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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5204223" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Chapter 14 – When the Monk met the Gerechian </span></strong></p><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A bright morning greeted us as we prepared for our departure. Morgan had discovered that there was another Gerechian temple a days ride South East from Guerney City. We thought that it would be worthwhile to investigate it as we had learnt from our previous visit to an ancient temple of Gerech that the priests had devised a way to travel instantly between temples. If we could understand how they could do this then we might be able to magically travel to a temple near Morannin instead of trekking for a month or two to get there.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Mortec had completed my new wooden appendage and had enchanted it in such a way that I could force its fingers into desired formations. For example I could use my other hand to shape the fingers on the wooden hand so that they could grip a cup.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I could not thank the little gnome enough, so pleased I was with his generous gift. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Think nothing of it Gerard. You will need all the help you can get.” He said. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Unfortunately I cannot make this next journey with you. I have been summoned by the Order of Todesmagie and must answer their call immediately.” He continued.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">My jaw dropped at this revelation. Mortec had been the sturdiest of my companions throughout our adventures. He was an integral member of the Hydra.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He smiled as he saw the shock upon our faces and said, “Fear not friends. Todesmagie shall be with you and it is my hope that I will soon be rejoined with you again. But I must do the bidding of my Order.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Sadly we said our goodbyes to our stout comrade, wheeled our horses, and rode off through the southern gate of the city. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Argonne had a new beast, a giant black stallion with a splash of white on it’s nose. He noted my curiosity and chuckled, “I told you. Foeld has unfinished business for Zwingly.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we left the outer city and rode through farmland, my thoughts turned to Gyda. I already missed her, even though the night before we had passionately said our farewells. Over the last few weeks I had fallen quickly and surely in love and it was her that I would miss the most. What stung the deepest was that I was not even certain of when I would see her again.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I was so immersed in my own thoughts that the day passed quickly. That evening we rested at a roadside inn not far from the abandoned temple. We arrived there in the first hour of the morning.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan’s Gerechian contacts had warned that it had been overrun by the unclean, but we had not expected to see monks of Hutenkama.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The temple was a basic wooden structure made with a slightly pitched roof. Before it was a small tent town, its occupants the brightly robed and very lively Hutenkamans. They danced about in their primal way, screeching unknown hymns and blessings between themselves. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was some time before one actually noticed our gawping and approached us. “Do you seek a blessing?” he inquired.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Er, yes. Yes we do.” Replied Morgan.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Quite pleased, the monk called some of his brethren and, after we parted with some significant coin, there was a small throng of them prancing about and painting our foreheads in a variety of earthen colors.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">When they had finished I asked if it were at all possible to learn more of their culture, thinking that perhaps their own temple was built on the ruins of the Gerechian one we sought.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The original monk who had spoken to us cocked an eyebrow and said with skepticism, “Why is it that you are interested?”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Er.” I bumbled not anticipating that there would be any chance that we would be able get any information from them. I had expected a simple ‘No’.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Recovering, I continued, “We wish to learn more so that we too may follow your path.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Even as I spoke the words I cringed inwardly at that lack of plausibility of what I had said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">But to my relief the monk beamed a smile at us and said, “Excellent! You must see the Oracle!”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">With that he turned and gestured for us to follow him through the tent city of the Hutenkamans. Stravarious was in no way interested so he decided to stay with Hrast who was tending our horses.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The interior of the wooden structure was simply adorned with colorful hangings but little else. We were led through the temple and down a staircase into a warren of stone chambers. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">What was once a natural cave structure had been crudely worked into a series of rooms. Our guide pointed out simple facets of the Hutenkaman’s way of life of the as we walked. It was a basic existence but relatively self-sufficient. Although I did wonder what they did with all the money they accumulated from their customers.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After passing through a couple of rooms we stood in a large chamber. Along its center stretched a deep pit that was too wide for a man to jump across. On the other side of the pit were some expensive furnishings amongst which a small robed figure absently wandered.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we watched in silence I noted that the cushions and divans that were scattered about the inaccessible half of the room were actually quite mottled with age. Some were torn and all were well worn.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The place had an evil stink about it. Undoubtedly from the small piles of waste and decaying food that lay strewn about.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Upon the walls were crude representations of the symbols of the gods. All ten were represented, but strangely there were four more designs alongside them. One I had seen before on the garments of the barbarians that we had slain at the siege of Montfort. The others however remained a mystery to me.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Oracle.” Called out the monk that had brought us before him, “These people wish to join The Beast.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His words triggered a memory. I recalled that the Hutenkamans were also called ‘The Beast Cult’ and that they awaited the ‘coming of the Beasts’, whatever that might be.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The robed figure ceased his meandering and turned to face us. Thin scaled hands reached out from within the sleeves of his robed and pulled back his cowl.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I breathed in sharply. The creature was like nothing I had seen before. Other than his eyes, lips and two small slits for nostrils his head was featureless. There was a slight sheen to it caused by the reflection of the torchlight on the pale scales that covered him.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He regarded our group for moment before staring at each one of us in turn. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Oracle spoke with a lisp like drawl, in a language I had never encountered, to Morgan before he turned to Moxadder.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder muttered an incantation under his breath as the creature spat out the same sounds in regard to the Irudeshian. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“’e said I’m not worthy.” translated Moxadder. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder confirmed that the Oracle had said the same of Zhontell and myself before pausing as he considered Argonne and hissed his proclamation.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“’e could be worthy but ‘e ‘as chosen another path.” said Moxadder</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His assessment over, the Oracle turned and resumed his meandering.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“The Oracle has decided, you are not worthy.” Said the monk as he gestured for us to leave.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Really? How unfortunate.” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Please could you tell me about those symbols?” I asked as I pointed to the four unknown designs, ignoring his gesture.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“The last,” he said of the one I had recognized, “is what I have heard the Oracle call ‘The Wickerman’, a deity worshipped in wilds by the barbarians of the steppes. The others I know nothing of. They were drawn by the forefathers of the Oracle.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I turned once more to regard the Oracle and addressed the same question to him. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He looked at me for a moment before continuing walking. I tried in each of the languages I knew but it was to no avail, he paid heed to me no more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There had been no evidence that this place was a Gerechian temple. It certainly did not have the same well fashioned interior as the Konstatine Seth’s temple we had been chased into by the rat plague. Still, I was intrigued and wished to learn more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“My Hutenkaman friend,“ I said as I beamed a smile at the monk, “would it be at all possible to see more of your wonderful culture? Even though the Oracle has deemed that we are not worthy to join you, I would very much like to learn all that I can of your ways.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He was happy to oblige my request. We saw a few rooms of little interest, the kitchen, living quarters and the like, before he took us to a remarkable cave that had been much less, if at all, worked by man. Within it rested perhaps fifty intact three foot tall stone eggs. When asked, he explained that these were the eggs from which the Oracles were hatched. When the current Oracle passed on the Hutenkamans would forcibly break open an egg and a new Oracle would take the deceased one’s place.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">At the other end of the cavern was a tarnished metal door. The monk told us that it led to a large empty chamber that they did not use. I asked him if we could explore it and he simply shrugged and said “There is nothing there, but if you must examine it please do.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We stepped through the nest of eggs and after the significant efforts of Morgan, Moxadder and Zhontel, the door creaked open.</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5204223, member: 46615"] [B][FONT=Arial]Chapter 14 – When the Monk met the Gerechian [/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/B] [FONT=Arial]A bright morning greeted us as we prepared for our departure. Morgan had discovered that there was another Gerechian temple a days ride South East from Guerney City. We thought that it would be worthwhile to investigate it as we had learnt from our previous visit to an ancient temple of Gerech that the priests had devised a way to travel instantly between temples. If we could understand how they could do this then we might be able to magically travel to a temple near Morannin instead of trekking for a month or two to get there.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Mortec had completed my new wooden appendage and had enchanted it in such a way that I could force its fingers into desired formations. For example I could use my other hand to shape the fingers on the wooden hand so that they could grip a cup.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I could not thank the little gnome enough, so pleased I was with his generous gift. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Think nothing of it Gerard. You will need all the help you can get.” He said. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Unfortunately I cannot make this next journey with you. I have been summoned by the Order of Todesmagie and must answer their call immediately.” He continued.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]My jaw dropped at this revelation. Mortec had been the sturdiest of my companions throughout our adventures. He was an integral member of the Hydra.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He smiled as he saw the shock upon our faces and said, “Fear not friends. Todesmagie shall be with you and it is my hope that I will soon be rejoined with you again. But I must do the bidding of my Order.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Sadly we said our goodbyes to our stout comrade, wheeled our horses, and rode off through the southern gate of the city. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Argonne had a new beast, a giant black stallion with a splash of white on it’s nose. He noted my curiosity and chuckled, “I told you. Foeld has unfinished business for Zwingly.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we left the outer city and rode through farmland, my thoughts turned to Gyda. I already missed her, even though the night before we had passionately said our farewells. Over the last few weeks I had fallen quickly and surely in love and it was her that I would miss the most. What stung the deepest was that I was not even certain of when I would see her again.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I was so immersed in my own thoughts that the day passed quickly. That evening we rested at a roadside inn not far from the abandoned temple. We arrived there in the first hour of the morning.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan’s Gerechian contacts had warned that it had been overrun by the unclean, but we had not expected to see monks of Hutenkama.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The temple was a basic wooden structure made with a slightly pitched roof. Before it was a small tent town, its occupants the brightly robed and very lively Hutenkamans. They danced about in their primal way, screeching unknown hymns and blessings between themselves. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was some time before one actually noticed our gawping and approached us. “Do you seek a blessing?” he inquired.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Er, yes. Yes we do.” Replied Morgan.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Quite pleased, the monk called some of his brethren and, after we parted with some significant coin, there was a small throng of them prancing about and painting our foreheads in a variety of earthen colors.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]When they had finished I asked if it were at all possible to learn more of their culture, thinking that perhaps their own temple was built on the ruins of the Gerechian one we sought.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The original monk who had spoken to us cocked an eyebrow and said with skepticism, “Why is it that you are interested?”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Er.” I bumbled not anticipating that there would be any chance that we would be able get any information from them. I had expected a simple ‘No’.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Recovering, I continued, “We wish to learn more so that we too may follow your path.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Even as I spoke the words I cringed inwardly at that lack of plausibility of what I had said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]But to my relief the monk beamed a smile at us and said, “Excellent! You must see the Oracle!”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]With that he turned and gestured for us to follow him through the tent city of the Hutenkamans. Stravarious was in no way interested so he decided to stay with Hrast who was tending our horses.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The interior of the wooden structure was simply adorned with colorful hangings but little else. We were led through the temple and down a staircase into a warren of stone chambers. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]What was once a natural cave structure had been crudely worked into a series of rooms. Our guide pointed out simple facets of the Hutenkaman’s way of life of the as we walked. It was a basic existence but relatively self-sufficient. Although I did wonder what they did with all the money they accumulated from their customers.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]After passing through a couple of rooms we stood in a large chamber. Along its center stretched a deep pit that was too wide for a man to jump across. On the other side of the pit were some expensive furnishings amongst which a small robed figure absently wandered.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we watched in silence I noted that the cushions and divans that were scattered about the inaccessible half of the room were actually quite mottled with age. Some were torn and all were well worn.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The place had an evil stink about it. Undoubtedly from the small piles of waste and decaying food that lay strewn about.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Upon the walls were crude representations of the symbols of the gods. All ten were represented, but strangely there were four more designs alongside them. One I had seen before on the garments of the barbarians that we had slain at the siege of Montfort. The others however remained a mystery to me.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Oracle.” Called out the monk that had brought us before him, “These people wish to join The Beast.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]His words triggered a memory. I recalled that the Hutenkamans were also called ‘The Beast Cult’ and that they awaited the ‘coming of the Beasts’, whatever that might be.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The robed figure ceased his meandering and turned to face us. Thin scaled hands reached out from within the sleeves of his robed and pulled back his cowl.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I breathed in sharply. The creature was like nothing I had seen before. Other than his eyes, lips and two small slits for nostrils his head was featureless. There was a slight sheen to it caused by the reflection of the torchlight on the pale scales that covered him.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He regarded our group for moment before staring at each one of us in turn. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Oracle spoke with a lisp like drawl, in a language I had never encountered, to Morgan before he turned to Moxadder.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder muttered an incantation under his breath as the creature spat out the same sounds in regard to the Irudeshian. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“’e said I’m not worthy.” translated Moxadder. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder confirmed that the Oracle had said the same of Zhontell and myself before pausing as he considered Argonne and hissed his proclamation.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“’e could be worthy but ‘e ‘as chosen another path.” said Moxadder[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]His assessment over, the Oracle turned and resumed his meandering.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“The Oracle has decided, you are not worthy.” Said the monk as he gestured for us to leave.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Really? How unfortunate.” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Please could you tell me about those symbols?” I asked as I pointed to the four unknown designs, ignoring his gesture.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“The last,” he said of the one I had recognized, “is what I have heard the Oracle call ‘The Wickerman’, a deity worshipped in wilds by the barbarians of the steppes. The others I know nothing of. They were drawn by the forefathers of the Oracle.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I turned once more to regard the Oracle and addressed the same question to him. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He looked at me for a moment before continuing walking. I tried in each of the languages I knew but it was to no avail, he paid heed to me no more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There had been no evidence that this place was a Gerechian temple. It certainly did not have the same well fashioned interior as the Konstatine Seth’s temple we had been chased into by the rat plague. Still, I was intrigued and wished to learn more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“My Hutenkaman friend,“ I said as I beamed a smile at the monk, “would it be at all possible to see more of your wonderful culture? Even though the Oracle has deemed that we are not worthy to join you, I would very much like to learn all that I can of your ways.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He was happy to oblige my request. We saw a few rooms of little interest, the kitchen, living quarters and the like, before he took us to a remarkable cave that had been much less, if at all, worked by man. Within it rested perhaps fifty intact three foot tall stone eggs. When asked, he explained that these were the eggs from which the Oracles were hatched. When the current Oracle passed on the Hutenkamans would forcibly break open an egg and a new Oracle would take the deceased one’s place.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]At the other end of the cavern was a tarnished metal door. The monk told us that it led to a large empty chamber that they did not use. I asked him if we could explore it and he simply shrugged and said “There is nothing there, but if you must examine it please do.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We stepped through the nest of eggs and after the significant efforts of Morgan, Moxadder and Zhontel, the door creaked open.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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