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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6961456" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>DARKSUN: RUINS OF DESTRUCTION</p><p>SEGMENT 004</p><p>ADVENTURE ONE: LEDOPOLUS</p><p>11/26/16</p><p></p><p>190 KA- DESERT FURY 27TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH</p><p></p><p>There are legends that North and South Ledopolus were once joined but how do you prove such a thing? Ask any of the dwarves that live here. As the three adventurers near the settlement they spot many dwarves determinedly slave and work at carrying and pulling rocks and rubble.</p><p></p><p>Pulling together what they have heard, they are aware that the dwarves are trying to build a land bridge reconnecting the two settlements. Currently, one needs to walk through the Great Ivory Plains or take a ferry across to reach North Ledopolus. One is costly and the other most likely will cost you your life.</p><p></p><p>The dwarves glare at you as you interrupt their efforts to bring stone and supplies to the bridge. Their entire focus is on the building of the bridge. They get one to answer a simple question. “When does the next ferry leave?”</p><p></p><p>“Missed it by two hours. Next will be days. Now politely I must ask you to step aside.</p><p></p><p>Delphia’s charms have little pull over these dwarves.</p><p></p><p>Soon, another dwarf mentions an alternative but doesn’t recommend it. When pushed, he says for them to seek out the Kenku known as Kocurra. This dwarf then pushes past them. The mul strongly wanted to strike the dwarf down for this slight but restrains himself. Not so the next dwarf they speak to whom spits on her when asked where to find the bird man. Even as he begins to choke the startled dwarf she spots a Kenku near the shore line watching the construction.</p><p></p><p>“There- a Kenku. It has to be him. How many Kenku live in this settlement?”</p><p></p><p>She goes down to see the creature. Balik is torn between remaining at her side or the disciplining of this rude dwarf. Luckily for the dwarf, he decides to go to her side as Torruk has already started off.</p><p></p><p>“You are Kocurra?” the elven seductress asks.</p><p></p><p>“If I’m not then why would the dwarves watch me as they do?” he nods softly at the dwarves as they come and go at the beginning of the land bridge.</p><p></p><p>“We seek a giant to ferry us across to North Ledopolus.”</p><p></p><p>“Ferry you….?” The bird man only now turns to face you. He sizes up her need and more importantly- her wealth. “Yes. I can contact Silt Howler…. For a fee.”</p><p></p><p>“How much?” asks the mul fearing a crazed amount.</p><p></p><p>“The dwarves have cut down the traffic here. Need the money. Five silver. Each.” It then looks back to watch the dwarves with its round black emotionless eyes.</p><p></p><p>“What!?!” exclaims the mul but he is hushed by Delphia.</p><p></p><p>“Very well. Agreed.”</p><p></p><p>“Payment first.”</p><p></p><p>“Giant first.” She calmly says while matching his determination.</p><p></p><p>Silence.</p><p></p><p>A few feathers on his neck ruffle. “Stubborn like a dwarf. Very well. Five now and ten when he comes.”</p><p></p><p>“Agreed.”</p><p></p><p>She watches intently as he pulls something out of his tunic. Something like a charm on a necklace. The Kenku businessman concentrates on the trinket then puts it back. “He comes.” He looks at her hoping for the ten silver but finds he must wait.</p><p></p><p>A few dwarves stop to watch them. Their distain can be felt by them. Obviously there is bad blood between the Kenku and this Silt Howler between the dwarves. An hour goes by.</p><p></p><p>“How much longer?” Delphia asks.</p><p></p><p>“He has heard.”</p><p></p><p>Another hour passes.</p><p></p><p>“When and don’t say he has heard.” Growls the mul.</p><p></p><p>The Kenku whistles in a voice that seems strangely familiar. It is Delphia’s.</p><p></p><p>As the mul decides to swat the mocking birdman something can be seen in the distance within the silt.</p><p></p><p>Wading through the silt is an incredibly large giant with a wolf’s head (Beast-Head Giant). “Behold- Silt Howler.” The giant has twin cages supported by a long pole and giant hair rope. “Are those cages… for us?” asks the half-giant in disbelief.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t do cages.” Growls the mul just suppressing his fear.</p><p></p><p>“For me?” his elven mistress asks.</p><p></p><p>“For a short time…. If I must.”</p><p></p><p>Two hours later……</p><p></p><p>The mul is sitting on the floor of the cage with the elf sitting on his lap hoping to calm him. He is greatly agitated being caged… and carried over ten to fifteen feet of silt.</p><p></p><p>In the language of giants, Torruk asks the giant many questions. The giant has little to say to the small people. The basics of what is learned is he hates dwarves, the “shallows” are a family secret handed down from giant to giant. One mis-step could lead to drowning in silt. He hates dwarves. There is nothing to worry about in this deep of silt.</p><p></p><p>Two more hours go by and the ever observant elf spots something in the near distance…. An island. When pushed, the giant admits it is Ledo, his home. </p><p></p><p>At six hours of traveling through the silt in a slightly zig-zag pattern the giant sighs and continues on. Suddenly he screams out loud with an eerie howl like a harmed dog… or wolf. Large Gray tentacles emerge out of the silt entangling his waist.</p><p></p><p>The giant grunts and concentrates then falters…. “Cannot kill little people also. Bad form.” Whatever psionic power or ability he was about to use he felt would kill them also. He instead reaches for a ballista-like spear he dragged behind him. Though tossed around, little harm comes to the passengers. Torruk doesn’t even fall.</p><p></p><p>The tentacles withdraw from the cutting edge then attack again. Pained, the giant howls and loses balance briefly. The cage Balik and Delphia are in strikes the surface of the silt. Silt begins to pour into the cage threatening to drown them. Meanwhile, Torruk finds himself thrust into the air and rattled violently.</p><p></p><p>The giant strikes and stabs again. Suddenly a blast of silt explodes from within the silt sea. The mul chokes on the thick cloud forced at him. Rather than die, the Gray Silt Horror has fled from the giant. Even the silt covers the bottom of the cage the giant stands up and straightens out the cage. An apologetic “sorry. Hasn’t happened in years….” Comes from the embarrassed giant.</p><p></p><p>It takes a total of ten hours to cross the silt. The darkened sun is beginning set. Dwarves here, still working, glare at the giant. Taunts, curses and promises of ill-fortune are called out in dwarven and common. North Ledopolus dwarves are not as reserved or polite it seems.</p><p></p><p>As quickly as the three of them hop out of the cages, the wolf headed giant silently turns and leaves.</p><p></p><p>“So what was that guy’s name?” asks the mul again…. Happy to be out of the cage.</p><p></p><p>“Scholar Data Place.” The elf says sticking out her tongue at the sound of the name.</p><p></p><p>“Funny name. Even for a human living with dwarves.” Adds the half-giant.</p><p></p><p>They try to get directions and find no dwarf will give them time. It appears word of their arrival and means of arrival has spread quickly. It is clear they are not welcomed here.</p><p></p><p>A few dwarves are nice enough to give hints of direction. Answers like “North, His house you idiot” and one makes the mistake of spitting on the ground. He flees before the mul catches him.</p><p></p><p>Then a moment of fear- a short humanoid is spotted watching them with amazement. Halfling? They think in a panic. No… it is a human child.</p><p></p><p>“Child- can you tell us how to find the Scholar Data Place’s home?”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps” says the child stepping out of the deeper shadows of an alley.</p><p></p><p>Taking the hint, she pulls out a ceramic bit from her money pouch and offers it to the child. With a sound of glee and happiness, the child hurries off calling for you to follow…. And keep up. They do… barely. The child takes several more narrow alleys and criss-crosses the settlement then reaches a small well made building. “He lives here.” And rushes in barging through the unlocked door.</p><p></p><p>The three of them look to each other….. they suspect a trap or some sort of treachery so they hold off.</p><p>“We know where he lives. Lets return in the morning.</p><p></p><p> 190 KA- DESERT FURY 28TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH</p><p></p><p>Sleeping in the sand and silt behind a carpenter’s building they awake and skip breakfast and return to the building the child led them too. They knock and the door is answered by a human woman. “We were expecting you. Come in.” She has you sit in a parlor room. An older human male comes it. “What is it?” he half demands.</p><p></p><p>Delphia spots the child watching from the entrance of another room. Place’s child.</p><p></p><p>“We have a message for you from Urik.” Says the elf as she pulls out the scroll. She cannot help herself. She leans over so as to provide a glance at her chest and smiles. If her seduction worked, it doesn’t show on the man whom looks very impatient.</p><p></p><p>He takes the scroll from her. “Who sent you anyway?!?”</p><p></p><p>“Templar Senshaw”</p><p></p><p>At the sound of his name the man pauses abruptly. Softly and with dread he says “He found me.”</p><p></p><p>Even as he reads the scroll the elf presses on. “We were told you HAD to answer it before we returned to Urik.”</p><p></p><p>“I am quite sure of that.” Says the man as he reads the scroll. He takes it into his study. She and the half-giant follow. With an ink and quill he writes something on the scroll. Once satisfied it had dried enough, he rolls it up and reheats and stamps the wax seal.</p><p></p><p>“Knowing Senshaw, you should hurry…..” the Scholar adds.</p><p></p><p>As they reach the docks Delphia comes to a realization… they have no means to return. The giant is gone, the Kenku is in the south and the dwarves will not help. Quite the opposite.</p><p></p><p>Unsure what to do they wait for a Silt Skimmer trade ship to come to port. The next day one happens by.</p><p></p><p>Using every charm she can, she speaks to the captain whom is trying to dock and arrange unloading of cargo. They come to an agreement, for a small fee and the aid of loading and unloading here and in Balic, he will take them. Agreed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6961456, member: 9255"] DARKSUN: RUINS OF DESTRUCTION SEGMENT 004 ADVENTURE ONE: LEDOPOLUS 11/26/16 190 KA- DESERT FURY 27TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH There are legends that North and South Ledopolus were once joined but how do you prove such a thing? Ask any of the dwarves that live here. As the three adventurers near the settlement they spot many dwarves determinedly slave and work at carrying and pulling rocks and rubble. Pulling together what they have heard, they are aware that the dwarves are trying to build a land bridge reconnecting the two settlements. Currently, one needs to walk through the Great Ivory Plains or take a ferry across to reach North Ledopolus. One is costly and the other most likely will cost you your life. The dwarves glare at you as you interrupt their efforts to bring stone and supplies to the bridge. Their entire focus is on the building of the bridge. They get one to answer a simple question. “When does the next ferry leave?” “Missed it by two hours. Next will be days. Now politely I must ask you to step aside. Delphia’s charms have little pull over these dwarves. Soon, another dwarf mentions an alternative but doesn’t recommend it. When pushed, he says for them to seek out the Kenku known as Kocurra. This dwarf then pushes past them. The mul strongly wanted to strike the dwarf down for this slight but restrains himself. Not so the next dwarf they speak to whom spits on her when asked where to find the bird man. Even as he begins to choke the startled dwarf she spots a Kenku near the shore line watching the construction. “There- a Kenku. It has to be him. How many Kenku live in this settlement?” She goes down to see the creature. Balik is torn between remaining at her side or the disciplining of this rude dwarf. Luckily for the dwarf, he decides to go to her side as Torruk has already started off. “You are Kocurra?” the elven seductress asks. “If I’m not then why would the dwarves watch me as they do?” he nods softly at the dwarves as they come and go at the beginning of the land bridge. “We seek a giant to ferry us across to North Ledopolus.” “Ferry you….?” The bird man only now turns to face you. He sizes up her need and more importantly- her wealth. “Yes. I can contact Silt Howler…. For a fee.” “How much?” asks the mul fearing a crazed amount. “The dwarves have cut down the traffic here. Need the money. Five silver. Each.” It then looks back to watch the dwarves with its round black emotionless eyes. “What!?!” exclaims the mul but he is hushed by Delphia. “Very well. Agreed.” “Payment first.” “Giant first.” She calmly says while matching his determination. Silence. A few feathers on his neck ruffle. “Stubborn like a dwarf. Very well. Five now and ten when he comes.” “Agreed.” She watches intently as he pulls something out of his tunic. Something like a charm on a necklace. The Kenku businessman concentrates on the trinket then puts it back. “He comes.” He looks at her hoping for the ten silver but finds he must wait. A few dwarves stop to watch them. Their distain can be felt by them. Obviously there is bad blood between the Kenku and this Silt Howler between the dwarves. An hour goes by. “How much longer?” Delphia asks. “He has heard.” Another hour passes. “When and don’t say he has heard.” Growls the mul. The Kenku whistles in a voice that seems strangely familiar. It is Delphia’s. As the mul decides to swat the mocking birdman something can be seen in the distance within the silt. Wading through the silt is an incredibly large giant with a wolf’s head (Beast-Head Giant). “Behold- Silt Howler.” The giant has twin cages supported by a long pole and giant hair rope. “Are those cages… for us?” asks the half-giant in disbelief. “I don’t do cages.” Growls the mul just suppressing his fear. “For me?” his elven mistress asks. “For a short time…. If I must.” Two hours later…… The mul is sitting on the floor of the cage with the elf sitting on his lap hoping to calm him. He is greatly agitated being caged… and carried over ten to fifteen feet of silt. In the language of giants, Torruk asks the giant many questions. The giant has little to say to the small people. The basics of what is learned is he hates dwarves, the “shallows” are a family secret handed down from giant to giant. One mis-step could lead to drowning in silt. He hates dwarves. There is nothing to worry about in this deep of silt. Two more hours go by and the ever observant elf spots something in the near distance…. An island. When pushed, the giant admits it is Ledo, his home. At six hours of traveling through the silt in a slightly zig-zag pattern the giant sighs and continues on. Suddenly he screams out loud with an eerie howl like a harmed dog… or wolf. Large Gray tentacles emerge out of the silt entangling his waist. The giant grunts and concentrates then falters…. “Cannot kill little people also. Bad form.” Whatever psionic power or ability he was about to use he felt would kill them also. He instead reaches for a ballista-like spear he dragged behind him. Though tossed around, little harm comes to the passengers. Torruk doesn’t even fall. The tentacles withdraw from the cutting edge then attack again. Pained, the giant howls and loses balance briefly. The cage Balik and Delphia are in strikes the surface of the silt. Silt begins to pour into the cage threatening to drown them. Meanwhile, Torruk finds himself thrust into the air and rattled violently. The giant strikes and stabs again. Suddenly a blast of silt explodes from within the silt sea. The mul chokes on the thick cloud forced at him. Rather than die, the Gray Silt Horror has fled from the giant. Even the silt covers the bottom of the cage the giant stands up and straightens out the cage. An apologetic “sorry. Hasn’t happened in years….” Comes from the embarrassed giant. It takes a total of ten hours to cross the silt. The darkened sun is beginning set. Dwarves here, still working, glare at the giant. Taunts, curses and promises of ill-fortune are called out in dwarven and common. North Ledopolus dwarves are not as reserved or polite it seems. As quickly as the three of them hop out of the cages, the wolf headed giant silently turns and leaves. “So what was that guy’s name?” asks the mul again…. Happy to be out of the cage. “Scholar Data Place.” The elf says sticking out her tongue at the sound of the name. “Funny name. Even for a human living with dwarves.” Adds the half-giant. They try to get directions and find no dwarf will give them time. It appears word of their arrival and means of arrival has spread quickly. It is clear they are not welcomed here. A few dwarves are nice enough to give hints of direction. Answers like “North, His house you idiot” and one makes the mistake of spitting on the ground. He flees before the mul catches him. Then a moment of fear- a short humanoid is spotted watching them with amazement. Halfling? They think in a panic. No… it is a human child. “Child- can you tell us how to find the Scholar Data Place’s home?” “Perhaps” says the child stepping out of the deeper shadows of an alley. Taking the hint, she pulls out a ceramic bit from her money pouch and offers it to the child. With a sound of glee and happiness, the child hurries off calling for you to follow…. And keep up. They do… barely. The child takes several more narrow alleys and criss-crosses the settlement then reaches a small well made building. “He lives here.” And rushes in barging through the unlocked door. The three of them look to each other….. they suspect a trap or some sort of treachery so they hold off. “We know where he lives. Lets return in the morning. 190 KA- DESERT FURY 28TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH Sleeping in the sand and silt behind a carpenter’s building they awake and skip breakfast and return to the building the child led them too. They knock and the door is answered by a human woman. “We were expecting you. Come in.” She has you sit in a parlor room. An older human male comes it. “What is it?” he half demands. Delphia spots the child watching from the entrance of another room. Place’s child. “We have a message for you from Urik.” Says the elf as she pulls out the scroll. She cannot help herself. She leans over so as to provide a glance at her chest and smiles. If her seduction worked, it doesn’t show on the man whom looks very impatient. He takes the scroll from her. “Who sent you anyway?!?” “Templar Senshaw” At the sound of his name the man pauses abruptly. Softly and with dread he says “He found me.” Even as he reads the scroll the elf presses on. “We were told you HAD to answer it before we returned to Urik.” “I am quite sure of that.” Says the man as he reads the scroll. He takes it into his study. She and the half-giant follow. With an ink and quill he writes something on the scroll. Once satisfied it had dried enough, he rolls it up and reheats and stamps the wax seal. “Knowing Senshaw, you should hurry…..” the Scholar adds. As they reach the docks Delphia comes to a realization… they have no means to return. The giant is gone, the Kenku is in the south and the dwarves will not help. Quite the opposite. Unsure what to do they wait for a Silt Skimmer trade ship to come to port. The next day one happens by. Using every charm she can, she speaks to the captain whom is trying to dock and arrange unloading of cargo. They come to an agreement, for a small fee and the aid of loading and unloading here and in Balic, he will take them. Agreed. [/QUOTE]
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