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<blockquote data-quote="Spatula" data-source="post: 1766926" data-attributes="member: 2198"><p><strong>Session 2, Chapter 8: Before Sunset</strong></p><p></p><p>Time passed slowly for the fort’s defenders. There was talk of sending out scouts, but Gorgoreth advised against it – previous patrols had left sight of the fort and were not seen again. In any case, there were no spare mounts and no one was willing to leave on foot. So, in their separate camps, the elves and the humans both waited out the days’s light.</p><p></p><p>Krik made several circuits around the wall, looking for signs of attack. When none appeared, he made a thorough headcount of the guards, to make sure no one had wandered off or been killed by a stealthy assassin. When no one went missing, the thri-kreen began to roam the hard earth beyond the walls, collecting arrows and looking for some sort of sign in the dust. Eventually he returned to the walls, but he could not remain still.</p><p></p><p>Kanyth retrieved his prized possession from his kit, a lute crafted in the tradition of the Tyrian master Arkaanion, and chose an Urikite song of war and triumph for the men and women clustered in the shade of the buildings. The bard’s fingers breathed life through the catgut strings and into the wooden body, and the instrument exhaled pure tones of joy in response. The music drifted throughout the compound on the slight breeze, drawing people out of the shade and towards the sound’s source.</p><p></p><p>Aral Karef sat in the shadow of the wagons, and meditated in silence.</p><p></p><p>When he opened his eyes, the shadow had moved to the other side of the cart and his body complained for want of sustenance. The sun cast dim rays over the camp from its position, low on the western wall. The psionicist got to his feet and headed over to a crowd surrounding a cook-fire in the courtyard.</p><p></p><p>Many of the outpost’s inhabitants and visitors were here, eating stew from wooden bowls. There was a small crowd with Kanyth at its center next to the fire; nearby, Basal and Krik were talking about food; off to one side, Laalresh, Gravik, Gorgoreth, and Karick spoke of the proclivities of elves; and in the back, Haalak ate alone, with a wide clearing around him. The man tending the stewpot handed Aral a half-full bowl and a heel of crusty bread. He sat and began to eat. <em>Not bad. I wonder if I would think differently if I knew what was in it.</em></p><p></p><p>With a wary eye, Aral watched as Gorgoreth deteched himself his conversation with Karick and made his way over to Aral’s side. The imposing figure of the fort’s commander lowered himself to the ground next to the psionicist and gave him a thoughtful look.</p><p></p><p>“So you’re Karef’s boy. I can see him in your face, especially with that nose. How is the old man?”</p><p></p><p>“Y-you knew my father?” <em>Ack, that was a stupid question. How many times must father have come here with the caravans?</em> “He… uh, he’s in charge of security for Klethira back in Nibenay.”</p><p></p><p>Gorgoreth grunted. “He’s done well for himself. I knew he was headed for more than just guard duty. He was smart, you could see it in his eyes… and in your eyes, as well. So... they tell me that you’re an energy manipulator. That you just about single-handedly struck down all your attackers on the way here.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, uhm, me and Karick. He’s a kineticist too.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, I’ve talked with him. He strikes me as a wastelander, or perhaps someone who’s taken on wastelander ways. He wouldn’t speak of his master or where he trained. What about you?”</p><p></p><p>“Academy of the Seven Stars, in Nibenay.” Now Aral was on more familiar ground.</p><p></p><p>“Ahhh… Now that’s a fine school. I didn’t realize we were paying your father <strong>that</strong> well.” Gorgoreth offered Aral a smile, seemingly the first that had passed over the commander’s face since the caravan arrived. “Tell me, is Chandrassa still teaching there? In my time, she was regarded as a walking nightmare, literally, by the stu-”</p><p></p><p>A ringing bell cut short the conversation. It was followed by shouts from the lookout tower.</p><p></p><p>“Elves! The elves are coming! Everyone to the wall!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spatula, post: 1766926, member: 2198"] [b]Session 2, Chapter 8: Before Sunset[/b] Time passed slowly for the fort’s defenders. There was talk of sending out scouts, but Gorgoreth advised against it – previous patrols had left sight of the fort and were not seen again. In any case, there were no spare mounts and no one was willing to leave on foot. So, in their separate camps, the elves and the humans both waited out the days’s light. Krik made several circuits around the wall, looking for signs of attack. When none appeared, he made a thorough headcount of the guards, to make sure no one had wandered off or been killed by a stealthy assassin. When no one went missing, the thri-kreen began to roam the hard earth beyond the walls, collecting arrows and looking for some sort of sign in the dust. Eventually he returned to the walls, but he could not remain still. Kanyth retrieved his prized possession from his kit, a lute crafted in the tradition of the Tyrian master Arkaanion, and chose an Urikite song of war and triumph for the men and women clustered in the shade of the buildings. The bard’s fingers breathed life through the catgut strings and into the wooden body, and the instrument exhaled pure tones of joy in response. The music drifted throughout the compound on the slight breeze, drawing people out of the shade and towards the sound’s source. Aral Karef sat in the shadow of the wagons, and meditated in silence. When he opened his eyes, the shadow had moved to the other side of the cart and his body complained for want of sustenance. The sun cast dim rays over the camp from its position, low on the western wall. The psionicist got to his feet and headed over to a crowd surrounding a cook-fire in the courtyard. Many of the outpost’s inhabitants and visitors were here, eating stew from wooden bowls. There was a small crowd with Kanyth at its center next to the fire; nearby, Basal and Krik were talking about food; off to one side, Laalresh, Gravik, Gorgoreth, and Karick spoke of the proclivities of elves; and in the back, Haalak ate alone, with a wide clearing around him. The man tending the stewpot handed Aral a half-full bowl and a heel of crusty bread. He sat and began to eat. [i]Not bad. I wonder if I would think differently if I knew what was in it.[/i] With a wary eye, Aral watched as Gorgoreth deteched himself his conversation with Karick and made his way over to Aral’s side. The imposing figure of the fort’s commander lowered himself to the ground next to the psionicist and gave him a thoughtful look. “So you’re Karef’s boy. I can see him in your face, especially with that nose. How is the old man?” “Y-you knew my father?” [i]Ack, that was a stupid question. How many times must father have come here with the caravans?[/i] “He… uh, he’s in charge of security for Klethira back in Nibenay.” Gorgoreth grunted. “He’s done well for himself. I knew he was headed for more than just guard duty. He was smart, you could see it in his eyes… and in your eyes, as well. So... they tell me that you’re an energy manipulator. That you just about single-handedly struck down all your attackers on the way here.” “Well, uhm, me and Karick. He’s a kineticist too.” “Yes, I’ve talked with him. He strikes me as a wastelander, or perhaps someone who’s taken on wastelander ways. He wouldn’t speak of his master or where he trained. What about you?” “Academy of the Seven Stars, in Nibenay.” Now Aral was on more familiar ground. “Ahhh… Now that’s a fine school. I didn’t realize we were paying your father [b]that[/b] well.” Gorgoreth offered Aral a smile, seemingly the first that had passed over the commander’s face since the caravan arrived. “Tell me, is Chandrassa still teaching there? In my time, she was regarded as a walking nightmare, literally, by the stu-” A ringing bell cut short the conversation. It was followed by shouts from the lookout tower. “Elves! The elves are coming! Everyone to the wall!” [/QUOTE]
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