Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[ferretguy]

As Julian centers himself from seeing the world in black and white, he is glad to see their new comrade back into the world, hearing what he says he thinks to himself "Just like our own world, this one is full of everyones perceptions of who is right or wrong...by keeping those conceptions strong it probably feeds those "gods" allowing them to strike out at other worlds...

 

[Ashy]

Isror seems to take the jab in stride and replies, "Well, we all have our own thoughts an' voices an' in truth, I must say that I've never spoken - or even laid eyes on - Ossian." The ram-man takes a swig of wine as it is passed back to him and then hands it to the frey. "Dead-man's rigor, eh? Glad to see ya made it back, then - tha' can be a nasty trip, suren. Nothing tha' a little burnok stew and wine couldn't fix, though! Please join us, my good frey, and know that Isror and company welcome ya to our table."

PC seems tentative, but the smell of the food soon overcomes the emotion and he sits and begins eating, talking and listening. Yarish, Qyt'tyl and Yana seem used to this sort of off-again/on-again attitude and for the most part are unplussed. Yarish, trying to edge his small hand ever closer to Kiera's, speaks up.

"You mentioned Penance - well, that place is a mouthful and a half. It is pretty much thought of as the capital of the Forge and is the largest city in all of the domains. Millenia old and built upon the remenants of thousands of its prior selves, it lies many, many leagues to the north and east of where we sit. Ruled over by Queen Israfel, who is often considered the most high among the Black Flock." He smiles as Kiera, as if he is proud of himself for being so helpful...

 

[Vendetta]

"Many leagues?" Asks the Xeph. Perhaps we can start closer to "home", as they say. What can you tell us of the significant locations nearby?"

 

[Voadam]

Kyron turns the light of his gaze upon the little bard.

"Considered most high? In what way?"

 

[deadestdai]

Him big like tree? Baja offered hopefully.

 

[Ashy]

"Many leagues?" Asks the Xeph. Perhaps we can start closer to "home", as they say. What can you tell us of the significant locations nearby?"

"Many, many leagues - and all of it sand and death 'twixt you and it, unless ya can fly." Isror chuckles and then continues, "Well, if Refuge be 'home' as ya call it, then to the west and south lies Meheloas Harbor, as mention'd earlier. A bit of a 'free port', if ya will, but all tha more dangerous thereby. To tha' south lies the Grand Asherake and all his holdin's, known as 'The Fastness'." Isror spits in disgust, quickly followed by PC.

"To tha' north is a triangle of three warlords two lesser, Kyrmzin and Bloodtooth and one greater, Hateni-"

"The heartless bastard!" PC interjects, the venom plain upon his face and in his voice.

"Hateni rules from his great desert city, filled with mystical ziggurats and pyramids, known as Panakhimen and is a well known enemy of Ossian..." Isror nods his head in the direction of PC.

"And Bashat, the mighty capital of Ossian's realm, " intones PC, lies far to the south and east, near the borders of the Domains of Wildwood and the Vault."

Isror continues, "There are many more, here and there, and coutless oasises, all fiercely guarded, scattered in between. Miles and miles of heartless, ever thirsty desert surround ya, my friends, with only tha Southern Ocean to tha south, past Meheloas Harbor, and tha River of the Dead, which emptys into it, near enough to promise any semblance of life."

 

[Ashy]

Kyron turns the light of his gaze upon the little bard.

"Considered most high? In what way?"

"She is often considered the most powerful and the eldest of all the Flock. Whether this is fact or not remains to be seen, but it is what most folk think."

 

[Voadam]

Kyron nods and turns to the Frey.

And what can you tell us of Ossian?

 

[Ashy]

Kyron nods and turns to the Frey.

And what can you tell us of Ossian?

PC chews for a moment or two before answering. "What do you want to know? I've known the dover for years..."

Isror chuckles, "Imagine that! A dover and a frey - friends for years! Next you'll be telling us tha it rains everyday in Bashat!"

PC shoots the ram-man a look, "Oh, as if a war-valco sleepin' in a cave with a big bug is any more normal?" Isror's rolling laugh rolls to a stop...

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan relaxes somewhat as it becomes obvious that PC has no desire to start any trouble with those he has labeled 'outlaws'. He continues watching the conversation for a while before speaking up.

"Perhaps you could tell us about the area he controls. We need to head somewhere, and from what you and Isror have said it seems like his realm would be out best bet."