OOC: Okay, I have been updating the maps. This map: http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=teerbenuahtrolmmap3sv.png
is a zoomed in map of our location. I did no put the markings of the ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“TombsÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ or underground areas of where we will start. The fact is I want your imagination to participate as much as mine. Now, time to answer DreamÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s questions:
1. You worked under the soils. There are portals where you transport to. That will come at a later time once we actually get under the mines. Humans live everywhere. They are the ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“dominateÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ species- or so they think. This is for political gain more so than spiritual although the decapitation is a spiritual gain, the political evolved by a ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“breakingÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ of the treaty. The armies are moving in and towards- why do you think the villages are burning?
2. I would be a ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“smarty-pantsÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ if I were to say, ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œNo duh.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? To say the least, yes the larger rivers are main streams while the smaller ones are obviously smaller rivers.
3. I was actually about to discuss that in the next piece. RangÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢shead is an actual place in the Cale Mountains. ThatÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s my twist. The Goblins to the far East are also having issues with the Cale Mountains, formerly known as the RangÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢shead Mountains. A twist which shall unravel later on. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â‚¬Å“ YouÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢re on the ball Dream!
4. I already have marked an ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“XÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ on this map.
Now, to sum it up if you do have any more questions, please contact me via PM or email me at email@example.com
I do respond.
There came four echoing clicks on cold marble floor. It was created by a gold marble staff, nearly six feet standing. An Elder stood, his back hunched over as white robes dressed him. His eyes faded green with age as well as his pale complexion. Elu breathed heavily, standing flat formed over an altar. Down below he witnessed forty columns of great stone men. All seemed to be looking at one direction- Northeast. Doors opened from the rear as people crowded in, their voices carrying to EluÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s aged ears.
ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œCome.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He croaked softly, his echo danced around the room as the two candles burned out next to him. He heard their gasps and wails, wants and desires. He heard them all but he did not listen. The burned out flames quickly lit with a dim blue glow, casting a stone color to his features. He looked down, stomping his staff once more and hearing the echo. Silence. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œBring them all.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He said once more, hunger lurking in his eyes as he licked his bottom lip.
Two soft echoÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s pounded back in response as another set of doors opened. Clinks and clanks hit the floor as did soft brushes on the smooth marble floor. Through the blue light he made out twelve women dressed in white, their legs, wrists, and slender hips shackled by blue mithril chains. A satisfactory smile spread across his lips. In all the lands he had them all, one by one as they walked silently to the middle of the floor. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œGood evening.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He politely said from atop the altar. Silence.
His staff beat once more. This time from a linear line, the women formed in a circle. A symbol was marked in twelve lines, pointing to each of the women. He looked at the blue flames and flicked his eyes to one line that was pointing to nothing. He counted the girls. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œEleven?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He mumbled, his voice echoing downwards. A pounding of his staff sent in loyalists, surrounding the women. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œWhere is the last one?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? EluÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s lip cracked in anger as there was no response. He looked at the stone soldiers pointing in the Northeast direction. They did no move, only looked out. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œSo.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He mumbled. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œOne travels north while the other travels south. We shall pay a little visit to the north.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He mumbled to himself, stomping his staff once more to dismiss the rather morbid virgins.
He needed the twelfth, for it relied to find the lost Rod of Sir Nomen Leet.
Yinkus counted down the tallies. They had defeated another battle and lost a small amount of men in the Southwest region. He calculated over the numbers he killed in TeerÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢Benuah. He grunted once more, idling his view towards his naked wife, Siquest. She was asleep, wrapped in thick animal skin from the previous ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“exercises.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ He rambled on the thought of his error in finding what needed to be found.
ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œCaptain.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? A hollow voice came. A quick jerk back to reality as Yinkus bore a thick finger over his lips, her scent mingling on his body. The soldier nodded his head and looked over at Siquest who didnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t move. The soldier shut the flap of the tent and waited as Yinkus stepped out, wrapping himself in bear skin. He shut the flap softly and pointed to a walking direction, noting the protection around his tent.
ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œYou have something to say.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? Yinkus finally said. The solider nodded his head. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œI am sorry to disturb you mÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢lord, but a visitor awaits you.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? Yinkus arched a thick brow and snorted. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œYou have come to disturb my thoughts for a mere peasant?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? The solider shook his head. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œNo mÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢lord. I couldnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t, nobody couldnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t turn down his authority.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œThen who do you loyal with boy? A man or a peasant?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? The solider stopped at a smaller tent and moved his arm in the direction. Yinkus grunted in annoyance and walked with a firm expression reading : ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“Move and die.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢
After a glance at a hunched over figure, Yinkus sat down on Dragon skin. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œSpeak.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? He abruptly stated. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œAh, the mighty Yinkus. I have been waiting here for nearly ten minutes. News is slow.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? The raspy voice came. Yinkus snorted once more, leaning back. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œSo the old fool comes to visit a human. Tell me, what brings your kind here, Master Leet.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬?
There came a grin sprawled over EluÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s face.
Alexia stretched quietly. Her mood seemed to brighten for no particular reason. She was going on an adventure. No, a quest. She was going to seek true peace that should have been laid generations ago. The thought, generation seemed to be enclosed in a puddle of mud- or at least in some sort of murky water.
Knowledge had been buried and churned into myth which seemed to disappear into bedtime stories. Until now. Alexia felt a warmth swarm through her body, wondering if it was the scrolls magic that gave her that certain spark of energy. No, it was getting hotter. Her clothes seemed to stick against her flesh. Already the lining of her dress was becoming her bare body. She didnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t care however. Nothing seemed to matter at this particular moment, except the North.
There was another feeling that came through her. This one seemed relaxing and warm. Inviting. Care-free. There came a soft smile across her lips as she realized the mole-man had asked her a question near five minutes ago. She sighed, her senses rushing back as she tried to recall the mole-mans curiosity. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“Tethon, tell me, what do you make of the desert? You say we need light clothing upon our backs, what about during the night? Does it not get cold?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢
Alexia paused before continuing on. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‹Å“Have you traveled with my father to the desert before?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢
Alexia needed something to keep her mind off while she had time to relax and think of herself, as selfish as it sounded.
OOC: I hope this was good enough for now.