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Cassael's Lament - An Eberron Story (Updated 5/1)
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<blockquote data-quote="Anti-Sean" data-source="post: 2529982" data-attributes="member: 11797"><p><em>Therendor 22, 998 YK</em></p><p><em>Breland</em></p><p><em>Wroann's Gate, Sharn</em></p><p></p><p> Rand Faldren leaned heavily on his halberd, eyes heavy from the remarkably warm weather this early in the spring. His lack of sleep wasn't making it any easier to stay awake. He cursed his friends under his breath, bitterly regretting his decision to follow them out to the taverns last night for 'just one round'. As usual, that one round turned into another, and another, and it was well past the third bell by the time he stumbled home. “Never again!”, he swore to himself for the thirtieth time that day. With great effort, he lifted his aching head to find his gaze alight on the most beautiful woman he could remember seeing in all of his 19 years. Tall and statueqsue, her long dark hair billowed down in curtains around a smooth face with high cheekbones and a delicate chin. Deep brown eyes stared back at him for a moment before she disappeared behind a hedgerow, beckoning for him to follow. Rand tapped a friend on the shoulder and told him to watch his post as he hurried off in pursuit.</p><p> </p><p> Rounding the corner of the hedgerow, he tumbled headlong into the arms of the mysterious young lady. "It has been a long, hot day in the sun, Rand. You deserve to take a break from all of your hard work." She handed him a mug of ale, which he took in both hands and drank from greedily. "You must be hungry as well!" She handed him a peach and he bit into the succulent fruit, savoring its sweet taste. She smiled as its juice ran down his chin.</p><p> </p><p> "Who are you? How... how do you know my name?"</p><p> </p><p> "After so much food and drink, you must rest!" She giggled and pushed him backwards onto what felt like the softest bed in all of Sharn. He could work for 20 years in the Guard and still not be able to afford such luxury. Before he could ask another question, she had climbed on to the bed, gazing down at him with a mischevious grin on her face. His puzzlement as to how the bed had suddenly appeared vanished as she leaned in close to him, and Rand shivered as he felt her cold, wet nose press against his neck. He murmured softly as she began licking his face over and over.</p><p> </p><p> Rand opened his eyes to find himself flat on his back in the dirt, the muzzle of an enormous white wolf inches away from his face. He screamed and scrambled backwards as a roar of laughter erupted from the guards and travelers around him.</p><p> </p><p> "Kiva! Easy now, you're going to frighten him." Rand looked up again to see a warforged looming above him, its stone hand extended towards him in an offer of assistance. He grabbed it and pulled himself up, trying to regain what little composure he could as he dusted himself off. Large green eyes that seemed to almost glow of their own accord regarded him from within its helm-like face. A massive jaw of uneven, spiky metal teeth jutted out in a pronounced underbite. The warforged leaned on a long wooden staff, most of its other features hidden beneath a voluminous green cloak. Its voice rang out with the sound of a distant, rolling thunderclap. "I am sorry about that, Kiva can be a bit exubarant at times. I think she likes you!"</p><p> </p><p> "You-your identification papers, please." Rand stammered, studiously avoiding looking at the wolf.</p><p> </p><p> The warforged cocked its head slightly. "Identification papers? That's silly. Why do I need pieces of paper to tell me who I am? I can remember that without any problems."</p><p> </p><p> Rand thought for a moment, the comment taking an eternity to navigate through the pain and haze in his head before making any sense. "Your identification papers are for <em>us</em> to know who you are!"</p><p> </p><p> "Well, I can tell you who I am easily enough, you just had to ask! My name is Autumn. You've already met my friend Kiva.”</p><p></p><p> “Wonderful. And why are you here?”</p><p></p><p> “Why are any of us here, really? Isn't that one of the most fascinating questions any of us can ask? I've often wondered that, myself. One answer that-</p><p></p><p> Rand felt the pain in his head intensify. “Look, I'm not asking for a philosophical discussion! Why are you here in <em>Sharn</em>?!”</p><p></p><p> Oh. Well, we have heard a great many things about your city, and we are here to see it firsthand. It has been a long journey from the Reaches, but I have a feeling that this will definitely be worth it! Perhaps we are here to find out why we are here after all!"</p><p> </p><p> "Yes, yes, that's fascinating, please make your mark here and move along,", adding under his breath, "quickly."</p><p> </p><p> Autumn walked slowly through the teeming masses of people moving through Wroann's Gate to all manner of other destinations throutout Sharn. He had been to other cities before, but none of them were quite like this. His gazed shifted from the crowds up to the towers above and back again as he walked, Kiva padding along beside him. “I think I'm beginning understand what those bees I spoke to last summer were talking about now, Kiva.”</p><p></p><p>Kiva barked happily in response.</p><p> </p><p> After about ten minutes of offering a constant stream of apologies to everyone who bumped and jostled him as they passed by, Autumn felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to meet the owner of the tapping finger: a half-orc almost as wide as Autumn was tall.</p><p> </p><p> <em>"Dabu! Loktar, zug-zug!"</em> Autumn greeted the half-orc cheerfully.</p><p> </p><p> "What?"</p><p> </p><p> Autumn repeated himself a little slower and louder, since the half-orc seemed to have trouble understanding him.</p><p></p><p> The half orc growled from behind clenched teeth in a voice that sounded like he'd been gargling glass shards since he was three. "You need to start talking some sense, clank, I can't understand a word you're saying."</p><p> </p><p> "Really? I was using a standard Orcish greeting. Maybe the dialect is different this far south..."</p><p> </p><p> "Look, I was born and raised here in Sharn, I don't understand any of that Marcher babble. Now, I don't have a whole lot of time. Where is the package?"</p><p> </p><p> "The package?"</p><p> </p><p> The half-orc repeated himself a little slower and louder, since the warforged seemed to have trouble understanding him.</p><p> </p><p> "I'm afraid I don't know what package you're talking about. Also, I don't appreciate being called a 'clank'. My name is-"</p><p> </p><p> The half-orc sighed, trying to remain calm. "The package that was given to you in Wroat to deliver to me? You were supposed to make the dropoff right after <em>will you stop licking my hand</em>!?"</p><p> </p><p> "That means she likes you! I suppose there aren't very many wolves in Sharn for you to know that."</p><p> </p><p> "Right. I think she likes the mutton I had for lunch a bit more. You call that a wolf? Sovereigns, I've seen newborn pups that look more threatening! Sure it's big enough, but look at it, wagging its tail with its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth."</p><p> </p><p> "You seem awfully hung up on appearances. Things aren't always quite what they seem, you know."</p><p> </p><p> "Ha! You don't know the half of it! Listen, Bron told me to look out for a warforged arriving this afternoon. He said I'd know which one it was when I saw it. And you stick out like a sore thumb, even without the wolf. So give me the package so we can go our separate ways. I have a date with a few pints of ale, and I'd rather not keep them waiting."</p><p> </p><p> Before he could reply, Autumn felt a tap on his other shoulder. He turned around to see a human grinning broadly, with several others behind him.</p><p> </p><p> "Please pardon the interruption, but I'm going to have to insist that you give the package to us instead." The human turned to address the half-orc. “I hope you don't mind, Gorm. Strictly business, you understand! Now hand over the package, clank, and no one gets hurt!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Anti-Sean, post: 2529982, member: 11797"] [I]Therendor 22, 998 YK Breland Wroann's Gate, Sharn[/I] Rand Faldren leaned heavily on his halberd, eyes heavy from the remarkably warm weather this early in the spring. His lack of sleep wasn't making it any easier to stay awake. He cursed his friends under his breath, bitterly regretting his decision to follow them out to the taverns last night for 'just one round'. As usual, that one round turned into another, and another, and it was well past the third bell by the time he stumbled home. “Never again!”, he swore to himself for the thirtieth time that day. With great effort, he lifted his aching head to find his gaze alight on the most beautiful woman he could remember seeing in all of his 19 years. Tall and statueqsue, her long dark hair billowed down in curtains around a smooth face with high cheekbones and a delicate chin. Deep brown eyes stared back at him for a moment before she disappeared behind a hedgerow, beckoning for him to follow. Rand tapped a friend on the shoulder and told him to watch his post as he hurried off in pursuit. Rounding the corner of the hedgerow, he tumbled headlong into the arms of the mysterious young lady. "It has been a long, hot day in the sun, Rand. You deserve to take a break from all of your hard work." She handed him a mug of ale, which he took in both hands and drank from greedily. "You must be hungry as well!" She handed him a peach and he bit into the succulent fruit, savoring its sweet taste. She smiled as its juice ran down his chin. "Who are you? How... how do you know my name?" "After so much food and drink, you must rest!" She giggled and pushed him backwards onto what felt like the softest bed in all of Sharn. He could work for 20 years in the Guard and still not be able to afford such luxury. Before he could ask another question, she had climbed on to the bed, gazing down at him with a mischevious grin on her face. His puzzlement as to how the bed had suddenly appeared vanished as she leaned in close to him, and Rand shivered as he felt her cold, wet nose press against his neck. He murmured softly as she began licking his face over and over. Rand opened his eyes to find himself flat on his back in the dirt, the muzzle of an enormous white wolf inches away from his face. He screamed and scrambled backwards as a roar of laughter erupted from the guards and travelers around him. "Kiva! Easy now, you're going to frighten him." Rand looked up again to see a warforged looming above him, its stone hand extended towards him in an offer of assistance. He grabbed it and pulled himself up, trying to regain what little composure he could as he dusted himself off. Large green eyes that seemed to almost glow of their own accord regarded him from within its helm-like face. A massive jaw of uneven, spiky metal teeth jutted out in a pronounced underbite. The warforged leaned on a long wooden staff, most of its other features hidden beneath a voluminous green cloak. Its voice rang out with the sound of a distant, rolling thunderclap. "I am sorry about that, Kiva can be a bit exubarant at times. I think she likes you!" "You-your identification papers, please." Rand stammered, studiously avoiding looking at the wolf. The warforged cocked its head slightly. "Identification papers? That's silly. Why do I need pieces of paper to tell me who I am? I can remember that without any problems." Rand thought for a moment, the comment taking an eternity to navigate through the pain and haze in his head before making any sense. "Your identification papers are for [I]us[/I] to know who you are!" "Well, I can tell you who I am easily enough, you just had to ask! My name is Autumn. You've already met my friend Kiva.” “Wonderful. And why are you here?” “Why are any of us here, really? Isn't that one of the most fascinating questions any of us can ask? I've often wondered that, myself. One answer that- Rand felt the pain in his head intensify. “Look, I'm not asking for a philosophical discussion! Why are you here in [I]Sharn[/I]?!” Oh. Well, we have heard a great many things about your city, and we are here to see it firsthand. It has been a long journey from the Reaches, but I have a feeling that this will definitely be worth it! Perhaps we are here to find out why we are here after all!" "Yes, yes, that's fascinating, please make your mark here and move along,", adding under his breath, "quickly." Autumn walked slowly through the teeming masses of people moving through Wroann's Gate to all manner of other destinations throutout Sharn. He had been to other cities before, but none of them were quite like this. His gazed shifted from the crowds up to the towers above and back again as he walked, Kiva padding along beside him. “I think I'm beginning understand what those bees I spoke to last summer were talking about now, Kiva.” Kiva barked happily in response. After about ten minutes of offering a constant stream of apologies to everyone who bumped and jostled him as they passed by, Autumn felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to meet the owner of the tapping finger: a half-orc almost as wide as Autumn was tall. [I]"Dabu! Loktar, zug-zug!"[/I] Autumn greeted the half-orc cheerfully. "What?" Autumn repeated himself a little slower and louder, since the half-orc seemed to have trouble understanding him. The half orc growled from behind clenched teeth in a voice that sounded like he'd been gargling glass shards since he was three. "You need to start talking some sense, clank, I can't understand a word you're saying." "Really? I was using a standard Orcish greeting. Maybe the dialect is different this far south..." "Look, I was born and raised here in Sharn, I don't understand any of that Marcher babble. Now, I don't have a whole lot of time. Where is the package?" "The package?" The half-orc repeated himself a little slower and louder, since the warforged seemed to have trouble understanding him. "I'm afraid I don't know what package you're talking about. Also, I don't appreciate being called a 'clank'. My name is-" The half-orc sighed, trying to remain calm. "The package that was given to you in Wroat to deliver to me? You were supposed to make the dropoff right after [I]will you stop licking my hand[/I]!?" "That means she likes you! I suppose there aren't very many wolves in Sharn for you to know that." "Right. I think she likes the mutton I had for lunch a bit more. You call that a wolf? Sovereigns, I've seen newborn pups that look more threatening! Sure it's big enough, but look at it, wagging its tail with its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth." "You seem awfully hung up on appearances. Things aren't always quite what they seem, you know." "Ha! You don't know the half of it! Listen, Bron told me to look out for a warforged arriving this afternoon. He said I'd know which one it was when I saw it. And you stick out like a sore thumb, even without the wolf. So give me the package so we can go our separate ways. I have a date with a few pints of ale, and I'd rather not keep them waiting." Before he could reply, Autumn felt a tap on his other shoulder. He turned around to see a human grinning broadly, with several others behind him. "Please pardon the interruption, but I'm going to have to insist that you give the package to us instead." The human turned to address the half-orc. “I hope you don't mind, Gorm. Strictly business, you understand! Now hand over the package, clank, and no one gets hurt!” [/QUOTE]
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