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<blockquote data-quote="Hjorimir" data-source="post: 6984581" data-attributes="member: 5745"><p>[I managed to chop off this last post, so here's part two.]</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><u>Sunday, July 17</u></span></p><p></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">Vech</p><p></strong></p><p>The next morning, Vech was trying to explain what he had witnessed while searching frantically for Glyph at the same time. Ilvander had indeed fallen asleep unexpectedly on watch, but was none the worse to show for it. In addition, Charity seemed much better now as she was sleeping peacefully.</p><p></p><p>“A woman?” Orsik asked.</p><p></p><p>“Umm, I think so,” the warlock replied as he rummaged around in his rucksack. “Are you in there?”</p><p></p><p>Dazen shook his head.</p><p></p><p>Vech looked up, sighed, and started to describe her again, “She was wearing some kind of hooded, veiled, robe thing. She didn’t make a single sound, so I didn’t get a name.”</p><p></p><p>“’ever here about something like this?” the druid asked the monk.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander shook his head. “I’ve got nothing.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah-hah!” Vech said as he picked up a rock about the size of his hand. “Hrm, must have been a trick of the light,” he said as he looked about suspiciously. He shrugged and tossed the rock back over his shoulder, which bounced off Tenoch as he prepared breakfast by the campfire. The ranger just shrugged.</p><p></p><p>“It’s pointless talking to him when he’s like this. Trust me, I know,” Dazen said waving the warlock off. “Whatever this spirit was…is…she seemed to have helped Charity.” The elf was now kneeling by the paladin looking her over.</p><p></p><p>“I think you’re right,” Vech agreed. “She didn’t seem overly malicious.”</p><p></p><p>“Overly?” Ilvander said.</p><p></p><p>“Good point. Alright. No, she wasn’t malicious, but there was something unsettling about her,” Vech clarified and started to put his shoes on. “There you are!”</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>A short while later, Charity regained consciousness. When asked about her experience and why she had said ‘fire’ she only shared that it was like a bad dream and that her nightmares were of bad places. None pressed for more information.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><u>Monday, July 18</u></span></p><p></p><p>It was already getting late by the time that they arrived at the village of Bramborough. Not wanting to lose another day, they hurriedly got directions from one of the villagers to the where they might locate the Ladies of the Tapestry. This brought them just north of the village, down in a sunken gulley that formed something of a small bog. A trail wound its way through the low, still waters; it’s path marked by irregularly interspaced poles that were adorned by little men made of twigs that dangled from strings of gut.</p><p></p><p>It was quite dark by the time they spotted three lonely buildings in the mire at a distance. A large cottage was flanked by a small hut to its left and a long stable to its right. A campfire was lit in the yard before the cottage.</p><p></p><p>As they drew closer to the cottage, they started to see they were not alone. Out in the deeper waters away from the path, strange, little frogmen watched them silently. Their large eyes reflecting the light of the Companions torches.</p><p></p><p>“Is this safe?” Vech asked nervously.</p><p></p><p>“Are you afraid of everything?” Tenoch asked.</p><p></p><p>“Keeps me healthy,” the warlock replied with a sheepish grin.</p><p></p><p>“The villagers didn’t seem spooked,” Ilvander said as he shrugged. “Besides, what choice do we have?”</p><p></p><p><em>Well, we could always run away.</em> Vech nodded, “Right.”</p><p></p><p>In the yard was a table with five small children hungrily eating. Nearby, an old woman was taking down laundry from a line.</p><p></p><p>“Hello there,” Ilvander said.</p><p></p><p>The old woman looked over her shoulder and squinted to get a better look at the group of them. “You’re not from Bramborough!” she said almost accusingly.</p><p></p><p>The monk shook his head, “No, we’ve come from Noor’s Meadow where…”</p><p></p><p>“From whence the Pellar sent you, I’ve no doubt!” she said in a huff.</p><p></p><p>“Quite right,” Ilvander continued. “We’ve come to speak with you about the hauntings in the area.”</p><p></p><p>“Not me you haven’t. That’d be the ladies you’re seeking,” she responded as she shook her head all the while continuing to take down the laundry.</p><p></p><p>“Are these your children?” the dwarf asked.</p><p></p><p>“Mine enough,” she said.</p><p></p><p>“Mine…enough?” the dwarf frowned.</p><p></p><p>“They are unwanted. Castoffs whose families either died or abandoned them. Tis a hard world,” the old woman said with a shrug.</p><p></p><p>“Kind of you to take them in,” Ilvander said.</p><p></p><p>“It’s nice that you think so,” she replied.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf looked troubled.</p><p></p><p>“So, where are these ladies? May we speak with them?” Ilvander asked.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t suppose we’ll be rid of you until you do,” she said looking a bit defeated. “As soon as the children finish with supper and I put them down to bed, we’ll see about your visit.”</p><p></p><p>“May I have your name?” Charity asked.</p><p></p><p>“Have? You may not have it!” the woman spat. “But you may call me Gaddis,” she offered with a curt nod.</p><p></p><p>The Companions stepped aside while Gaddis took care of the children’s supper.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this,” the dwarf muttered. “I don’t like this at all.”</p><p></p><p>“What’s that?” Charity asked.</p><p></p><p>“The children…I think they’re being fattened,” the dwarf scowled back over his shoulder at the old woman.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” Vech said.</p><p></p><p>Soon after, the children had all been tucked away into the barn. Gaddis instructed the Companions that she’d be back soon and ducked into the central cottage.</p><p></p><p>“So I guess we just wait,” Dazen said.</p><p></p><p>“Or we could leave,” Vech suggested, looking out at the frogmen.</p><p></p><p>A short while later, she came back out looking a bit frazzled and with bloodshot eyes. “Soon,” was all she offered.</p><p></p><p>Then they were there. None of the Companions could recall exactly from where they came or how they appeared, but three hags loomed before them.</p><p></p><p><em>A coven!</em> “Do not offend!” Vech hissed under his breath to the others, as he took cover behind them.</p><p></p><p>The hags were terrible things. Tall, yet bent. Misshapen and horrible to look upon, yet when one spoke, its voice was that of a beautiful young maiden, which made it all the worse.</p><p></p><p>“Why have you come?” the thinnest of the three said.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander swallowed once and stepped forward, “We’ve come from Noor’s Meadow where they have been suffering from the hauntings.”</p><p></p><p>The hag leaned in close and sniffed the monk. “Freeeeesh,” she said, a drop of drool forming on her lower lip. Her breath was rancid.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander took a step back and coughed uncomfortably.</p><p></p><p>“Awww, it doesn’t want to play,” the fattest said. Her head was covered by a blood-stained wicker basket. A large rucksack was hung across fat belly that was likewise soiled. A lifeless foot dangled out.</p><p></p><p>Charity’s hand started to move towards her sword, but Vech caught her wrist and whispered into her ear. “Attack and we are undone. We have not the means to deal with these three.”</p><p></p><p>She glared at the warlock, fire in her eyes. “Coward,” she whispered back.</p><p></p><p>Vech could only nod.</p><p></p><p>“But I’m so lonely!” the first replied. She looked at Ilvander again, “We could have babies!”</p><p></p><p>“Babies!” the third nearly shrieked with glee as she rose her hands up into the air as if praying for babies to rain from down from the dark sky.</p><p></p><p>“No,” Ilvander shook his head firmly, a scowl of his own.</p><p></p><p>“Very well, very well,” the first replied. “You seek the key and we can put you on your path. We have seen it.”</p><p></p><p>“Great, so put us on this path so we may be on our way already!” the dwarf said.</p><p></p><p>“That’s not how it’s done!” the fat one said. “We must enter into a pact.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, yes,” the third intoned, “a pact!”</p><p></p><p>Vech shuddered.</p><p></p><p>“What kind of pact?” Orsik asked.</p><p></p><p>“You do us a favor and we will return in kind, of course,” the first explained.</p><p></p><p>“There is a beast that troubles the good people of Bramborough and it must be slain!” the fat one went on. “Go to the Ealdorman of the village and tell him that we have sent you to deal with his troubles. Do that, and the knowledge that you seek will be yours!” She thrust forward one of her meaty paws. Clutched within was a curved knife. </p><p></p><p>“What’s this for?” the monk asked.</p><p></p><p>“Athame,” Vech said. “A knife for tribute. Take it and let us be away from here!”</p><p></p><p>Ilvander took the knife and the party turned to leave.</p><p></p><p>“When you have completed the task, return the knife and the tribute to the stone,” Gaddis said, pointing at a large rock, with a flat top, nearby.</p><p></p><p>~</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hjorimir, post: 6984581, member: 5745"] [I managed to chop off this last post, so here's part two.] [COLOR="#A9A9A9"][U]Sunday, July 17[/U][/COLOR] [B][CENTER]Vech[/CENTER][/B] The next morning, Vech was trying to explain what he had witnessed while searching frantically for Glyph at the same time. Ilvander had indeed fallen asleep unexpectedly on watch, but was none the worse to show for it. In addition, Charity seemed much better now as she was sleeping peacefully. “A woman?” Orsik asked. “Umm, I think so,” the warlock replied as he rummaged around in his rucksack. “Are you in there?” Dazen shook his head. Vech looked up, sighed, and started to describe her again, “She was wearing some kind of hooded, veiled, robe thing. She didn’t make a single sound, so I didn’t get a name.” “’ever here about something like this?” the druid asked the monk. Ilvander shook his head. “I’ve got nothing.” “Ah-hah!” Vech said as he picked up a rock about the size of his hand. “Hrm, must have been a trick of the light,” he said as he looked about suspiciously. He shrugged and tossed the rock back over his shoulder, which bounced off Tenoch as he prepared breakfast by the campfire. The ranger just shrugged. “It’s pointless talking to him when he’s like this. Trust me, I know,” Dazen said waving the warlock off. “Whatever this spirit was…is…she seemed to have helped Charity.” The elf was now kneeling by the paladin looking her over. “I think you’re right,” Vech agreed. “She didn’t seem overly malicious.” “Overly?” Ilvander said. “Good point. Alright. No, she wasn’t malicious, but there was something unsettling about her,” Vech clarified and started to put his shoes on. “There you are!” ~ A short while later, Charity regained consciousness. When asked about her experience and why she had said ‘fire’ she only shared that it was like a bad dream and that her nightmares were of bad places. None pressed for more information. [COLOR="#A9A9A9"][U]Monday, July 18[/U][/COLOR] It was already getting late by the time that they arrived at the village of Bramborough. Not wanting to lose another day, they hurriedly got directions from one of the villagers to the where they might locate the Ladies of the Tapestry. This brought them just north of the village, down in a sunken gulley that formed something of a small bog. A trail wound its way through the low, still waters; it’s path marked by irregularly interspaced poles that were adorned by little men made of twigs that dangled from strings of gut. It was quite dark by the time they spotted three lonely buildings in the mire at a distance. A large cottage was flanked by a small hut to its left and a long stable to its right. A campfire was lit in the yard before the cottage. As they drew closer to the cottage, they started to see they were not alone. Out in the deeper waters away from the path, strange, little frogmen watched them silently. Their large eyes reflecting the light of the Companions torches. “Is this safe?” Vech asked nervously. “Are you afraid of everything?” Tenoch asked. “Keeps me healthy,” the warlock replied with a sheepish grin. “The villagers didn’t seem spooked,” Ilvander said as he shrugged. “Besides, what choice do we have?” [I]Well, we could always run away.[/I] Vech nodded, “Right.” In the yard was a table with five small children hungrily eating. Nearby, an old woman was taking down laundry from a line. “Hello there,” Ilvander said. The old woman looked over her shoulder and squinted to get a better look at the group of them. “You’re not from Bramborough!” she said almost accusingly. The monk shook his head, “No, we’ve come from Noor’s Meadow where…” “From whence the Pellar sent you, I’ve no doubt!” she said in a huff. “Quite right,” Ilvander continued. “We’ve come to speak with you about the hauntings in the area.” “Not me you haven’t. That’d be the ladies you’re seeking,” she responded as she shook her head all the while continuing to take down the laundry. “Are these your children?” the dwarf asked. “Mine enough,” she said. “Mine…enough?” the dwarf frowned. “They are unwanted. Castoffs whose families either died or abandoned them. Tis a hard world,” the old woman said with a shrug. “Kind of you to take them in,” Ilvander said. “It’s nice that you think so,” she replied. The dwarf looked troubled. “So, where are these ladies? May we speak with them?” Ilvander asked. “I don’t suppose we’ll be rid of you until you do,” she said looking a bit defeated. “As soon as the children finish with supper and I put them down to bed, we’ll see about your visit.” “May I have your name?” Charity asked. “Have? You may not have it!” the woman spat. “But you may call me Gaddis,” she offered with a curt nod. The Companions stepped aside while Gaddis took care of the children’s supper. “I don’t like this,” the dwarf muttered. “I don’t like this at all.” “What’s that?” Charity asked. “The children…I think they’re being fattened,” the dwarf scowled back over his shoulder at the old woman. “Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” Vech said. Soon after, the children had all been tucked away into the barn. Gaddis instructed the Companions that she’d be back soon and ducked into the central cottage. “So I guess we just wait,” Dazen said. “Or we could leave,” Vech suggested, looking out at the frogmen. A short while later, she came back out looking a bit frazzled and with bloodshot eyes. “Soon,” was all she offered. Then they were there. None of the Companions could recall exactly from where they came or how they appeared, but three hags loomed before them. [I]A coven![/I] “Do not offend!” Vech hissed under his breath to the others, as he took cover behind them. The hags were terrible things. Tall, yet bent. Misshapen and horrible to look upon, yet when one spoke, its voice was that of a beautiful young maiden, which made it all the worse. “Why have you come?” the thinnest of the three said. Ilvander swallowed once and stepped forward, “We’ve come from Noor’s Meadow where they have been suffering from the hauntings.” The hag leaned in close and sniffed the monk. “Freeeeesh,” she said, a drop of drool forming on her lower lip. Her breath was rancid. Ilvander took a step back and coughed uncomfortably. “Awww, it doesn’t want to play,” the fattest said. Her head was covered by a blood-stained wicker basket. A large rucksack was hung across fat belly that was likewise soiled. A lifeless foot dangled out. Charity’s hand started to move towards her sword, but Vech caught her wrist and whispered into her ear. “Attack and we are undone. We have not the means to deal with these three.” She glared at the warlock, fire in her eyes. “Coward,” she whispered back. Vech could only nod. “But I’m so lonely!” the first replied. She looked at Ilvander again, “We could have babies!” “Babies!” the third nearly shrieked with glee as she rose her hands up into the air as if praying for babies to rain from down from the dark sky. “No,” Ilvander shook his head firmly, a scowl of his own. “Very well, very well,” the first replied. “You seek the key and we can put you on your path. We have seen it.” “Great, so put us on this path so we may be on our way already!” the dwarf said. “That’s not how it’s done!” the fat one said. “We must enter into a pact.” “Yes, yes,” the third intoned, “a pact!” Vech shuddered. “What kind of pact?” Orsik asked. “You do us a favor and we will return in kind, of course,” the first explained. “There is a beast that troubles the good people of Bramborough and it must be slain!” the fat one went on. “Go to the Ealdorman of the village and tell him that we have sent you to deal with his troubles. Do that, and the knowledge that you seek will be yours!” She thrust forward one of her meaty paws. Clutched within was a curved knife. “What’s this for?” the monk asked. “Athame,” Vech said. “A knife for tribute. Take it and let us be away from here!” Ilvander took the knife and the party turned to leave. “When you have completed the task, return the knife and the tribute to the stone,” Gaddis said, pointing at a large rock, with a flat top, nearby. ~ [/QUOTE]
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