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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 320768" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p><strong>Part 22: Aftermath</strong></p><p></p><p>"Mayhaps," Malak thought aloud."Do ye suppose..? Nahh... couldn't be."</p><p>"Spit it out, chalak !" Karak returned. The warrior's tone was perhaps gruffer than he intended; the supernatural events they had just witnessed had shaken him.</p><p>"It seemed to me a queer thing that our guide knew well o' this 'ere monastery, but knew nothing of its current state," Malak explained. "He even knew the lay o' the land like it was 'is own."</p><p>"An' what of it?" Karak asked.</p><p>"Do ye suppose that Arngrim once called this 'ere place 'ome?" Malak asked and Karak harrumphed.</p><p>"I do no' think 'e was a prior monk but that's just what I think," the warrior admitted. "All o' this seekin' after oneness an' enlightenment seems an awful 'uman thing to do, if'n ye ask me. And Arngrim seemed every bit the dwarf through an' through. I think 'e knew these ways an' knew of the monastary from 'is travels is all."</p><p>"There 'as to be a connection 'tween him an' the monastery somewhere," the cleric asserted. "Or between the Hungroths and the Ice-Wraith."</p><p>"Hmm... the whole thing seems most unnatural" Karak said. "Despite yer abilities to commune with the Gods, it's unsettlin' to see 'em directly. And it was unsettlin' to see our guide again. But truth be told, I'd been feelin' as if we 'ad abandonded 'im too easily before. But now it seems all right after destroyin' Alluzin."</p><p>"Aye," Malak agreed.</p><p>"What says you we 'ole up 'ere an' finally get ourselves some rest," the warrior went on. "We'll wait until first light and see if ye canno' find us the way. 'Tis strange tha' the storm 'as suddenly stopped as well, no?"</p><p>"Strange indeed, me chalak. But no more strange than fits with all else we've encountered 'ere." Malak spoke, nodding back toward the now crumbled monastery. The entire facade was gone, reduced to a pile of broken rubble. The only indication that a crafted structure had once existed there was the disembodied stone head of Orin that stared solemnly from its place atop the shattered remains.</p><p>"But what o' those Hungroths we dispatched of," Malak asked at last, patting the buckler on his arm "Do ye' suppose we've seen the last of 'em?"</p><p>The warrior shrugged his armored shoulders.</p><p>"Shall ye sleep now, or take first guard?" Karak asked, conveying to Malak that although he hoped they had seen the last of the Hungroths, posting a guard would still be best.</p><p>Malak nodded his agreement.</p><p>"Let's us first find a place to keep for the night. Sleep ye first an' I'll keep watch. I'll wake ye so's I can sleep 'til first light." Malak said, looking toward the sky to get some bearing on direction. He spotted Meruna, the handmaiden in the sky to his left and a pale glow behind some mountains a bit to the right of her position marked the sliver of Great Celune that remained. Her path through the heavens at this time of year was shallow and kept her hidden behind the high peaks of the Thunder Mountains. With the positions of Shaharizod's Mirrors thus fixed in his mind, he was able to trace an imginary line across the dark sky through the constellation, The Rings of Beronnar. From that he knew which direction was north and which direction would lead them southeastward into the human land of Haven.</p><p>"Come mornin' we'll 'ead off for Felsheim," the Battleguard said and placed a stick of firewood in the snow pointing southeastwards. He pointed toward the horizon in the direction the stick pointed. "Tho' I've no idea how far aways off we are, methinks it should be off that way."</p><p>"Fair enough, chalak," Karak said. "Let's shelter 'ere 'neath these cliffs an' get a fire started. Come the 'morrow, we can set off for the human lands."</p><p></p><p>----------------------</p><p></p><p>This marks the end of the first (and only) completed adventure of Malak and Karak. There are three more turns chronicling their first encounters with humans and their problems, but the players decided to switch gears and roll up new characters before their further adventures really got started.</p><p></p><p>If there's an interest I can post the remaining three portions so long as everyone realizes that it ends in a most unsatisfying place.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 320768, member: 2323"] [b]Part 22: Aftermath[/b] "Mayhaps," Malak thought aloud."Do ye suppose..? Nahh... couldn't be." "Spit it out, chalak !" Karak returned. The warrior's tone was perhaps gruffer than he intended; the supernatural events they had just witnessed had shaken him. "It seemed to me a queer thing that our guide knew well o' this 'ere monastery, but knew nothing of its current state," Malak explained. "He even knew the lay o' the land like it was 'is own." "An' what of it?" Karak asked. "Do ye suppose that Arngrim once called this 'ere place 'ome?" Malak asked and Karak harrumphed. "I do no' think 'e was a prior monk but that's just what I think," the warrior admitted. "All o' this seekin' after oneness an' enlightenment seems an awful 'uman thing to do, if'n ye ask me. And Arngrim seemed every bit the dwarf through an' through. I think 'e knew these ways an' knew of the monastary from 'is travels is all." "There 'as to be a connection 'tween him an' the monastery somewhere," the cleric asserted. "Or between the Hungroths and the Ice-Wraith." "Hmm... the whole thing seems most unnatural" Karak said. "Despite yer abilities to commune with the Gods, it's unsettlin' to see 'em directly. And it was unsettlin' to see our guide again. But truth be told, I'd been feelin' as if we 'ad abandonded 'im too easily before. But now it seems all right after destroyin' Alluzin." "Aye," Malak agreed. "What says you we 'ole up 'ere an' finally get ourselves some rest," the warrior went on. "We'll wait until first light and see if ye canno' find us the way. 'Tis strange tha' the storm 'as suddenly stopped as well, no?" "Strange indeed, me chalak. But no more strange than fits with all else we've encountered 'ere." Malak spoke, nodding back toward the now crumbled monastery. The entire facade was gone, reduced to a pile of broken rubble. The only indication that a crafted structure had once existed there was the disembodied stone head of Orin that stared solemnly from its place atop the shattered remains. "But what o' those Hungroths we dispatched of," Malak asked at last, patting the buckler on his arm "Do ye' suppose we've seen the last of 'em?" The warrior shrugged his armored shoulders. "Shall ye sleep now, or take first guard?" Karak asked, conveying to Malak that although he hoped they had seen the last of the Hungroths, posting a guard would still be best. Malak nodded his agreement. "Let's us first find a place to keep for the night. Sleep ye first an' I'll keep watch. I'll wake ye so's I can sleep 'til first light." Malak said, looking toward the sky to get some bearing on direction. He spotted Meruna, the handmaiden in the sky to his left and a pale glow behind some mountains a bit to the right of her position marked the sliver of Great Celune that remained. Her path through the heavens at this time of year was shallow and kept her hidden behind the high peaks of the Thunder Mountains. With the positions of Shaharizod's Mirrors thus fixed in his mind, he was able to trace an imginary line across the dark sky through the constellation, The Rings of Beronnar. From that he knew which direction was north and which direction would lead them southeastward into the human land of Haven. "Come mornin' we'll 'ead off for Felsheim," the Battleguard said and placed a stick of firewood in the snow pointing southeastwards. He pointed toward the horizon in the direction the stick pointed. "Tho' I've no idea how far aways off we are, methinks it should be off that way." "Fair enough, chalak," Karak said. "Let's shelter 'ere 'neath these cliffs an' get a fire started. Come the 'morrow, we can set off for the human lands." ---------------------- This marks the end of the first (and only) completed adventure of Malak and Karak. There are three more turns chronicling their first encounters with humans and their problems, but the players decided to switch gears and roll up new characters before their further adventures really got started. If there's an interest I can post the remaining three portions so long as everyone realizes that it ends in a most unsatisfying place. [/QUOTE]
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