Black Bard
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Of course, ajanders...ajanders said:
Now I will strive to complete a new post till' next Monday...
If I'm lucky I can even receive a comment from our writing muse Lela...
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[ENWWC] A New Story (Updated: May 5)
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Now I will strive to complete a new post till' next Monday...
If I'm lucky I can even receive a comment from our writing muse Lela...
ajanders
Explorer
Pelorian Bump!
Just a bump and some running setting notes (so as not to make this an empty bump)
The Pelorian Inquisition is almost a contradiction in terms: he is the least dogmatic of the good gods, caring more that good is done than for the means by which it is done. He is served equally by Law and Chaos alike.
The Pelorian Inquisition thus serves as the investigatory arm of the Pelorian church militant, a task somewhat hindered by the fact they generally have no (or minimal) secular authority.
Fortunately, the Pelorian Inquisition focuses on things so gruesomely evil secular authority generally raises no commentary. It is, after all, considered bad form to prosecute the paladin who just slew the vampire cabal who was slowly devouring the entire town.
Just a bump and some running setting notes (so as not to make this an empty bump)
The Pelorian Inquisition is almost a contradiction in terms: he is the least dogmatic of the good gods, caring more that good is done than for the means by which it is done. He is served equally by Law and Chaos alike.
The Pelorian Inquisition thus serves as the investigatory arm of the Pelorian church militant, a task somewhat hindered by the fact they generally have no (or minimal) secular authority.
Fortunately, the Pelorian Inquisition focuses on things so gruesomely evil secular authority generally raises no commentary. It is, after all, considered bad form to prosecute the paladin who just slew the vampire cabal who was slowly devouring the entire town.
Black Bard
First Post
Delay...
I'm with some problems that have been delaying my post, but I think that by the weekend I'll come up with something...
Aj, I liked your idea of another thread, especially now being the circle so tight...
I'm with some problems that have been delaying my post, but I think that by the weekend I'll come up with something...
Aj, I liked your idea of another thread, especially now being the circle so tight...
Black Bard
First Post
New post
Here we go....with some delay....
***************
It was already night when Ellon finally opened his eyes. Rain was falling outside the building, as if the Gods were trying to wash the land of the malison that blighted it now. As Ellon eyed the ceiling’s intricate patterns, a stern looking bearded man leaned over him, shooting a inquisitive gaze, as if he were trying to scan his very soul.
At this moment Ellon recognized the old man as the leader of the Pelorian Inquisition, and that fact alone brought painful recent memories to his mind, and tears descended his face like the rain outside. He remembered the fateful moment that he entered the House of MorningGlory and fell across a grotesque scene. Laughter, as well as the smell of brimstone and burnt flesh, filled the room. Standing there was Sister Mirine, smoke rising from her hands, as well as from the dozen corpses that once were the temple’s clerics. Her icy eyes turned to meet him, but Mirine showed no other reaction.
By her side, the laughing figure stood. It was tall, yet spotting a distinct hunching back, and had his body all clad in a cloak black as the night. Even more distinct than his hump was the sinister gaze that he shot at Ellon, and with a slow gesture of his hand, a sickly green ray erupted from his pointed finger. The eldritch ray stroke Ellon in his chest, instantly draining his strength, making even his leather coat a overwhelming burden, and unable to stand his feet, he fell limply to the ground.
The dark figure simply walked through the lying form of Ellon, and with a simple gesture ordered Mirine to follow him. As she walked Ellon didn’t strayed his eyes from her, trying to catch a glimpse of the good hearted that so much captivated him earlier that day. But all he saw was the stony, fixed stare present in her beautiful face, oblivious to all the pain and suffering present in the room. Finally, as the result of smoke inhaling or an effect of the dread spell, Ellon’s eyes began to feel heavy, and when he simply could not hold on any longer Mirine looked down at him, her cold eyes now offering a pledging gaze, silently shouting for help. And then, he fainted.
***********
Squire Merres quickly halted his work as he saw Father Hearn descending the stairs. Being the clerics’ remains already gathered and blessed in preparation for the morning funeral ceremony, Merres and the Bringer of Dawn’s crew were trying to clean up the soot , ash and blood staining the sacred temple floor. It was really a miracle that the boy had survived the fire, a fact imparted to Pelor’s will by Father Hearn.
Hearn approached Merres, and before adressing the young man, scanned the room in order to see if the work was being well done. After nodding to himself, Hearn spoke in a low voice. “The boy could do much beside mumbling, Squire Merres, but I’m pretty sure that the devilish Koreas was here. I could sense it by the sheer terror present in the boy’s eyes.”
With that, Hearn motioned his head towards the temple entrance, and Merres followed him this way. As the Holy Father watched the rain, the young lad noted his concentrated look, fixed on a distant point. Suddenly, Hearn emerged from his momentary trance, adressing the squire. “Sir Kenton is still pretty weak, and besides that, never had the the steely will nedded to hunt warlocks.”
With his gaze still locked he proceeded. “Only Sir Erion has any experience in dealing with those magus, Merres. You must find Sir Erion and communicate him of his mission, and all the information we gathered so far. Is he still onboard?”
“No, he is...” Merres paused for a while, obviously embarassed. “He’s probably interacting with the ladies in town...”
“ Interacting?” Hearn looked at Merres, a discontent expression in his face. “Oh, mighty Pelor, I don’t know why you keep this unfortunate soul as a Holy Paladin of Dawn... But what I could know then, Merres?” he inquired. ”I’m still just a humble servant of the Sun Lord...”
****************
The Goat’s Rest wasn’t spotting much movement this night, of course that was a direct consequence of the fiery tragedy that befallen the town. But still, some poor souls whose felt that their lives were even worse than this puny event had gathered in the tavern, seeking forgetfulness, a comforting sensation brought by the numbing of conscience. Tonight, as any other night, the harbinger of relief would be alcohol for some, yet some sought it in the artificial company of the ladies of the evening.
Among those brightless souls was someone of note. A foreigner that only recently arrived, that despite some age, beared a imposing figure, a presence that instilled awe in the hearts of any who looked at him. This glorious man was Sir Erion, a Holy Paladin of Dawn, a warrior well-known for his battle prowess and courage, as well as for the righteous conduct he always carried on in his victories. The great majority of his success derived from the relentless hunt that was his life, more especifically, a Witch-Hunt.
But Erion’s confidence was shattered by some events of late. Even being these happenings five years old, the memories always surface fresh and lively as if it had just occurred. The screams, the tears, the blood in the Fields of Azanir haunted every moment of his life, but, it was the dire consequence of his actions that burned his heart. At that night, in the Fields of Azanir, he fell of grace with Pelor, his warming presence gone from his being, leaving only a deep void in place. Guilty.
Yet, he could not tell anyone of his fault, not because of his pride, because he never gave it much worth, but because of the feelings of someone that meant everything to him. His little son, Beorn, was a delicate child, born with a defective leg that made walking a almost impossible task. Erion and his wife, Ariela, had always tried to pass only good things to the child, raising an ambient where Beorn could grow in his parent’s love, becoming a happy person despite his deficiency. Nothing could make the boy more happier than hear his father’s exploits, and with time he became extremely proud of his father, the Paladin, and his deeds. Erion simply couldn’t disappoint his son, and never told anyone of his dreadful state, nor had the courage to return home and face his son, accepting mission after mission from the church, hoping one day to regain his lost status.
So far, Erion’s will only deteriorated, and he passed all his time feasting with women and drinking, trying to forget the pain and the sadness. Inebriated by alcohol, excited by the women, Erion experienced the wildest dreams. Dreams where he always ended full of glory, finally reddeming. But, inexorably, morning comes, destroying his illusions, shattering his dreams, as Pelor reminds him of his faults.
Erion was already drooping over a tankard of ale when Squire Merres entered the tavern. The two young girls that were in his company displayed great smiles, as they won a purse of gold only for accompanying a distinct knight in a descent on a intoxicated sleep. The two beautiful sirens sprang quickly from the bench, laughing as Merres approached their table. The squire requested Cohr’s assistance, and together they managed to carry the paladin up to a room. And there, this time with a splash of cold water, Erion was abruptly taken off from dreams of glorious deeds, only to land in the desert of hope that is reality.
Here we go....with some delay....
***************
It was already night when Ellon finally opened his eyes. Rain was falling outside the building, as if the Gods were trying to wash the land of the malison that blighted it now. As Ellon eyed the ceiling’s intricate patterns, a stern looking bearded man leaned over him, shooting a inquisitive gaze, as if he were trying to scan his very soul.
At this moment Ellon recognized the old man as the leader of the Pelorian Inquisition, and that fact alone brought painful recent memories to his mind, and tears descended his face like the rain outside. He remembered the fateful moment that he entered the House of MorningGlory and fell across a grotesque scene. Laughter, as well as the smell of brimstone and burnt flesh, filled the room. Standing there was Sister Mirine, smoke rising from her hands, as well as from the dozen corpses that once were the temple’s clerics. Her icy eyes turned to meet him, but Mirine showed no other reaction.
By her side, the laughing figure stood. It was tall, yet spotting a distinct hunching back, and had his body all clad in a cloak black as the night. Even more distinct than his hump was the sinister gaze that he shot at Ellon, and with a slow gesture of his hand, a sickly green ray erupted from his pointed finger. The eldritch ray stroke Ellon in his chest, instantly draining his strength, making even his leather coat a overwhelming burden, and unable to stand his feet, he fell limply to the ground.
The dark figure simply walked through the lying form of Ellon, and with a simple gesture ordered Mirine to follow him. As she walked Ellon didn’t strayed his eyes from her, trying to catch a glimpse of the good hearted that so much captivated him earlier that day. But all he saw was the stony, fixed stare present in her beautiful face, oblivious to all the pain and suffering present in the room. Finally, as the result of smoke inhaling or an effect of the dread spell, Ellon’s eyes began to feel heavy, and when he simply could not hold on any longer Mirine looked down at him, her cold eyes now offering a pledging gaze, silently shouting for help. And then, he fainted.
***********
Squire Merres quickly halted his work as he saw Father Hearn descending the stairs. Being the clerics’ remains already gathered and blessed in preparation for the morning funeral ceremony, Merres and the Bringer of Dawn’s crew were trying to clean up the soot , ash and blood staining the sacred temple floor. It was really a miracle that the boy had survived the fire, a fact imparted to Pelor’s will by Father Hearn.
Hearn approached Merres, and before adressing the young man, scanned the room in order to see if the work was being well done. After nodding to himself, Hearn spoke in a low voice. “The boy could do much beside mumbling, Squire Merres, but I’m pretty sure that the devilish Koreas was here. I could sense it by the sheer terror present in the boy’s eyes.”
With that, Hearn motioned his head towards the temple entrance, and Merres followed him this way. As the Holy Father watched the rain, the young lad noted his concentrated look, fixed on a distant point. Suddenly, Hearn emerged from his momentary trance, adressing the squire. “Sir Kenton is still pretty weak, and besides that, never had the the steely will nedded to hunt warlocks.”
With his gaze still locked he proceeded. “Only Sir Erion has any experience in dealing with those magus, Merres. You must find Sir Erion and communicate him of his mission, and all the information we gathered so far. Is he still onboard?”
“No, he is...” Merres paused for a while, obviously embarassed. “He’s probably interacting with the ladies in town...”
“ Interacting?” Hearn looked at Merres, a discontent expression in his face. “Oh, mighty Pelor, I don’t know why you keep this unfortunate soul as a Holy Paladin of Dawn... But what I could know then, Merres?” he inquired. ”I’m still just a humble servant of the Sun Lord...”
****************
The Goat’s Rest wasn’t spotting much movement this night, of course that was a direct consequence of the fiery tragedy that befallen the town. But still, some poor souls whose felt that their lives were even worse than this puny event had gathered in the tavern, seeking forgetfulness, a comforting sensation brought by the numbing of conscience. Tonight, as any other night, the harbinger of relief would be alcohol for some, yet some sought it in the artificial company of the ladies of the evening.
Among those brightless souls was someone of note. A foreigner that only recently arrived, that despite some age, beared a imposing figure, a presence that instilled awe in the hearts of any who looked at him. This glorious man was Sir Erion, a Holy Paladin of Dawn, a warrior well-known for his battle prowess and courage, as well as for the righteous conduct he always carried on in his victories. The great majority of his success derived from the relentless hunt that was his life, more especifically, a Witch-Hunt.
But Erion’s confidence was shattered by some events of late. Even being these happenings five years old, the memories always surface fresh and lively as if it had just occurred. The screams, the tears, the blood in the Fields of Azanir haunted every moment of his life, but, it was the dire consequence of his actions that burned his heart. At that night, in the Fields of Azanir, he fell of grace with Pelor, his warming presence gone from his being, leaving only a deep void in place. Guilty.
Yet, he could not tell anyone of his fault, not because of his pride, because he never gave it much worth, but because of the feelings of someone that meant everything to him. His little son, Beorn, was a delicate child, born with a defective leg that made walking a almost impossible task. Erion and his wife, Ariela, had always tried to pass only good things to the child, raising an ambient where Beorn could grow in his parent’s love, becoming a happy person despite his deficiency. Nothing could make the boy more happier than hear his father’s exploits, and with time he became extremely proud of his father, the Paladin, and his deeds. Erion simply couldn’t disappoint his son, and never told anyone of his dreadful state, nor had the courage to return home and face his son, accepting mission after mission from the church, hoping one day to regain his lost status.
So far, Erion’s will only deteriorated, and he passed all his time feasting with women and drinking, trying to forget the pain and the sadness. Inebriated by alcohol, excited by the women, Erion experienced the wildest dreams. Dreams where he always ended full of glory, finally reddeming. But, inexorably, morning comes, destroying his illusions, shattering his dreams, as Pelor reminds him of his faults.
Erion was already drooping over a tankard of ale when Squire Merres entered the tavern. The two young girls that were in his company displayed great smiles, as they won a purse of gold only for accompanying a distinct knight in a descent on a intoxicated sleep. The two beautiful sirens sprang quickly from the bench, laughing as Merres approached their table. The squire requested Cohr’s assistance, and together they managed to carry the paladin up to a room. And there, this time with a splash of cold water, Erion was abruptly taken off from dreams of glorious deeds, only to land in the desert of hope that is reality.
ajanders
Explorer
Interesting
Note to self...be very wary in your games.
I was just going to give Mirrine a nasty charred death. BlackBard, you're apparently thinking of something infinitely worse.
I'll have to chew on this a bit...but it's only going to get worse for a while, I'm afraid.
My update will not be before Friday, I'm pretty sure.
aja
Note to self...be very wary in your games.
I was just going to give Mirrine a nasty charred death. BlackBard, you're apparently thinking of something infinitely worse.
I'll have to chew on this a bit...but it's only going to get worse for a while, I'm afraid.
My update will not be before Friday, I'm pretty sure.
aja
Black Bard
First Post
Thanks, aj...
I'm glad that we are teaming up in such a good fashion, with surprises on both sides...
The only thing we simply can't agree upon is our lady sorceror name: "Mirine" or "Mirrine"??
I'm glad that we are teaming up in such a good fashion, with surprises on both sides...
The only thing we simply can't agree upon is our lady sorceror name: "Mirine" or "Mirrine"??
Lela
First Post
I should start writing down a list of characters I want to play. That Fallen Paladin who no one knows about idea is a good one and I can see myself keeping that secret at the table. Nicely done.
The only problem I see with this method is that I seem to get lost easily. I doubt that's your fault, I often can't remember what was going on in the book I last read 24 hours before but is there any chance of some type of outline?
The only problem I see with this method is that I seem to get lost easily. I doubt that's your fault, I often can't remember what was going on in the book I last read 24 hours before but is there any chance of some type of outline?
Black Bard
First Post
Thanks, Lela... I'm glad that our sole reader (besides me and ajanders...Lela said:
) is enjoying the story... I never enjoyed playing the typical "shining - armored - paladin"... I always tried to spice it in some way...The most memorable paladin I've played was the self-styled "Paladin of Love and Justice"... in fact a cleric of good, roaming Ravenloft with flair... Unfortunately, his life was short....
When I'm not writing I'm as much a reader as you, so I can tell it can be very confusing indeed... As I see it:Lela said:
Post one - Enkhidu He depicted the Goat's Rest tavern in order to provide a point from where the stories shoud sprout...
Post two - GWolf Introduced Rusty and narrated his fight, when he shot Sir Kenton, fleeing after that...
Post three - ajanders Described the Pelorian Inquisition, the healing of Kenton by Father Hearn at the same morning, and the glorious official arrival of the Church entourage, with Sister Mirine staying at the town's temple...
Post four - Black Bard Still the same day. Ellon goes at the temple by noon, and talks to Mirine. At sunset, she is visited by Koreas, as Ellon leaves the Goat's Rest.
Post five - ajanders I understand this post as being out of this timeline, as Rusty's encounter with Koreas occurs between the official arrival of the Pelorian Inquisition in town (as Rusty noted the black flag) and the meeting of Koreas with Mirine in the temple. It happens in the same day, between noon and sunset.
Post six - Black Bard Describes the consequences of Mirine's encounter with Koreas, the killing of the priests and the attack suffered by Ellon as he arrived at the temple. Besides that, Erion, the Paladin, is presented. This post encompasses facts occurred at night, on this same day( except Ellon's memories of the facts passed at sunset).
I hope it can shed some light in your understanding...That's the way I see it, I hope(!!) ajanders see it the same way....
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