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<blockquote data-quote="StalkingBlue" data-source="post: 1709762" data-attributes="member: 645"><p><em>[Pallas's account, by Pallas's player: ]</em></p><p></p><p>As Ara Zanir Than knelt by her cousin he whispered to her. I couldn’t make out everything he said. He talked about falling in love with the wrong woman, about the Whisperer in the North, about Ara beginning to understand. As he said that, he handed her a talisman of a polished stone, which looked the same as the one Apari and I wore. The old man knew about the Ghostworlds. </p><p></p><p>More shouting upstairs. Ara Than looked at us. Looked at Virinu lying on the dungeon floor. She seemed to make up her mind. Looking at us, she said: </p><p></p><p>“Can any of you help my cousin? Does any of you have any healing skill.”</p><p></p><p>This was the Ghostworld. Secrets were different. I stepped forward. Took a look at the old man. Took out some bandages. Then as I was bandaging him, I let him have some of my Light. It was powerful in this Ghostworld. His bruises disappeared, his breathing eased and he looked more alert. Ara looked relieved and thanked me. </p><p></p><p>A large squad of Imperial Guard came storming down the stairs. Ara moved forward. She recognised the man in front. </p><p></p><p>“Sargeant Jaru, there has been terrible treachery. This man is my cousin Virinu. The man upstairs is an impostor. I don’t know what his plans are but they must be evil. There is no time to lose. We must apprehend him. We should also take these two men. They have expertise in these matters. Especially the Ghostwalker.”</p><p></p><p>Jaru looked non-plussed. </p><p></p><p>“We were told to secure these two and lock them up.”</p><p></p><p>Jaru looked relieved. I think he was expecting to see a scene of carnage. Instead, things were calm. Ara was convincing. In the end, they came to a compromise. Apari and I would stay in the cell with Virinu, being supervised by a squad of Imperial Guard under Corporal Malvin. She would take the rest of the men to hunt for the false Virinu. We were not disarmed. </p><p></p><p>Apari and I stayed in the cell. Apari talked a little with Virinu. Virinu called him Endikyn. Then the elf in the neighbouring cell started whispering to Apari. I didn’t understand what he said. A little time later, there was a blast of trumpets. The young Pallas knew that that meant that someone important was arriving. Possibly the Prince-General himself. We waited some more. Finally, Ara came back with the other men. She hadn’t found the impostor but the Prince General wanted to see us. Ara looked a little apprehensive. </p><p></p><p>We were taken to the Tower. Just before our audience, Virinu was taken away by some servants and cleaned up. He was accompanied by the ever-vigilant Ara. Apari and I were disarmed. Then we entered the roof space of the Tower. There was a garden up there. Strange. I had never seen that before. Princess Meghna was there along with Prince Daghu and the Prince General Jaradin Al-Kallar. I looked at him. He was dead only he didn’t know it yet. In a few years time, he would be assassinated on the eve of the Battle of Pelthurin, which would seal the Sarcosan defeat against the elves. </p><p></p><p>With prompting, Ara told her story. The Prince-General did not look completely convinced. I looked at Prince Daghu. His arm was still bandaged. Then I quietly asked if I could look at Daghu’s arm. This was granted although Ara still kept a watchful eye on me. I don’t think she fully trusted me. I didn’t blame her. So I approached the Prince, who looked apprehensive. I took his bandage off. That revealed an ugly wound, with blackened edges. As I examined it, the young Pallas almost took over. His personality surged forward almost overwhelming mine. This was what he had been born for. His legendary empathy for with the young Prince sprang into being. The Silent, the Faithful, the Hound. I remembered all those names. Names which would become synonymous with the young Pallas. Very quietly, intimately, he began talking to Daghu, asking him about the wound. The prince was very scared. </p><p></p><p>“ <em>He</em> said <em>he</em> would come back. <em>He</em> said if I said anything <em>he</em> would rip my heart out. <em>He</em> said I musn’t tell anyone.”</p><p></p><p>The young Pallas slowly gained the Prince’s confidence. He promised that he would always be there to protect him. That if he came back, then Pallas would be there to protect him and would rip his heart out first. Daghu told his story.</p><p></p><p>“ It was night. I saw a cloud of mist come under the door. Then <em>he</em> appeared. <em>He </em>opened the door and let the wolf in. I hid behind the curtain. <em>He </em>moved and touched my tutor as <em>he</em> lay asleep. My tutor convulsed and I knew he was dead. Then the wolf found me so I had to come out. That was when <em>he </em>told me that I was to tell no one or I would have my heart ripped out like my tutor. Nothing would stop <em>him</em>. I’ve been really scared. Things are really nasty; and just now, I heard mother and father shouting at each other. They stopped quickly though.”</p><p></p><p>With a little coaxing, Daghu was convinced to relate his story to the Prince General. He looked a little condescending and sceptical at first but his expression changed to one of grimness as he heard the story. Then there was an interruption. An Imperial Guard entered the room and urgently whispered into the Prince-General’s ear. The Prince turned to us. The impostor had stolen the Imperial Cup and the keys to the crypt. The young Pallas knew that the Imperial Cup was one of the most precious objects associated with the line of the Prince General. Losing it was the same as losing a member of his family. Then screams. Something was happening in the crypt. Ara, Apari and I rushed out, picking up our weapons on the way. We reached the crypt and ran down the stairs. In the darkness ahead, we saw a white moving light. Running between two rows of sarcophagi, we chased it. Finally we caught it. I saw the impostor. His wolf was next to him. The wolf charged the others. The impostor was next to a wall, holding a scroll, seemingly drawing something on the rock. I charged him. I swung and missed in the darkness. He stepped through the wall. Only it wasn’t a wall. It was a large crystal, embedded into the wall. Multifaceted. I saw him briefly inside it. I saw other things in the crystal faces: the ruins of a town full of Fell. A strange green surface. Others, more difficult to discern. I hit the stone. Sparks flew but it was unscratched. A sudden thought occurred to me. I took out my talisman and tried to put my arm through the crystal. It went through as if through water. I took my arm out. The others had seen this. Apari was staring at the thing that had been drawn on the wall. It was painted in a black oily substance. Apari rubbed it off the wall. Then Ara took her talisman and linked arms with one of her men. They were both able to go through the crystal. </p><p></p><p>We went back to report to the Prince General. As we left, I glanced at the corpse of the wolf. I was uneasy. I hadn’t seen the mage-hunter. Apari and I had both assumed that it had been possessing the body of the wolf.</p><p></p><p>At the Queen’s Tower, we saw that the real Virinu, although crippled, had charmed the Princess Meghna. He also revealed that the impostor told him his name was Udon. </p><p></p><p>We were then told that Sabba the cook, had been killed while she had been sleeping in the Princess’s bed. Udon had killed her thinking she was the Princess. I began to see some things. </p><p></p><p>Daghu’s tutor had been killed while there was an elven spy in the vicinity. The elf was blamed. Udon, masquerading as Virinu, a holy man, joined the retinue of the Princess. He convinced the princess that he would make a good tutor for Prince Daghu. Then the Princess would mysteriously die in the same way as the tutor. The elves are blamed again. Udon is left in a powerful position through which he can influence the young Prince. Clever, clever Whisperer. We managed to partly spoil his plans but Udon still managed to steal the Imperial Cup. </p><p></p><p>We looked at Virinu but he was singing a strange song. We had to gamble. We thought that the strange green surface represented the forest of Erethor. It was most unlikely that Udon would go there. That left the ruined town with the Fell. A group on horseback should be able to outrun them. Looking at Virinu, I wondered just how mad the madman was. Where had he obtained the talisman? Who was Endikyn? I also wondered that if this Ghostworld was the so-called Second Age, and we recovered the Imperial Cup, just what significance that object had for the Sarcosans in my world which was the so-called Fourth Age? Things are very different in the Ghostworlds. </p><p></p><p>Ara volunteered herself and her platoon to go and rescue the Imperial Cup. The Prince General gave her his signet ring as a token for her courage. </p><p></p><p>Everyone made ready. Provisions, weapons, the rest. Then reluctant horses were led down the stairs into the crypt. As we were about to leave, Apari suddenly called out that he had to deal with something and disappeared for a few minutes. During this time, I explained to Ara some of the things that could be encountered upon changing Ghostworlds. Izrador, orcs, legates, mage hunters, elves, massive and utter defeat. Death and destruction, famine, disease and the Forest of Erethor. She tried to understand but the issue that elves were now allies was the most difficult one for her to grasp. Again we got ready to step through and this time there was another interruption. Prince Daghu came running down, demanding that I stay. I promised to protect him. That is true. The young Pallas did. His feelings about this are so strong that they almost overwhelm me. The young Pallas decides we will stay. Then he remembered that he himself will be gone for only a few seconds and then he would come back. He promises the Prince that he will be back in a few moments and Daghu accepts this. Finally, linking arms we step through. </p><p></p><p>This time it is a feeling as if we are stepping into liquid. Then we step through into the facet showing the ruined city. I feel the young Pallas separating from me. I am myself again. No ghosts this time. We stepped through into ruins. Apari steps through behind me then Ara and her men. Only fifteen out of twenty five. I don’t know what has happened to the others. They are probably dead. Apari starts tracking. No sign of Fell. Nearby we see remains of walls, and a pedestal with a ruined statue. There are dried bundles of flowers and wreaths at its foot. Strange. Ara and her men immediately form up in military ranks. They are well trained. We stay still, as we wait for Apari to come back. He does, excited. He has found some tracks. We mount up and follow them. </p><p></p><p>Soon we see a group in the distance. Horsemen with an infantry screen. One of the riders stands out. He is wearing light clothing. I am positive that is Udon. The others are all armoured. I can’t see for certain in this distance but I am sure many of the infantry are orcs. I warn Ara about them. Apari has been strangely reticent about telling Ara anything. As we ride, she deals with his appearance. She is relieved that he is not one of the “enemy” elves. Her men to take our change of appearance in their stride. They couldn’t see mine anyway as I wore my mask.</p><p></p><p>We caught up the riders quite quickly. The infantry deployed. There are about forty of them. As I suspected, they are orcs. However, I now see the Sarcosan tactics. Riding up they shoot and then ride back, out of reach of the orc javelins. They concentrated on the enemy cavalry, considering them the most dangerous. Enemy horsemen fall rapidly. This tactic is repeated until the Sarcosans shoot all the horses which Udon could have used to get away. It is deadly and effective. There is nothing the orcs can do. Every time they rush forward to engage, the Sarcosan just ride away. Then they just ride forward and fire their bows. It is very impressive. Orcs start falling. Udon also falls as his last horse is shot from under him. There are now only two more horsemen. Two clerics in black full plate. They ride forward and cast spells. Ara is suddenly paralysed but that doesn’t stop her men. They continue riding and shooting. The two figures fall under a hail of arrows. </p><p></p><p>Apari and I can ride forward, around the escort, to deal with Udon. Far behind us we see enemy reinforcement coming. Udon was ready for us. First he tried to make himself unseen but that didn’t fool Apari. Then he tried to use his death touch on Apari but that didn’t work. The warhorse and I hit him several times. Now he started to lose his arrogant pose. As a last desperate measure, he cast a blanket of mist around himself but as he did so, both the horse and I hit him. He fell. I took a bundle from his body, which contained the cup. He was still alive. I speculated if we could take him prisoner for the elves. He would have some vital information. My thoughts were already working. I didn’t know if the elves realised that the Shadow was aware of the Ghostworlds. It could come as a shock to them. We would see. </p><p></p><p>I looked around at what we could collect before we rode for Erethor.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="StalkingBlue, post: 1709762, member: 645"] [i][Pallas's account, by Pallas's player: ][/i] As Ara Zanir Than knelt by her cousin he whispered to her. I couldn’t make out everything he said. He talked about falling in love with the wrong woman, about the Whisperer in the North, about Ara beginning to understand. As he said that, he handed her a talisman of a polished stone, which looked the same as the one Apari and I wore. The old man knew about the Ghostworlds. More shouting upstairs. Ara Than looked at us. Looked at Virinu lying on the dungeon floor. She seemed to make up her mind. Looking at us, she said: “Can any of you help my cousin? Does any of you have any healing skill.” This was the Ghostworld. Secrets were different. I stepped forward. Took a look at the old man. Took out some bandages. Then as I was bandaging him, I let him have some of my Light. It was powerful in this Ghostworld. His bruises disappeared, his breathing eased and he looked more alert. Ara looked relieved and thanked me. A large squad of Imperial Guard came storming down the stairs. Ara moved forward. She recognised the man in front. “Sargeant Jaru, there has been terrible treachery. This man is my cousin Virinu. The man upstairs is an impostor. I don’t know what his plans are but they must be evil. There is no time to lose. We must apprehend him. We should also take these two men. They have expertise in these matters. Especially the Ghostwalker.” Jaru looked non-plussed. “We were told to secure these two and lock them up.” Jaru looked relieved. I think he was expecting to see a scene of carnage. Instead, things were calm. Ara was convincing. In the end, they came to a compromise. Apari and I would stay in the cell with Virinu, being supervised by a squad of Imperial Guard under Corporal Malvin. She would take the rest of the men to hunt for the false Virinu. We were not disarmed. Apari and I stayed in the cell. Apari talked a little with Virinu. Virinu called him Endikyn. Then the elf in the neighbouring cell started whispering to Apari. I didn’t understand what he said. A little time later, there was a blast of trumpets. The young Pallas knew that that meant that someone important was arriving. Possibly the Prince-General himself. We waited some more. Finally, Ara came back with the other men. She hadn’t found the impostor but the Prince General wanted to see us. Ara looked a little apprehensive. We were taken to the Tower. Just before our audience, Virinu was taken away by some servants and cleaned up. He was accompanied by the ever-vigilant Ara. Apari and I were disarmed. Then we entered the roof space of the Tower. There was a garden up there. Strange. I had never seen that before. Princess Meghna was there along with Prince Daghu and the Prince General Jaradin Al-Kallar. I looked at him. He was dead only he didn’t know it yet. In a few years time, he would be assassinated on the eve of the Battle of Pelthurin, which would seal the Sarcosan defeat against the elves. With prompting, Ara told her story. The Prince-General did not look completely convinced. I looked at Prince Daghu. His arm was still bandaged. Then I quietly asked if I could look at Daghu’s arm. This was granted although Ara still kept a watchful eye on me. I don’t think she fully trusted me. I didn’t blame her. So I approached the Prince, who looked apprehensive. I took his bandage off. That revealed an ugly wound, with blackened edges. As I examined it, the young Pallas almost took over. His personality surged forward almost overwhelming mine. This was what he had been born for. His legendary empathy for with the young Prince sprang into being. The Silent, the Faithful, the Hound. I remembered all those names. Names which would become synonymous with the young Pallas. Very quietly, intimately, he began talking to Daghu, asking him about the wound. The prince was very scared. “ [i]He[/i] said [i]he[/i] would come back. [i]He[/i] said if I said anything [i]he[/i] would rip my heart out. [i]He[/i] said I musn’t tell anyone.” The young Pallas slowly gained the Prince’s confidence. He promised that he would always be there to protect him. That if he came back, then Pallas would be there to protect him and would rip his heart out first. Daghu told his story. “ It was night. I saw a cloud of mist come under the door. Then [i]he[/i] appeared. [i]He [/i]opened the door and let the wolf in. I hid behind the curtain. [i]He [/i]moved and touched my tutor as [i]he[/i] lay asleep. My tutor convulsed and I knew he was dead. Then the wolf found me so I had to come out. That was when [i]he [/i]told me that I was to tell no one or I would have my heart ripped out like my tutor. Nothing would stop [i]him[/i]. I’ve been really scared. Things are really nasty; and just now, I heard mother and father shouting at each other. They stopped quickly though.” With a little coaxing, Daghu was convinced to relate his story to the Prince General. He looked a little condescending and sceptical at first but his expression changed to one of grimness as he heard the story. Then there was an interruption. An Imperial Guard entered the room and urgently whispered into the Prince-General’s ear. The Prince turned to us. The impostor had stolen the Imperial Cup and the keys to the crypt. The young Pallas knew that the Imperial Cup was one of the most precious objects associated with the line of the Prince General. Losing it was the same as losing a member of his family. Then screams. Something was happening in the crypt. Ara, Apari and I rushed out, picking up our weapons on the way. We reached the crypt and ran down the stairs. In the darkness ahead, we saw a white moving light. Running between two rows of sarcophagi, we chased it. Finally we caught it. I saw the impostor. His wolf was next to him. The wolf charged the others. The impostor was next to a wall, holding a scroll, seemingly drawing something on the rock. I charged him. I swung and missed in the darkness. He stepped through the wall. Only it wasn’t a wall. It was a large crystal, embedded into the wall. Multifaceted. I saw him briefly inside it. I saw other things in the crystal faces: the ruins of a town full of Fell. A strange green surface. Others, more difficult to discern. I hit the stone. Sparks flew but it was unscratched. A sudden thought occurred to me. I took out my talisman and tried to put my arm through the crystal. It went through as if through water. I took my arm out. The others had seen this. Apari was staring at the thing that had been drawn on the wall. It was painted in a black oily substance. Apari rubbed it off the wall. Then Ara took her talisman and linked arms with one of her men. They were both able to go through the crystal. We went back to report to the Prince General. As we left, I glanced at the corpse of the wolf. I was uneasy. I hadn’t seen the mage-hunter. Apari and I had both assumed that it had been possessing the body of the wolf. At the Queen’s Tower, we saw that the real Virinu, although crippled, had charmed the Princess Meghna. He also revealed that the impostor told him his name was Udon. We were then told that Sabba the cook, had been killed while she had been sleeping in the Princess’s bed. Udon had killed her thinking she was the Princess. I began to see some things. Daghu’s tutor had been killed while there was an elven spy in the vicinity. The elf was blamed. Udon, masquerading as Virinu, a holy man, joined the retinue of the Princess. He convinced the princess that he would make a good tutor for Prince Daghu. Then the Princess would mysteriously die in the same way as the tutor. The elves are blamed again. Udon is left in a powerful position through which he can influence the young Prince. Clever, clever Whisperer. We managed to partly spoil his plans but Udon still managed to steal the Imperial Cup. We looked at Virinu but he was singing a strange song. We had to gamble. We thought that the strange green surface represented the forest of Erethor. It was most unlikely that Udon would go there. That left the ruined town with the Fell. A group on horseback should be able to outrun them. Looking at Virinu, I wondered just how mad the madman was. Where had he obtained the talisman? Who was Endikyn? I also wondered that if this Ghostworld was the so-called Second Age, and we recovered the Imperial Cup, just what significance that object had for the Sarcosans in my world which was the so-called Fourth Age? Things are very different in the Ghostworlds. Ara volunteered herself and her platoon to go and rescue the Imperial Cup. The Prince General gave her his signet ring as a token for her courage. Everyone made ready. Provisions, weapons, the rest. Then reluctant horses were led down the stairs into the crypt. As we were about to leave, Apari suddenly called out that he had to deal with something and disappeared for a few minutes. During this time, I explained to Ara some of the things that could be encountered upon changing Ghostworlds. Izrador, orcs, legates, mage hunters, elves, massive and utter defeat. Death and destruction, famine, disease and the Forest of Erethor. She tried to understand but the issue that elves were now allies was the most difficult one for her to grasp. Again we got ready to step through and this time there was another interruption. Prince Daghu came running down, demanding that I stay. I promised to protect him. That is true. The young Pallas did. His feelings about this are so strong that they almost overwhelm me. The young Pallas decides we will stay. Then he remembered that he himself will be gone for only a few seconds and then he would come back. He promises the Prince that he will be back in a few moments and Daghu accepts this. Finally, linking arms we step through. This time it is a feeling as if we are stepping into liquid. Then we step through into the facet showing the ruined city. I feel the young Pallas separating from me. I am myself again. No ghosts this time. We stepped through into ruins. Apari steps through behind me then Ara and her men. Only fifteen out of twenty five. I don’t know what has happened to the others. They are probably dead. Apari starts tracking. No sign of Fell. Nearby we see remains of walls, and a pedestal with a ruined statue. There are dried bundles of flowers and wreaths at its foot. Strange. Ara and her men immediately form up in military ranks. They are well trained. We stay still, as we wait for Apari to come back. He does, excited. He has found some tracks. We mount up and follow them. Soon we see a group in the distance. Horsemen with an infantry screen. One of the riders stands out. He is wearing light clothing. I am positive that is Udon. The others are all armoured. I can’t see for certain in this distance but I am sure many of the infantry are orcs. I warn Ara about them. Apari has been strangely reticent about telling Ara anything. As we ride, she deals with his appearance. She is relieved that he is not one of the “enemy” elves. Her men to take our change of appearance in their stride. They couldn’t see mine anyway as I wore my mask. We caught up the riders quite quickly. The infantry deployed. There are about forty of them. As I suspected, they are orcs. However, I now see the Sarcosan tactics. Riding up they shoot and then ride back, out of reach of the orc javelins. They concentrated on the enemy cavalry, considering them the most dangerous. Enemy horsemen fall rapidly. This tactic is repeated until the Sarcosans shoot all the horses which Udon could have used to get away. It is deadly and effective. There is nothing the orcs can do. Every time they rush forward to engage, the Sarcosan just ride away. Then they just ride forward and fire their bows. It is very impressive. Orcs start falling. Udon also falls as his last horse is shot from under him. There are now only two more horsemen. Two clerics in black full plate. They ride forward and cast spells. Ara is suddenly paralysed but that doesn’t stop her men. They continue riding and shooting. The two figures fall under a hail of arrows. Apari and I can ride forward, around the escort, to deal with Udon. Far behind us we see enemy reinforcement coming. Udon was ready for us. First he tried to make himself unseen but that didn’t fool Apari. Then he tried to use his death touch on Apari but that didn’t work. The warhorse and I hit him several times. Now he started to lose his arrogant pose. As a last desperate measure, he cast a blanket of mist around himself but as he did so, both the horse and I hit him. He fell. I took a bundle from his body, which contained the cup. He was still alive. I speculated if we could take him prisoner for the elves. He would have some vital information. My thoughts were already working. I didn’t know if the elves realised that the Shadow was aware of the Ghostworlds. It could come as a shock to them. We would see. I looked around at what we could collect before we rode for Erethor. [/QUOTE]
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