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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 712969" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued The charging horse's teeth rasp accross Blarth's armorerd arm, the sound of resisting steel echoing accross the paddock.&nbsp; Blarth winces, but the armor holds.&nbsp; Blows lash out from Yip and Geoffrey, battering the horse enough that the half-orc can rip his arm free.&quot;Puny horse,&quot; he snarls, the sound combing from deep within his throat.&nbsp; His sword hammers down on the the beasts head, opening a bloody cut that drops the horse to the ground.&nbsp;&nbsp; Blarth has scant moments to celebrate his blow, as he feels a sudden pressure on his mind demanding he lash out as his comrades.&nbsp; His arm raises into the air, twitching of its own volition, but the half-orc manages to pull it back under control.&nbsp; &quot;Horse Out Blarth's Head,&quot; Blarth yells.&nbsp; He hears halgo rush through an incantation, tracing runes in the air, and the second horse suddenly stumbles to the side.&quot;It's stunned,&quot; Halgo yells.&nbsp; &quot;Move fast, it wont last.&quot;Geoffrey and Blarth run forward, smashing heavy sword and mace blows against Blaze's flanks.&nbsp; The horses squeals in fright, it's mind still reeling as it tries to comprehend the attack.&nbsp; Then Blarth's blade finds it's lung and it never gets the chance.Everyone looks at the dead horses, breathing heavily after the momentary excitement.&quot;Horse dead?&quot; Yip asks quietly.Blarth plunges his sword into both corpses to be sure.&quot;They look like ordinary horses,&quot; Halgo mutters.&nbsp; He stands over the bodies, chanting the words to a spell.&nbsp; &quot;&quot;Nothing magical about them now.&nbsp; No spells cast on them.&quot;&quot;Why would there be?&quot; Geoffrey asks.&quot;The beasts of the mountains made us strong?&quot;&quot;Ah, of course.&quot; The young cleric draws his dagger out of its sheath and kneels by the first dead horse.&nbsp; With swift precision he plunges it into the skull, digging around until he finds a small splinter of crystal wedged into the creatures brain.&quot;What about this?&quot; he asks, holding it up to Halgo.&nbsp; &quot;Think it has anything to do with it?&quot;Halgo stares carefully at the sliver, examining it with his spell.&quot;It's not magic,&quot; he says finally.&nbsp; &quot;Doesn't even give off a faint light.&quot;&quot;Wait, Blarth check,&quot; the half-orc says, suddenly appearing at Halgo's shoulder.&nbsp; Both Halgo and Geoffrey look at him in surprise.&quot;Check for what?&quot; Geoffrey demands.Blarth doesn't say anything, but his eyes roll slightly in his head then take on a faint glow.&quot;Rufis tell Blarth magic not always magic,&quot; the half-orc explains.&nbsp; &quot;Something about purge...Mind magic no longer the same.&quot;&quot;Mind magic?&quot; Halgo asks.&quot;Psionics,&quot; Geoffrey explains.&quot;And the purge?&quot;&quot;Not one of the empires greater moments,&quot; Geoffrey shrugs.&nbsp; &quot;About five hundred years ago an emperor decided to eliminate all psions from the kingdom.&nbsp; It appears to have had some lasting effects.&quot;Blarth suddenly yells with glee, nodding happily.&nbsp; &quot;It mind-magic,&quot; he says confidently.&nbsp; &quot;Blarth see glow, faint but there.&quot;Everyone stares at the crystal shard in Geoffrey's palm for a few seconds.&nbsp; Then Halgo starts swearing vehemently in dwarvish.&quot;What wrong?&quot; Blarth asks.&quot;The diary at the Inn,&quot; Halgo says between curses.&nbsp; &quot;The one written by the adventurers who fought the dragon.&quot;&quot;What about it?&quot;&quot;There was something in there about the dragon controlling minds...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 712969, member: 2292"] [I]Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued [/I] The charging horse's teeth rasp accross Blarth's armorerd arm, the sound of resisting steel echoing accross the paddock. Blarth winces, but the armor holds. Blows lash out from Yip and Geoffrey, battering the horse enough that the half-orc can rip his arm free. "Puny horse," he snarls, the sound combing from deep within his throat. His sword hammers down on the the beasts head, opening a bloody cut that drops the horse to the ground. Blarth has scant moments to celebrate his blow, as he feels a sudden pressure on his mind demanding he lash out as his comrades. His arm raises into the air, twitching of its own volition, but the half-orc manages to pull it back under control. "Horse Out Blarth's Head," Blarth yells. He hears halgo rush through an incantation, tracing runes in the air, and the second horse suddenly stumbles to the side. "It's stunned," Halgo yells. "Move fast, it wont last." Geoffrey and Blarth run forward, smashing heavy sword and mace blows against Blaze's flanks. The horses squeals in fright, it's mind still reeling as it tries to comprehend the attack. Then Blarth's blade finds it's lung and it never gets the chance. Everyone looks at the dead horses, breathing heavily after the momentary excitement. "Horse dead?" Yip asks quietly. Blarth plunges his sword into both corpses to be sure. "They look like ordinary horses," Halgo mutters. He stands over the bodies, chanting the words to a spell. ""Nothing magical about them now. No spells cast on them." "Why would there be?" Geoffrey asks. "The beasts of the mountains made us strong?" "Ah, of course." The young cleric draws his dagger out of its sheath and kneels by the first dead horse. With swift precision he plunges it into the skull, digging around until he finds a small splinter of crystal wedged into the creatures brain. "What about this?" he asks, holding it up to Halgo. "Think it has anything to do with it?" Halgo stares carefully at the sliver, examining it with his spell. "It's not magic," he says finally. "Doesn't even give off a faint light." "Wait, Blarth check," the half-orc says, suddenly appearing at Halgo's shoulder. Both Halgo and Geoffrey look at him in surprise. "Check for what?" Geoffrey demands. Blarth doesn't say anything, but his eyes roll slightly in his head then take on a faint glow. "Rufis tell Blarth magic not always magic," the half-orc explains. "Something about purge...Mind magic no longer the same." "Mind magic?" Halgo asks. "Psionics," Geoffrey explains. "And the purge?" "Not one of the empires greater moments," Geoffrey shrugs. "About five hundred years ago an emperor decided to eliminate all psions from the kingdom. It appears to have had some lasting effects." Blarth suddenly yells with glee, nodding happily. "It mind-magic," he says confidently. "Blarth see glow, faint but there." Everyone stares at the crystal shard in Geoffrey's palm for a few seconds. Then Halgo starts swearing vehemently in dwarvish. "What wrong?" Blarth asks. "The diary at the Inn," Halgo says between curses. "The one written by the adventurers who fought the dragon." "What about it?" "There was something in there about the dragon controlling minds..." [/QUOTE]

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