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A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2211573" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Kossuth won't claim this life"</span></strong></p><p></p><p>...Thalin tried again to force himself towards the flames, but the drowning smoke pushed him back. He desperately needed something to quell the blaze.</p><p>“Circle round the back and find a way in!” Bellowed the half-orc in the platemail, his right hand clutching a holy symbol of Torm.</p><p>The woman screamed again. She stood sobbing at Thalin’s side. She grasped a hand towards the burning house and screamed once more.</p><p></p><p>A companion to the platemail half-orc turned sharply, “Shut that blasted woman up! Tell her we’ll get her damn child. Kossuth won’t claim this life.” </p><p></p><p>Dressed in chainmail and wearing a heavy steel helmet atop his battle-scarred face, the halberd at the half-orc's side was adorned with ropes of animal teeth and the tattered remains of a Drow scalp (Thalin half-remembered needing Drow scalp for one of Mellius' incantations, but decided against asking). Thalin turned to the woman and held her by the shoulders, but she shouted at him in a garbled tongue and pushed him away.</p><p></p><p>The platemail half-orc bellowed another order to the chainmail half-orc in Damaran. His change of language has a recognized effect on the warrior and he roared a battle cry and charged into the burning house, brushing aside a burning timber as if it were not there. As he disappeared into the flames, a small figure skidded into the clearing and immediately barked out, “What can I do?”</p><p>The platemail half-orc growled back, “Stay away! The house might collapse at any moment. We can’t risk any more lives!”, ignoring the halfling frame of Milo Whittersbane.</p><p></p><p>His heroic ego now fully active, Milo dashed forward and shrugged his travelling pack to the floor. Thinking quickly, he scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at a window ledge almost entirely caught up in fire. The flames died for a second then leapt back. The halfling didn’t stop, and packing another snowball, hurled a second with the same effect. Beside him, Isplit began to pack his own snowballs and hurl them, although with decidedly less effect.</p><p></p><p>Thalin watched the rescue effort around him, the roar of the chainmail half-orc following the thunderous snapping of a beam inside the house, and the woman screamed again and suddenly, despairingly, made a dash for the burning door. Thalin sprang forwards, now knowing what he can, and must, do. He caught up to the woman quickly and gripped her by the shoulder, spinning her around. As he did so, arcane words spilt forth and the air around the woman’s head pulsed with a cold light. She dropped to her knees, clutching her head in a daze.</p><p></p><p>Another snowball hit the windowsill and Milo screamed in halfling-fury, but this time the snowball stuck as Thalin stepped towards the window and extended his hands in another arcane gesture. His cloak billowed forwards and a fine spray of ice coated the windowsill in a glistening frost. Thalin turned and shouted something at Milo over the roar of the flames.</p><p></p><p>The platemail half-orc, seeing Thalin freeze up the window, bellowed a command at Milo. Looking up, Milo let the half finished snowball drop from his hands and dashed forwards. His sleek body crouched low, in one graceful arc he leapt through the frozen window and into the burning building. Isplit went to follow, but thought better of it, and started to construct the beginning of a snow weasel.</p><p></p><p>Milo landed inside the house and slid to a stop. The ceiling above him was aflame, the heat bulged down with an unrelenting ferocity. Wincing through the smoke and heat, Milo pushed on through a burning doorway into the central room of the house.</p><p></p><p>Outside, Isplit suddenly coughed and rolled onto his side. He squealed and arched his back in pain, as if he himself were burning.</p><p></p><p>Milo coughed violently again, the room was black with smoke and feeling with his hands, he touched a body on the floor. The huge form of the half-orc was pinned under a fallen beam but in his hands he held a baby girl. Grimacing in pain, the half-orc offered the baby girl to Milo, “Take her. Get her out. Just leave me here”</p><p></p><p>“Oh no you don’t, you’re both coming with me,” wheezed Milo. With a quick swirl of his arms, the halfling conjured a small luminescent green ball in mid-air, which hovered for a moment then zipped towards the beam pinning the orc. With a splintering crash, the timber snapped in half, leaving the half-orc free. </p><p></p><p>Milo pulled the half-orc to his feet and pushed him back towards the window, the baby girl safe in the half-orc's arms. With another hand movement, a second green orb hovered in the center of the room before zipping towards the wall directly under the window.</p><p></p><p>Thalin ducked instinctively as the green orb exploded through the wall with a hiss and dissolved into nothingness. Moments later the half-orc stumbled out with the child in his arms. A sudden cascade of fire fell from the ceiling of the building, threatening to close off the blasted wall. </p><p></p><p>Milo dived underneath the falling ceiling moments before it crashed inwards into the house. Gouts of flame licked higher into the sky. Scampering to a safe distance before standing upright, the halfling beamed proudly as the baby girl was delivered safely back to her mother.</p><p></p><p>Seconds later, the house collapsed entirely in a shower of sparks. Thalin looked in amazement from the flaming ruins back to the mother then to the half-orc and finally to Milo. The chainmail half-orc dropped to his knees, wheezing heavily. The platemail half-orc looked at Thalin and Milo and nodded firmly, acknowledging their help before turning back to his companion.</p><p></p><p>“Will he be okay?” asked Thalin as the half-orc removed his friend’s helmet to check his wounds.</p><p>“He should live.”</p><p></p><p>A black-feathered bolt shattered through the back of the wounded half-orcs head, instantly killing him. The platemail half-orc stared in disbelief for a moment before three crude arrows zip from the shadowy woods, lodging themselves into his breastplate. The half-orc lumbered to his feet with a growl, but only in time to receive a single black-feathered bolt through the neck. Gargling a curse, he span slowly around to look at Thalin and Milo before dropping face down into the snow. Another hail of arrows flashed into the mother and daughter, their entwined bodies collapsing to the ground in silence. </p><p></p><p>The remaining half-orcs turned and fled. A tide of dark green skinned humanoids poured from the woods towards Milo and Thalin, their snarling faces gleeful in the shifting reds and yellows of the burning building…</p><p></p><p></p><p>To be continued in…</p><p></p><p><strong>A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour</strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Chapter 2: Three’s Company</span></strong></p><p></p><p>As Milo and Thalin race away from the goblin raid, they take shelter in a city under the command of a tyrannical mage, where they join forces with a mysterious man claiming to be a descendant of the gods and attempt to uncover the truth behind the goblin raids.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2211573, member: 5507"] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Kossuth won't claim this life"[/COLOR][/B] ...Thalin tried again to force himself towards the flames, but the drowning smoke pushed him back. He desperately needed something to quell the blaze. “Circle round the back and find a way in!” Bellowed the half-orc in the platemail, his right hand clutching a holy symbol of Torm. The woman screamed again. She stood sobbing at Thalin’s side. She grasped a hand towards the burning house and screamed once more. A companion to the platemail half-orc turned sharply, “Shut that blasted woman up! Tell her we’ll get her damn child. Kossuth won’t claim this life.” Dressed in chainmail and wearing a heavy steel helmet atop his battle-scarred face, the halberd at the half-orc's side was adorned with ropes of animal teeth and the tattered remains of a Drow scalp (Thalin half-remembered needing Drow scalp for one of Mellius' incantations, but decided against asking). Thalin turned to the woman and held her by the shoulders, but she shouted at him in a garbled tongue and pushed him away. The platemail half-orc bellowed another order to the chainmail half-orc in Damaran. His change of language has a recognized effect on the warrior and he roared a battle cry and charged into the burning house, brushing aside a burning timber as if it were not there. As he disappeared into the flames, a small figure skidded into the clearing and immediately barked out, “What can I do?” The platemail half-orc growled back, “Stay away! The house might collapse at any moment. We can’t risk any more lives!”, ignoring the halfling frame of Milo Whittersbane. His heroic ego now fully active, Milo dashed forward and shrugged his travelling pack to the floor. Thinking quickly, he scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at a window ledge almost entirely caught up in fire. The flames died for a second then leapt back. The halfling didn’t stop, and packing another snowball, hurled a second with the same effect. Beside him, Isplit began to pack his own snowballs and hurl them, although with decidedly less effect. Thalin watched the rescue effort around him, the roar of the chainmail half-orc following the thunderous snapping of a beam inside the house, and the woman screamed again and suddenly, despairingly, made a dash for the burning door. Thalin sprang forwards, now knowing what he can, and must, do. He caught up to the woman quickly and gripped her by the shoulder, spinning her around. As he did so, arcane words spilt forth and the air around the woman’s head pulsed with a cold light. She dropped to her knees, clutching her head in a daze. Another snowball hit the windowsill and Milo screamed in halfling-fury, but this time the snowball stuck as Thalin stepped towards the window and extended his hands in another arcane gesture. His cloak billowed forwards and a fine spray of ice coated the windowsill in a glistening frost. Thalin turned and shouted something at Milo over the roar of the flames. The platemail half-orc, seeing Thalin freeze up the window, bellowed a command at Milo. Looking up, Milo let the half finished snowball drop from his hands and dashed forwards. His sleek body crouched low, in one graceful arc he leapt through the frozen window and into the burning building. Isplit went to follow, but thought better of it, and started to construct the beginning of a snow weasel. Milo landed inside the house and slid to a stop. The ceiling above him was aflame, the heat bulged down with an unrelenting ferocity. Wincing through the smoke and heat, Milo pushed on through a burning doorway into the central room of the house. Outside, Isplit suddenly coughed and rolled onto his side. He squealed and arched his back in pain, as if he himself were burning. Milo coughed violently again, the room was black with smoke and feeling with his hands, he touched a body on the floor. The huge form of the half-orc was pinned under a fallen beam but in his hands he held a baby girl. Grimacing in pain, the half-orc offered the baby girl to Milo, “Take her. Get her out. Just leave me here” “Oh no you don’t, you’re both coming with me,” wheezed Milo. With a quick swirl of his arms, the halfling conjured a small luminescent green ball in mid-air, which hovered for a moment then zipped towards the beam pinning the orc. With a splintering crash, the timber snapped in half, leaving the half-orc free. Milo pulled the half-orc to his feet and pushed him back towards the window, the baby girl safe in the half-orc's arms. With another hand movement, a second green orb hovered in the center of the room before zipping towards the wall directly under the window. Thalin ducked instinctively as the green orb exploded through the wall with a hiss and dissolved into nothingness. Moments later the half-orc stumbled out with the child in his arms. A sudden cascade of fire fell from the ceiling of the building, threatening to close off the blasted wall. Milo dived underneath the falling ceiling moments before it crashed inwards into the house. Gouts of flame licked higher into the sky. Scampering to a safe distance before standing upright, the halfling beamed proudly as the baby girl was delivered safely back to her mother. Seconds later, the house collapsed entirely in a shower of sparks. Thalin looked in amazement from the flaming ruins back to the mother then to the half-orc and finally to Milo. The chainmail half-orc dropped to his knees, wheezing heavily. The platemail half-orc looked at Thalin and Milo and nodded firmly, acknowledging their help before turning back to his companion. “Will he be okay?” asked Thalin as the half-orc removed his friend’s helmet to check his wounds. “He should live.” A black-feathered bolt shattered through the back of the wounded half-orcs head, instantly killing him. The platemail half-orc stared in disbelief for a moment before three crude arrows zip from the shadowy woods, lodging themselves into his breastplate. The half-orc lumbered to his feet with a growl, but only in time to receive a single black-feathered bolt through the neck. Gargling a curse, he span slowly around to look at Thalin and Milo before dropping face down into the snow. Another hail of arrows flashed into the mother and daughter, their entwined bodies collapsing to the ground in silence. The remaining half-orcs turned and fled. A tide of dark green skinned humanoids poured from the woods towards Milo and Thalin, their snarling faces gleeful in the shifting reds and yellows of the burning building… To be continued in… [B]A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour[/B] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Chapter 2: Three’s Company[/COLOR][/B] As Milo and Thalin race away from the goblin raid, they take shelter in a city under the command of a tyrannical mage, where they join forces with a mysterious man claiming to be a descendant of the gods and attempt to uncover the truth behind the goblin raids. [/QUOTE]
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