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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2756904" data-attributes="member: 1210">The Story Continues!Where were we?Oh, yeah, after the big fight...The next thing that happened was the dispensation of justice, both high and low.  Baron Malford took care of business.  Both Vosh and Urdor, though undead, had ‘survived’ the fight, though in a state akin to unconsciousness.  Urdor had been taken and Vosh recovered from the sea.  Akakathan, too, had been taken prisoner by Dexter, Malford, Rajah, Lochenvare and their party.  Malford’s judgment was stern.  The two undead abominations were both executed immediately.Akakathan was a more difficult subject.  He had not attacked the party, and had in fact tried to aid Sheila the Confessor while she was a captive of Farenth’s.  Though he had traveled with the evil party, he had (he argued) been in a very untenable situation.  Both Malford and Dexter could sympathize with that.  In the end, Malford put Akakathan effectively on probation and allowed him to live.  Humbly, the merellin put himself at the Baron’s mercy; he would remain close at hand, for the nonce, so that Malford and his men might watch him closely. ***5/1/97 O.L.G., 3 p.m., the Cathedral of Galador in FuziaDexter walked away from the pulpit awed.  His sermon- which preached in almost direct contravention of certain elements of church doctrine- had drawn thousands.  He was shaken with the immensity of it: people were listening to him- to him! It was the Voice. He spoke with the Voice of Galador. It was an immense responsibility, one that Dexter did not welcome.  It was a challenge that he did not feel he could live up to.  But it was driving him to try- to try to live up to his growing sense of integrity and morality.  There is no need to persecute other religions, he thought.  People should be free to believe what they want.  I know it.  And the Voice had not contradicted him; when he had preached his fervent belief, the Voice had worked.  It would not, he knew, if what he said was truly against Galador’s will.Reports of the sermon naturally spread amongst the clergy like wildfire. ***It was sometime around this period that Malford hired on a court wizard- a necromancer named Therena.  Though he was later to regret it bitterly, he decided that he would bring a wizard who was adept in the schools opposite his to work for him.  As an illusionist, he had no ability with necromancy, evocation or abjurations.  She would fill in the gaps nicely!***5/22/97 O.L.G., 2 p.m., the plains of southern ThuleMoons are rare.  One was directly over the south of Dorhaus when this happened. Our heroes decided to travel to the city of Trinsian.  None of them had been there before; that was reason enough.  It was on this journey that they saw something fall from the moon.  In the distance- directly beneath the moon- something struck, and there was a huge explosion of dust and a loud crack of noise.How could a band of adventurers resist such a tempting target?  When they got within about two miles they could see the crater, and within a mile they could see something grey-brown within it.  And when they got closer still, they realized that it was an egg.“Oh, my,” whispered Malford.  “Pretty big omelet,” observed Lochenvare.“What the hell is in that thing?” wondered Dexter.  “Whatever it is, it’s big,” observed Therena.Indeed it was.  The egg was nearly 80’ in diameter.  The group speculated on whether it had really fallen from the moon.  “We saw it,” insisted Malford.  Even so, most of them find it hard to credit. “Now we know what is on the moons,” Malford grinned.  “Herds of whatever comes from that egg!”Naturally, the group makes camp on the egg, taking care to light a fire.Next Time: The gargantuan egg hatches!</blockquote>

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