Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders
hewligan
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Kael hadn't enjoyed death. There was no memory, as such, just a void in his memory that at first he had assumed would fade, but it hadn't faded. It was still there, like a strained silence in a conversation. The very absence of any memory made the episode stick out in his mind, and it grated with him. He felt less complete, somehow, and slightly troubled. It would fade in time, he was sure.
Mal had been delighted to see his master return to the living, and the dog had been inseparable from him since. Mal was always inseparable, but now the animal seemed to walk a little closer, his eyes darting around as if constantly checking for trouble to protect his master.
Kael was at a loss regarding what to do with himself now that the great evil had been defeated. With Jovik, and then Jokad heading north to Sandpoint, and with Danth completely focused on his Church works, Kael cooled his heels for a few days, and then became bored.
The Varisian blood that ran strong through his veins had grown sick of the city, and sick of the waiting. Only he wasn't waiting. It was done. They were done. This could be it. Their adventures could be over.
And so his mind turned to the roads again, and the wanderlust set in.
-----
Early one morning, Kael left. He sent a note to his friend Danth, letting him know that he would check in once in a while, when the road brought him near, but that it was time for him to set out again seeking the next part of his life story.
East.
He took the winding route along the Yondabakari river, the massive snake-like river that ruptures the land in an undulating S from east to west, with the Mushfens on the south, and dryer (albeit not always by much) and more civilised land to the north.
He skipped south, braving the Mushfens, a vast swamp on the southern coast of Varisia known as home to the boggards, marsh giants, and worse.
It was strange, travelling alone. Stranger than he had expected. He had spent years alone, but now, after just 2 seasons with his new friends, he didn't feel right without them. His strengths complemented their own strengths, and perhaps more importantly, his weaknesses were filled.
Kael realised, one night in the Mushfens, lying in a small shelter he had crafted under the stars, that this was a suicide run. He was seeking danger, seeking, perhaps, some closure with the incident that had happened back in Magnimar. But out here there was nobody to drag his corpse back to a church and pay for a reincarnation. Out here he was food.
He was chasing death, chasing a plug for the gap in his memory, and it scared him.
Kael packed up his stuff and set off back to Magnimar. It was a long trip, and not without incident, but he knew that he had unfinished business, and perhaps his friends would help him deal with it.
He wanted to track down the next lead in the murders. Something told him it was not over. There must be a connection with all those names on the list, with the strange star-rune, with the ritual slaughter. You don't kill people ritualistically unless you are trying to sate something...
He was heading back to Magnimar, and he was going to rustle up his friends and head into battle once more, and perhaps this would give him the opportunity to reconcile the strong sense of unfinished business that remained with him.
Mal had been delighted to see his master return to the living, and the dog had been inseparable from him since. Mal was always inseparable, but now the animal seemed to walk a little closer, his eyes darting around as if constantly checking for trouble to protect his master.
Kael was at a loss regarding what to do with himself now that the great evil had been defeated. With Jovik, and then Jokad heading north to Sandpoint, and with Danth completely focused on his Church works, Kael cooled his heels for a few days, and then became bored.
The Varisian blood that ran strong through his veins had grown sick of the city, and sick of the waiting. Only he wasn't waiting. It was done. They were done. This could be it. Their adventures could be over.
And so his mind turned to the roads again, and the wanderlust set in.
-----
Early one morning, Kael left. He sent a note to his friend Danth, letting him know that he would check in once in a while, when the road brought him near, but that it was time for him to set out again seeking the next part of his life story.
East.
He took the winding route along the Yondabakari river, the massive snake-like river that ruptures the land in an undulating S from east to west, with the Mushfens on the south, and dryer (albeit not always by much) and more civilised land to the north.
He skipped south, braving the Mushfens, a vast swamp on the southern coast of Varisia known as home to the boggards, marsh giants, and worse.
It was strange, travelling alone. Stranger than he had expected. He had spent years alone, but now, after just 2 seasons with his new friends, he didn't feel right without them. His strengths complemented their own strengths, and perhaps more importantly, his weaknesses were filled.
Kael realised, one night in the Mushfens, lying in a small shelter he had crafted under the stars, that this was a suicide run. He was seeking danger, seeking, perhaps, some closure with the incident that had happened back in Magnimar. But out here there was nobody to drag his corpse back to a church and pay for a reincarnation. Out here he was food.
He was chasing death, chasing a plug for the gap in his memory, and it scared him.
Kael packed up his stuff and set off back to Magnimar. It was a long trip, and not without incident, but he knew that he had unfinished business, and perhaps his friends would help him deal with it.
He wanted to track down the next lead in the murders. Something told him it was not over. There must be a connection with all those names on the list, with the strange star-rune, with the ritual slaughter. You don't kill people ritualistically unless you are trying to sate something...
He was heading back to Magnimar, and he was going to rustle up his friends and head into battle once more, and perhaps this would give him the opportunity to reconcile the strong sense of unfinished business that remained with him.
hewligan
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And So It Ends
Kael's return to the city was a bit of a downer. The rain was thrashing down upon him, hard enough to sting the flesh. He shoulder ached from the heavy blow he had received two days prior. Boggards. He HATED THEM! But their blood fed the fens now.
Mal was not happy either. Cold, wet, hit hair plastered against him, his paws slick with black mud. He wanted a warm room, a dying fire to curl in front of, and perhaps a good bone to gnaw.
They got a room in a little inn at the edge of the Shadow. Clean, warm, decent food. Not great, but decent. Mal was asleep before Kael had even pulled his boots off.
He had been gone a while. Weeks, probably three, maybe four. He tried to count the days, but gave up. Not as long as he had planned, but then he had unfinished business here. He sent a message out for Danth, letting him know he was back in town and would visit the next day. Then he washed and slept.
-----
The next day brought a reunion. Kael walked the short distance to the orphanage, only to see Jovik in the yard practicing with his daggers at a distant target. The two men embraced. It wasn't long before Jokad and Danth had joined them.
Each had their own reasons for it, but it was clear that each felt a need to move on again. Jovik was growing restless and wanted to head east to see if he could track down Shalelu. Jokad agreed, but mostly because east was a good a bet as any, and they certainly couldn't go west unless they wanted to learn to swim.
Danth was eager too. More eager to leave than any of them had expected. He had spent the past week organising for the orphanage and church to be well run in his absence, but clearly he had been planning to leave. He seemed much happier now that his friends were with him again.
The Wolves of Sandpoint, now the heroes of Magnimar too, reunited, but not quite certain where to go, or for what purpose.
But destiny was pulling them, and it would not be long before she had sunk her claws into them once more.
Just time for one night of fun. Just one more night of fun....
OOC: So ends Hewligan's Rise of the RuneLords Adventure 2: The Skinsaw Murders.
Kael's return to the city was a bit of a downer. The rain was thrashing down upon him, hard enough to sting the flesh. He shoulder ached from the heavy blow he had received two days prior. Boggards. He HATED THEM! But their blood fed the fens now.
Mal was not happy either. Cold, wet, hit hair plastered against him, his paws slick with black mud. He wanted a warm room, a dying fire to curl in front of, and perhaps a good bone to gnaw.
They got a room in a little inn at the edge of the Shadow. Clean, warm, decent food. Not great, but decent. Mal was asleep before Kael had even pulled his boots off.
He had been gone a while. Weeks, probably three, maybe four. He tried to count the days, but gave up. Not as long as he had planned, but then he had unfinished business here. He sent a message out for Danth, letting him know he was back in town and would visit the next day. Then he washed and slept.
-----
The next day brought a reunion. Kael walked the short distance to the orphanage, only to see Jovik in the yard practicing with his daggers at a distant target. The two men embraced. It wasn't long before Jokad and Danth had joined them.
Each had their own reasons for it, but it was clear that each felt a need to move on again. Jovik was growing restless and wanted to head east to see if he could track down Shalelu. Jokad agreed, but mostly because east was a good a bet as any, and they certainly couldn't go west unless they wanted to learn to swim.
Danth was eager too. More eager to leave than any of them had expected. He had spent the past week organising for the orphanage and church to be well run in his absence, but clearly he had been planning to leave. He seemed much happier now that his friends were with him again.
The Wolves of Sandpoint, now the heroes of Magnimar too, reunited, but not quite certain where to go, or for what purpose.
But destiny was pulling them, and it would not be long before she had sunk her claws into them once more.
Just time for one night of fun. Just one more night of fun....
OOC: So ends Hewligan's Rise of the RuneLords Adventure 2: The Skinsaw Murders.
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