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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 326624" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><span style="color: DarkOrange"><strong>BACK TO THE NORTH</strong></span></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Somewhere on the eastern coast of Harqual, at dawn:</strong></em></p><p>Bactra awoke from unconsciousness with a splitting headache. It felt like he had had everything to drink in the cellar of the Middle Well Inn in a single night. He wasn't enjoying the sunrise at all, covering his eyes.</p><p></p><p>"Ow," Mesik laid several feet away from me. "What hit me?"</p><p></p><p>He sat up and there in front of the hairfoot halfling was the spear sticking in the ground point first.</p><p></p><p>"Oh ya," Mesik rubbed his head. "Now I remember. For a second I thought I was dead."</p><p></p><p>"No," Dabuk was sitting cross-legged staring intently at the spear. "You haven't gone to meet Lord Hades yet." Obviously Dabuk had been awake for some time now. Bactra wondered if he had even tried to wake them. He probably had enjoyed the silence.</p><p></p><p>"I realized that when I discovered I hurt all over." Mesik tried to sit up without success.</p><p></p><p>Bactra sat up his head spinning. Everyone was there. And everyone else was still exhausted from the night before. Somewhere he could hear Dvalin snoring.</p><p></p><p>"Damn," Bactra squinted at his cousin through the light of dawn. "Can you go roll him over."</p><p></p><p>"I have a better idea." Dabuk grinned.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk reached behind his back picking up the cooking pot Mesik always carried strapped to his backpack. Then he picked up the large cooking spoon the elven wizard hadn't noticed laying next to him.</p><p></p><p>"You wouldn't dare!" Mesik tried to get to his feet but slumped over laughing. "Ok, but let me cover my ears first."</p><p></p><p>Bactra covered his ears, burying his head in his cloak, just as Dabuk started banging the spoon on the metal pot over and over again. The noise could have woken the dead.</p><p></p><p>Everyone was soon awake.</p><p></p><p>"You bastard," Dvalin was trying to crawl across the sand. "I'm going to kill you!"</p><p></p><p>Dabuk kept banging the pot, laughing.</p><p></p><p>Everyone was pissed off to say the least. Rikin and Jeddar tackled Dabuk who continued laughing his head off. Dvalin had to pull them off his friend so they didn't kill him. Then he proceeded to whack Dabuk on the head with the spoon several times.</p><p></p><p>"Is he always like this?" Thessa looked ragged.</p><p></p><p>"Yes." Bactra slumped back down onto the ground closing his eyes.</p><p></p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p></p><p>Several hours passed. Everyone lied there, not willing to look at it. It was on all their minds but no one was willing to start the conversation.</p><p></p><p>"So what do we do with it?" Jeddar was the least likely to start this conversation but he had and there wasn't any turning back now.</p><p></p><p>"Throw in the sea. Good riddance I say." Dvalin was using the pot as a pillow.</p><p></p><p>"I don't think that's a good idea. Who knows what evil enchantments it has, it could turn the waters foul. Better to just bury it in the desert somewhere and hope no one finds it."</p><p></p><p>"Sure, that's a much better idea. Until some jealous desert elf uncovers it and uses it to overthrow the Lord Protector." Mesik had his back to the spear sitting near the shore. He was throwing pebbles into the sea.</p><p></p><p>"We could take to the Lord Protector. He'd know what to do with it." Bactra just didn't want it to be buried somewhere. It was a relic, even if it was unholy.</p><p></p><p>"That would take way too much time." Dabuk stood up walking over to where the spear was stuck in the sand. "We have to take it with us."</p><p></p><p>Rikin was on his feet quicker than my weary eyes could follow, blocking Dabuk's advance towards the weapon. "You are crazy! No one will touch that thing! It is a unholy relic of-"</p><p></p><p>"Don't say his name!" Mesik was shaking in fear, his back still to everyone. "The last thing we need is to draw his attention to us again."</p><p></p><p>"Aye, brother. Be careful. Don't forget the curse the dead man's spirit mentioned." Dvalin spoke without moving.</p><p></p><p>"How could I forget."</p><p></p><p>None of them wanted to even think his name.</p><p></p><p>"So what do we do?" Jeddar was still lying down his eyes closed. "Salisan, Thessa, what do you two think?"</p><p></p><p>"It's obviously evil. It might even be able to possess someone. We should destroy it."</p><p></p><p>“Destroy it?” Bactra wouldn't let them do that. There was so little magic of this power left in the land. Who knows what destroying it could do to upset the Balance?</p><p></p><p>"I think that is best, friend." Salisan saw the look on my face. "But I don't think everyone agrees. Bactra?"</p><p></p><p>"I won't help destroy a relic, whether is it evil or not. The Balance would suffer and so would the world." Bactra replied</p><p></p><p>"The Balance!" Rikin was red with rage. "You're worried about the bloody Balance! This thing goes against everything life stands for! It will be destroyed, I swear it!"</p><p></p><p>Rikin unstrapped his axe holding it towards Bactra. Dabuk stepped to protect his cousin. He grinned at the angry dwarf, disturbingly.</p><p></p><p>"Stop it!" Dvalin had been watching from where he was sitting. The instant Rikin had unstrapped his axe Dvalin had gotten to his feet. He strode between the two warriors staring first at Dabuk who nodded and Rikin who remained defiant. "My friends will not threaten each other. Hold your rage Rikin and put down your axe."</p><p></p><p>"No!" Rikin looked like he felt trapped.</p><p></p><p>"You test my patience, brother." Dvalin stood as to challenge his adopted brother. "Remember who is the elder in our clan!"</p><p></p><p>Things were getting out of hand. Someone had to do something. Bactra moved with lightning speed. He picked the spear out of the sand with one hand leveling it to throw it into the sea. Better it be lost than destroyed.</p><p></p><p>"Bactra, don't!" Dabuk tried to stop me but he was too late. The elven wizard threw the spear as hard as he could.</p><p></p><p>"There. Now that's the end of it!" Bactra yelled.</p><p></p><p>Mesik stood up near the shore watching it arch high through the air. Then the strangest thing happened. The spear transformed into a bolt of red-tinged lightning streaking through the air with a loud thunderclap. It arched hitting the water. Then Bactra felt something in his hand.</p><p></p><p>He raised his hand with the spear in it. He quickly dropped it. Fear soaked through him.</p><p></p><p>"Oh man," Mesik turned looking at Bactra. "Now that thing is powerful. The water is actually on fire."</p><p></p><p>They all looked towards the sea where flames did indeed dance upon the water. Bactra felt a cold shiver run through him. It was fear, no doubt, as well as exhilaration.</p><p></p><p>"Ok," Dabuk pushed his cousin aside kicking the spear away from where they stood. "Don't do that again!"</p><p></p><p>Bactra barely felt his cousin push him aside. Everything was foggy. All the elven wizard wanted to do was hold it again. Fear. Exhilaration. Power. He had to have it!</p><p></p><p>“Bactra! Snap out of it!” Dabuk started shaking the elf. “No one else touch it!”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, no one else.” I spoke the words without realizing their meaning.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk backhanded Bactra across the face. The haziness cleared. Then he realized what had happened.</p><p></p><p>"Rillifane, protect me." Bactra whispered.</p><p></p><p>"Aye," Dvalin was staring at the spear with fear. "May he protect us all."</p><p></p><p>"I hate to say it cousin but we need to destroy it. No one should have that much power."</p><p></p><p>“I-I understand.” Bactra looked at the spear. “N-no, we can't.”</p><p></p><p>“Bactra.” Dabuk was ready to hit me again.</p><p></p><p>“No, you don't understand. It's a relic, an artifact. Nothing we can do will destroy it. Not even Salisan could damage it. Only the Elders in the Knotwood might know how to do it.”</p><p></p><p>“We can't take it with us. You felt what it did to you. No one can touch it.”</p><p></p><p>“No, that's not how the spear’s magic works. Well, not unless it is intelligent, but I don’t think it is. Unless someone actually uses it all they'll feel is some discomfort. And if we can wrap it in something thick then no one has to really touch it. Definitely, you don't want to throw it.”</p><p></p><p>"I don't know." Thessa put her hand out towards the unholy relic. "I can feel it's evil from here."</p><p></p><p>"Of course," Bactra’s head slowly cleared. "You would be hurt if you touched it. It would probably burn your skin right off. Rikin, Dvalin and Salisan as well."</p><p></p><p>"And what about the rest of you?" Rikin was eyeing me with suspicion. "Surely, it would hurt you just as much."</p><p></p><p>"Actually," Dabuk grinned. "Bactra's right. It wouldn't hurt him, Mesik or me. Just some slight discomfort."</p><p></p><p>"Don't look at me." Mesik waved his hands in front of him. "I'm not carrying it."</p><p></p><p>"I know," Dabuk looked at the spear. "And I definitely can't be trusted to carry it. I'm the most likely to succumb to its evil nature."</p><p></p><p>"Really?" Rikin's tone was filled with ice.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk turned, glaring at the dwarf. "Yes."</p><p></p><p>"So that means Bactra has to carry it." Thessa looked concerned for my welfare.</p><p></p><p>"Yes." Dabuk looked back towards the spear then towards his cousin. He looked worried. They all looked worried.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, don't worry. As long as it is wrapped tight and I don't touch it I won't be tempted. Trust me."</p><p></p><p>No one said a word.</p><p></p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p></p><p>The spear lay tightly wrapped in Dabuk's wool blanket in front of Bactra. Several cloth strips had been used to tightly secure the spear inside the blanket. Dabuk had torn them off of the bottom of his cloak, which he would now need to replace. Not that he had really cared. His cloak was old and he needed a new one anyway.</p><p></p><p>No one could have figured out what was wrapped inside the blanket. Dabuk was tying an extra leather strap, he always carried, to either end of the bundle. He lifted the strap testing the knots to make sure it would hold. It seemed to be fine.</p><p></p><p>Bactra had his cloak off so he could slip it over his back, which he did after Dabuk handed it to him. Then the elven wizard reclasped the cloak around his neck shifting it over so that it wouldn't get caught on the bundled spear. He felt the bundle against my back but nothing else. No magical charm pushed against his mind. It would be fine for now.</p><p></p><p>"Ok," Bactra noticed that everyone was waiting for him to either say something or jump out of his skin. "It's a little uncomfortable against my back but other than that I don't feel anything."</p><p></p><p>"I don't know." Rikin had calmed down. "It's quite the risk you're taking. Are you sure you're fine with this?"</p><p></p><p>"I'll live." Bactra smiled trying to assure the dwarf he was fine. "Besides, we don't have any other choice. I will take it to the Knotwood and present it to the Elders so they can determine the best way to destroy it."</p><p></p><p>Of course that was a lie.</p><p></p><p>Bactra still wouldn't let the spear be destroyed but they didn't need to know that. Magic had become more rare in the last few decades. Besides, there were those that would consider destroying a relic of any kind a crime against magic. The arcanists of Mathghamhna, in the city of Fruen, would have him found and executed if they learned he had allowed the spear to be destroyed. Angering the Arcane Order was not something Bactra would ever do.</p><p></p><p>"Fine then but I'll be watching you." Rikin was serious. Of that Bactra had no doubt. He'd have to be careful around him from now on.</p><p></p><p>No one else said a thing, as they all gathered their gear together. Both Rikin and Dvalin insisted on putting on their armor again. It wasn't as hot but it would still be uncomfortable. Bactra didn’t understand dwarves sometimes.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk's armor had dried out. It wasn't as sturdy as before, the salt water ruining the leather. He could only salvage the section for his torso. He'd have to replace it as well as his cloak.</p><p></p><p>Soon everyone was ready to go and Dabuk lead the way. Bactra couldn't wait to get back to the Knotwood and tell his sister, Teal, of his adventures in the south.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 326624, member: 2012"] [COLOR=DarkOrange][B]BACK TO THE NORTH[/B][/COLOR] [I][B]Somewhere on the eastern coast of Harqual, at dawn:[/B][/I] Bactra awoke from unconsciousness with a splitting headache. It felt like he had had everything to drink in the cellar of the Middle Well Inn in a single night. He wasn't enjoying the sunrise at all, covering his eyes. "Ow," Mesik laid several feet away from me. "What hit me?" He sat up and there in front of the hairfoot halfling was the spear sticking in the ground point first. "Oh ya," Mesik rubbed his head. "Now I remember. For a second I thought I was dead." "No," Dabuk was sitting cross-legged staring intently at the spear. "You haven't gone to meet Lord Hades yet." Obviously Dabuk had been awake for some time now. Bactra wondered if he had even tried to wake them. He probably had enjoyed the silence. "I realized that when I discovered I hurt all over." Mesik tried to sit up without success. Bactra sat up his head spinning. Everyone was there. And everyone else was still exhausted from the night before. Somewhere he could hear Dvalin snoring. "Damn," Bactra squinted at his cousin through the light of dawn. "Can you go roll him over." "I have a better idea." Dabuk grinned. Dabuk reached behind his back picking up the cooking pot Mesik always carried strapped to his backpack. Then he picked up the large cooking spoon the elven wizard hadn't noticed laying next to him. "You wouldn't dare!" Mesik tried to get to his feet but slumped over laughing. "Ok, but let me cover my ears first." Bactra covered his ears, burying his head in his cloak, just as Dabuk started banging the spoon on the metal pot over and over again. The noise could have woken the dead. Everyone was soon awake. "You bastard," Dvalin was trying to crawl across the sand. "I'm going to kill you!" Dabuk kept banging the pot, laughing. Everyone was pissed off to say the least. Rikin and Jeddar tackled Dabuk who continued laughing his head off. Dvalin had to pull them off his friend so they didn't kill him. Then he proceeded to whack Dabuk on the head with the spoon several times. "Is he always like this?" Thessa looked ragged. "Yes." Bactra slumped back down onto the ground closing his eyes. * * * Several hours passed. Everyone lied there, not willing to look at it. It was on all their minds but no one was willing to start the conversation. "So what do we do with it?" Jeddar was the least likely to start this conversation but he had and there wasn't any turning back now. "Throw in the sea. Good riddance I say." Dvalin was using the pot as a pillow. "I don't think that's a good idea. Who knows what evil enchantments it has, it could turn the waters foul. Better to just bury it in the desert somewhere and hope no one finds it." "Sure, that's a much better idea. Until some jealous desert elf uncovers it and uses it to overthrow the Lord Protector." Mesik had his back to the spear sitting near the shore. He was throwing pebbles into the sea. "We could take to the Lord Protector. He'd know what to do with it." Bactra just didn't want it to be buried somewhere. It was a relic, even if it was unholy. "That would take way too much time." Dabuk stood up walking over to where the spear was stuck in the sand. "We have to take it with us." Rikin was on his feet quicker than my weary eyes could follow, blocking Dabuk's advance towards the weapon. "You are crazy! No one will touch that thing! It is a unholy relic of-" "Don't say his name!" Mesik was shaking in fear, his back still to everyone. "The last thing we need is to draw his attention to us again." "Aye, brother. Be careful. Don't forget the curse the dead man's spirit mentioned." Dvalin spoke without moving. "How could I forget." None of them wanted to even think his name. "So what do we do?" Jeddar was still lying down his eyes closed. "Salisan, Thessa, what do you two think?" "It's obviously evil. It might even be able to possess someone. We should destroy it." “Destroy it?” Bactra wouldn't let them do that. There was so little magic of this power left in the land. Who knows what destroying it could do to upset the Balance? "I think that is best, friend." Salisan saw the look on my face. "But I don't think everyone agrees. Bactra?" "I won't help destroy a relic, whether is it evil or not. The Balance would suffer and so would the world." Bactra replied "The Balance!" Rikin was red with rage. "You're worried about the bloody Balance! This thing goes against everything life stands for! It will be destroyed, I swear it!" Rikin unstrapped his axe holding it towards Bactra. Dabuk stepped to protect his cousin. He grinned at the angry dwarf, disturbingly. "Stop it!" Dvalin had been watching from where he was sitting. The instant Rikin had unstrapped his axe Dvalin had gotten to his feet. He strode between the two warriors staring first at Dabuk who nodded and Rikin who remained defiant. "My friends will not threaten each other. Hold your rage Rikin and put down your axe." "No!" Rikin looked like he felt trapped. "You test my patience, brother." Dvalin stood as to challenge his adopted brother. "Remember who is the elder in our clan!" Things were getting out of hand. Someone had to do something. Bactra moved with lightning speed. He picked the spear out of the sand with one hand leveling it to throw it into the sea. Better it be lost than destroyed. "Bactra, don't!" Dabuk tried to stop me but he was too late. The elven wizard threw the spear as hard as he could. "There. Now that's the end of it!" Bactra yelled. Mesik stood up near the shore watching it arch high through the air. Then the strangest thing happened. The spear transformed into a bolt of red-tinged lightning streaking through the air with a loud thunderclap. It arched hitting the water. Then Bactra felt something in his hand. He raised his hand with the spear in it. He quickly dropped it. Fear soaked through him. "Oh man," Mesik turned looking at Bactra. "Now that thing is powerful. The water is actually on fire." They all looked towards the sea where flames did indeed dance upon the water. Bactra felt a cold shiver run through him. It was fear, no doubt, as well as exhilaration. "Ok," Dabuk pushed his cousin aside kicking the spear away from where they stood. "Don't do that again!" Bactra barely felt his cousin push him aside. Everything was foggy. All the elven wizard wanted to do was hold it again. Fear. Exhilaration. Power. He had to have it! “Bactra! Snap out of it!” Dabuk started shaking the elf. “No one else touch it!” “Yes, no one else.” I spoke the words without realizing their meaning. Dabuk backhanded Bactra across the face. The haziness cleared. Then he realized what had happened. "Rillifane, protect me." Bactra whispered. "Aye," Dvalin was staring at the spear with fear. "May he protect us all." "I hate to say it cousin but we need to destroy it. No one should have that much power." “I-I understand.” Bactra looked at the spear. “N-no, we can't.” “Bactra.” Dabuk was ready to hit me again. “No, you don't understand. It's a relic, an artifact. Nothing we can do will destroy it. Not even Salisan could damage it. Only the Elders in the Knotwood might know how to do it.” “We can't take it with us. You felt what it did to you. No one can touch it.” “No, that's not how the spear’s magic works. Well, not unless it is intelligent, but I don’t think it is. Unless someone actually uses it all they'll feel is some discomfort. And if we can wrap it in something thick then no one has to really touch it. Definitely, you don't want to throw it.” "I don't know." Thessa put her hand out towards the unholy relic. "I can feel it's evil from here." "Of course," Bactra’s head slowly cleared. "You would be hurt if you touched it. It would probably burn your skin right off. Rikin, Dvalin and Salisan as well." "And what about the rest of you?" Rikin was eyeing me with suspicion. "Surely, it would hurt you just as much." "Actually," Dabuk grinned. "Bactra's right. It wouldn't hurt him, Mesik or me. Just some slight discomfort." "Don't look at me." Mesik waved his hands in front of him. "I'm not carrying it." "I know," Dabuk looked at the spear. "And I definitely can't be trusted to carry it. I'm the most likely to succumb to its evil nature." "Really?" Rikin's tone was filled with ice. Dabuk turned, glaring at the dwarf. "Yes." "So that means Bactra has to carry it." Thessa looked concerned for my welfare. "Yes." Dabuk looked back towards the spear then towards his cousin. He looked worried. They all looked worried. "Hey, don't worry. As long as it is wrapped tight and I don't touch it I won't be tempted. Trust me." No one said a word. * * * The spear lay tightly wrapped in Dabuk's wool blanket in front of Bactra. Several cloth strips had been used to tightly secure the spear inside the blanket. Dabuk had torn them off of the bottom of his cloak, which he would now need to replace. Not that he had really cared. His cloak was old and he needed a new one anyway. No one could have figured out what was wrapped inside the blanket. Dabuk was tying an extra leather strap, he always carried, to either end of the bundle. He lifted the strap testing the knots to make sure it would hold. It seemed to be fine. Bactra had his cloak off so he could slip it over his back, which he did after Dabuk handed it to him. Then the elven wizard reclasped the cloak around his neck shifting it over so that it wouldn't get caught on the bundled spear. He felt the bundle against my back but nothing else. No magical charm pushed against his mind. It would be fine for now. "Ok," Bactra noticed that everyone was waiting for him to either say something or jump out of his skin. "It's a little uncomfortable against my back but other than that I don't feel anything." "I don't know." Rikin had calmed down. "It's quite the risk you're taking. Are you sure you're fine with this?" "I'll live." Bactra smiled trying to assure the dwarf he was fine. "Besides, we don't have any other choice. I will take it to the Knotwood and present it to the Elders so they can determine the best way to destroy it." Of course that was a lie. Bactra still wouldn't let the spear be destroyed but they didn't need to know that. Magic had become more rare in the last few decades. Besides, there were those that would consider destroying a relic of any kind a crime against magic. The arcanists of Mathghamhna, in the city of Fruen, would have him found and executed if they learned he had allowed the spear to be destroyed. Angering the Arcane Order was not something Bactra would ever do. "Fine then but I'll be watching you." Rikin was serious. Of that Bactra had no doubt. He'd have to be careful around him from now on. No one else said a thing, as they all gathered their gear together. Both Rikin and Dvalin insisted on putting on their armor again. It wasn't as hot but it would still be uncomfortable. Bactra didn’t understand dwarves sometimes. Dabuk's armor had dried out. It wasn't as sturdy as before, the salt water ruining the leather. He could only salvage the section for his torso. He'd have to replace it as well as his cloak. Soon everyone was ready to go and Dabuk lead the way. Bactra couldn't wait to get back to the Knotwood and tell his sister, Teal, of his adventures in the south. * * * [/QUOTE]
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