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Dusk in the land of Fading Stars - Femerus' Story hour (updated 2-20-03)
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<blockquote data-quote="clark411" data-source="post: 694896" data-attributes="member: 4768"><p><em>Hello, Femerus is letting me work to also update the Story Hour. As DM for the campaign, I may present things a little differently- if there are any questions or comments, please do reply. Cheers!</em></p><p></p><p>“My thanks, Mr. Leel.” Kerim said graciously as Tobias Leel placed the silver tray of food and tea on the small, wooden table before them. If there was anything halflings knew, regardless of their place and status in the world or the company they kept, it was how to act when tea and biscuits was before them. Thinking back, Kerim fancied that his brief encounter with the orcs could have gone far more smoothly if a tea set was involved.</p><p> </p><p>Damek, on the other hand, was at a loss. Tea was something an enigma to elven kind, their’s was a land where rain water came from the sky cold, and stayed cold in the rivers, no doubt for good reason. The metal of the frail kettle’s handle felt awkward in his hand, which was accustomed to carrying canes and grasping large mugs of crude ale from time to time; for the humans who were watching, of course. As he was over-careful in pouring the tea, Damek voice cracked as his fingers shook slightly from the pressure of such ceremony, “So, Mr. Tobias—have you any family here in Darumont?”</p><p> </p><p>Glad to be speaking of things other than the burden of his father, himself, and eventually that of his children, Tobias’ face relaxed slightly. “No, no family here. I do have two sons however, both in the Legion. My eldest Rastand turns 29 in several months; he’s a lieutenant, and my youngest is Severin. He shall be a fine Captain one day. They make me proud.”</p><p> </p><p>Kerim chimed in “Oh, I have heard of the Legion. While I was traveling through Illuvia proper a good three years back I watched a parade. They were quite impressive; all shiny in the summer sun—I bet it must have been dreadful hot for them.”</p><p> </p><p>“The Imperial uniforms do get incredibly hot, that I will most definitely agree to.”</p><p> </p><p>“They didn’t seem to mind it a bit though. All trained and proper soldiers walking in tune. I think my sister wanted to join once.” Kerim smiled.</p><p> </p><p>“Did she?” Damek asked.</p><p> </p><p>“No, apparently the food is horrible.” Replied the halfling.</p><p> </p><p>“Ah, makes sense.” Damek paused, looking in the dark tea he had been holding before his face for a good minute now. “Mr. Leel, you were in the Legion, were you not?”</p><p> </p><p>Tobias looked down a bit, remembering vaguely his confrontation with the firebrand at the fair. “Yes, yes I was—but that was long ago.”</p><p> </p><p>With his eye for people, Kerim almost immediately saw an chance for the spear. “It seems like you miss it, sir. At the fair you mentioned taking your post.”</p><p> </p><p>“Oh I do, Mr. Kerim. The Legion is an excellent way to see the world. We would march from one side of Anaroth to the other and back again. I have seen the shining snows of Sarminor, felt the sea breezes of Brinbane across my face. My love was a maiden from Velormiar, who lived in a great manor on a green hill surrounded by a waving sea of stunning lilacs. The world my friend, is an amazing thing. Even with my view obscured by a helm and with my mind filled at times with nothing but duty, the chance,” he paused “the mere chance to see the world and find my place in it was incredible.”</p><p> </p><p>Kerim’s eyes were wide and even a little bit moist. He blinked a bit and nodded “I understand you completely Mr. Leel. Did you find your place?”</p><p> </p><p>“Perhaps. Ultimately, it is unimportant.”</p><p> </p><p>“Forgive me for bringing this up again, but aren’t you upset that your distinguished career and journeys took you to this?” he looked around the somewhat unkept walls that surrounded the worn chairs and rather smallish table at the center of the room. “I mean you no disrespect, but it must rankle you that your duties were cut short by your father’s need of you. Does it concern you that one day you’ll cut one of your son’s careers short by asking that he take on your position here as guardian? Guardian of a spear that may doom this town as the orc raids continue? Guardian of an orcish spear you know nothing about?”</p><p> </p><p>It pained Kerim to see his words cutting deep into Tobias. “When I left the Legions to guard the spear I was ready,” he said slowly, his words wavering. The room was silent again for a moment, and at this point Damek decided that the tea was cool enough to drink.</p><p> </p><p>Water that tasted like leaves. “How novel.” He said to himself.</p><p> </p><p>“Have either of you considered joining the Legions?” Tobias asked, pushing the conversation away from sons, loves, and distant lands.</p><p> </p><p>“Oh, I don’t think we halflings fit in well to the regimented life of a soldier. We don’t fit into the uniforms and armor either.”</p><p> </p><p>“I doubt they would welcome one of my kind. It is unlikely that they would appreciate my talents as a weaver of magic either.”</p><p> </p><p>Tobias slowly shook his head in disagreement. “War mages are extremely rare and highly valued. However, I can see both of your points. The Legion is perhaps not for everyone.”</p><p> </p><p>Kerim nodded, “We value our freedom a great deal. I guess it is what makes us content in the long run. After all, it is contentment and happiness that you want to pass on to your children at the end of the day. Not that I’m anywhere near the end of my wanderings!”</p><p> </p><p>Tobias gave him a slight smile and nodded to the sentiment. The three drank tea for another hour, and shared stories both true and fanciful. As Kerimleft, he had a new found appreciation for Tobias, his home, and his hospitality. As Tobias closed his door, he found in himself a deep and true desire to see the world again—to walk down the street as the youthful Kerim and far-seeing Damek did. And as for Damek, despite himself he had a new appreciation for tea.</p><p> </p><p>For elves, tea is an intoxicant.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="clark411, post: 694896, member: 4768"] [i]Hello, Femerus is letting me work to also update the Story Hour. As DM for the campaign, I may present things a little differently- if there are any questions or comments, please do reply. Cheers![/i] “My thanks, Mr. Leel.” Kerim said graciously as Tobias Leel placed the silver tray of food and tea on the small, wooden table before them. If there was anything halflings knew, regardless of their place and status in the world or the company they kept, it was how to act when tea and biscuits was before them. Thinking back, Kerim fancied that his brief encounter with the orcs could have gone far more smoothly if a tea set was involved. Damek, on the other hand, was at a loss. Tea was something an enigma to elven kind, their’s was a land where rain water came from the sky cold, and stayed cold in the rivers, no doubt for good reason. The metal of the frail kettle’s handle felt awkward in his hand, which was accustomed to carrying canes and grasping large mugs of crude ale from time to time; for the humans who were watching, of course. As he was over-careful in pouring the tea, Damek voice cracked as his fingers shook slightly from the pressure of such ceremony, “So, Mr. Tobias—have you any family here in Darumont?” Glad to be speaking of things other than the burden of his father, himself, and eventually that of his children, Tobias’ face relaxed slightly. “No, no family here. I do have two sons however, both in the Legion. My eldest Rastand turns 29 in several months; he’s a lieutenant, and my youngest is Severin. He shall be a fine Captain one day. They make me proud.” Kerim chimed in “Oh, I have heard of the Legion. While I was traveling through Illuvia proper a good three years back I watched a parade. They were quite impressive; all shiny in the summer sun—I bet it must have been dreadful hot for them.” “The Imperial uniforms do get incredibly hot, that I will most definitely agree to.” “They didn’t seem to mind it a bit though. All trained and proper soldiers walking in tune. I think my sister wanted to join once.” Kerim smiled. “Did she?” Damek asked. “No, apparently the food is horrible.” Replied the halfling. “Ah, makes sense.” Damek paused, looking in the dark tea he had been holding before his face for a good minute now. “Mr. Leel, you were in the Legion, were you not?” Tobias looked down a bit, remembering vaguely his confrontation with the firebrand at the fair. “Yes, yes I was—but that was long ago.” With his eye for people, Kerim almost immediately saw an chance for the spear. “It seems like you miss it, sir. At the fair you mentioned taking your post.” “Oh I do, Mr. Kerim. The Legion is an excellent way to see the world. We would march from one side of Anaroth to the other and back again. I have seen the shining snows of Sarminor, felt the sea breezes of Brinbane across my face. My love was a maiden from Velormiar, who lived in a great manor on a green hill surrounded by a waving sea of stunning lilacs. The world my friend, is an amazing thing. Even with my view obscured by a helm and with my mind filled at times with nothing but duty, the chance,” he paused “the mere chance to see the world and find my place in it was incredible.” Kerim’s eyes were wide and even a little bit moist. He blinked a bit and nodded “I understand you completely Mr. Leel. Did you find your place?” “Perhaps. Ultimately, it is unimportant.” “Forgive me for bringing this up again, but aren’t you upset that your distinguished career and journeys took you to this?” he looked around the somewhat unkept walls that surrounded the worn chairs and rather smallish table at the center of the room. “I mean you no disrespect, but it must rankle you that your duties were cut short by your father’s need of you. Does it concern you that one day you’ll cut one of your son’s careers short by asking that he take on your position here as guardian? Guardian of a spear that may doom this town as the orc raids continue? Guardian of an orcish spear you know nothing about?” It pained Kerim to see his words cutting deep into Tobias. “When I left the Legions to guard the spear I was ready,” he said slowly, his words wavering. The room was silent again for a moment, and at this point Damek decided that the tea was cool enough to drink. Water that tasted like leaves. “How novel.” He said to himself. “Have either of you considered joining the Legions?” Tobias asked, pushing the conversation away from sons, loves, and distant lands. “Oh, I don’t think we halflings fit in well to the regimented life of a soldier. We don’t fit into the uniforms and armor either.” “I doubt they would welcome one of my kind. It is unlikely that they would appreciate my talents as a weaver of magic either.” Tobias slowly shook his head in disagreement. “War mages are extremely rare and highly valued. However, I can see both of your points. The Legion is perhaps not for everyone.” Kerim nodded, “We value our freedom a great deal. I guess it is what makes us content in the long run. After all, it is contentment and happiness that you want to pass on to your children at the end of the day. Not that I’m anywhere near the end of my wanderings!” Tobias gave him a slight smile and nodded to the sentiment. The three drank tea for another hour, and shared stories both true and fanciful. As Kerimleft, he had a new found appreciation for Tobias, his home, and his hospitality. As Tobias closed his door, he found in himself a deep and true desire to see the world again—to walk down the street as the youthful Kerim and far-seeing Damek did. And as for Damek, despite himself he had a new appreciation for tea. For elves, tea is an intoxicant. [/QUOTE]
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