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<blockquote data-quote="Canthor" data-source="post: 100559" data-attributes="member: 3341"><p>After a trance, Canthor awoke and prayed to Bryle for forgiveness. The day before had witnessed the death of two innocents in a particularly cruel mishap. Though Star may be a follower of Bryle, he still needs much guidance before he truly understands what Bryle the Divine Protector desires of his believers. His heart is good though his methods are not always as good. “What must I do?” Canthor asked himself as he began his daily ritual. Bryle’s presence soon comforted Canthor and as he relaxed he felt his energies renewed and his divine grace grow stronger. Words of ancient holy wisdom flowed into Canthor’s mind, some old and some quite new, and thus Canthor sat for a while.</p><p></p><p> During lunch the Party discussed what to do with the various articles taken from the evil follower of Balahnin. Since he had been mighty warrior, we supposed that he had powerful magic woven into his armament. Since Tarmus and Star were confident that they could figure out whatever power these items might have, Remus and Canthor stood back and watched the action. Star soon had the lions head on the black steel shield chomping on a nearby tree. Tarmus was anxious to copy this act and quickly he too discovered that the lions head could be provoked to attack, though it was after he became frustrated with the shield that the lions head turned and bit him. Nothing else proved of interest, though having two options for sleeves from the dark full plate did seem fun. It’s too bad we don’t know anyone evil and winged who has retired with lots of money.</p><p></p><p> Delayed only by a brief search for a buyer for the dark full plate, which came equipped with accommodations for wings (and a lousy sale price), we set off for Huranti, the land of the elven kingdom. Remus and I had never been there, while Star and Tarmus hadn’t been there in a long time. The army of undead would wait until the company of clerics of Bryle could leave Aenith in the spring season. The Dark Wizard could wait until we were prepared to take him. And, Canthor thought pleasantly, Armathon will be dealt with when the time is right. So in essence, we had free time.</p><p></p><p> After the first night, Canthor had a very strange dream. Not one to dream of much other than the extreme excellence of Bryle, nor one to dream of cute female humans, Canthor was distressed by the vision. A young woman dressed in green with white flowers. She’s running through a forest warning the creatures of the trees to flee. They flee and she continues to run. Then she stops and there in front of her is a newly constructed wall of stone and earth. It’s unnatural feel is like a blade into the heart of the grove. An intangible creature of darkness reaches toward the young female and a ball of glowing darkness streaks out towards her.</p><p></p><p> The next morning Canthor spoke of his dream to his companions. Remus replied, “Her name is Butterfly. She is my sister.”</p><p></p><p> “What?” </p><p></p><p> Remus then spoke to Canthor with a very somber tone, “My sister’s soul is in my sword. One time before she has reached out to speak to me in peril, so I strengthened the blade at the Forge of Liquid Fire. That seemed to help. I do not know what to do. This is not to be spoken about with others outside the party.”</p><p></p><p> “Surely there must be something that Eaonway of the Temple of Natural Balance can do. Did you feel anything while you were there?”</p><p></p><p> “No I did not.”</p><p></p><p> “Hold on, let me contact him.”</p><p></p><p> With that having escaped his lips, Canthor spoke the spiritual words of sending and he asked, “It’s Canthor. Hi Eaonway. What do you know of communal dreams about the restlessness of long dead souls?”</p><p></p><p> Eaonway replied, “Dreams are very important. Good luck figuring it out.”</p><p></p><p> “Umm, Eaonway has no knowledge on the subject.”</p><p></p><p> After a long silence, Star spoke, “Come on guys, lets go blow up some sheep.”</p><p></p><p> Quickly Tarmus grinned and soon an image of a small sheep with large sparkling innocent eyes standing amid a large field arose between us. The sheep said, “Baaaaa” and then went *Boom*. Little tufts of wool drifted back down onto the field as the entire party busted up in howls of laughter.</p><p></p><p> On the journey to River’s end, on route to Qualin in Huranti, during the hours Canthor and Star were on watch, Tarmus could be heard mumbling in his sleep, “One sheep… boom… heehee…two sheep…boom…heehee.”</p><p></p><p> Around the fifth day of the journey, the group sited a woman on a horse in the distance. Hopeful for news of any interest, we hailed her. She waved back and lifted her helm, revealing Katrina Purelight. Soon she joined us and Canthor, speaking words of praise to Bryle and congratulations to Katrina, asked and received a large feast worthy of heroes. Katrina told us of her quest into the dark land to retrieve the Necklace of the Gods of Bryle. The rings under her confident eyes bespoke of the terrors she must have witnessed. She spoke mostly of her awakening from what she believed would be her final sleep, and finding her blade stuck into the corpse of the hideous foe who had almost sent her to Bryle before her time. After what must have been an hour of dining and storytelling, she left our company and headed off to Aenith. She would not listen to our plea that she stay that night, for a better rest. A feeling that she should make haste had set upon her shoulders and she believed it to be an omen.</p><p></p><p> So we wished her farewell and continued on the way to River’s End. During the Third Watch, which happened to be when Star was on watch, the faint sound of leathery wings began to drift through the air. In an act of pure foresight, Star woke us. He could not see them, but he could hear them. Not much time passed before a voice spoke into the minds of the party, each hearing something different. The lack of appearance caused the adventurers to question the sincerity of the question each was asked (which happened to be about which way the woman rider had gone). Tarmus and Star each told contradictory stories with incredible conviction (neither of which were the truth), Remus became mentally confused, and Canthor asked the speaker to come and appear in body his question. The sight of eleven green skinned, four armed, vicious battle ax wielding, winged and clawed creatures soon answered the question the hung about the camp, “What did we get ourselves into?”</p><p></p><p> Suddenly a voice that was not only in our minds spoke, “Tell us the truth stupid mortals or face your death.” </p><p></p><p> Tarmus, thinking quickly, spoke, “Now gentlemen, I mean great green powerful evil guys, I don’t know what these guys said, but the woman on the horse went that way.”</p><p></p><p> Star, falling in line with Tarmus’ idea, agreed, “Wait, the woman on the horse? Not the whore?”</p><p></p><p> “Star, why would these great green powerful evil guys want a </p><p>whore? Of course they want to know about the woman on the horse.”</p><p></p><p> “Oh, she went that way.”</p><p></p><p> “Exactly, I think we’ve had a misun….”</p><p></p><p> Suddenly five of the winged creatures opened their hands and released coins which fell to the ground and emitted darkness. Tarmus spoke hesitantly, “Now this doesn’t help at all. I already told you that she went that way.”</p><p></p><p> “Silence. The truth or death.”</p><p></p><p> Quickly Star readied an arrow, Tarmus muttered songs of heroic acts, Canthor cast a spell of protection, and Remus picked up the coin and put the darkness squarely in his pants.</p><p></p><p> As the darkness lifted the winged creatures sprang into action. Combat began and lasted for quite a while. The fly by attack that the creatures employed revealed a weakness in the party in their reliance on melee combat. The adventurers realized that only two creatures were actually there and the other nine were illusions. </p><p></p><p> Star fired arrows in large numbers and realized the necessity to discern which of the images was real. When one of his arrows landed true, Canthor reacted by casting silence upon the creature. Then that creature ran out of images and was carved down with a mighty blow by Remus. The other creature continued to fight, but retreated when his wounds were too much.</p><p></p><p> Wounded, but proud for repelling what was following Katrina, the party cleaned their wounds and healed and began their sixth day of journey on the way to River’s End on route to Qualin of Huranti.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Canthor, post: 100559, member: 3341"] After a trance, Canthor awoke and prayed to Bryle for forgiveness. The day before had witnessed the death of two innocents in a particularly cruel mishap. Though Star may be a follower of Bryle, he still needs much guidance before he truly understands what Bryle the Divine Protector desires of his believers. His heart is good though his methods are not always as good. “What must I do?” Canthor asked himself as he began his daily ritual. Bryle’s presence soon comforted Canthor and as he relaxed he felt his energies renewed and his divine grace grow stronger. Words of ancient holy wisdom flowed into Canthor’s mind, some old and some quite new, and thus Canthor sat for a while. During lunch the Party discussed what to do with the various articles taken from the evil follower of Balahnin. Since he had been mighty warrior, we supposed that he had powerful magic woven into his armament. Since Tarmus and Star were confident that they could figure out whatever power these items might have, Remus and Canthor stood back and watched the action. Star soon had the lions head on the black steel shield chomping on a nearby tree. Tarmus was anxious to copy this act and quickly he too discovered that the lions head could be provoked to attack, though it was after he became frustrated with the shield that the lions head turned and bit him. Nothing else proved of interest, though having two options for sleeves from the dark full plate did seem fun. It’s too bad we don’t know anyone evil and winged who has retired with lots of money. Delayed only by a brief search for a buyer for the dark full plate, which came equipped with accommodations for wings (and a lousy sale price), we set off for Huranti, the land of the elven kingdom. Remus and I had never been there, while Star and Tarmus hadn’t been there in a long time. The army of undead would wait until the company of clerics of Bryle could leave Aenith in the spring season. The Dark Wizard could wait until we were prepared to take him. And, Canthor thought pleasantly, Armathon will be dealt with when the time is right. So in essence, we had free time. After the first night, Canthor had a very strange dream. Not one to dream of much other than the extreme excellence of Bryle, nor one to dream of cute female humans, Canthor was distressed by the vision. A young woman dressed in green with white flowers. She’s running through a forest warning the creatures of the trees to flee. They flee and she continues to run. Then she stops and there in front of her is a newly constructed wall of stone and earth. It’s unnatural feel is like a blade into the heart of the grove. An intangible creature of darkness reaches toward the young female and a ball of glowing darkness streaks out towards her. The next morning Canthor spoke of his dream to his companions. Remus replied, “Her name is Butterfly. She is my sister.” “What?” Remus then spoke to Canthor with a very somber tone, “My sister’s soul is in my sword. One time before she has reached out to speak to me in peril, so I strengthened the blade at the Forge of Liquid Fire. That seemed to help. I do not know what to do. This is not to be spoken about with others outside the party.” “Surely there must be something that Eaonway of the Temple of Natural Balance can do. Did you feel anything while you were there?” “No I did not.” “Hold on, let me contact him.” With that having escaped his lips, Canthor spoke the spiritual words of sending and he asked, “It’s Canthor. Hi Eaonway. What do you know of communal dreams about the restlessness of long dead souls?” Eaonway replied, “Dreams are very important. Good luck figuring it out.” “Umm, Eaonway has no knowledge on the subject.” After a long silence, Star spoke, “Come on guys, lets go blow up some sheep.” Quickly Tarmus grinned and soon an image of a small sheep with large sparkling innocent eyes standing amid a large field arose between us. The sheep said, “Baaaaa” and then went *Boom*. Little tufts of wool drifted back down onto the field as the entire party busted up in howls of laughter. On the journey to River’s end, on route to Qualin in Huranti, during the hours Canthor and Star were on watch, Tarmus could be heard mumbling in his sleep, “One sheep… boom… heehee…two sheep…boom…heehee.” Around the fifth day of the journey, the group sited a woman on a horse in the distance. Hopeful for news of any interest, we hailed her. She waved back and lifted her helm, revealing Katrina Purelight. Soon she joined us and Canthor, speaking words of praise to Bryle and congratulations to Katrina, asked and received a large feast worthy of heroes. Katrina told us of her quest into the dark land to retrieve the Necklace of the Gods of Bryle. The rings under her confident eyes bespoke of the terrors she must have witnessed. She spoke mostly of her awakening from what she believed would be her final sleep, and finding her blade stuck into the corpse of the hideous foe who had almost sent her to Bryle before her time. After what must have been an hour of dining and storytelling, she left our company and headed off to Aenith. She would not listen to our plea that she stay that night, for a better rest. A feeling that she should make haste had set upon her shoulders and she believed it to be an omen. So we wished her farewell and continued on the way to River’s End. During the Third Watch, which happened to be when Star was on watch, the faint sound of leathery wings began to drift through the air. In an act of pure foresight, Star woke us. He could not see them, but he could hear them. Not much time passed before a voice spoke into the minds of the party, each hearing something different. The lack of appearance caused the adventurers to question the sincerity of the question each was asked (which happened to be about which way the woman rider had gone). Tarmus and Star each told contradictory stories with incredible conviction (neither of which were the truth), Remus became mentally confused, and Canthor asked the speaker to come and appear in body his question. The sight of eleven green skinned, four armed, vicious battle ax wielding, winged and clawed creatures soon answered the question the hung about the camp, “What did we get ourselves into?” Suddenly a voice that was not only in our minds spoke, “Tell us the truth stupid mortals or face your death.” Tarmus, thinking quickly, spoke, “Now gentlemen, I mean great green powerful evil guys, I don’t know what these guys said, but the woman on the horse went that way.” Star, falling in line with Tarmus’ idea, agreed, “Wait, the woman on the horse? Not the whore?” “Star, why would these great green powerful evil guys want a whore? Of course they want to know about the woman on the horse.” “Oh, she went that way.” “Exactly, I think we’ve had a misun….” Suddenly five of the winged creatures opened their hands and released coins which fell to the ground and emitted darkness. Tarmus spoke hesitantly, “Now this doesn’t help at all. I already told you that she went that way.” “Silence. The truth or death.” Quickly Star readied an arrow, Tarmus muttered songs of heroic acts, Canthor cast a spell of protection, and Remus picked up the coin and put the darkness squarely in his pants. As the darkness lifted the winged creatures sprang into action. Combat began and lasted for quite a while. The fly by attack that the creatures employed revealed a weakness in the party in their reliance on melee combat. The adventurers realized that only two creatures were actually there and the other nine were illusions. Star fired arrows in large numbers and realized the necessity to discern which of the images was real. When one of his arrows landed true, Canthor reacted by casting silence upon the creature. Then that creature ran out of images and was carved down with a mighty blow by Remus. The other creature continued to fight, but retreated when his wounds were too much. Wounded, but proud for repelling what was following Katrina, the party cleaned their wounds and healed and began their sixth day of journey on the way to River’s End on route to Qualin of Huranti. [/QUOTE]
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