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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: 2220778" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Careful stranger, you should watch where you step"</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Torious' story halted abruptly. His eyes closed in prayer, his hands still resting on Thalin's wounds. </p><p></p><p>Quick to take advantage of the zealous, Milo informed Torious that he was a wandering noble and needed shelter, but was also grand friends with Noristour and believed that he may be able to avert any vengeance that Noristour would wreck. </p><p></p><p>Torious warily believed the enthusiastic halfling and dutifully offered payment for Milo’s service. Milo bit his tongue to stop saying yes and refused the palm full of silver, saying healing the mage was payment enough. Thalin managed a wry smile at the seemingly incoherent mood swings of the halfling. Torious agreed and after using some source of inner power, fully healed Thalin’s wounds with his bare hands.</p><p></p><p>After further talk, mostly on the subject of grilling Torious about his heritage (Milo was intensely interested to know that Torious thought he was a direct descendant of Tyr), the trio set into the town of Darmshall. The sunlight was dying and soon the thin yellow band of the magical perimeter hovered before them, stretching left and right and disappearing behind houses and trees.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Noristour organised the papers on his desk again, hoping to create less paper work if the stacks were neater. Leaning back into the chair, he sighed deeply. His mind played with the idea of creating a few ethereal clerks, but his thoughts dwelt on larger, more taxing matters - he would need all the energy he could muster. </p><p></p><p>His Quasit familiar, Xsistass, perched unhappily on the chair back, sharing his frustration. When will the components he needed finally reveal themselves? He hadn’t even got the most basic of requirements, and the town was somehow generating mountains of paperwork, which had to all be checked and reviewed. Where in Incarceri would he find the time?</p><p></p><p>From the corner of his study, a metallic chime issued from his staff. He picked up the staff and concentrated his vision. The mage reached his consciousness out to the north west perimeter, where he was told him two men and a halfling had just entered. Nothing of interest. But a note of recognition passed as he saw the halfling and that man with the scars. With a swirl of his cape, Noristour prepared to confront the travellers.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Thalin pressed onwards into the town, leaving Milo behind playing with the perimeter line. Milo passed his hand through the yellow glow twice more before noticing his companions and running after them.</p><p></p><p>Thalin approached the mage's tower in a matter of minutes, its crooked form surely supported by magic from some source. Putting arcane interest aside, Thalin knocked on the door intending to inform the wizard of the goblin raid. After knocking for the third time, the three companions turned to leave but stopped when the door eased open and Noristour stepped carefully onto the cobbled streets. </p><p></p><p>Dressed in folds of black, with an ugly little demon squatted on his shoulder, he made a striking figure. Isplit hissed at the demon and Dariel suddenly took flight, circling and squawking to show his distress at the unnaturalness of the creature. Xsistass watched the owl swoop around with beedy red eyes, then stared at Isplit till the weasel pretended to have forgotten something and dodged into the pocket of Milo's coat.</p><p></p><p>Noristour scowled at Torious and tapped his staff on the ground as if summoning court.</p><p>“You are charged with murder, don’t try to…” </p><p>Milo cut in quickly, “Wait! He knows where that special ring is! I couldn’t find it but he says he knows!” </p><p></p><p>Both Torious and Thalin stared at the halfling.</p><p>“No I don’t.” said Torious in a level voice, his stare burrowing into the halfling's head.</p><p>“Yes, you do,” retorted Milo quickly, reaching his hand behind his back, he pushed the keystone deeper into his rucksack. </p><p></p><p>He knew that any evidence that he went to the mines rather than track down the ring would give him away, “…and you told me you can get it for this mighty mage! Isn’t that right… Thalin!” Milo looked to Thalin for help.</p><p>“Yes. That’s right,” stammered Thalin, utterly unsure what he had just agreed to. Xsistass' glare snapped to the ice-mage, its mouth spreading into a thin wound of fangs.</p><p></p><p>Milo talked over Torious' fervent objections, and as quickly as possible ensured the mage that they would get the ring within the next few days, as long as Torious won’t be punished and that they would be allowed to stay in the town. </p><p></p><p>Noristour, not seeing any loss at sending more men to acquire the ring and temporarily ignoring the faults of a foolish boy, agreed and sent the adventurers on their way. He swore the three adventurers to get the ring and bring it back to him within two days. As soon as they had left the tower, Milo whooped and clapped, quickly crafting a song about three mighty heroes on their first quest.</p><p></p><p>Thalin remembered the bundle and unwrapped it as he walked. The cloth fell away to reveal a smooth wooden staff with the name “Erifeci” inscribed onto the five foot shaft. He quickly wrapping it up again, he swore to discover the properties of the staff the next day. This could be the first magical item he had handled (aside from his father's store, but he could only look. Never ever touch). </p><p></p><p>The companions discussed the difficulties of acquiring the ring, which Milo said was reportedly in the hands of a local goblin warlord, the self-styled "King Doom". The group were gradually subsumed by their weariness, and deciding to put plan-making on hold till the morning, they made their way to the local tavern, The Headless Woman. </p><p></p><p>The companions pushed through the door into a shouting mass of elves, half-orcs, dwarves and humans. All three pushed their way towards the bar. Thalin held a silver coin in his hand and knocked on the counter for service. The mage craned to see if an innskeep was about, but accidentally bumped into a black cloaked man stood to his right. The man turned to face Thalin. His face had an oozing scar running from his forehead to his chin, and greasy lengths of black hair fell across his hollow eyes. He was dressed fully in black with a tarnished chainmail shirt over the top.</p><p></p><p>“Careful stranger, you should watch where you step,” spat the man, the scar-side of his face twitching as he talked. Flecks of mucus spattered over Thalin's shirt. </p><p></p><p>Thalin quickly apologised and the man grimaced before turning back to the bar. The mage inwardly blew a sigh of relief, but then his breath caught in his throat as he saw a quiver of black-feathered bolts hanging from the mans belt...</p><p></p><p></p><p>To be continued in…</p><p></p><p><strong>Ice, Luck and Honour</strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Chapter 3: Doom’s Doom</span></strong></p><p></p><p>The three adventurers, amidst the chaos of a rampaging minotaur, track King Doom to a mountain lair. When the heroes attack, their lives are thrown into jeopardy as a new deadly villain makes his presence felt.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2220778, member: 5507"] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Careful stranger, you should watch where you step"[/COLOR][/B] Torious' story halted abruptly. His eyes closed in prayer, his hands still resting on Thalin's wounds. Quick to take advantage of the zealous, Milo informed Torious that he was a wandering noble and needed shelter, but was also grand friends with Noristour and believed that he may be able to avert any vengeance that Noristour would wreck. Torious warily believed the enthusiastic halfling and dutifully offered payment for Milo’s service. Milo bit his tongue to stop saying yes and refused the palm full of silver, saying healing the mage was payment enough. Thalin managed a wry smile at the seemingly incoherent mood swings of the halfling. Torious agreed and after using some source of inner power, fully healed Thalin’s wounds with his bare hands. After further talk, mostly on the subject of grilling Torious about his heritage (Milo was intensely interested to know that Torious thought he was a direct descendant of Tyr), the trio set into the town of Darmshall. The sunlight was dying and soon the thin yellow band of the magical perimeter hovered before them, stretching left and right and disappearing behind houses and trees. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Noristour organised the papers on his desk again, hoping to create less paper work if the stacks were neater. Leaning back into the chair, he sighed deeply. His mind played with the idea of creating a few ethereal clerks, but his thoughts dwelt on larger, more taxing matters - he would need all the energy he could muster. His Quasit familiar, Xsistass, perched unhappily on the chair back, sharing his frustration. When will the components he needed finally reveal themselves? He hadn’t even got the most basic of requirements, and the town was somehow generating mountains of paperwork, which had to all be checked and reviewed. Where in Incarceri would he find the time? From the corner of his study, a metallic chime issued from his staff. He picked up the staff and concentrated his vision. The mage reached his consciousness out to the north west perimeter, where he was told him two men and a halfling had just entered. Nothing of interest. But a note of recognition passed as he saw the halfling and that man with the scars. With a swirl of his cape, Noristour prepared to confront the travellers. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Thalin pressed onwards into the town, leaving Milo behind playing with the perimeter line. Milo passed his hand through the yellow glow twice more before noticing his companions and running after them. Thalin approached the mage's tower in a matter of minutes, its crooked form surely supported by magic from some source. Putting arcane interest aside, Thalin knocked on the door intending to inform the wizard of the goblin raid. After knocking for the third time, the three companions turned to leave but stopped when the door eased open and Noristour stepped carefully onto the cobbled streets. Dressed in folds of black, with an ugly little demon squatted on his shoulder, he made a striking figure. Isplit hissed at the demon and Dariel suddenly took flight, circling and squawking to show his distress at the unnaturalness of the creature. Xsistass watched the owl swoop around with beedy red eyes, then stared at Isplit till the weasel pretended to have forgotten something and dodged into the pocket of Milo's coat. Noristour scowled at Torious and tapped his staff on the ground as if summoning court. “You are charged with murder, don’t try to…” Milo cut in quickly, “Wait! He knows where that special ring is! I couldn’t find it but he says he knows!” Both Torious and Thalin stared at the halfling. “No I don’t.” said Torious in a level voice, his stare burrowing into the halfling's head. “Yes, you do,” retorted Milo quickly, reaching his hand behind his back, he pushed the keystone deeper into his rucksack. He knew that any evidence that he went to the mines rather than track down the ring would give him away, “…and you told me you can get it for this mighty mage! Isn’t that right… Thalin!” Milo looked to Thalin for help. “Yes. That’s right,” stammered Thalin, utterly unsure what he had just agreed to. Xsistass' glare snapped to the ice-mage, its mouth spreading into a thin wound of fangs. Milo talked over Torious' fervent objections, and as quickly as possible ensured the mage that they would get the ring within the next few days, as long as Torious won’t be punished and that they would be allowed to stay in the town. Noristour, not seeing any loss at sending more men to acquire the ring and temporarily ignoring the faults of a foolish boy, agreed and sent the adventurers on their way. He swore the three adventurers to get the ring and bring it back to him within two days. As soon as they had left the tower, Milo whooped and clapped, quickly crafting a song about three mighty heroes on their first quest. Thalin remembered the bundle and unwrapped it as he walked. The cloth fell away to reveal a smooth wooden staff with the name “Erifeci” inscribed onto the five foot shaft. He quickly wrapping it up again, he swore to discover the properties of the staff the next day. This could be the first magical item he had handled (aside from his father's store, but he could only look. Never ever touch). The companions discussed the difficulties of acquiring the ring, which Milo said was reportedly in the hands of a local goblin warlord, the self-styled "King Doom". The group were gradually subsumed by their weariness, and deciding to put plan-making on hold till the morning, they made their way to the local tavern, The Headless Woman. The companions pushed through the door into a shouting mass of elves, half-orcs, dwarves and humans. All three pushed their way towards the bar. Thalin held a silver coin in his hand and knocked on the counter for service. The mage craned to see if an innskeep was about, but accidentally bumped into a black cloaked man stood to his right. The man turned to face Thalin. His face had an oozing scar running from his forehead to his chin, and greasy lengths of black hair fell across his hollow eyes. He was dressed fully in black with a tarnished chainmail shirt over the top. “Careful stranger, you should watch where you step,” spat the man, the scar-side of his face twitching as he talked. Flecks of mucus spattered over Thalin's shirt. Thalin quickly apologised and the man grimaced before turning back to the bar. The mage inwardly blew a sigh of relief, but then his breath caught in his throat as he saw a quiver of black-feathered bolts hanging from the mans belt... To be continued in… [B]Ice, Luck and Honour[/B] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Chapter 3: Doom’s Doom[/COLOR][/B] The three adventurers, amidst the chaos of a rampaging minotaur, track King Doom to a mountain lair. When the heroes attack, their lives are thrown into jeopardy as a new deadly villain makes his presence felt. [/QUOTE]
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