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<blockquote data-quote="Hjorimir" data-source="post: 6980416" data-attributes="member: 5745"><p><u><span style="color: #A9A9A9">Friday, July 15, 496 CE – THEN</span></u></p><p></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">Tenoch</p><p></strong></p><p>Like Dazen, none of the other Companions had found out anything really useful related to the nightmares of the village. However, they did learn of a local ‘holy man,’ called the Pellar, who lived a few miles north of the Noor’s Meadow in the forest. Without much else to go on, they made their way to his secluded home.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar appeared much as any other of villagers found in the Silverglades. He was an older man, clean shaven and balding on top with a ring of grey-white hair. A lifetime outside left him wrinkled and weathered. He had calloused hands, which he was using to milk a goat as the Companions arrived.</p><p></p><p>“You’re here about the nightmares and the demon,” he said without turning to look at the Companions as he busily worked at filling the pail.</p><p></p><p>“How do yo-,” Ilvander started.</p><p></p><p>“The Pellar doesn’t need to read the signs to know everything. He just knows,” the old man answered as he went along with his work.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think he’s going to stop,” Vech said to the others.</p><p></p><p>“Just because you’ve come to talk, it doesn’t mean that the Pellar doesn’t get thirsty,” The Peller answered before anybody else could. “Come, gather around so that you may learn something.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ve no interest in learning how to milk a goat,” Charity chipped.</p><p></p><p>The old man continued on. <em>Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.</em></p><p></p><p>Tenoch shrugged and walked over to stand nearby, which prompted the others to follow suit.</p><p></p><p><em>Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.</em></p><p></p><p>“Ask your questions,” the Pellar said.</p><p></p><p>“Umm, is the demon the source of the nightmares?” Ilvander asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yes…and no.” <em>Squirt. Squirt. </em></p><p></p><p>“This is a waste of time!” Charity said. “This…<em>holy </em>man doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”</p><p></p><p>Tenoch shook his head, “You’re too quick to discount him because he’s not a member of your chantry.”</p><p></p><p>“My chantry?” the watcher responded. “It’s our chantry. It’s <em>the </em>Chantry! It belongs to all of Archonianism!”</p><p></p><p>“But not all of Archonity,” Tenoch answered with a shake of his head. “And I am neither.”</p><p></p><p><em>Squirt. Squirt.</em></p><p></p><p>Ilvander waved them off, “Pellar?”</p><p></p><p>The old man stood up and handed the pail of milk to Tenoch. “Don’t spill that.” He then walked over to a small chicken coop where he proceeded to collect eggs. The Companions followed.</p><p></p><p>“Is this a bad time?” Orsik asked.</p><p></p><p>“Never a bad time to eat eggs!” the Pellar replied, his ass high in the air as he stooped over. “Almost one hundred years ago, Assondir the Breacher – stupid name if you ask me – got his hands on a nycademon.”</p><p></p><p>“Nycaloth,” Vech corrected.</p><p></p><p>This made the old man pause and look back over his shoulder. “Hrm? If you say so.” The Pellar shrugged and returned to his work. “Anyway, Assondir fed some of the local villagers to the creature. So he was made dead.”</p><p></p><p>“Made dead?” Dazen asked.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar nodded then paused for a moment before shrugging.</p><p></p><p>“What does that mean? Made dead,” the elf continued.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar shrugged. “Just an old story. That’s the way it’s always been told.”</p><p></p><p>“Is this nycaloth the cause of the nightmares?” Ilvander repeated his first question.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar handed a basket of eggs to Orsik, “Don’t eat those. Just hold the basket. Good little lad.” He patted the druid on the head.</p><p></p><p>“I’m older than you are,” Orsik replied, but took the basket.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar took a moment to give a good look at the Companions. “You’re dedicated to this task?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Charity answered quickly.</p><p></p><p>“No matter the personal cost?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” the paladin said again.</p><p></p><p>Vech shuddered as he examined something on the ground.</p><p></p><p>The old man shrugged. “Then let’s find out some answers” With that he reached back into the coop and plucked out a chicken by its feet.</p><p></p><p>“What’s he doing?” Charity asked.</p><p></p><p>“Haruspex,” the monk said flatly, a grim look on his face.</p><p></p><p>“What’s that?” she replied.</p><p></p><p>The old man moved to stand over a wide, shallow wooden bowl that sat atop a stump serving as a table in the middle of his garden. Dangling the chicken upside down, he took a curved knife from his belt and slit open the gut of the chicken.</p><p></p><p>Charity sucked in her breath sharply and almost leapt forward.</p><p></p><p>“Stand back!” The Pellar said in a loud voice. “You’ll get blood on your boots,” he added quietly.</p><p></p><p>He then shook out the entrails of the bird into the bowl.</p><p></p><p>Tenoch nodded approvingly.</p><p></p><p>The Pellar handed the dead chicken to Dazen, “Hold on to that for me. It will be very important later.” Then he proceeded to poke around the bowl with his knife nodding and muttering to himself.</p><p></p><p>The monk shook his head. “I don’t put a lot of stock in such divinations.”</p><p></p><p>“I do,” Tenoch replied as he stepped in a little closer to watch the Pellar at work. <em>The old ways are the best ways.</em></p><p></p><p>The old man looked up at the ranger from across the bowl and shook his head once with a touch of sadness before returning to the bowl.</p><p></p><p>“The two are related, but only by chance,” the Pellar said.</p><p></p><p>The Companions looked at him blankly.</p><p></p><p>“The nycademon,” he held up a finger to Vech before he could be corrected again, “is the cause of the Gloom, but not directly. Its presence has caused another strand to be woven into this tapestry.”</p><p></p><p>“Gloom? Do you mean the strange fog?” Orlik asked.</p><p></p><p>“You’ve seen it?” the Peller responded.</p><p></p><p>The druid shudder and nodded. “Aye.”</p><p></p><p>“One of the men from the village entered the Gloom in an attempt to drive off whatever was within. There were screams. Horrid screams that…that sounded like he had fallen to madness,” the old man said. “His body was found the next day. White of skin and eyes wide with horror. It was a terrible thing.” The Pellar looked disturbed at just the memory.</p><p></p><p>He then turned back to the bowl. “Three, always three,” he muttered, mostly to himself.</p><p></p><p>“Three?” Vech asked.</p><p></p><p>“You will need to speak with the Ladies of the Tapestry,” the Pellar responded. You’ll find them outside of Bramborough. They can put you on your path.”</p><p></p><p>“Path?” Ilvander asked. “We're already here – Noor’s Meadow – where the nightmares are.”</p><p></p><p>“What about this Gloom though? We saw that close to Roundtree. Has it been seen up here as well?” the dwarf interjected.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” the Pellar replied. “The Gloom has been seen all around these parts, but always out in the depths of the forest. Stay to the road and you should be fine.”</p><p></p><p>Orsik raised an eyebrow. “Where does that name come from? Gloom.” </p><p></p><p>“What would you call it?” the Pellar responded.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf shrugged. “Gloom it is.”</p><p></p><p>“What about this dead chicken?” Dazen asked holding up the carcass. </p><p></p><p>The Pellar’s eyes brightened. “Ah! Dinner!” He then proceeded to collect the pail of goat’s milk, eggs, and chicken and prepare a meal for the Companions that night.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hjorimir, post: 6980416, member: 5745"] [U][COLOR="#A9A9A9"]Friday, July 15, 496 CE – THEN[/COLOR][/U] [B][CENTER]Tenoch[/CENTER][/B] Like Dazen, none of the other Companions had found out anything really useful related to the nightmares of the village. However, they did learn of a local ‘holy man,’ called the Pellar, who lived a few miles north of the Noor’s Meadow in the forest. Without much else to go on, they made their way to his secluded home. The Pellar appeared much as any other of villagers found in the Silverglades. He was an older man, clean shaven and balding on top with a ring of grey-white hair. A lifetime outside left him wrinkled and weathered. He had calloused hands, which he was using to milk a goat as the Companions arrived. “You’re here about the nightmares and the demon,” he said without turning to look at the Companions as he busily worked at filling the pail. “How do yo-,” Ilvander started. “The Pellar doesn’t need to read the signs to know everything. He just knows,” the old man answered as he went along with his work. “I don’t think he’s going to stop,” Vech said to the others. “Just because you’ve come to talk, it doesn’t mean that the Pellar doesn’t get thirsty,” The Peller answered before anybody else could. “Come, gather around so that you may learn something.” “We’ve no interest in learning how to milk a goat,” Charity chipped. The old man continued on. [I]Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.[/I] Tenoch shrugged and walked over to stand nearby, which prompted the others to follow suit. [I]Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.[/I] “Ask your questions,” the Pellar said. “Umm, is the demon the source of the nightmares?” Ilvander asked. “Yes…and no.” [I]Squirt. Squirt. [/I] “This is a waste of time!” Charity said. “This…[I]holy [/I]man doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Tenoch shook his head, “You’re too quick to discount him because he’s not a member of your chantry.” “My chantry?” the watcher responded. “It’s our chantry. It’s [I]the [/I]Chantry! It belongs to all of Archonianism!” “But not all of Archonity,” Tenoch answered with a shake of his head. “And I am neither.” [I]Squirt. Squirt.[/I] Ilvander waved them off, “Pellar?” The old man stood up and handed the pail of milk to Tenoch. “Don’t spill that.” He then walked over to a small chicken coop where he proceeded to collect eggs. The Companions followed. “Is this a bad time?” Orsik asked. “Never a bad time to eat eggs!” the Pellar replied, his ass high in the air as he stooped over. “Almost one hundred years ago, Assondir the Breacher – stupid name if you ask me – got his hands on a nycademon.” “Nycaloth,” Vech corrected. This made the old man pause and look back over his shoulder. “Hrm? If you say so.” The Pellar shrugged and returned to his work. “Anyway, Assondir fed some of the local villagers to the creature. So he was made dead.” “Made dead?” Dazen asked. The Pellar nodded then paused for a moment before shrugging. “What does that mean? Made dead,” the elf continued. The Pellar shrugged. “Just an old story. That’s the way it’s always been told.” “Is this nycaloth the cause of the nightmares?” Ilvander repeated his first question. The Pellar handed a basket of eggs to Orsik, “Don’t eat those. Just hold the basket. Good little lad.” He patted the druid on the head. “I’m older than you are,” Orsik replied, but took the basket. The Pellar took a moment to give a good look at the Companions. “You’re dedicated to this task?” “Yes,” Charity answered quickly. “No matter the personal cost?” “Yes,” the paladin said again. Vech shuddered as he examined something on the ground. The old man shrugged. “Then let’s find out some answers” With that he reached back into the coop and plucked out a chicken by its feet. “What’s he doing?” Charity asked. “Haruspex,” the monk said flatly, a grim look on his face. “What’s that?” she replied. The old man moved to stand over a wide, shallow wooden bowl that sat atop a stump serving as a table in the middle of his garden. Dangling the chicken upside down, he took a curved knife from his belt and slit open the gut of the chicken. Charity sucked in her breath sharply and almost leapt forward. “Stand back!” The Pellar said in a loud voice. “You’ll get blood on your boots,” he added quietly. He then shook out the entrails of the bird into the bowl. Tenoch nodded approvingly. The Pellar handed the dead chicken to Dazen, “Hold on to that for me. It will be very important later.” Then he proceeded to poke around the bowl with his knife nodding and muttering to himself. The monk shook his head. “I don’t put a lot of stock in such divinations.” “I do,” Tenoch replied as he stepped in a little closer to watch the Pellar at work. [I]The old ways are the best ways.[/I] The old man looked up at the ranger from across the bowl and shook his head once with a touch of sadness before returning to the bowl. “The two are related, but only by chance,” the Pellar said. The Companions looked at him blankly. “The nycademon,” he held up a finger to Vech before he could be corrected again, “is the cause of the Gloom, but not directly. Its presence has caused another strand to be woven into this tapestry.” “Gloom? Do you mean the strange fog?” Orlik asked. “You’ve seen it?” the Peller responded. The druid shudder and nodded. “Aye.” “One of the men from the village entered the Gloom in an attempt to drive off whatever was within. There were screams. Horrid screams that…that sounded like he had fallen to madness,” the old man said. “His body was found the next day. White of skin and eyes wide with horror. It was a terrible thing.” The Pellar looked disturbed at just the memory. He then turned back to the bowl. “Three, always three,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Three?” Vech asked. “You will need to speak with the Ladies of the Tapestry,” the Pellar responded. You’ll find them outside of Bramborough. They can put you on your path.” “Path?” Ilvander asked. “We're already here – Noor’s Meadow – where the nightmares are.” “What about this Gloom though? We saw that close to Roundtree. Has it been seen up here as well?” the dwarf interjected. “Yes,” the Pellar replied. “The Gloom has been seen all around these parts, but always out in the depths of the forest. Stay to the road and you should be fine.” Orsik raised an eyebrow. “Where does that name come from? Gloom.” “What would you call it?” the Pellar responded. The dwarf shrugged. “Gloom it is.” “What about this dead chicken?” Dazen asked holding up the carcass. The Pellar’s eyes brightened. “Ah! Dinner!” He then proceeded to collect the pail of goat’s milk, eggs, and chicken and prepare a meal for the Companions that night. [/QUOTE]
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