Sixchan
First Post
I just realised the round finishes on Christmas Day. Well, with that in mind (since I'll forget), here's my entry:
Ferinel was searching high and low through the forest. She didn’t understand why she had been sent on this ‘mission’. Andreil was always the better Woodswoman, after all. And for the love of the gods, they could have been a little more specific than “It’s in the forest, Ferrie.” But at least she had the time now to consider what her life had been like since this all started. Certainly not what I’d expected, she thought to herself.
Finally, she found what she was looking for. As she stepped into the clearing, she could see the temple up ahead. The path there was every bit as majestic as the temple itself. A long, broad path, trees lining its edges and their branches crossing above it to make a beautiful tunnel of wood. [1] The walk passed uneventfully, and within ten minutes, Ferinel had reached the other side. She had been warned of the dangers in the temple, and had been given a map showing her round, the fastest way in, the safest way out. She had memorised the layout, but had no regard for the instructions, since Andreil had clearly made the plan with herself in mind, and Ferinel had none of the skills of the most basic thief.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. She placed one hand in one of the pockets of her robe, and clutched her hand around a small feather. The other hand moved in a wide circle while she uttered some arcane whispers. Seconds later, Ferinel was floating at about the level of the second floor. She sighed happily,
“I never get tired of this feeling,” she said aloud, dreamily. There was still work to be done, though. She concentrated again, and after a few seconds, some gestures and mutterings, a large fireball hit the second floor’s east wall. She floated through the large hole in the wall, and found herself exactly where she needed to be, in the treasure room. And sure enough, the item she needed was here too. [2] Ferinel had no clue why a collector was willing to pay millions of gold for a statue of a simple bull, but hey, she thought, money is money, isn’t it? As she slipped the bull into one of her robe’s pockets, she heard the unmistakable clanking of an Iron Golem.
“Shards…” Ferinel ran back to the hole and dived out, landing perfectly and easily on the ground. She began skimming across the ground, pushing herself with her feet to keep the momentum. As she got past the tunnel of trees, she worked franticly to conjure a wall to keep out the fast approaching golem. Soon the tunnel of trees contained an invisible wall, and Ferinel quickly set off again at full speed.
It was well into the next day when Ferinel got back to the closest town, and she decided it was time to get to know the town. She hadn’t had the opportunity before, and the next caravan to Tenita wouldn’t be leaving for a few days yet. As she wandered about the marketplace she began to relax. It was all short-lived though, as she heard a familiar and wholly unwelcome whisper in her ear.
“Hello, Ferinel. Long time no see.”
Slowly, she turned to face him. He looked different. His hair was now white, and he wore a white and red robe instead of the traditional red and black of his faith, but it was he nonetheless. [3]
“Must you continue to be a thorn in my side? What do you want, Railan?” Maybe Andreil and Railan went in for these long conversations between mortal enemies, but Ferinel had no time for it.
“What do I want? What do I want? Since when has what I ever wanted mattered to you are Andreil or any of her friends? What do I want? I want to see you dead!”
Ferinel had long ago realised that the defeat of his God had sent the cleric of Xeven quite insane, and his hatred was devoted to Andreil and her friends. It had been Andreil who used him to allow her to rob the Citadel of Helshibahr, Xeven’s greatest temple, and it had been Andreil who had struck the gods down from their immortal thrones and that had led to the deaths of almost all them. No matter what any of the group ever says or does, Railan seems to enjoy moaning to us a lot more than he does actually trying to kill us, mused Ferinel. Quick as she could, she cast another spell, downing a potion of strength in the casting, and pulling a sword she almost never used from her back. Railan brought his Mace downward towards her skull, but with her new strength and agility, she parried the blow, and came back with a swinging cut to his left leg, causing a large gaping wound. [4] She caught the next blow with her arm, and felt the stinging pain as the bone shattered, but managed to catch Railan in the face with the hilt of the sword. She tried to land a killing blow with her sword while he was dazed, but he recovered in time and deflected it. The mace struck the sword with tremendous force, forcing it out of Ferinel’s hand. Railan’s second blow struck her down, and he towered over her, ready to deliver the killing blow. But Ferinel’s time with Andreil had not been without observations, and Ferinel had planned for every eventuality. While her enchantment still enhanced her agility, she reached to her side, drew a throwing dagger, and threw it in Railan’s direction. Railan made as good an effort as he could to block the incoming danger, but rather than hit his weapon, it hit his arm instead. He dropped his mace, and wailed. Ferinel reached for both her sword and kicked away Railan’s mace, and pushed herself up, sword in hand. Railan stood in silence for a second, and then ran as fast as he could.
After receiving healing from the local temple of Thilame (One of the few temples left that worshiped a still living god), Ferinel travelled back to the group’s headquarters in Tenita through a teleport spell, deciding waiting for the caravan would be too dangerous. She spoke with Andreil as soon as she got back.
“Andreil, he’s back. AGAIN. Shards, can’t we do anything
about him?”
Ferinel was searching high and low through the forest. She didn’t understand why she had been sent on this ‘mission’. Andreil was always the better Woodswoman, after all. And for the love of the gods, they could have been a little more specific than “It’s in the forest, Ferrie.” But at least she had the time now to consider what her life had been like since this all started. Certainly not what I’d expected, she thought to herself.
Finally, she found what she was looking for. As she stepped into the clearing, she could see the temple up ahead. The path there was every bit as majestic as the temple itself. A long, broad path, trees lining its edges and their branches crossing above it to make a beautiful tunnel of wood. [1] The walk passed uneventfully, and within ten minutes, Ferinel had reached the other side. She had been warned of the dangers in the temple, and had been given a map showing her round, the fastest way in, the safest way out. She had memorised the layout, but had no regard for the instructions, since Andreil had clearly made the plan with herself in mind, and Ferinel had none of the skills of the most basic thief.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. She placed one hand in one of the pockets of her robe, and clutched her hand around a small feather. The other hand moved in a wide circle while she uttered some arcane whispers. Seconds later, Ferinel was floating at about the level of the second floor. She sighed happily,
“I never get tired of this feeling,” she said aloud, dreamily. There was still work to be done, though. She concentrated again, and after a few seconds, some gestures and mutterings, a large fireball hit the second floor’s east wall. She floated through the large hole in the wall, and found herself exactly where she needed to be, in the treasure room. And sure enough, the item she needed was here too. [2] Ferinel had no clue why a collector was willing to pay millions of gold for a statue of a simple bull, but hey, she thought, money is money, isn’t it? As she slipped the bull into one of her robe’s pockets, she heard the unmistakable clanking of an Iron Golem.
“Shards…” Ferinel ran back to the hole and dived out, landing perfectly and easily on the ground. She began skimming across the ground, pushing herself with her feet to keep the momentum. As she got past the tunnel of trees, she worked franticly to conjure a wall to keep out the fast approaching golem. Soon the tunnel of trees contained an invisible wall, and Ferinel quickly set off again at full speed.
It was well into the next day when Ferinel got back to the closest town, and she decided it was time to get to know the town. She hadn’t had the opportunity before, and the next caravan to Tenita wouldn’t be leaving for a few days yet. As she wandered about the marketplace she began to relax. It was all short-lived though, as she heard a familiar and wholly unwelcome whisper in her ear.
“Hello, Ferinel. Long time no see.”
Slowly, she turned to face him. He looked different. His hair was now white, and he wore a white and red robe instead of the traditional red and black of his faith, but it was he nonetheless. [3]
“Must you continue to be a thorn in my side? What do you want, Railan?” Maybe Andreil and Railan went in for these long conversations between mortal enemies, but Ferinel had no time for it.
“What do I want? What do I want? Since when has what I ever wanted mattered to you are Andreil or any of her friends? What do I want? I want to see you dead!”
Ferinel had long ago realised that the defeat of his God had sent the cleric of Xeven quite insane, and his hatred was devoted to Andreil and her friends. It had been Andreil who used him to allow her to rob the Citadel of Helshibahr, Xeven’s greatest temple, and it had been Andreil who had struck the gods down from their immortal thrones and that had led to the deaths of almost all them. No matter what any of the group ever says or does, Railan seems to enjoy moaning to us a lot more than he does actually trying to kill us, mused Ferinel. Quick as she could, she cast another spell, downing a potion of strength in the casting, and pulling a sword she almost never used from her back. Railan brought his Mace downward towards her skull, but with her new strength and agility, she parried the blow, and came back with a swinging cut to his left leg, causing a large gaping wound. [4] She caught the next blow with her arm, and felt the stinging pain as the bone shattered, but managed to catch Railan in the face with the hilt of the sword. She tried to land a killing blow with her sword while he was dazed, but he recovered in time and deflected it. The mace struck the sword with tremendous force, forcing it out of Ferinel’s hand. Railan’s second blow struck her down, and he towered over her, ready to deliver the killing blow. But Ferinel’s time with Andreil had not been without observations, and Ferinel had planned for every eventuality. While her enchantment still enhanced her agility, she reached to her side, drew a throwing dagger, and threw it in Railan’s direction. Railan made as good an effort as he could to block the incoming danger, but rather than hit his weapon, it hit his arm instead. He dropped his mace, and wailed. Ferinel reached for both her sword and kicked away Railan’s mace, and pushed herself up, sword in hand. Railan stood in silence for a second, and then ran as fast as he could.
After receiving healing from the local temple of Thilame (One of the few temples left that worshiped a still living god), Ferinel travelled back to the group’s headquarters in Tenita through a teleport spell, deciding waiting for the caravan would be too dangerous. She spoke with Andreil as soon as she got back.
“Andreil, he’s back. AGAIN. Shards, can’t we do anything
about him?”