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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #25 on: February 21, 2012, 02:49:41 PM »
Anoikis is a mess to be sure, vomit, wine stains and sweat.  Yet he hasn't relaxed and replies in a low Northland dialect of Orcish.  "This is the second summonling  that has attacked us in as many minutes, and I am sure a startled a flesh and blood two-legger (Northland Orcish form humanoid)  when I tripped over my wine flask. I think that person was waiting fro Bram"  He smiles and back into his broken accented verison of the groups shared language he whispers "I'd bet yous mother n alls her bad magic dat dere is somebody watching us."  He winks and smile at Huk and nods to the north west of their current position.   

OCC: I'd handle Anoikis point of view but feel free to move him around, I hope I have gotten his tone down.


Elsewhere at that very moment in the isolated village of Crom Cruac.  Lilith Blackcandle awoke in her wood framed bear skin bed.  Everything was familiar, the glow of the dying bonfires in the town square outside outlined the closed shutters of her bed chamber.   Her two husbands were asleep on either side of her. She could still smell smoke in her hair and on the skin of her younger husband’s back.  She couldn’t have been asleep long, but she felt completely awake. Her mouth was dry and her blood was racing.  It was no wonder with the bonfires and all that dancing through the smoke, her humors were not doubt out of balance.  She needed to bring her phlegm up with some water.  Not wanting to wake Nance or Gorat, she sat up, slid to the foot of the bed and then climbed over the time worn foot-board. 

She slipped around the beaded bed chamber curtain and into the main room of her house remembering briefly the hours she watched Nance thread the beads to make the curtain.  The fire in main room was still crackeling and the mosaic of the wolf’s head  Nance had built into the chimney stared at her with fierce red tiled eyes.  She stepped softly towards the fireplace and the bucket of water resting by the hearth.  Her legs and back were stiff from the dancing, her right shoulder sore from the hours she worked with cleaver in preparation for the feast, but these were the blessed pains of a holy festival.  As she padded slowly across the polished flag stone floor, she stretched her arms up over head, and made few rhythmic  motions from the fire dance.  She admired how she could make the blue snakes tattooed along her forearms dance.  Her arms were the young firm arms of a laboring peasant, and she bent them back beneath her long mane of thick blonde hair to shake out the bed knots. While doing so she felt a sticky spot behind her ear, and rubbing she found a patch of dried blood she had missed while washing.

   She lifted a glazed and fired ceramic cup from beside Gorat’s rocking chair and tossed the stale wine it contained into the fire. Then she stood in front of the fire, listening to the wine sizzle, feeling the heat prick her naked skin and staring at the familiar hearth. Nance at left the stew pot over the fire, must have been half full at the time and it had all cooked down now.  She would have to get some soap to clean it now.  She waited until the warmth grew uncomfortable and then remembered her humors.  Holding her long blonde hair back with one hand she bent at the waist and dipped the cup into bucket and as she rose she was startled by a strange figure caught in the corner of her eye. It was a toy horse.  She looked at if for a long time till a pop in the fire broke her fixation. She drank the water.  It was large enough for child to sit on, it had black wool coat like sheep, a toy leather saddle and a wooden horse head with a painted face.  She bent down and touched its head, it rocked back and forth, its movements exaggerated by the flickering fire light.  “Why are you here?” she whisphered  to the horse. She turned back to the bucket and saw another beaded curtain leading to a room that use to be where she kept the her spindles….until…. There was something on the tip of her tounge she couldn’t remember it.
   
   She looked back the horse.  “Dannella”  The name crossed her lips as whispher.  That was Dannella’s horse. They had moved the spindles out of the room a year after Dannella was born that current lead to Dannella’s room.  She knew all this but it all seemed so distant from herself, like she was listening to the Crone tell a story. Dannella is 9 years old, brown hair, blue eyes and….she is my beloved daughter.  Lilith could think of no other details regarding her child, but was suddenly pressed by a desire to see her child.  She placed the cup next to the bucket and walked purposefully into Dannella’s room sending the beaded curtain splashing loudly around her form.  She was greeted by a cool room with no fire in its small stove and the smell of fresh cut timber.  She scanned the room, there was a bed in the corner underneath a shuttered window.  She walked to the bed in the dark, and placing her left upon the bed post she leaned over the bed.  IT WAS EMPTY.  She snapped back up. Her left hand was sticky with sap and saw dust.  She dropped down to her knees and looked under the bed NOTHING. She jumped up to her feet and threw open the shutters letting the light from the dying bon fires in to the room.  Empty, a rack of clothes stood in the corner and a black horned rag doll rested on the floor. 

Lilith screamed for her husbands “GORAT! NANCE! DANNELLA IS GONE!”               
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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #26 on: February 22, 2012, 01:21:01 PM »
[OOC] Hey guys, I just wanted to say that I'm working out the next part of the story today, so I'll have it posted either later tonight or sometime tomorrow morning.
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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #27 on: February 22, 2012, 03:43:09 PM »
Anoikis may well be right , Huk thinks. They could do with an extra set of eyes themselves. "Quiet please" He requests of the others. He places a hand against a tree and uses the skills his mother so ably taught him until he finds what he is after. He starts to sound out clicks fast and deep. Finally movement occurs in the branches above and a large red squirrel descends cautiously.

Huk removes a small acorn from an inner pocket and the squirrel, dwarfed in the half orcs hand, grabs it making a small hole in it and quickly devours the kernal. The druid gazes into the squirrels eyes and eventually a unity begins. Though Huk found a greater empathy with plant life he was able to bond with animals, often the smaller more inquisitve kind. Rodents.

The squirrel scampered off ahead jumping from tree to tree and through its eyes Huk followed its progress. Stopping on a large branch of a towering redwood the squirrel sniffed the air. Something was amiss. As a shadow appeared over the squirrel, getting larger and larger, Huks new found vision was cut abruptly short. With just the sound of wood on wood echoing in his ears Huk realised that some of the kinfolk had chosen a different source for their loyalty. He sank to the ground, the process draining him and he mourned the loss of his brave little friend.

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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #28 on: February 22, 2012, 06:45:53 PM »
Moments before the untimely death of the squirrel:

As soon as Huk had demanded silence, Anoikis slipped behind the tree which he was leaning against and started walking south west with cautious deliberate steps. He felt the bile heaving in his stomach again, but fought it back.  Lord Captain Gnosis had told his company, if you have taken an arrow don’t rest until you find the bow.   Well curses are like arrows, and someone had been spitting curses at Bram since Anoikis met him.  Anoikis was entertaining three options, 1) this half-orc was the caster and Huk was playing at some double cross.  Didn’t seem likely though, he had a honest look in his eye and he would to be half-orc/half-village idiot to step out in the clearing like he did.  2) The caster was hiding in the woods near them watching their progress. 3) Bram was cursed.    He was hoping that the quiet in their circle would draw the enemy closer to investigate.  He also hoped the enemy wasn’t hiding to the south of them.  But Bram wasn’t going to get any rest with somebody chucking curses in our path all night.  That last attack had weakened them, a good hunter wouldn’t break off now. 

After 11 paces south west, he turn north again and in three paces was stopped a dark outline that may be a person.  It was croached behind a fallen log on the slight rise to the west of Huk and Bram.  “You better be a man and not some man shaped log” Anoikis thought in the woods at night he had been fooled enough in the past to not waste a bolt.
   So he waited and heard an animal running up a trunk from Bram and Huk’s position.  The person behind the log heard it also and something blue started to glow on the person.  It looked two blue serpents interwined around the forearms of the slight figure behind the log.  The grew bright to a bright glow for second and then the sound of wood rubbing on rubbing echoed out from the north.  The glow subsided and Anoikis lost sight of the target but he kept his bow trained at the spot where the glow had been waiting for movement or light to release his bolt.  “Just one more curse mate” he thought “Spin one more curse on the lad and you will be mine”.  He smiled and thought only of his bow and his target.     

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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #29 on: February 24, 2012, 11:52:54 AM »
The dark figure reappeared suddenly, but was much closer than Anoikis had expected. He let loose the bolt and saw it sailing past the hooded caster, the flash of a blade appearing in his slender hands. Anoikis batted it down and away as it was thrust towards his stomach with his right arm, barreling his shoulder into the figure. "BROM, HUK, COME HERE QUICKLY!" he shouted. From the ground came a sizzling sound, followed by a blinding light. Anoikis was blinded momentarily, covering his face with his arms to block out the pain shooting through the veins in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Huk and Bram ran towards he spot where Anoikis had fled to, they spotted the hooded figure and  Bram gave chase. Huk motioned for Bram to stop, and began mumbling something, like a chant. Looking towards the figure, bram could see it had stopped not a few yards from where they saw it. Following Huk as he moved towards it, he could make out the lines of long tangled grass and tree roots engulfing him. Anoikis picked himself up at this point and joined the two, as they stood before her.

"You was bein' cursed Bram, since I first saw you. An this here is what was the cause!" Annoikis said. "Now, lets see the face of our enemy." He pulled down the hood of the squiggling form, and revealing a woman beneath the shroud.
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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #30 on: February 24, 2012, 12:29:55 PM »
OCC: NICELY DONE

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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #31 on: February 24, 2012, 09:41:36 PM »
OCC: NICELY DONE

[OOC] Dude, try asking her questions... trust me, I was setting something up.
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Re: The Hunt For the Enchantress
« Reply #32 on: March 01, 2012, 09:56:31 PM »
Anoikis does not recognize the women, though it is dark, he scans Huk's and Bram's faces for response or recognition.