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<blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 961" data-attributes="member: 94"><p><strong>THE HEART OF NIGHTFANG SPIRE: Interlude in the Afterlife</strong></p><p></p><p>WRITTEN BY DM-DINKELDOG:</p><p></p><p>It wasn't how he remembered it. Last time there were the feasts, tournaments, matches, and easy comaraderie between old, long lost friends. </p><p></p><p>This time, there was the forest, and the large Oak that he awakened under. The warmth was easy, but diffuse. There was no harsh summer sun beating down when he woke. There was a soft fog and warmth. The mossy bed was perhaps the most comfortable thing he'd ever slept on, so he lay back a while longer. Kheldas or Wulf would wake him when it was time to continue on...</p><p></p><p>And so the first few days went, with the soft light turning to a soft darkness, and Halma's soul pulled nourishment from the Oak he sheltered under. Gradually, some thoughts came to him on the edge of wakefulness. Surely, Wulf should have gotten him up for his watch, or breakfast, or something. A tapping on his shoulder roused him. Maybe the gruff dwarf would have a joke to tell, or the smart elf would run a thought by him, or the gentle priest would laugh and flirt with him for spending so much time a-bed. He was only slightly surprised to see the old man.</p><p></p><p>Dressed in grey and white, with a long flowing white beard, he stood above the young barbarian, tapping him with his long staff.</p><p></p><p>"Ah, yes," the old man snorted, "you've finally awakened. You've been sleeping like the dead. Hah! Only fitting, s'pose."</p><p></p><p>Halma wasn't sure what the old man was doing there, and he looked around for the dwarf, Kheldas, or even Tomaloc.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, no, boy. They're not here, but they're calling for you, if you listen."</p><p></p><p>Halma could hear the voice of Alliana most strongly, with Kheldas and Wulf calling to him as well. His most recent companions, Korak and Dorn were there, as well, if much more distant. </p><p></p><p>"You could go to them, if you want. There is much work to do there, as there is here. I suppose the choice is up to you."</p><p></p><p>Halma's mind filled with smells of the Wood, peaceful and earthy smelling, as if a light rain had just finished. Over that, he could smell a burning smell, as of someone assaulting the Wood. But his friends would need him. The image of 4-armed and red-scaled flesh golems appeared before him, as well as a quick flash of a living disembodied heart beating dully, sending out tendrils of hate toward all living creatures. But there was also need here, as an image of him-- together with new companions, standing in the face of demons acting on behalf of dark gods, intent to rend the Heart of the Wood-- came to him.</p><p></p><p>"As I said, boy. It's your choice. I could use your help here, of course. One like you comes by, but rarely. There is also much that needs to be done in the Other Place."</p><p></p><p>But many more that could do it there.</p><p></p><p>"Yes. I have a much smaller orchard than some."</p><p></p><p>Halma thought of his father's sword.</p><p></p><p>"Of course, you wouldn't go unarmed."</p><p></p><p>His father's sword coalesced in his hands--whole and pulsing with purpose.</p><p></p><p>Perhaps he could make one other visit before getting to work here?</p><p></p><p>"I should be able to arrange that, my boy. I am on very good terms with the Lady of Plenty, after all. And perhaps your aid would further one of her pet projects. Yes," the old man nodded, "that one.</p><p></p><p>"But there is much to do. Make sure that you don't tarry over long. You have many new brothers and sisters to meet here. And don't worry. I'll let you know if any others arrive."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wulf Ratbane, post: 961, member: 94"] [b]THE HEART OF NIGHTFANG SPIRE: Interlude in the Afterlife[/b] WRITTEN BY DM-DINKELDOG: It wasn't how he remembered it. Last time there were the feasts, tournaments, matches, and easy comaraderie between old, long lost friends. This time, there was the forest, and the large Oak that he awakened under. The warmth was easy, but diffuse. There was no harsh summer sun beating down when he woke. There was a soft fog and warmth. The mossy bed was perhaps the most comfortable thing he'd ever slept on, so he lay back a while longer. Kheldas or Wulf would wake him when it was time to continue on... And so the first few days went, with the soft light turning to a soft darkness, and Halma's soul pulled nourishment from the Oak he sheltered under. Gradually, some thoughts came to him on the edge of wakefulness. Surely, Wulf should have gotten him up for his watch, or breakfast, or something. A tapping on his shoulder roused him. Maybe the gruff dwarf would have a joke to tell, or the smart elf would run a thought by him, or the gentle priest would laugh and flirt with him for spending so much time a-bed. He was only slightly surprised to see the old man. Dressed in grey and white, with a long flowing white beard, he stood above the young barbarian, tapping him with his long staff. "Ah, yes," the old man snorted, "you've finally awakened. You've been sleeping like the dead. Hah! Only fitting, s'pose." Halma wasn't sure what the old man was doing there, and he looked around for the dwarf, Kheldas, or even Tomaloc. "Oh, no, boy. They're not here, but they're calling for you, if you listen." Halma could hear the voice of Alliana most strongly, with Kheldas and Wulf calling to him as well. His most recent companions, Korak and Dorn were there, as well, if much more distant. "You could go to them, if you want. There is much work to do there, as there is here. I suppose the choice is up to you." Halma's mind filled with smells of the Wood, peaceful and earthy smelling, as if a light rain had just finished. Over that, he could smell a burning smell, as of someone assaulting the Wood. But his friends would need him. The image of 4-armed and red-scaled flesh golems appeared before him, as well as a quick flash of a living disembodied heart beating dully, sending out tendrils of hate toward all living creatures. But there was also need here, as an image of him-- together with new companions, standing in the face of demons acting on behalf of dark gods, intent to rend the Heart of the Wood-- came to him. "As I said, boy. It's your choice. I could use your help here, of course. One like you comes by, but rarely. There is also much that needs to be done in the Other Place." But many more that could do it there. "Yes. I have a much smaller orchard than some." Halma thought of his father's sword. "Of course, you wouldn't go unarmed." His father's sword coalesced in his hands--whole and pulsing with purpose. Perhaps he could make one other visit before getting to work here? "I should be able to arrange that, my boy. I am on very good terms with the Lady of Plenty, after all. And perhaps your aid would further one of her pet projects. Yes," the old man nodded, "that one. "But there is much to do. Make sure that you don't tarry over long. You have many new brothers and sisters to meet here. And don't worry. I'll let you know if any others arrive." [/QUOTE]
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