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<blockquote data-quote="Guilberwood" data-source="post: 2541146" data-attributes="member: 15692"><p>Chapter I – The meeting </p><p></p><p> It was a very hot summer in Northen Ergoth, and not even a single drop of rain had fallen in the last few days, a very unusual fact in that region. The heat punished both man and their roads, which, in times like these, where filled with dust.</p><p></p><p> That’s why neither the priest nor the elf had any trouble sighting the cloud of dust that appeared on the horizon. </p><p></p><p> Anyone who traveled trough those roads knew that a cloud like that was caused by running horses. Perhaps a lonely traveler, or perhaps a band a outlaws coming their way, fast.</p><p></p><p> “The time has come. Certainly we’re the new target of this road robbers”, Darrien thought. Lua, on the other hand, raised his sword and got ready to the conflict that would soon begin.</p><p></p><p> At each moment the dust cloud got bigger and bigger, approaching the travelers, and soon the image of their adversaries would be visible in the distance. The tension was enormous.</p><p></p><p> As the image got clearer, the priest and the elf gave a sight of relive. Behind that dust cloud there was no dangerous group of bandits. As a matter of fact, for their surprise, all that noise and all that dust were created by a single horse and his owner, who, as his appearance led to believe, was a traveler too, perhaps even a ranger. </p><p> </p><p> As he saw the miserable state in which those travelers were, the ranger slowed down his horse e got closer, as to have a better understanding of what was happening.</p><p></p><p> Now that both sides knew they were not in danger, a small talk erupted. To tell the exact truth here, Darrien and Elliot (that was the ranger’s name) chatted, while Lua watched as they spoke. Sometimes, the priest could swear the elf did not understand a word they were saying.</p><p></p><p> Elliot was a young human, apparently 22 years old, his black hair was long and straight, at the height of his shoulders, he had a keen look in his eyes. Yet, he seemed like a good man, even though his light beard gave him a serious look. He bore a travelers outfit under a chain shirt. In his scabbard, a long sword. In his left hand a wood shield. As if he wasn’t already armed enough, there was a spear in his back. Certainly, they stood in front of someone who knew how to defend himself. </p><p></p><p> Fortunately, even the first look in his eyes showed that Elliot was not there to rob wagons form a defenseless old priest. Surprisingly, he actually looked like someone who was willing to help them out. </p><p> </p><p>However, for their bad luck, Elliot didn’t have any skills in woodwork and, therefore, had no idea how to fix a broken wheel. </p><p></p><p> All the joy the priest felt when he saw the ranger had disappeared when he realized that the he could not help them in anyway. After all, ranger or not, the wheel was still broken and they were still stuck in the middle of the road.</p><p></p><p> But, even tough he could not fix the wheel, Elliot was young and willing to help, with a valuable asset at the time: a fresh horse. So, they decided the ranger would help the priest and his scout in another way.</p><p></p><p> Darrien took the last piece of parchment he had and wrote a hurried note. After finishing, he handed it to Elliot and said “Take this note to a boy called Dante, in the city of Hillfall. The village is less than 2 days ahead of here. Climb the mountains, you’ll spot the windmills. Look for him in the orphanage, it’s not difficult to find it.”</p><p></p><p> Moments latter, Elliot left, heading straight to Hillfall, helping out strangers he had never met before in his life, people he just met in the middle of the road.</p><p></p><p> ********************************</p><p></p><p> “Those red beared man are coming again, I should hide somewhere around here” Said Lyn to herself as she saw the town guards of Hillall headed in her direction. Lately, the gnome was not on speaking terms with them, and avoiding the guards was a good thing at the time. The escape was not without reason: her last experience with them had not been a pleasant one, and she would still remember it for a long time. </p><p></p><p> Lyn had abandoned her house in Mount Nevermind in search of her lifequest: become famous all over Ansalon. A life quest is something every gnome has, it’s a tradition handed form generation to generation, from father to sun.</p><p></p><p> Lyn’s father had already tried to become famous for his inventions, just like her grandfather did, and her great grandfather before, but, somehow, for some reason, none of them managed to receive the due credit for their inventions and, just like that, the mission was herded by the future generations. </p><p></p><p> She was, just like any young gnome, determined to stop this series of failures. According to the legend, if she was successful, she, and all her ancestors, would finally reach paradise and meet their God, Reorx.</p><p></p><p> Sadly, history was already repeating herself, and the failures from the past already hunted the young gnome. When Lyn was still a teenager (she was forty at the time), she developed her first invention: a crossbow that loaded itself automatically, and could shoot five time before one needed to recharge it. Actually, the gadget was truly amazing. Lyn inserted a clip with 5 bolts next to the trigger, and, as the first one was launched, the second one was already in place for the next shot. Together with all the bells and a thousand other parts, it made a incredible feat of engineering. </p><p></p><p> She was not yet satisfied, and so she installed a aim to help measure how deep the target was, for distance shots, and, since it’s better to be safe than sorry (and gnomes are very worried about their safety) she also created a spear clip, just in case the first one got stuck right when a goblin was charging ate her .</p><p></p><p> When it was finally over, Lyn decided to show her masterpiece for the other gnomes, feeling certain that her merit would be recognized, and soon would become famous for this marvelous achievement, honoring her family. Unfortunately, as the gadget went for the inspection of the long-distance-weapons-committee, after been approved by the safety-and-beauty syndicate, the result was not what she had expected.</p><p></p><p> After a lot of discussion, the counselors decided that the weapon was not a new one, but a variation of an existing weapon, whose creator was a gnome that lived centuries before. So, technically, it was not an new invention, but a recreation of an existing one, and it meant that Lyn would receive no credit at all.</p><p></p><p> Feeling angry as she had never felt before, she abandoned Mount Nevermind, and decided that she would become famous not because of her inventions, but due to her heroic deeds.</p><p></p><p> That’s how she ended up in Hillfall, after a few time wondering randomly throughout Northen Ergoth. She was mesmerized by the giant wind and watermills, things she had never seen before, and was eager to understand its functions to, of course, improve it with some gnome technology.</p><p></p><p> And that’s how she got in trouble with the city guards. One day, she was making her bed at her new home (hidden inside one of the city’s Windmills,) when the guards appeared (attending to the nearby citizens warning that a gnome was stealing the mill) and threw her out. She fell directly at a mud pool, and the guards threw her belongings in the mud too. “They were not very nice”, she thought a few days latter, as she still tried to clean her things, specially her clothes, now stained with mud.</p><p></p><p> Lyn had every reason not to meet the guards again. She was still snooping around the windmills, and the guards were after her, but this time to throw her out of the city. So, when she saw the guards coming, hiding was the first thing that came to her mind.</p><p></p><p> She hid behind some barrels outside a house that, by the looks of it, seemed like an artisan’s house. Spread in the backyard were lots of tools and wood items. None of these caught her attention, as it seemed someone was heading to that specific house. “Must be the owner, I’d better get going, or else he’ll scream for the guards” . Strangely, she noticed that the owner (and her daughter) were inside of the house. Curiosity took her over, and she decide to wait for a few more minutes “just to see what happens here”.</p><p></p><p> ********************************</p><p></p><p> Elliot followed the instructions the priest had given him, and it was not difficult to find the city of Hillfall. Nestled in the mountains of Northen Ergoth, Hillfall was a strategic point, for it barred the passage from the mountains (where goblins, ogres, and other creatures lived) into the plains. </p><p></p><p> The city was filled with mills, mostly windmills, but there was a watermill too. A small stone wall circled the city, and from the outside he could see the few houses, the numerous farms and a Castle, more like a keep, in the uppermost area of the town. “This city must have no lord” he thought, seeing that the keep was kept in a horrible state.</p><p></p><p> As he entered the city, he soon found a square with stables to place his horse. Just ass he got out of his mount, a small boy, maybe 10 years old came his way, offering to take care of the horse. </p><p></p><p> Elliot gave the boy (named Jimmy) a few small coins and asked him where the orphanage was. Luckily, the kid lived in the orphanage and knew Dante, the man Elliot was looking for.</p><p></p><p> A few minutes latter, Elliot found the building that was supposed to be the orphanage. It was placed in the southernmost, poorest region of the city, and the building itself was very old, and definitively needed lots of repairs.</p><p></p><p> As he knocked at the door, he heard several children running to answer it, but who opened the door was a tall, young man, in his late adolescence. He had a short brown hair and no beard at all. His expression was a clean one, and he still carried some of his childish features….”this boy still have a lot to grow” people said. Children were all around him, holding his leg.</p><p></p><p> “I am looking for a man named Dante” Elliot said.</p><p> “Well, you’ve just found him, I am Dante” the other replayed.</p><p></p><p> Quickly, Elliot told Dante everything that happened on the road. “This comes in a terrible time” he said only to himself. </p><p></p><p> Dante was just waiting the priest’s arrival to tell him that he was leaving…for good. He had no desire to replace Darrien as the orphanage manager. Yes, the priest had helped him a lot. And yes, the priest had raised him, sheltered him, nursed him when he was sick, but that was not the life Dante had chosen to live. </p><p></p><p> He had heard Sir Hedderick (an exiled knight of Solamnia who lived in the city for a few years) talk about his adventures, the thrill of the combat, the glory of victory, the power to do good and help people. That’s what he wanted, that’s why he asked the knight to train him in secret.</p><p></p><p> Dante was such a good student that, realizing his potential, when the knight had to leave the city (a tale to be told at another opportunity), he gave the teenager his sword. A massive great sword with a bull’s face as it’s hilt, alongside two horns. In the hurry to escape, the knight had left his horse too, and Dante took care of it.</p><p></p><p> When the news of the wagon came, Dante was just waiting the priests arrival to tell him of his decision of becoming an adventurer. When Elliot knocked at the door, Dante thought Darrien had arrived, for he was already late.</p><p></p><p> Given the circumstances, there was not much he could do unless follow the instructions the priest had written in the note. He asked Dante to go to mister Quilches’ house tell him that he was stuck on the road, so he could go there and repair the wagon. Ms. Quilches was the town’s wagon crafter, and things like that used to happen all the time.</p><p></p><p> So, Elliot and Dante went to look for Ms. Quilches, who usually was found at home with his daughter. As they got closer to the house, they noticed something was strangely amiss: all the windows and doors were shut (even tough it was a hot day) an a creepy silence was all around. </p><p></p><p> After knocking innumerous times at the door and receiving no answer whatsoever, Dante started screaming, for they knew Ms. Quilches was inside.</p><p></p><p> Minutes latter, Dante finally realized what that was all about. Lately, Darrien had been a little unpopular among some of Hillfall’s citizens, because he was, as a sort of local leader, taking some aggressive actions against the city lord, Ogrimar Darkcloack, and his actions had enraged the lord, who, in response, had just raised all taxes. That’s why some people where not talking to Darrien or anyone related to him which seemed to be the case. </p><p></p><p> Realizing that Mr. Quilches would not open the door, they saw that they were in dire trouble, “We need someone to fix the wagon, and our only hope is now lost”, Dante mourned to Elliot, trying to think about what to do next.</p><p></p><p> “Who needs a wagon fixed?” said a thin childish voice as Lyn, who had been hearing the whole thing, jumped out of her hiding place, putting her small, fragile hands at her waist, in an attempt to create a great entrance. A huge smile in her face.</p><p></p><p> After the initial confusion caused by the jumping gnome, Dante and Elliot quickly told the gnome their tale. Lyn heard it without the slightest interest in the story. When they were over, she just asked:</p><p></p><p> “Will there be a lot of danger?” almost in a scared way </p><p> “Yes, probably” Elliot replied, sure he was loosing any chance they had of convincing the gnome to help them.</p><p> “Than count me in!” the gnome’s answer surprised them both.</p><p></p><p> Less than an hour latter the trio was heading into the direction the wagon had broken. Elliot and Lyn were on his horse, while Dante rode in Sir. Hedderik’s. Strangely, the gnome had charged no money for her help, all she wanted was that they told everyone of her marvelous deeds.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Guilberwood, post: 2541146, member: 15692"] Chapter I – The meeting It was a very hot summer in Northen Ergoth, and not even a single drop of rain had fallen in the last few days, a very unusual fact in that region. The heat punished both man and their roads, which, in times like these, where filled with dust. That’s why neither the priest nor the elf had any trouble sighting the cloud of dust that appeared on the horizon. Anyone who traveled trough those roads knew that a cloud like that was caused by running horses. Perhaps a lonely traveler, or perhaps a band a outlaws coming their way, fast. “The time has come. Certainly we’re the new target of this road robbers”, Darrien thought. Lua, on the other hand, raised his sword and got ready to the conflict that would soon begin. At each moment the dust cloud got bigger and bigger, approaching the travelers, and soon the image of their adversaries would be visible in the distance. The tension was enormous. As the image got clearer, the priest and the elf gave a sight of relive. Behind that dust cloud there was no dangerous group of bandits. As a matter of fact, for their surprise, all that noise and all that dust were created by a single horse and his owner, who, as his appearance led to believe, was a traveler too, perhaps even a ranger. As he saw the miserable state in which those travelers were, the ranger slowed down his horse e got closer, as to have a better understanding of what was happening. Now that both sides knew they were not in danger, a small talk erupted. To tell the exact truth here, Darrien and Elliot (that was the ranger’s name) chatted, while Lua watched as they spoke. Sometimes, the priest could swear the elf did not understand a word they were saying. Elliot was a young human, apparently 22 years old, his black hair was long and straight, at the height of his shoulders, he had a keen look in his eyes. Yet, he seemed like a good man, even though his light beard gave him a serious look. He bore a travelers outfit under a chain shirt. In his scabbard, a long sword. In his left hand a wood shield. As if he wasn’t already armed enough, there was a spear in his back. Certainly, they stood in front of someone who knew how to defend himself. Fortunately, even the first look in his eyes showed that Elliot was not there to rob wagons form a defenseless old priest. Surprisingly, he actually looked like someone who was willing to help them out. However, for their bad luck, Elliot didn’t have any skills in woodwork and, therefore, had no idea how to fix a broken wheel. All the joy the priest felt when he saw the ranger had disappeared when he realized that the he could not help them in anyway. After all, ranger or not, the wheel was still broken and they were still stuck in the middle of the road. But, even tough he could not fix the wheel, Elliot was young and willing to help, with a valuable asset at the time: a fresh horse. So, they decided the ranger would help the priest and his scout in another way. Darrien took the last piece of parchment he had and wrote a hurried note. After finishing, he handed it to Elliot and said “Take this note to a boy called Dante, in the city of Hillfall. The village is less than 2 days ahead of here. Climb the mountains, you’ll spot the windmills. Look for him in the orphanage, it’s not difficult to find it.” Moments latter, Elliot left, heading straight to Hillfall, helping out strangers he had never met before in his life, people he just met in the middle of the road. ******************************** “Those red beared man are coming again, I should hide somewhere around here” Said Lyn to herself as she saw the town guards of Hillall headed in her direction. Lately, the gnome was not on speaking terms with them, and avoiding the guards was a good thing at the time. The escape was not without reason: her last experience with them had not been a pleasant one, and she would still remember it for a long time. Lyn had abandoned her house in Mount Nevermind in search of her lifequest: become famous all over Ansalon. A life quest is something every gnome has, it’s a tradition handed form generation to generation, from father to sun. Lyn’s father had already tried to become famous for his inventions, just like her grandfather did, and her great grandfather before, but, somehow, for some reason, none of them managed to receive the due credit for their inventions and, just like that, the mission was herded by the future generations. She was, just like any young gnome, determined to stop this series of failures. According to the legend, if she was successful, she, and all her ancestors, would finally reach paradise and meet their God, Reorx. Sadly, history was already repeating herself, and the failures from the past already hunted the young gnome. When Lyn was still a teenager (she was forty at the time), she developed her first invention: a crossbow that loaded itself automatically, and could shoot five time before one needed to recharge it. Actually, the gadget was truly amazing. Lyn inserted a clip with 5 bolts next to the trigger, and, as the first one was launched, the second one was already in place for the next shot. Together with all the bells and a thousand other parts, it made a incredible feat of engineering. She was not yet satisfied, and so she installed a aim to help measure how deep the target was, for distance shots, and, since it’s better to be safe than sorry (and gnomes are very worried about their safety) she also created a spear clip, just in case the first one got stuck right when a goblin was charging ate her . When it was finally over, Lyn decided to show her masterpiece for the other gnomes, feeling certain that her merit would be recognized, and soon would become famous for this marvelous achievement, honoring her family. Unfortunately, as the gadget went for the inspection of the long-distance-weapons-committee, after been approved by the safety-and-beauty syndicate, the result was not what she had expected. After a lot of discussion, the counselors decided that the weapon was not a new one, but a variation of an existing weapon, whose creator was a gnome that lived centuries before. So, technically, it was not an new invention, but a recreation of an existing one, and it meant that Lyn would receive no credit at all. Feeling angry as she had never felt before, she abandoned Mount Nevermind, and decided that she would become famous not because of her inventions, but due to her heroic deeds. That’s how she ended up in Hillfall, after a few time wondering randomly throughout Northen Ergoth. She was mesmerized by the giant wind and watermills, things she had never seen before, and was eager to understand its functions to, of course, improve it with some gnome technology. And that’s how she got in trouble with the city guards. One day, she was making her bed at her new home (hidden inside one of the city’s Windmills,) when the guards appeared (attending to the nearby citizens warning that a gnome was stealing the mill) and threw her out. She fell directly at a mud pool, and the guards threw her belongings in the mud too. “They were not very nice”, she thought a few days latter, as she still tried to clean her things, specially her clothes, now stained with mud. Lyn had every reason not to meet the guards again. She was still snooping around the windmills, and the guards were after her, but this time to throw her out of the city. So, when she saw the guards coming, hiding was the first thing that came to her mind. She hid behind some barrels outside a house that, by the looks of it, seemed like an artisan’s house. Spread in the backyard were lots of tools and wood items. None of these caught her attention, as it seemed someone was heading to that specific house. “Must be the owner, I’d better get going, or else he’ll scream for the guards” . Strangely, she noticed that the owner (and her daughter) were inside of the house. Curiosity took her over, and she decide to wait for a few more minutes “just to see what happens here”. ******************************** Elliot followed the instructions the priest had given him, and it was not difficult to find the city of Hillfall. Nestled in the mountains of Northen Ergoth, Hillfall was a strategic point, for it barred the passage from the mountains (where goblins, ogres, and other creatures lived) into the plains. The city was filled with mills, mostly windmills, but there was a watermill too. A small stone wall circled the city, and from the outside he could see the few houses, the numerous farms and a Castle, more like a keep, in the uppermost area of the town. “This city must have no lord” he thought, seeing that the keep was kept in a horrible state. As he entered the city, he soon found a square with stables to place his horse. Just ass he got out of his mount, a small boy, maybe 10 years old came his way, offering to take care of the horse. Elliot gave the boy (named Jimmy) a few small coins and asked him where the orphanage was. Luckily, the kid lived in the orphanage and knew Dante, the man Elliot was looking for. A few minutes latter, Elliot found the building that was supposed to be the orphanage. It was placed in the southernmost, poorest region of the city, and the building itself was very old, and definitively needed lots of repairs. As he knocked at the door, he heard several children running to answer it, but who opened the door was a tall, young man, in his late adolescence. He had a short brown hair and no beard at all. His expression was a clean one, and he still carried some of his childish features….”this boy still have a lot to grow” people said. Children were all around him, holding his leg. “I am looking for a man named Dante” Elliot said. “Well, you’ve just found him, I am Dante” the other replayed. Quickly, Elliot told Dante everything that happened on the road. “This comes in a terrible time” he said only to himself. Dante was just waiting the priest’s arrival to tell him that he was leaving…for good. He had no desire to replace Darrien as the orphanage manager. Yes, the priest had helped him a lot. And yes, the priest had raised him, sheltered him, nursed him when he was sick, but that was not the life Dante had chosen to live. He had heard Sir Hedderick (an exiled knight of Solamnia who lived in the city for a few years) talk about his adventures, the thrill of the combat, the glory of victory, the power to do good and help people. That’s what he wanted, that’s why he asked the knight to train him in secret. Dante was such a good student that, realizing his potential, when the knight had to leave the city (a tale to be told at another opportunity), he gave the teenager his sword. A massive great sword with a bull’s face as it’s hilt, alongside two horns. In the hurry to escape, the knight had left his horse too, and Dante took care of it. When the news of the wagon came, Dante was just waiting the priests arrival to tell him of his decision of becoming an adventurer. When Elliot knocked at the door, Dante thought Darrien had arrived, for he was already late. Given the circumstances, there was not much he could do unless follow the instructions the priest had written in the note. He asked Dante to go to mister Quilches’ house tell him that he was stuck on the road, so he could go there and repair the wagon. Ms. Quilches was the town’s wagon crafter, and things like that used to happen all the time. So, Elliot and Dante went to look for Ms. Quilches, who usually was found at home with his daughter. As they got closer to the house, they noticed something was strangely amiss: all the windows and doors were shut (even tough it was a hot day) an a creepy silence was all around. After knocking innumerous times at the door and receiving no answer whatsoever, Dante started screaming, for they knew Ms. Quilches was inside. Minutes latter, Dante finally realized what that was all about. Lately, Darrien had been a little unpopular among some of Hillfall’s citizens, because he was, as a sort of local leader, taking some aggressive actions against the city lord, Ogrimar Darkcloack, and his actions had enraged the lord, who, in response, had just raised all taxes. That’s why some people where not talking to Darrien or anyone related to him which seemed to be the case. Realizing that Mr. Quilches would not open the door, they saw that they were in dire trouble, “We need someone to fix the wagon, and our only hope is now lost”, Dante mourned to Elliot, trying to think about what to do next. “Who needs a wagon fixed?” said a thin childish voice as Lyn, who had been hearing the whole thing, jumped out of her hiding place, putting her small, fragile hands at her waist, in an attempt to create a great entrance. A huge smile in her face. After the initial confusion caused by the jumping gnome, Dante and Elliot quickly told the gnome their tale. Lyn heard it without the slightest interest in the story. When they were over, she just asked: “Will there be a lot of danger?” almost in a scared way “Yes, probably” Elliot replied, sure he was loosing any chance they had of convincing the gnome to help them. “Than count me in!” the gnome’s answer surprised them both. Less than an hour latter the trio was heading into the direction the wagon had broken. Elliot and Lyn were on his horse, while Dante rode in Sir. Hedderik’s. Strangely, the gnome had charged no money for her help, all she wanted was that they told everyone of her marvelous deeds. [/QUOTE]
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