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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5107720" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He lifted his ancient head and regarded us carefully with his deep brown eyes. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His crusty lips opened and he tried to speak, although it sounded more like his throat was clearing. “Thank you for freeing me.” He rasped.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Argonne was immediately by his side and providing a supporting hand to help him to his feet. The weathered old man stood maybe five and a half feet tall, although his prodigious stoop indicated that in his youth he had been much taller. Long thinning grey hair sprouted unevenly from his pate, cheeks and chin. It barely hid his earth coloured skin.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“I sense you’ll be no trouble.” He muttered to himself. And with a casual wave of his hand, the vines that bound Stravarious released him. He was not happy, looking like a hunter that had been robbed of his prey.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“You.” He pointed with a knobbly and gnarled finger to Argonne. “We have much to speak about.”</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I was still in a state of shock. Just as Argonne had transformed into an eagle and back again, this ancient had done the same from a large cat! How?</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Who are you?” I whispered, aghast at what I had witnessed.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Hmm? Who am I?” he turned to face me, his voice sounding like gravel crushed under foot. “I am Lorcan of the great Circle of Eight! And you, “he waved his arm to include us all, “have just freed me from over one hundred years in the form of a panther.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Lorcan claimed that he was one of the eight druids that, over a century ago, had stood at the gates of Godsheim and had demanded that the Gerechian’s, then its rulers, cease their control over life and death. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">History and stories say that their request was refused and those druids, in all their combined glory caused the very earth to rebel against the Convocation. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The earth quaked and broke, swallowing sections of the cities whole. Lightning blazed across the sky and fire spewed from the great cracks in the ground. And the Gerechian’s trembled at the might of the druids and their God Foeld.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Unfortunately for all those gathered, and even now for the peoples of today, what the druids did not anticipate was that their cataclysm would breach some of the death barrows that the Gerechians had assembled and filled with those they condemned to be trapped and undying for eternity. From within them came the horrors that were to become the Northern Horde, the Dominion.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The druids fled, the Gerechians in Godsheim were slaughtered by those they condemned. Lorcan managed to escape to the menhir, his most powerful conduit to Foeld. However the Gerechians further south chased him to the spot and, upon seeing the menhir and knowing its purpose bound it with via the power of Gerech.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As soon as it was bound with the symbol of Gerech it trapped Lorcan in the form that he was in, that of a panther. And so it was that he prowled the forest for the next hundred years, until this now.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After his story was complete, he and Argonne spoke quietly amongst themselves. I know not what they said even though I used all the skills Timandra had taught me in Yorath to eavesdrop but I did not understand the language that they spoke.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Any interruptions were waved away and persistence was met with an angry glare from Lorcan.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">For hours they talked before finally their conversation had finished. The look upon Argonne’s face was one of enlightenment, as though he finally understood why it was he was here. Why he was alive. He was a man with purpose.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Whilst we pried he would give us no hint as to what it was that he had learned other than to say things like, “I am of the world and I am for the world.”</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was decided that we would rest ourselves for the remainder of that day so that we could begin our assault on the bandits lair, which lay no more than two hours from the menhir, late that night.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5107720, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]He lifted his ancient head and regarded us carefully with his deep brown eyes. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]His crusty lips opened and he tried to speak, although it sounded more like his throat was clearing. “Thank you for freeing me.” He rasped.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Argonne was immediately by his side and providing a supporting hand to help him to his feet. The weathered old man stood maybe five and a half feet tall, although his prodigious stoop indicated that in his youth he had been much taller. Long thinning grey hair sprouted unevenly from his pate, cheeks and chin. It barely hid his earth coloured skin.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“I sense you’ll be no trouble.” He muttered to himself. And with a casual wave of his hand, the vines that bound Stravarious released him. He was not happy, looking like a hunter that had been robbed of his prey.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“You.” He pointed with a knobbly and gnarled finger to Argonne. “We have much to speak about.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I was still in a state of shock. Just as Argonne had transformed into an eagle and back again, this ancient had done the same from a large cat! How?[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Who are you?” I whispered, aghast at what I had witnessed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Hmm? Who am I?” he turned to face me, his voice sounding like gravel crushed under foot. “I am Lorcan of the great Circle of Eight! And you, “he waved his arm to include us all, “have just freed me from over one hundred years in the form of a panther.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Lorcan claimed that he was one of the eight druids that, over a century ago, had stood at the gates of Godsheim and had demanded that the Gerechian’s, then its rulers, cease their control over life and death. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]History and stories say that their request was refused and those druids, in all their combined glory caused the very earth to rebel against the Convocation. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The earth quaked and broke, swallowing sections of the cities whole. Lightning blazed across the sky and fire spewed from the great cracks in the ground. And the Gerechian’s trembled at the might of the druids and their God Foeld.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Unfortunately for all those gathered, and even now for the peoples of today, what the druids did not anticipate was that their cataclysm would breach some of the death barrows that the Gerechians had assembled and filled with those they condemned to be trapped and undying for eternity. From within them came the horrors that were to become the Northern Horde, the Dominion.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The druids fled, the Gerechians in Godsheim were slaughtered by those they condemned. Lorcan managed to escape to the menhir, his most powerful conduit to Foeld. However the Gerechians further south chased him to the spot and, upon seeing the menhir and knowing its purpose bound it with via the power of Gerech.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As soon as it was bound with the symbol of Gerech it trapped Lorcan in the form that he was in, that of a panther. And so it was that he prowled the forest for the next hundred years, until this now.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]After his story was complete, he and Argonne spoke quietly amongst themselves. I know not what they said even though I used all the skills Timandra had taught me in Yorath to eavesdrop but I did not understand the language that they spoke.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Any interruptions were waved away and persistence was met with an angry glare from Lorcan.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]For hours they talked before finally their conversation had finished. The look upon Argonne’s face was one of enlightenment, as though he finally understood why it was he was here. Why he was alive. He was a man with purpose.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Whilst we pried he would give us no hint as to what it was that he had learned other than to say things like, “I am of the world and I am for the world.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was decided that we would rest ourselves for the remainder of that day so that we could begin our assault on the bandits lair, which lay no more than two hours from the menhir, late that night.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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