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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 710090" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued As they leave the barn, Blarth hears something inside his head.&quot;Puny half-orc, you're going to die.&quot;He shakes his head, trying to clear it.&nbsp; The voice sounds like his.&nbsp; Exactly like his.&nbsp;&nbsp; But he's pretty sure he didn't say it.&nbsp; Blarth can't remember the last time he called himself puny, but the fact his mind says so worries him.&nbsp; &quot;Blarth not puny,&quot; he snarls.&nbsp; Everyone turns towards him.&quot;What?&quot; Halgo asks.&quot;Blarth not puny,&quot; Blarth repeats.&nbsp; &quot;Blarth's brain tell him he is.&nbsp; Tell Blarth he going to die.&nbsp; Blarth say no.&nbsp; Blarth strong.&nbsp; Blarth live.&quot;The half-orc pounds his chest, hard, to prove the point.&nbsp; Halgo and Geoffrey exchange glances.&quot;Something's out there, sending messages into our heads,&quot; Halgo says.&quot;So Blarth not think he puny?&quot;Nobody answers him.Geoffrey hears a voice in his head.&nbsp; &quot;The beasts of the mountain made us strong.&nbsp; Stronger than you.&quot;He repeats it for everyone else.&quot;Nothing to do with the mountain, huh?&quot; Goeffrey mutters under his breath, cursing Hobb.&nbsp; &quot;When do they learn.&nbsp; Once an evil stronghold, always an evil stronghold.&quot;In the field, two horses stand apart from the rest of the herd.&nbsp; While most are clustered against the far fence of the paddock, Blaze and Broadsword are grazing quietly halfway through.&nbsp; Everyone agrees that this is at least a little suspicious.THey treck accross the field, hands staying warily close to weapons and spells on the tip of the casters tongues.&nbsp; Everyone is on edge, nervous.&nbsp; Halfway between the gate and the two warhorses, Yip suddenly yelps and leaps a foot in the air.&nbsp; Everyone whirls, blades at the ready, but there's nothing there.&quot;What?&quot; Geoffrey demands.&quot;Voice in head,&quot; Yip says quickly.&nbsp; &quot;Told me to hurt Blarth.&quot;&quot;Do you feel like doing it?&quot;Yip looks at the half-orc, considering the question carefully.&quot;No,&quot; he mutters.&nbsp; Then his mind is suddenly bombarded with heavy pressure, and his fist lashes out towards Blarth's unprotected kneecap of it's own accord.&nbsp; Yip yelps again, and just manages to get control of his limbs before the blow connects.&quot;Something nasty,&quot; he tells everyone.&nbsp; &quot;Something making Yip hit.&nbsp; Not Yip's fault.&quot;Everyone turns again, looking accross the paddock.&nbsp; One of the horses is looking at them, Blaze, his eyes afire with saphire light.&nbsp; &quot;Demon horse,&quot; Blarth yells.Then Broadswords mouth drops open, impossibly wide and filled with sharp wolf-like fangs.&nbsp; Everyone stares at the fang-filled maw in disbelief for a space of seconds, then brings weapons up as the horse charges towards them.&nbsp; This time, everyone hears the voice in their head.&quot;Diiiiieeeeee.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 710090, member: 2292"] [I]Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued[/I] As they leave the barn, Blarth hears something inside his head. "Puny half-orc, you're going to die." He shakes his head, trying to clear it. The voice sounds like his. Exactly like his. But he's pretty sure he didn't say it. Blarth can't remember the last time he called himself puny, but the fact his mind says so worries him. "Blarth not puny," he snarls. Everyone turns towards him. "What?" Halgo asks. "Blarth not puny," Blarth repeats. "Blarth's brain tell him he is. Tell Blarth he going to die. Blarth say no. Blarth strong. Blarth live." The half-orc pounds his chest, hard, to prove the point. Halgo and Geoffrey exchange glances. "Something's out there, sending messages into our heads," Halgo says. "So Blarth not think he puny?" Nobody answers him. Geoffrey hears a voice in his head. "The beasts of the mountain made us strong. Stronger than you." He repeats it for everyone else. "Nothing to do with the mountain, huh?" Goeffrey mutters under his breath, cursing Hobb. "When do they learn. Once an evil stronghold, always an evil stronghold." In the field, two horses stand apart from the rest of the herd. While most are clustered against the far fence of the paddock, Blaze and Broadsword are grazing quietly halfway through. Everyone agrees that this is at least a little suspicious. THey treck accross the field, hands staying warily close to weapons and spells on the tip of the casters tongues. Everyone is on edge, nervous. Halfway between the gate and the two warhorses, Yip suddenly yelps and leaps a foot in the air. Everyone whirls, blades at the ready, but there's nothing there. "What?" Geoffrey demands. "Voice in head," Yip says quickly. "Told me to hurt Blarth." "Do you feel like doing it?" Yip looks at the half-orc, considering the question carefully. "No," he mutters. Then his mind is suddenly bombarded with heavy pressure, and his fist lashes out towards Blarth's unprotected kneecap of it's own accord. Yip yelps again, and just manages to get control of his limbs before the blow connects. "Something nasty," he tells everyone. "Something making Yip hit. Not Yip's fault." Everyone turns again, looking accross the paddock. One of the horses is looking at them, Blaze, his eyes afire with saphire light. "Demon horse," Blarth yells. Then Broadswords mouth drops open, impossibly wide and filled with sharp wolf-like fangs. Everyone stares at the fang-filled maw in disbelief for a space of seconds, then brings weapons up as the horse charges towards them. This time, everyone hears the voice in their head. "Diiiiieeeeee." [/QUOTE]

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