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<blockquote data-quote="pogre" data-source="post: 990535" data-attributes="member: 6588"><p><strong>Coming Together</strong></p><p></p><p>Episode 01</p><p>Coming Together</p><p></p><p>“You’re an idiot,” Inga screamed at the hulking figure before her.</p><p></p><p>The humanoid’s club fell to its side and he turned towards the barbarian woman. She was tall and well proportioned. Her muscular arms revealed her warrior upbringing. She did not flinch as the hulking half-breed came towards her. </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0102_Inga.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0102_Inga_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Do you understand that was supposed to be dinner?” Inga strode over to the remnants of a small prairie pig. The pig was nearly unrecognizable; its body was smashed as though a Giant had stepped on it. “I guess I can make a stew or soup from it. You might save your battle rage for a slightly more important foe Skully.”</p><p></p><p>“I am Skullringer!” the half-orc yelled. “I crush my opponents with the fury of a god!” </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0101_skullringer.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0101_skullringer_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Well, you crushed your dinner, that’s for sure,” Inga could not help but smile. “Grab some firewood. I’ll try to dress out this mess.”</p><p></p><p>“Save heart,” Skullringer demanded.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, yeah, if I can find it, I’ll save the heart,” she replied. As the huge half-orc left her immediate presence Inga chuckled at the whole affair. In her home tribe she had been accused of being too brutal! Imagine what they would think of her new traveling companion. One thing she liked about Skully, it would either be glory or death, and nothing in between. The gods had called her to weave a new Saga and meeting Skullringer was the first step.</p><p></p><p>The half-orc was lumbering back to camp with an amazing amount of wood. He dropped the half-cord and set down on his haunches. “You find heart?” he asked expectantly.</p><p></p><p>“It’s over there,” she replied pointing to a small piece of gut set aside on a leaf. The half-orc almost skipped over to the organ and inhaled it quickly.</p><p></p><p>“We should go North. Norwhals, Mastadons – worthy kills,” Skullringer stated.</p><p></p><p><em>Not this again.</em> Inga thought to herself. “Who would be there to give you the glory you are due in that frozen wasteland? All should know of our might. Men should tremble at our sight. Ours will be a great Saga told over generations of campfires,” Inga waxed. Skullringer had closed his eyes. She knew he had just wanted to hear about their coming fame.</p><p></p><p>“When do we meet this southern holy woman you know?” Skullringer asked impatiently.</p><p></p><p>“Soon, Skully, soon.”</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later she cooked the pork with some greens in a camp pot using the blood as a thickener. The two set down and ate the meal quickly. Inga was more than a little revolted by the half-orc’s primitive features, but when he ate it took him to a new level of ugliness. <em>I wonder why he has not tried to mate with me?</em> she thought. She shivered at the thought and settled down in her roll. <em> His disinterest is a gift from the gods.</em> She smiled to herself as she drifted to sleep.</p><p></p><p>Skullringer took watch and sat on his haunches gazing over at Inga. <em>She strong good fighter. She tell good stories. She smart. But, she ugly as Mastadon.</em></p><p></p><p>…..</p><p></p><p>“I’ll see you in the Abyss Father!” Gerhardt’s last words to his father still rung in his ears. He smiled remembering the mad cursing his father had sent after him as he moved down the road. He was off to find some holy people and then out to make a fortune. He would succeed where his brother Johann had failed. His father had cursed his elder brother for taking to the adventuring life. ‘Good for nothing’ his dad had called Johann. Still, when Johann came home once and told Gerhardt all of the tales of his adventures he decided right there he would follow his footsteps.</p><p></p><p>His brother had given him a couple of tips before leaving. “Always strike at their back when you can. The brave man is a fool who does not know how to fight.” He also told Gerhardt, “Always travel with holy men. They can patch you up when the dust has settled.” </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0103_Gerhardt_Eisenfaust.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0103_Gerhardt_Eisenfaust_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a> </p><p></p><p>Gerhardt had worked very hard at the skills of fighting, including slipping past his opponents. Now, he was on a quest – to find holy men.</p><p></p><p>…..</p><p></p><p>“Holy Marrkidia, Goddess of War, how may I bring glory to you?” Xerk asked on a knee. He had been asking for three days straight. His soul was unsure of what course he should take. The holy fathers wanted him to join the guard of Derlon and fight for the state. But, it just did not feel right to the young priest. Three days of fasting and prayer were supposed to bring the answer. Three was HER divine number. He hoped for an answer this night.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orangered">“Blood and Honor.”</span></p><p></p><p>The voice in his ears startled young Xerk. It was a strong feminine voice. He was quivering – there could be no question it was HER. Did he dare another entreaty? Did he dare ask about the guard?</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orangered">“Your answer will come from one like me,”</span> the voice came again to his ear.</p><p></p><p>“Like you?” Xerk involuntarily asked. The presence was gone. He had been blessed with divine guidance, but yet he was still unsure. Further prayers would be of no help. He knew he must puzzle this out for himself. </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0104_xerk.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0104_xerk_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p><em>Who is like Marrkidia?</em> Xerk thought. <em>A mighty female warrior capable of cutting men to pieces. One who led men into battle with her iron will.</em> He could think of no one.</p><p></p><p>…..</p><p></p><p>“Gjord will you hand me that root?” Hilde asked the ranger. Gjord handed the cleric the required plant and she set it in her pestle and began mincing it. Gjord was a tall man with an easy manner. His easy movement translated into mastery of the two weapon fighting style.</p><p></p><p>“Does it have medicinal properties?” Gjord asked.</p><p></p><p>“No, it is a flavoring for our food nothing more.” </p><p></p><p>Hilde had met Gjord on her way home from her communing trip. A year ago she had gone to the northern wilderness to seek guidance from Opheria. The Goddess of the Hearth had led her to him. He had abandoned his trapping line without a word and seemed content in their preparations. </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0106_gjord.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0106_gjord_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“When do we leave?” Gjord asked her.</p><p></p><p>“That is not up to us,” Hilde answered cryptically. She was always vague like this, but Gjord never objected. </p><p></p><p>“Where will we go on this journey?” Gjord asked.</p><p></p><p>“I am following someone, just like you Gjord,” she answered with a smile. “Our patience will be rewarded soon I am certain. It is our task to be ready.” Hilde was a cleric to Opheria who dressed in the ways of the other sisters. She chose not to hide in the covenant or even to become a mid-wife as many following the Goddess did. Instead, she sought a new role, a pro-active role in furthering the will of her Goddess. Opheria continued to bless her and she felt confident in this path. </p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0107_Hilde.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0107_Hilde_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>She heard Gjord unsheathe his weapons. Hilde looked up and saw a mighty warrior woman approaching, accompanied by a huge orc. “Hold Gjord,” she told the ranger. “These are the ones I have been waiting for – welcome Inga and er… friend.”</p><p></p><p>Inga rushed up to the priestess and embraced her roughly lifting her off the ground. “We are ready to start the Saga!”</p><p></p><p>“Excellent, my dear,” Hilde said in a choked voice. “Now, please set me down before I have to heal my own ribs!”</p><p></p><p>…..</p><p></p><p>“You have been accused of stealing and offering stolen wares – how do you plead Nanjuk?” the magistrate’s words stung the young dwarf.</p><p><a href="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0105_nanjuk.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0105_nanjuk_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Innocent my Lord,” Nanjuk answered. <em>How ridiculous!</em> the young dwarf thought. <em>I just stole a purse that had less than 20 crowns! Where is that stupid attorney anyway!</em></p><p></p><p>“I read here you are to be represented by Micolai Helfring of Helfring and Associates,” the judge stated.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, my Lord,” Nanjuk replied.</p><p></p><p>“Are you aware of Master Helfring’s condition?” the magistrate asked.</p><p></p><p>Nanjuk thought he could see a smile crossing the judge’s thin, human lips.</p><p></p><p>“I have been out of the loop I must admit my Lord,” Nanjuk replied holding up his manacles. A slight titter issued forth from others in the courtroom.</p><p></p><p>“Indeed,” the judge said slowly. “Master Helfring is not well at all.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh he’s under the weather then?” Nanjuk asked. <em>Well at least that explains where the rat is</em> he thought to himself.</p><p></p><p>“Underground actually,” the magistrate replied. “He was found dead yesterday evening. Apparently, someone misplaced a dagger in his neck.”</p><p></p><p>Nanjuk was ill prepared to deal with this news. It was a double blow. His attorney was dead and the killing had all the hallmarks of a Network killing. His head was swimming. “That really should not affect the case at all my Lord,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“How so?” the amused judge asked.</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure Master Helfring can offer the same defense as usual even in his current condition,” Nanjuk stated flatly. The court laughed loudly at the remark.</p><p></p><p>“Take him away,” the judge ordered with a chuckle.</p><p></p><p>Nanjuk jumped down from the block and meekly went to the guards.</p><p></p><p>The next morning the guards came to the main cell and called for Nanjuk. “I already had my pleadings.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re out. Agreed restitution and vouching.”</p><p></p><p>“Who?” the shocked dwarf asked.</p><p></p><p>“Dunno. Come along dwarf.”</p><p></p><p>Nanjuk’s mind raced. <em>Who would vouch and pay for him? Damn. The Network. Had to be. Did they think he was stupid enough to turn?</em> Nanjuk absent mindedly signed his release papers, collected his belongings and left the tower.</p><p></p><p><em>I got to get out of here for a while. Let things cool down. Maybe I can find that loudmouthed kid who was looking for people to travel with – what was his name? Oh yes, Gerhardt.</em></p><p></p><p>to be continued…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pogre, post: 990535, member: 6588"] [b]Coming Together[/b] Episode 01 Coming Together “You’re an idiot,” Inga screamed at the hulking figure before her. The humanoid’s club fell to its side and he turned towards the barbarian woman. She was tall and well proportioned. Her muscular arms revealed her warrior upbringing. She did not flinch as the hulking half-breed came towards her. [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0102_Inga.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0102_Inga_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Do you understand that was supposed to be dinner?” Inga strode over to the remnants of a small prairie pig. The pig was nearly unrecognizable; its body was smashed as though a Giant had stepped on it. “I guess I can make a stew or soup from it. You might save your battle rage for a slightly more important foe Skully.” “I am Skullringer!” the half-orc yelled. “I crush my opponents with the fury of a god!” [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0101_skullringer.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0101_skullringer_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Well, you crushed your dinner, that’s for sure,” Inga could not help but smile. “Grab some firewood. I’ll try to dress out this mess.” “Save heart,” Skullringer demanded. “Yeah, yeah, if I can find it, I’ll save the heart,” she replied. As the huge half-orc left her immediate presence Inga chuckled at the whole affair. In her home tribe she had been accused of being too brutal! Imagine what they would think of her new traveling companion. One thing she liked about Skully, it would either be glory or death, and nothing in between. The gods had called her to weave a new Saga and meeting Skullringer was the first step. The half-orc was lumbering back to camp with an amazing amount of wood. He dropped the half-cord and set down on his haunches. “You find heart?” he asked expectantly. “It’s over there,” she replied pointing to a small piece of gut set aside on a leaf. The half-orc almost skipped over to the organ and inhaled it quickly. “We should go North. Norwhals, Mastadons – worthy kills,” Skullringer stated. [I]Not this again.[/I] Inga thought to herself. “Who would be there to give you the glory you are due in that frozen wasteland? All should know of our might. Men should tremble at our sight. Ours will be a great Saga told over generations of campfires,” Inga waxed. Skullringer had closed his eyes. She knew he had just wanted to hear about their coming fame. “When do we meet this southern holy woman you know?” Skullringer asked impatiently. “Soon, Skully, soon.” A few minutes later she cooked the pork with some greens in a camp pot using the blood as a thickener. The two set down and ate the meal quickly. Inga was more than a little revolted by the half-orc’s primitive features, but when he ate it took him to a new level of ugliness. [I]I wonder why he has not tried to mate with me?[/I] she thought. She shivered at the thought and settled down in her roll. [I] His disinterest is a gift from the gods.[/I] She smiled to herself as she drifted to sleep. Skullringer took watch and sat on his haunches gazing over at Inga. [I]She strong good fighter. She tell good stories. She smart. But, she ugly as Mastadon.[/I] ….. “I’ll see you in the Abyss Father!” Gerhardt’s last words to his father still rung in his ears. He smiled remembering the mad cursing his father had sent after him as he moved down the road. He was off to find some holy people and then out to make a fortune. He would succeed where his brother Johann had failed. His father had cursed his elder brother for taking to the adventuring life. ‘Good for nothing’ his dad had called Johann. Still, when Johann came home once and told Gerhardt all of the tales of his adventures he decided right there he would follow his footsteps. His brother had given him a couple of tips before leaving. “Always strike at their back when you can. The brave man is a fool who does not know how to fight.” He also told Gerhardt, “Always travel with holy men. They can patch you up when the dust has settled.” [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0103_Gerhardt_Eisenfaust.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0103_Gerhardt_Eisenfaust_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Gerhardt had worked very hard at the skills of fighting, including slipping past his opponents. Now, he was on a quest – to find holy men. ….. “Holy Marrkidia, Goddess of War, how may I bring glory to you?” Xerk asked on a knee. He had been asking for three days straight. His soul was unsure of what course he should take. The holy fathers wanted him to join the guard of Derlon and fight for the state. But, it just did not feel right to the young priest. Three days of fasting and prayer were supposed to bring the answer. Three was HER divine number. He hoped for an answer this night. [COLOR=orangered]“Blood and Honor.”[/COLOR] The voice in his ears startled young Xerk. It was a strong feminine voice. He was quivering – there could be no question it was HER. Did he dare another entreaty? Did he dare ask about the guard? [COLOR=orangered]“Your answer will come from one like me,”[/COLOR] the voice came again to his ear. “Like you?” Xerk involuntarily asked. The presence was gone. He had been blessed with divine guidance, but yet he was still unsure. Further prayers would be of no help. He knew he must puzzle this out for himself. [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0104_xerk.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0104_xerk_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [I]Who is like Marrkidia?[/I] Xerk thought. [I]A mighty female warrior capable of cutting men to pieces. One who led men into battle with her iron will.[/I] He could think of no one. ….. “Gjord will you hand me that root?” Hilde asked the ranger. Gjord handed the cleric the required plant and she set it in her pestle and began mincing it. Gjord was a tall man with an easy manner. His easy movement translated into mastery of the two weapon fighting style. “Does it have medicinal properties?” Gjord asked. “No, it is a flavoring for our food nothing more.” Hilde had met Gjord on her way home from her communing trip. A year ago she had gone to the northern wilderness to seek guidance from Opheria. The Goddess of the Hearth had led her to him. He had abandoned his trapping line without a word and seemed content in their preparations. [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0106_gjord.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0106_gjord_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “When do we leave?” Gjord asked her. “That is not up to us,” Hilde answered cryptically. She was always vague like this, but Gjord never objected. “Where will we go on this journey?” Gjord asked. “I am following someone, just like you Gjord,” she answered with a smile. “Our patience will be rewarded soon I am certain. It is our task to be ready.” Hilde was a cleric to Opheria who dressed in the ways of the other sisters. She chose not to hide in the covenant or even to become a mid-wife as many following the Goddess did. Instead, she sought a new role, a pro-active role in furthering the will of her Goddess. Opheria continued to bless her and she felt confident in this path. [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0107_Hilde.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0107_Hilde_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] She heard Gjord unsheathe his weapons. Hilde looked up and saw a mighty warrior woman approaching, accompanied by a huge orc. “Hold Gjord,” she told the ranger. “These are the ones I have been waiting for – welcome Inga and er… friend.” Inga rushed up to the priestess and embraced her roughly lifting her off the ground. “We are ready to start the Saga!” “Excellent, my dear,” Hilde said in a choked voice. “Now, please set me down before I have to heal my own ribs!” ….. “You have been accused of stealing and offering stolen wares – how do you plead Nanjuk?” the magistrate’s words stung the young dwarf. [URL=http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0105_nanjuk.jpg][IMG]http://www.compet-edge.com/story_hour_2/0105_nanjuk_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Innocent my Lord,” Nanjuk answered. [I]How ridiculous![/I] the young dwarf thought. [I]I just stole a purse that had less than 20 crowns! Where is that stupid attorney anyway![/I] “I read here you are to be represented by Micolai Helfring of Helfring and Associates,” the judge stated. “Yes, my Lord,” Nanjuk replied. “Are you aware of Master Helfring’s condition?” the magistrate asked. Nanjuk thought he could see a smile crossing the judge’s thin, human lips. “I have been out of the loop I must admit my Lord,” Nanjuk replied holding up his manacles. A slight titter issued forth from others in the courtroom. “Indeed,” the judge said slowly. “Master Helfring is not well at all.” “Oh he’s under the weather then?” Nanjuk asked. [I]Well at least that explains where the rat is[/I] he thought to himself. “Underground actually,” the magistrate replied. “He was found dead yesterday evening. Apparently, someone misplaced a dagger in his neck.” Nanjuk was ill prepared to deal with this news. It was a double blow. His attorney was dead and the killing had all the hallmarks of a Network killing. His head was swimming. “That really should not affect the case at all my Lord,” he said. “How so?” the amused judge asked. “I’m sure Master Helfring can offer the same defense as usual even in his current condition,” Nanjuk stated flatly. The court laughed loudly at the remark. “Take him away,” the judge ordered with a chuckle. Nanjuk jumped down from the block and meekly went to the guards. The next morning the guards came to the main cell and called for Nanjuk. “I already had my pleadings.” “You’re out. Agreed restitution and vouching.” “Who?” the shocked dwarf asked. “Dunno. Come along dwarf.” Nanjuk’s mind raced. [I]Who would vouch and pay for him? Damn. The Network. Had to be. Did they think he was stupid enough to turn?[/I] Nanjuk absent mindedly signed his release papers, collected his belongings and left the tower. [I]I got to get out of here for a while. Let things cool down. Maybe I can find that loudmouthed kid who was looking for people to travel with – what was his name? Oh yes, Gerhardt.[/I] to be continued… [/QUOTE]
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