeping my senses alert as I was waiting I glanced around the place. Everyone seemed uneasy, but it looked like everyone was having a good time. A couple of times, people approached and asked me if I was alright. Feeling hungry but fine, I said that I was OK, and they departed.
When my order came up, I took it over to an empty table and dug in. About halfway through, I see a warrior coming my way. Dressed in well used but well cared for armor, he was carrying a extra pack that looked to be quite full. As he approached my table, he tossed the pack on the table then sat down. “You need some gear, Sid?”
“Uhhh, sure I could use some. Lost mine in a battle with goblins. But who are you and how do you know me?” I asked quite puzzled, trying to figure out where I’ve met him before.
“Jim told me you ran into some trouble and lost your gear. I had some extra gear I was going to sell to the shop, but figured you needed it more than I needed the gold. Name’s daReaper. Nice to meet you.” he said as he extended his hand.
“How’d Jim know? I haven’t spoken to him since I died and res’d.”
“Man he’s got informants all over. Mostly women, of course.” he said, chuckling to himself.
“Well thanks. I owe you anything?”
“Nope. Just do one thing from now on.” Leaning in closer and motioning me to do the same, he glanced from side to side before continuing. “When you die, don’t rez til your gear gets rescued by someone you trust. Sucks trying to replace gear if you ain’t got the means, know what I mean?”
“Yeah it would. So you in BCL too?” I asked between bites of steak.
“Not yet. Gotta kill the Goblin King and bring back a Fist of Lao, then I get in. You wanna go with?”
“Sure. That’s where I was headin, when I ran into my unfortunate demise. When?”
“As soon as you finish your food. No sense waiting. Someone beats us there and it’ll take the Goblins a month to choose a new king. I ain’t waitin’ that long.”
“Ok. I’m done. They overcooked my steak. Damn newb cooks. What do I need to bring?” I asked excitedly.
“Everything you need is in that pack. Make sure you inscribe those spells too. We especially gonna need the healing.”
Grabbing the pack, I stood up. “I’ll be back in 10. Wait here.” As I walked out, I flipped a tenner to the serving wench, giving her a wink in the process. And to my amazement, she winked back. Whoa! Gonna have to follow up on that later.
As I walked up to my room, I started a message to Jim. “Hey man. You know daReaper? He says he knows you and I don’t know if I trust him. Please reply ASAP.” P showed up as soon as I was done. Flipping him a 20gp, I said, “make it quick, K?”
"As you wish, Master Sid." And with a cloud of smoke he was gone.
Donning the gear, I was amazed at the quality of gear I was being gifted. Elven robes, Shield of dragon Eye, Chaos Helm and a Elvish short sword. Good stuff for a beginner. Well hopefully I’ll earn it on this trip.
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Post by Insidius on Jun 3, 2006 20:01:23 GMT -7
A SMALL DISCLAIMER TO START THIS ONE.
This installment is PURE fiction from the mind of Insidious and NO element herein should be considered as fact in the game of Shade.
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“Hey man, can we stop at the bank on the way out? Don’t wanna take up pack space w/ my back up gear.”
“Sure. Make it fast though. Others will beat us there if we don’t hurry.”
“Thanks bro.”
I popped into the bank, deposited the leathers and grabbed a couple of potions I had stashed and we headed out north.
Coming upon the bridge where I was “ambushed” recently, I became a little hesitant and my pace slowed. My head was turning about at a relentless speed and my eyes darted back and forth.
Sensing my reluctance, Reaper(as I found his name to actually be), abruptly stopped and asked, “What’s wrong, man? You look as jumpy as a virgin on her wedding night. You OK?”
Halting as well, I turned towards him, keeping my senses on alert. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just that this is about the spot where I died last night. Little nervous, you know?”
“Relax. I’m here. I can save you from a couple of goblins, if I have to. We can work as a team. Your not by yourself here. Comprende?”
“Yeah. I guess.” I said, still not entirely convinced. I knew not of his fighting capabilities. For all I knew, he could be full of hot air. I hadn’t heard back from Jim yet, so I wasn’t sure how far I could trust him.
“Dude, listen to me. You’re not gettin’ it. In the land of Shade, nothing is forever. Death is not forever. You got resurrected, right? The only permanent death is the one where you give up. Grimm made sure of that. Gear is not permanent. You can fight with ANY gear, right? The only permanent gear loss is when you give up. Level loss isn’t permanent, they can be regained. Being scared to try again is the first step to permanent death. Because death and gear aren’t permanent, feel free to take risks, challenge yourself, challenge being normal, DARE to be great. That’s what you want, right? To be considered great and eclipse your father’s tainted memory?”
“Yeah. Wait. What about my dad’s tainted memory? What do you know about that? Where’d you hear about it?” I demanded. I trusted him less now than before, if that was possible. The only people I knew who had an inkling about how I felt were Jim and Nicorella.
“Jim shared a bit of your story with me. I knew right then we would be buds. You see, I also lost my dad to an injustice. I can sympathize with your thoughts and dreams cause they’re mine too.”
“He did, huh?” Where is P when I need him? “Well, I can see your point about death not being permanent and all that. It’s just something I’ll need to learn, I suppose.”
“Yeah it won’t take long. That’s the one thing you need as a warrior of Shade. A fearlessness that no matter what you lose, you can still continue on, courtesy of Grimm.”
“What do you mean, ‘courtesy of Grimm’?” I wondered.
“You don’t know?!?!” he asked with a tone of incredulity. “Oh, that’s right. You weren’t able to attend advanced warrior school. I almost forgot. Well, the story is that one of the things Grimm the Sorcerer was trying to do when he was seeking power, was to stop death. His beloved wife, Hansel, was suffering from a rare disease that none of the healers could identify, let alone cure. Chaos knew this and found that if Grimm performed one of the rituals that would bring him to this world, then death would cease to be permanent in the land of Shade. He began to whisper across the planes into the willing and fertile mind of Grimm. Chaos’ minions would be invincible! Or so he thought. In Chaos’ lust to inhabit Shade, he failed to realize that everyone involved in the battle between good and evil would not taste permanent death until they chose to do so. To paraphrase the old saying for every dark, there also must be a light, you know.”
“Oh. So that’s the reason the legends of G_3, Abel and the others continue to grow. I get it now. Let’s go kick some goblin ass!!!!” I shouted.
“That’s the spirit. Let’s go.”
As we walked east after passing the bridge, he told me about his father’s demise. He had also been accused of a murder he didn’t commit and once convicted, he snapped. As he killed the judge, he was heard to shout, “If you think I killed someone, I might as well make you right!!!!!!”
Right after that story, we heard a noise in the bushes to our north. Tensing and preparing for the worst, we see a pack of 3 wolves emerge from the undergrowth.
Reaper shouted, “You take the big one. I’ll take the 2 small ones. Stay even with me so I can heal you if you need it.”
Advancing to the north, I move to the east slightly to separate the pack. The big one followed me. The other two went with him. Good. Swinging my sword, I hit nothing but air. Reaper laughed and said, “Hit him with a spell or two before he gets closer.” Glancing at my spell”book” I had secured to my wrist, I decided to try the Magic Blade spell Reaper had given to me. I chanted “Magus, Lamna, Eminus, Nortus” and watched as nothing happened. Trying it again, “Magus, Lamna, Eminus, Nortus” I was pleased to se a magically created blade launch from my hands and hit the wolf right in the chest. As it had knocked him back a half step, and feeling only slightly weakened from the first 2, I tried again. “Magus, Lamna, Eminus, Nortus” and was rewarded again with damage to the wolf. By now though he was right on top of me, and snapped his huge jaws at me. Barely missing me, he managed to tear a hole in my pack. As I danced back to the west. I glanced back to make sure the valuable potions were secure for the moment. As the wolf drew near again, I stabbed with my sword and drew blood. Dodging another snap of those monstrous jaws, I glanced to the west and saw Reaper had already killed one of ‘his’ beasts. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my right leg. Damn that wolf was fast! Slicing horizontally from left to right, I managed to hit him again. Seeing he was dazed, I attacked again. Another hit. And again. Missed And again. Missed. Danced east. Another bite on the leg, this one on the left, not as bad as the first. Fully angry now. I started just hacking and slashing, missing more than I hit. Taking damage every few moments. Finally, after about 10 minutes of battle, the wolf carcass moved no longer. Relieved, I reach into my pack to drink a potion, but as I do, I am bathed in a golden light and I am healed slightly. Another glow, almost totally healed. I hear Reaper say, “Tsk, tsk. Mustn’t use what you don’t need. Pots should only be used in emergencies. Use your magic first to build up it’s strength. You’ll thank me later.” Turning, I see he has dispatched his 2 beasts and already skinned them. He must be pretty good to have done that. After skinning my wolf and packing the skin to sell we head east again, interrupted only by a few goblins and wolves.
Working as a team, we easily defeat these obstacles and with weary, yet stronger bodies and minds, we come upon the town of Cloven Pine. Dragging our selves past the town gates, we go to the nearest shop, Xangus’ Armor and Weapons II, to sell the goblin equipment we had picked up along the way.
Feeling good, I said, “Let’s go get an ale.”
“No,” was the firm reply.
“Why? I’m thirsty and tired,” I protested.
“I told you. Killing the Goblin King is my ticket into {BCL} and I want in as soon as possible. We go tonight. Fill your pack with potions and we’ll go.” he said as he picked up his already brisk pace.
Sensing he wasn’t taking any crap, I said, “Ok. I can make pots as we go. You know where we’re going?”
“I have a map from Mac’s Maps. Guaranteed to be the most accurate map, or your money back.”
Just as I was about to reply, I see over his shoulder, a familiar face coming towards us. P has shown up at last! “Hold on. I got messages. Could be from Jim.”
Groaning, he sits down on the bench outside the bank we has been walking to.
“Oh, quit your bitchin’. It’ll only take a sec.”
P stopped in front of him, extended his hand and in his best raspy voice said, “Messages.” As I took them from P, I glanced at Reaper. The look on his face was one of pure awe and therefore, priceless. Turning my attention to the messages, I see one from Jim. I t reads, “Oh yeah. Forgot to mention him. Too busy wenching, you know me. Sorry. He’s cool.”
Reply: “Thanks alot. Almost level 6. We going to kill Goblin King.”
Next: from Chr-2468. Uh-oh this can’t be good. “YOU F’N THIEF!! WHERE’S MY GEAR?!?! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS YOU FILTHY JERK!!”
Showing that one to Reaper, I told the story behind it and he chuckled, “Good one. You ready?”
“Hold on. Gotta reply to this..”
“Whoa!! Do NOT reply to that unless you do want your ass kicked. By me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You changed your name right? Well, if you reply, he finds out your new name. You don’t want that do you?”
“Yeah you’re right. Garbage for that one. And the last is from Nicorella, my girl. If you’ll excuse me?”
“Sure make it quick. We gotta hurry.”
Opening the message, I was on cloud nine. Upon reading the message, Cloud nine was replaced by thunder heads. “Sid, sorry to have to tell you this way, but I am engaged to another man. Too long a story for this message. I’m sorry is all I can say and I know it’s not enough. Look me up when you get to Sly.”
Feeling gut-punched and angrier than a mama bear whose cubs have been stolen, I said stiffly, “Let’s go. See ya P.”
Reaper said,“You OK man.”
“I said, LET’S GO. I’m not talking about it.”
“K. Let me know if you do. Not healthy to keep that kind of anger bottled up.”
“Oh it ain’t gonna be bottled up for long. We going to the Goblin King, right? I’m sure there’s gonna be plenty of anger venting opportunities on the way.”
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