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[IC] THE CURSE OF AMBERSTAR
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<blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7170391" data-attributes="member: 6855545"><p>KETHRA/ICOSA/AANZU</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>” ’Aaaaaay…” – the third servant drops a few boxes after Kethra’s observation. “You’re the City Watch dearie, aren’t you!? People sing high praise to you!” – he spits on the floor, a reckless, rude attitude in his voice, making evident his words are mocking ones.</p><p></p><p>“Tired of smashing innocent faces within the walls, are we? Or just out to visit your Teraphim pals?” – he measures her disdainfully. He takes a heavy box and shoves it towards Kethra’s arms, taking an over-the-shoulder look towards Harfik. “Go on, put yourself to good use. Or you guards are only good for winning medals and shaking down the poor?” – the others seem to be engaged in their own tasks, unable to hold the third one’s impulsive tongue.</p><p></p><p> “What ‘bout you, armor-man? Gear down and help up! ‘Sooner we get this done, ‘sooner you’ll leave!” – he turns to Icosa, the same disdain upon his lips. “No princes or captains here…” – he turns to Aanzu – “…so get to working, hero or not! Your food comes from here, after all!” – he gets over his tantrum, and now looks Kethra in the eye, waiting to see if she’ll take the box from his hands.</p><p></p><p>AANZU </p><p></p><p>Aanzu’s thoughts go back to the worldly districts of Wallis. Although rare, his countrymen’ presence has been made noticeable… And widely disliked. In here, the proud desert dwellers of dragon descent have made a reputation for themselves as merchants and bankers, incurring in the wrath of many of the locals. Still, as small as dragonborn footing is in this land, it is of undeniable influence.</p><p></p><p>Therefore, a disrespectful attitude towards Aanzu wouldn’t be entirely surreal or unexpected. The guides manners become less and less a concern to the prince as he glances around, seeing the woodland overgrowth between and above the high stone pillars around, a deviously inviting scenario, if the dark rumors are to be believed.</p><p></p><p>As he glides his attention through the tall trees, his hunting instincts focus on a single, vague figure leaping behind the tree trunks, thrown in the shades. Eventually, the creature stops, watching the group from behind a few bushes. Concealed like this, she’s hidden from everyone’s eyes but Aanzu’s. A young female face, pale as the sands of Sethmandu, beckons to the prince and the prince alone, her mouth speaking the moniker “Oathbraker” in a slow pace, as if to allow the dragonborn to understand it. Soon enough, a frail, white and delicate hand emerges, signaling for him to come closer through the path, while another, risen to her lips, calls for secrecy. </p><p></p><p>ICOSA</p><p></p><p>The warforged’s initial impression that it might be met with oddness is soon left behind. As Icosa trails the road amidst the others, it becomes clear that most people will only see an armor-clad soldier. Such suspicions are confirmed as the third guide demands that Icosa strips to help, clearly thinking the creature’s body to be a clumsy plate mail, or something just as uncomfortable.</p><p></p><p>Shortly after the third guide’s burst of ‘orders’, though, Icosa realizes something that had gone unnoticed up to this time: a distinct feeling, something the entity had never actively experienced before. It came around as the party first climbed the mountain. It was almost as the sound of the wind through crevices. It got stronger, then weaker, and then it intensified again. By then Icosa had judged the sounds as characteristic of the mountainous winds, and nothing else. But now… As Icosa approached the stone wall in front of the plateau, those gusts of wind became louder, and all of a sudden turned into something similar to the clashing, competing sounds of winds and whispers. The chaotic, strenuous wave became so strong, in fact, that Icosa almost could hear a female voice, strong and inflexible, amidst the polluting sound waves, a voice almost as direct and monotonic as his own… </p><p></p><p>LYLLIE</p><p></p><p>Sun rays would easily fall over these mountains, as well as over Wallis. Glimmerdale, though, is doomed to eternal darkness. Lyllie sees a familiar trail forming in the skies. After the disaster that befell her land, strange storms became more and more common, calcinating any living being that dared travel through the forsaken lands of Glimmerdale once more. Another storm was gathering, clear lightning falling from the skies as a warning of the clouds that rolled, black and cruel, up above.</p><p></p><p>As Lyllie twists her fingers, she recalls how many times she heard infants asking why such storms would hit so many scorched lands, but never the heart of cruelty, back at Wallis. Among many explanations – most of them, bedtime stories to keep children’s hopes up – one was of particular interest to the gnome. </p><p></p><p>It is said that, a few years after the Fall of the Star, a great sage appeared. It is said that she visited the sacred halls of the Teraphim and betted her soul in a game of life and death. She emerged victorious, and as a prize they gave her the gift to control such storms, sending them away and calling them forth at will. No one knows it there’s any truth to the legend, but as the arcane residues rolled through her fingers, it seemed, for a second, that the clouds answered her gestures, mimicking them in the distance…</p><p></p><p>Lyllie glances dawn once more, only to contemplate the path they just came from. A few minutes behind, just below her feet, she sees an ox cart coming up, carrying a pair of dwarves and escorted by four others. Clearly, they’ve been followed, either by allies or by opportunists. Suddenly, Lyllie feels as if she’s been watched this whole time...</p><p></p><p> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=4936" target="_blank">Shayuri</a></u></strong></em> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=23298" target="_blank">industrygothica</a></u></strong></em> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6855102" target="_blank">Greenmtn</a></u></strong></em> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=8858" target="_blank">hafrogman</a></u></strong></em> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=5044" target="_blank">Charwoman Gene</a></u></strong></em> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6776182" target="_blank">JustinCase</a></u></strong></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Archon Basileus, post: 7170391, member: 6855545"] KETHRA/ICOSA/AANZU ” ’Aaaaaay…” – the third servant drops a few boxes after Kethra’s observation. “You’re the City Watch dearie, aren’t you!? People sing high praise to you!” – he spits on the floor, a reckless, rude attitude in his voice, making evident his words are mocking ones. “Tired of smashing innocent faces within the walls, are we? Or just out to visit your Teraphim pals?” – he measures her disdainfully. He takes a heavy box and shoves it towards Kethra’s arms, taking an over-the-shoulder look towards Harfik. “Go on, put yourself to good use. Or you guards are only good for winning medals and shaking down the poor?” – the others seem to be engaged in their own tasks, unable to hold the third one’s impulsive tongue. “What ‘bout you, armor-man? Gear down and help up! ‘Sooner we get this done, ‘sooner you’ll leave!” – he turns to Icosa, the same disdain upon his lips. “No princes or captains here…” – he turns to Aanzu – “…so get to working, hero or not! Your food comes from here, after all!” – he gets over his tantrum, and now looks Kethra in the eye, waiting to see if she’ll take the box from his hands. AANZU Aanzu’s thoughts go back to the worldly districts of Wallis. Although rare, his countrymen’ presence has been made noticeable… And widely disliked. In here, the proud desert dwellers of dragon descent have made a reputation for themselves as merchants and bankers, incurring in the wrath of many of the locals. Still, as small as dragonborn footing is in this land, it is of undeniable influence. Therefore, a disrespectful attitude towards Aanzu wouldn’t be entirely surreal or unexpected. The guides manners become less and less a concern to the prince as he glances around, seeing the woodland overgrowth between and above the high stone pillars around, a deviously inviting scenario, if the dark rumors are to be believed. As he glides his attention through the tall trees, his hunting instincts focus on a single, vague figure leaping behind the tree trunks, thrown in the shades. Eventually, the creature stops, watching the group from behind a few bushes. Concealed like this, she’s hidden from everyone’s eyes but Aanzu’s. A young female face, pale as the sands of Sethmandu, beckons to the prince and the prince alone, her mouth speaking the moniker “Oathbraker” in a slow pace, as if to allow the dragonborn to understand it. Soon enough, a frail, white and delicate hand emerges, signaling for him to come closer through the path, while another, risen to her lips, calls for secrecy. ICOSA The warforged’s initial impression that it might be met with oddness is soon left behind. As Icosa trails the road amidst the others, it becomes clear that most people will only see an armor-clad soldier. Such suspicions are confirmed as the third guide demands that Icosa strips to help, clearly thinking the creature’s body to be a clumsy plate mail, or something just as uncomfortable. Shortly after the third guide’s burst of ‘orders’, though, Icosa realizes something that had gone unnoticed up to this time: a distinct feeling, something the entity had never actively experienced before. It came around as the party first climbed the mountain. It was almost as the sound of the wind through crevices. It got stronger, then weaker, and then it intensified again. By then Icosa had judged the sounds as characteristic of the mountainous winds, and nothing else. But now… As Icosa approached the stone wall in front of the plateau, those gusts of wind became louder, and all of a sudden turned into something similar to the clashing, competing sounds of winds and whispers. The chaotic, strenuous wave became so strong, in fact, that Icosa almost could hear a female voice, strong and inflexible, amidst the polluting sound waves, a voice almost as direct and monotonic as his own… LYLLIE Sun rays would easily fall over these mountains, as well as over Wallis. Glimmerdale, though, is doomed to eternal darkness. Lyllie sees a familiar trail forming in the skies. After the disaster that befell her land, strange storms became more and more common, calcinating any living being that dared travel through the forsaken lands of Glimmerdale once more. Another storm was gathering, clear lightning falling from the skies as a warning of the clouds that rolled, black and cruel, up above. As Lyllie twists her fingers, she recalls how many times she heard infants asking why such storms would hit so many scorched lands, but never the heart of cruelty, back at Wallis. Among many explanations – most of them, bedtime stories to keep children’s hopes up – one was of particular interest to the gnome. It is said that, a few years after the Fall of the Star, a great sage appeared. It is said that she visited the sacred halls of the Teraphim and betted her soul in a game of life and death. She emerged victorious, and as a prize they gave her the gift to control such storms, sending them away and calling them forth at will. No one knows it there’s any truth to the legend, but as the arcane residues rolled through her fingers, it seemed, for a second, that the clouds answered her gestures, mimicking them in the distance… Lyllie glances dawn once more, only to contemplate the path they just came from. A few minutes behind, just below her feet, she sees an ox cart coming up, carrying a pair of dwarves and escorted by four others. Clearly, they’ve been followed, either by allies or by opportunists. Suddenly, Lyllie feels as if she’s been watched this whole time... @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=4936"]Shayuri[/URL][/U][/B][/I] @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=23298"]industrygothica[/URL][/U][/B][/I] @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6855102"]Greenmtn[/URL][/U][/B][/I] @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=8858"]hafrogman[/URL][/U][/B][/I] @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=5044"]Charwoman Gene[/URL][/U][/B][/I] @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6776182"]JustinCase[/URL][/U][/B][/I] [/QUOTE]
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