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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #50 on: November 15, 2006, 07:14:34 AM »
Kadarin shrugged - though he knew how to travel streets and maintain a low profile, he knew his limits.  Instead, he was going upstairs to let Dujek know what happened.  Dujek was most helpful during the item research, and though he dabbled in areas Kadarin chose to avoid, he was a fellow magus.

As for the morning, Kadarin was an early riser in any case, so he would see what happened then.


   
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #51 on: November 15, 2006, 11:35:50 AM »
Leaving the Landlubber, his pockets a touch more empty than when he came and his head full of ideas and his belly full of wine, Vee made his was back to his room back at the Kettle. He would have plenty of time to practice some of the whip maneuvers that Vallance had told him off, but not now. He wanted to go north, but he wanted to see if any of the others would accompany him. Up until the night when the Xaren had burst through the floor of the Inn he had been going it alone, but since working with a group he had done quite alot better.

"Ah Moruz, just the person I was looking for," Vee felt a pain, as he would have taken Aeth as well, if he wasn't gone to Senren's bosom. "I was looking for some companions to head north to the Great Escarpment. I got an interesting lead from the head of the traveling circus."


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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #52 on: November 15, 2006, 11:43:19 AM »
"Well, I heard of one Veitch, if this he be, then be wary - 'tis said he's mean as a Drow stepmother. As I heard, some sorceress ran off with his betrothed, if the rumor's to be believed, and no kidnapping it was! Since that day oh so fateful and amusing (for others, that is) he held a passionate hatred of all mages and most women, and wasn't pleasant to others as well - not that he was a philanthrope before. And, allegedly, while he's greedy like a dragon, he does this just for the thrill of the hunt. But then, ya don't believe every rumour, do ya? And if he turns out to be THAT Veitch, we can still smack him, and smack him good. With no guild to back him up - none will have him! - it will be a swift smacking indeed."
Turning towards the tinkling and sparkling outlander, Glordren added: "And, sir, even if none other decide to join you, our paths coincide - I was seeking to explore ancient ruins of religious significance in exactly that direction, to unearth lore and whatever of interest may lie within, and, exploring being such lonely biz, was looking for a few steeled fellows, hard as rock to stand 'gainst ill, and lively of spirit to golden up my day... but let us first raise a toast to all of ye, for I know that at least MY lady smiles at your valliant deeds!"
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #53 on: November 15, 2006, 04:26:43 PM »
As Maegla talked, the taste of the blind woman’s badly overspiced squirrel stew reminded Vorodon of his childhood, even as it made his eyes water.  Memories rose to the surface, idyllic times from his youth.

Papa was at the battered table on the mountain cabin’s shady back porch, cleaning and dressing his kills after a successful hunt.  While he worked, the hulking mercenary Volgottir jovially gave pointers to his young son, chatting with the lad in the guttural language of the Volgotoi people.  These times were always exciting for little Vorodon, as his father often made presents of the colorful tattoos with which the hill bandits adorned their skin.

“Little Volye, you want to be careful when you’re dealing with the city folk,” he suggested.  “Their livers are often swollen and unhealthy because of all the lies they tell.  They aren’t like the Hill Folk; they betray even their own kin.  It’s better to devour their hearts instead; that way you can be sure that their Lower Spirits, the spirits of their weaknesses, won’t come back to haunt you. 

“Their hearts will make you strong.  You can add them to stew; they need to simmer slowly, and then be chopped finely.  Otherwise they’re chewy as shoe leather,” advised the massive creature as he set some of the lean brigand’s better cuts aside to be roasted later. 

“Volye, you need to get cleaned up and come inside,” called his mother from the cabin’s humble kitchen.  Her voice was musical with the sing-song dialect of the Hill People.  “The squirrel stew is ready!”

“Papa, do I HAVE to?  Getting cleaned up before I eat is so dumb!  I’ll just get dirty again,” the petulant child pointed out. “And I’m not hungry, anyway!”

“You listen to your Mama, little one,” his father ordered, his voice rumbling the way it always did when he wasn’t to be argued with.  “I understand that cleaning yourself so often is silly, but you need to listen to your mother.  Someday you’ll be all grown up and have a wife to order you around, so you’d better get used to doing what you’re told.”


Vorodon’s reverie was cut off by the sordid tale that Maegla shared with him.  At first, he found it hard to credit, but he was starting to learn the blind woman’s body language, and she gave no indication of treachery.  So, Senior Leftenant Hepple Faerax man, had ambushed Bross so that he could steal Bross’ woman, then had forced him to leave town when that plan failed.  Of all the treacherous, womanish tricks! 

After digesting that unpleasant information for a few minutes, Vorodon reached a few equally unpleasant conclusions:  Leftenant Faerax had to be the one responsible for Maegla’s rape as well.  The man was either a fool or he would have more treachery prepared; he couldn’t risk that Bross would come home unscathed to seek revenge.  Now that Maegla had found Vorodon to champion her, it wouldn’t be long before Senior Leftenant came after him as well.  Very well, if that was to happen, Vorodon would be ready!

“Nice Lady Maegla!  You come now for Inn!  Friend Insecter hear need for to how happen!  Bad mans come more, need for Maegla take things and come for Inn!  Then Vorodon help.  Nice Lady, for to hide must!  Manys mens in town strange; strange mens make guard more… faoss… to work, they no to found can you.  Ott!” he rapidly told the girl in garbled Common, seized by the suspicion that they didn’t have much time.  Forcing himself to slow down, he began speaking more carefully, “Maegla, Leftenant not be happy much you found way escape him.  He want to try stop.  I need help to project, no… protect Maegla.  Take you things in here, we hide you!  Then Vorodon go find Bross.  Good?” 

Moving rapidly, he began preparing for the perilous journey back to the Inn.  They'd better stay in the shadows and back alleys, he thought to himself.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #54 on: November 16, 2006, 07:16:42 PM »
Just as Moruz was preparing to leave to his room and retire for the night, Vee burst through the door, "Ah Moruz, just the person I was looking for! I was looking for some companions to head north to the Great Escarpment. I got an interesting lead from the head of the traveling circus." The glass shifter paused and glanced at Vee before nodding, "We leave with the dawn, Vee. Get some sleep." Before taking up his own advice, Moruz shifted his gaze to Glordren, "You are welcome to follow, and you can try to convince me to aid you while we travel, Raixtni. However, dawn comes ever-closer, and there is much walking to do tomorrow; I suggest you get some sleep." With that said, Moruz made his way upstairs to his room, and lay himself down to sleep.

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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #55 on: November 16, 2006, 08:28:22 PM »
Aerex's brow furrowed.  Too many decisions to make!  What should he do, if anything, about Veitch?  Where should he go from here?  There was little else in Ganse, save exploring the gypsy town which would provide but a little passing entertainment, only delaying the inevitable.  There was still the matter of the Imperial silver bars that needed to be reported, and he felt guilt in leaving Aethelstan's body to be left to scavengers.  He pulled his leather-bound criminal codex out and flipped to the back.  A title page was labeled "Appendix C: Outposts & Stations".  "I may join you to the North, friend, if indeed that's where I need to be," he muttered to Glorden.  Aerex thumbed through the appendix, looking for the nearest outpost to Ganse...

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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #56 on: November 17, 2006, 07:40:12 AM »
Vorodon helped the blind woman quickly gather her valuables, wrapping the most fragile items in cloth and bundling all together into a depressingly small package, a few dozen items that summed up two lives that had only begun to intertwine.  Maegla’s humble treasures fit into a sack that Vorodon could pick up with one hand:  A bone comb carved with flowers, a case of needles and colorful threads, a battered set of bronze broaches, items only Maegla could truly value.  Her meager wardrobe completed the package.  She fetched a small box from under her bed; this she carried herself, tucked securely under the girdle of her simple gown.  Vorodon thought that he recognized the box from Bross’ days in the Army, when Bross had kept a few personal items in it.  Worthless, it was still Bross’ most precious treasure, a gift from his peasant mother.

After stopping to water the tiny plot of garden herbs she had growing beside her door, the awkward pair set out.  They kept to the alleys and back ways, Vorodon’s helm concealing his face as he shambled along in the shadows, Maegla’s hand grasping his massive arm. 

Despite the late hour, some travelers were yet about.  Drunken roisterers meandered confusedly, wandering into the alleys to relieve themselves or be ill.  A band of young ruffians swaggered closer, oblivious to the hulking warrior hidden within the darkness.  He drew forth one of the deadly missiles that filled his quiver, but the bravos suddenly froze as they heard the scraping noise of his armor’s overlapping plates.  Staring blindly into the darkness, the toughs suddenly veered fearfully away from the alleyway and headed down an adjacent street.

Soon, the two of them found themselves a few minutes’ walk from the Harpy’s Kettle.  As Vorodon stalked down the filth-littered alleyway toward his goal, he froze as Maegla’s hand clamped down on his arm.  Seconds later, he could make out the voices she had heard passing:  A trio of guardsmen, profanely cursing the night, their commander, and anything else that crossed their path.   As they waited silently there, woodenly waiting for the guardsmen to pass, Vorodon glanced down to see scuttling shapes gliding among the garbage around their feet.  Massive centipedes were curiously inspecting the invading feet that had entered their trash-strewn realm.  With agonizing caution, Vorodon picked Maegla up from the ground, sure that he would be heard moving by the nearby men.  He could feel the disgusting creatures feeling their way up his stout boots, scuttling over his greaves; finally he could stand it no longer!  Expecting to feel the creature’s toxic bite at any second, he kicked out, flinging the creepy myriapod off his leg!  It flew quietly into a pile of filth several feet away.  As the irritated creatures began to boil forth from the alley’s trash heaps, he hurriedly strode from the alley, stumbling over debris as he went. 

From the far end of the alley, Vorodon could hear the curious guardsmen approaching the strange racket.  They approached the alley, but then their leader stopped them, calling out, “Hold it!  There’s a nest of myrie bugs in there!  Keep clear, they have a nasty bite!” 

While the cautious guardsmen debated, Vorodon quickly made his way clear.  Finding a parallel street, he and Maegla rushed across the last bit to the Harpy’s Kettle, eager to share their information with the others of the “Treasured Chest”.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #57 on: November 17, 2006, 07:56:25 PM »
As the dwarf shouted for brandy, Jjuldae shut his eyes, and breathed in serenity.
"So be it," he said. "This was not my choice, but is as good as any. I shall follow with your company, if you should not be angered by it; it is my desire to go where the mountain child shall. I sense our destinies intertwined."
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #58 on: November 17, 2006, 09:48:40 PM »
The Harpy's Kettle, Upstairs/Downstairs


--Aerex read from his codex and determined that north, situated along the cliffs of Great Escarpment, there indeed was an imperial outpost. The farthest flung of the Empire’s outposts in fact, and one of its oldest, still acknowledged by Jantir and still actively manned due to its strategic location along the endless, jagged fault-line, separating the young city-states of Cazulun in the north from the ancient, profligate lands of the Nameless Empire in the south.

--Moruz ascended the inn stairs in silence, disappearing in the shadowy corridor. Dujek was still fast asleep and painfully snoring when Kadarin had gone to check on him. Mouse was curved up in a ball below the bed resembling a napping cat.

--Tristan was in the taproom brooding, as Tristan was wont to do, studying the companions. He was not sure what to make of the new “additions”. The dwarf with gold coins tattooed on the palms of his meaty hands, the “mountain-child”, as his equally bizarre companion had called him, would have to prove his loyalty before he could be trusted, the priest considered. His people’s voracious greed was well known to Tristan. The druid, the eerie, crimson-painted man of the Stone Soul, was even more worrisome to the Triguian. It was Trigu’s light, which had beaten back the gray of the “Old Ways” over the decades and few Triguians and Druids, rare as the latter were, ever saw eye to eye on anything.

--Glordren Blarchtmir, along with a few others, was deep in his cups, well past midnight. The dwarf regaled the group with tales and saluted and toasted incessantly. Vee had to admit this “mountain-child” was likable.
 
--For the second time that night, Jjuldae felt his nemesis near. He could smell it even. It had grown bold, the druid surmised. It was drawing closer. Let it come, he thought dourly, it was time to face his pursuer. Let the eldritch beast come.

--A soft knock sounded on the second story room door, where Kadarin was checking on the dreaming Dujek. Kadarin turned to see the door open ajar. Tristan stood there and nodded, slowly making his way to the sleeping necromancer, and sitting on the bed beside him.

“I have come to heal him friend”, he said glancing at Kadarin briefly. “The mage could use Trigu’s blessing anew, and while he sleeps, he cannot complain or decry Trigu, eh friend?” Tristan smiled a wide grin.

--Meanwhile back downstairs, Talia sat at the bar absent-mindedly staring and picking at a cold, roasted duck leg. Her thoughts were her own, but at the sight of the half-ogre and his escort entering the inn, she turned with mild interest. Vorodon had just rushed through the doors, an attractive, milky-eyed woman clinging to the half-ogre’s arm. Introductions were made anew, the woman shyly nodding, Vorodon talking and gesturing at his new companions.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #59 on: November 18, 2006, 12:08:46 AM »
Talia regarded Vorodon and his companion with interest.  They seemed an ill-matched pair, but she had the feeling that they fit together, somehow.  She hadn't decided what she was going to do yet.  She'd avenged her caravan and had done her duty.  Now she was realizing that she'd been so focused on that that she hadn't given a thought to what she would do after.  She didn't want to find a caravan to join just yet.  Maybe she'd go north with the others, they were good people, and she could depend on them in a fight, mostly.  
She'd decide before morning.  Right now, there were other things going on.  She eyed the big ogre and his friend.  "You two look like you've had a bit of excitement."
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #60 on: November 18, 2006, 10:30:18 AM »
Pleasantly warmed by the brandy and the interesting company, Glordren studied the company - an interesting bunch, plus, if they were able to co-exist with such colorful companions they sure had an accomodating character.
The chit-and-chat went on, just the wizard and Triguan priest had withdrawn.
"So, inspector - we'll be carrying that imperial gold north, over the mountains? Sure not an easy task, for they're treacherous and untamed... still, 'tis a plan I understand - I couldn't be happy spending gold that is not mine either. It knows where it belongs..." Sipping a gulp of the heavy draught Glordren added: "I sure must get gold I can honestly call mine - see, there's a girl back home, a lass buxom and strong as the bones of the earth, skilled mason to boot, who's just waiting to marry me - provided I earn a nice dowry with these hands. My divine lady, too, would be delighted by an offering of gold pure and shining" he grinned "now you know why I left home. Whether merchant, crafter or adventuring priest I be, all of them are ones, and will earn me a place nice and cozy. What's with you, mister Matare: why are you hunting criminals in the wilderness, rather than the busy streets of a city? There sure must be more of them there, aye?"
The dwarf slammed his mug against the table: "Well, we'll see how much scum for hanging is in the woods, rightey?"
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #61 on: November 18, 2006, 11:05:27 AM »
Safely ensconced within the Harpy’s Kettle, Vorodon planned to waste no time.  This girl needed their help.  Carefully guiding Maegla to a secluded corner table, the hill warrior asked Talia, Vee, and the others to join them.  Once there, he began laboriously to explain what had happened.

“Name woman here have Maegla; she marry secret of friend guard Bross. She need help much bad, guard Senior Leftenant Hepple Faerax send Bross go Greet Cliff, then Leftnant hurt nice lady.  Leftenant want Bross die; then he steal Bross woman!”

Witnessing the puzzled expressions of his new comrades’ faces, the hulking halfbreed turned and asked Maegla to explain.  She was clearly dismayed.  Hesitant to confide her dilemma in the safety of her own home, Maegla was mortified at the idea of sharing her secrets with a bunch of strangers in an inn.  She tried haltingly to explain, fighting back tears.  This wasn’t what she wanted!

Bit by bit, Vorodon was able to coax the important parts of the sordid tale from Maegla.  Now, if the others knew someone that could shelter the unfortunate girl, she would be safe while he went north to find Bross.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #62 on: November 18, 2006, 11:24:36 AM »
"Well electroplate me and call me an idol." Vee said, tipping back what might be his last cup of wine for the night. "The brute brings us about the prettiest thing I've seen since I last saw my mother's eyes, and in need to boot. That happens to be the direction that I am going, so I see no harm in lending a helping hand. I've never been able to say no to a pretty lady." Vee said.

"But it will have to wait until morning. It's too late to set out tonight, and half of our companions have already retreated into Maya's Embrace. You look on edge, perhaps I could buy you a cup of wine?" Vee offered Maegla, quite sincere in his intentions, or perhaps his lack of intentions.


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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #63 on: November 18, 2006, 05:17:10 PM »
Kadarin looked at Tristan carefully.  He wonders if the accusations are true

"I don't know about that, Tristan - in many lands, casting spells/prayers upon people without their consent is a rather serious offense.  Now, from what I've seen of your diety and his power, I am quite impressed, but if someone cast a spell on me without my consent, I would consider them an enemy.  Wait for the morning and have your debate with him then.  If he does burst into flame from Trigu's holy power, I'd rather be somewhere else anyway."
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #64 on: November 18, 2006, 05:45:34 PM »
Within the taproom, Tristan enjoyed a cup of mildly spiced wine that he had finally gotten once the bounty hunter had left. He contemplated reading more of the very interesting booklet he had gotten from the chapel, then decided against it. Such reading was best done with a clear head, and his was muddled in a way that no wine could ever do. Thoughts of Dujek haunted him, and he felt a nagging pain inside his chest each time he thought of what he would be held responsible for in the hereafter if the man truly was a necromancer. Finally, he decided. Whether or not he would be held responsible for actions not even confirmed as truth, he could still be a friend and witness to the very lost man.

The Triguian stood up, stretching a few kinks out of his back before making his way upstairs towards where Dujek lay sleeping and Kadarin stood vigil over him. One more candle to ward off the darkness surrounding the maybe-necromancer's soul wouldn't hurt.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #65 on: November 18, 2006, 09:17:16 PM »
Waking from his dreams of his childhood and travels his thoughts briefly alighted on the last place he'd rested his head, in Thorp Tareholt.  A nice place for a couple of days, until that stupid brat of the Captain's had come charging into his room at the inn without even knocking, and had caught sight of the walking hand he had been working on at the time.  Barely had time to gather up my books before I had to run out of the tavern as the villagers burnt it to the ground..

"If he does burst into flame from Trigu's holy power, I'd rather be somewhere else anyway."

"Wha-," opening his eyes he saw the priest and Kadarin standing by his door, whispering back and forth.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #66 on: November 18, 2006, 09:18:30 PM »
--Vee had never imbibed more wine than he did that night.

Trying to keep up with Glordren the dwarven priest, who drank his brandy as if it was water, proved foolish, but it had been no less fun trying, the rogue thought, as he threw his last dart at the corkboard and staggered downwards from the exertion. His head felt leaden, and he decided to remain on the cold inn floor awhile, just to rest a bit. He was in a deep slumber less than a minute before completing his last thought.

--Jjuldae roosted in the corner of the taproom doing his best to ignore the festivities around him, all the while sipping his potent herbal drink of choice. Only he could hear a wind rise outside, the gentle, but insistent susurrus of the night.

--“As you say, friend, as you say”, Tristan smiled at Kadarin. He touched his hand to Dujek’s dented forehead and muttered what sounded like a prayer. Dujek was fast asleep. Ten feet above him on a wooden shelf, Koschei kept a vigil on his master. As Tristan reached out to “bless” Dujek, the lizard leapt down with murderous intentions, landing squarely on the Triguian’s outstretched arm and quickly scurrying upwards in an attempt to bite the priest’s eye. Tristan rose suddenly and violently shook the lizard off his shoulder, sending the petite reptile crashing into the opposite wall. Seeing the look on Kadarin’s face, Tristan smiled once more, a smile devoid of any merriment, then unexpectedly lunged at the young mage, an alien hatred in his eyes, effortlessly drawing a dagger from his robe. A dagger dripping viscous globs, Kadarin had a moment to notice, gaping in astonishment at the coming priest, as he fumbled for his own wand!

Finally Dujek woke. "Wha-"

At exactly that moment, the door opened again and Tristan(!), Kadarin cursed his eyes, stared at the scene unfolding before him.

--Vorodon told Talia his companion's sordid tale, while Maegla was doing her best to remain meek and unobtrusive.

--Glordren was playing darts with Vee and Aerex, up until the moment Vee passed out from drink. Aerex drank and played, but was lost in his own thoughts. He decided that he definitely enjoyed the dwarf’s company however, and paused for a bit, before answering the priest.

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What's with you, mister Matare: why are you hunting criminals in the wilderness, rather than the busy streets of a city? There sure must be more of them there, aye?"

--Moruz slept...and dreamt. His lost fingers were on his hand once more. He was back in Kalcha, as men called it, the Black-Snake Desert.


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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #67 on: November 18, 2006, 09:39:52 PM »
No time for a spell...

Remembering the visions of the wand of Chaos, Kadarin invoked the power of the wand, hoping something useful would happen.

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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #68 on: November 18, 2006, 10:06:24 PM »
Had he drank too much, or was he just hallucinating? The face he was seeing was...himself?! A page flew through his mind from an old manuscript on dangerous creatures about a number of creatures that could change shape at will. Most were rather nasty, and none followed the Light, which meant that something which had taken his face was not him, and most definitely was not a good being.

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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #69 on: November 18, 2006, 10:17:41 PM »
"DIE!!!" the lizard yelled as it jumped on Tristan.  The stupid thin-

Dujek rolled out of the bed and stumbled to the wall as Tristan grabbed a knife and went to attack him.  And then the door opened and the priest stood in the door.  The priest?! Dujek decided he must been dreaming still, but dying in a dream is no less real.  Where's my cane, or my knife?
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #70 on: November 18, 2006, 11:59:03 PM »
No sooner had the tired-looking priest taken his leave of the common room than a strange ruckus broke out from upstairs.  Vorodon could hear the man’s voice ringing out in some sort of battle cry.  His abortive attempt to explain Bross’ secret marriage cut off, he rose and took the stairs, three at a time, drawing his battle axe as he rushed up the stairs.  As he thundered toward the fray, he shouted the ancient battle cry his father had taught him as a child, “Dran Ou Melka’an! (Which translates roughly as, “Don’t MAKE me come upstairs, or you’ll be sorry!)
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #71 on: November 19, 2006, 12:03:27 AM »
It took Talia a few minutes to make head or tail of the story, then she nodded decisively.  She turned to the blind woman.  "Well, if this lieutentant person is after you, then clearly you can't stay here.  Might not be the best idea to go home tonight.  I've got a double, you can stay with me, then head out with us tomorrow.  I think we're all going nor-"

Suddenly she heard a shout from upstairs.  It sounded like...  Ah, bloody hell, the others had gotten in trouble.  She jumped up and ran for the stairs.  Hopefully the girl would be safe enough in the meantime.  Vorodon had also started for the stairs.  Fortunately, it was big enough for two to go side by side.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #72 on: November 19, 2006, 12:10:00 AM »
Aerex's dart slammed into the worn cork board.  "Very true, Sir Blarchtmir," he said coldly, aiming his second dart.  "There are many, many wicked men in the cities."  He threw again, the dart sailing into the target.  He glanced over at Maegla again.  Overhearing Vorodon's telling of her tale was almost too much for him.  He had seen women being used all too often in Jantir's cold streets.  But by an officer of the law?  The anger was overwhelming.  Something snapped...

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"I don't know what you want me to do, Aerex," Jorgan said, leaning against the brick building that formed one side of the dark alley.

"I mean, we've got to do something, right?" Aerex pleaded.  He had told his old friend everything that had happened, from the investigation's findings to his demotion.

Jorgan's gloved hand rubbed his iron gray beard.  "So he just, like, denied the whole thing?"  He still seemed doubtful the whole situation Aerex described was true.

Aerex's eyes widened.  "Yes!" he said emphatically, his breath visible in the cold moonlight.  "And it was so clear, Jorgan, so clear he knew what was going on.  I mean, you believe me, right?"

Jorgan's eyes darted.  "Yes..." he said slowly, nodding almost imperceptively.  "Yes, I believe you."

"You... you know something, don't you?" Aerex asked.  He could tell when Jorgan was saying less than he knew.  Even with the older man's impressive twenty years on the force, he couldn't hide his thoughts very well.

Jorgan bit his lip, considering his words.  "Sentes," he blurted, his eyes shifting again as though expecting someone to pop out from around the corner.  "Tairo Sentes."

Aerex blinked.  "Sen... your partner?  Your subordinate?"  He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Jorgan nodded shamefully.  "He's been selling contraband to Sergent Alyr for a few months now.  He thinks I don't know."  Jorgan snorted, puffs of warm air flowing from his nostrils.  "He's a d**n young punk, thinkin' I don't know."

"Why haven't you reported him?" Aerex hissed.

Jorgan's eyes finally locked with Aerex.  They were cold and hard.  "To who, Aerex?  Who would I report him to?  Alyr's my superior, for Dynast's sakes!  He'd have me sacked!"  His voice was defensive and pleading at the same time.

Aerex sputtered.  He didn't know, of course.  "Well... well we've got to do something."

Jorgan sighed, his eyes closing.  "All we can do is abide by the law, Aerex.  We're bound by a code.  They don't follow it, that's their problem."

"It's our problem too."

"Is it?" Jorgan demanded.  "And why should it be?  When the whole system is corrupt, you've just got to..." He searched for the right words.  "Take it like it is."  He waved his hand as though trying to shoo the thought away like a bug.

Aerex stepped back and shook his head.  "That's it, Jorgan?  Just 'take it like it is'?  I don't think I can do that."

Jorgan stood up straight, removing himself from the wall.  He was a good head and a half taller than Aerex.  The officer crossed his thick arms over his barrel chest.  "And what are you gonna do about it?"

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Aerex grabbed his mug and downed the last bit of ale.  "Brother Glorden,  I think I shall retire for the night," he said in a strange monotone.  Without waiting for a response, he slammed a few coppers on the bar and marched angrily upstairs.  If not for his thoughts, he would have heard the commotion sooner.  Now halfway up the stairs, he regretted having left his sword in the inn room.  He grabbed the dagger from his boot and rushed up the stairs.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #73 on: November 19, 2006, 05:50:07 AM »
Yarrr. By Mordairn's hammer and Morenna's black stare. Corruption. Rapists. Spineless svine. The orkses were not so bad - at least they were honest about smashing your head in!
Glordren made a mental note, marking the names of the felons. As soon as the lass was in safety, he'd return and hammer a few lines of sense into the slabs of their souls. Or their skulls. Preferrably. Justice may be blind, but it's servants are not.
Just then, the ruckuss broke out. with screams upstairs and the sound of steel drawn. On the chair next to where the inspector had sat, his sword rested, a blade that would not be drawn this eve.

The stairs - well, Glordren had no hope that with the Volgottoi and the others upstair, he'd move his broad frame through to the fray, though his fists itched for battle after hearing the tales of human treason. No sense in trying that. Grabbing his trusty morningstar, he charged the other direction, out, to stand below the windows of the guest wing - if anything they faced tried to escape, he'd bash it good. In the shadow of a barrel stack he stood, readying his shield to batter down anything suspicious.
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Re: Adventurers-Upon-Return (Chap II)
« Reply #74 on: November 19, 2006, 02:16:26 PM »
The druid remained seated. Shouts and commotions held sway in this structure, and it's hot, humid, dense air, thick and contained, clotted in Jjuldae's lungs unhealthily. He looked inward, towards the eternal truths in his self-divinity. Just beyond the wall, he could hear the wind in the street, rustling, hushed, furtively hissing, a lonely night-time street tenant inhabiting the spaces that the settled folk had abandoned while the moon ruled the sky.

Jjuldae searched for the senseless whisper, the white-noise voice of the emissaries of the Far Away. His incantations rose to beat themselves pointlessly against the ears of the Old Ones. He had to know where it was. It was coming, and soon, and it was bold. The White Wolf, with its feet in the unseen world, now ate away the miles between itself and Jjuldae. All of them were in danger because of his own cowardice.
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