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<blockquote data-quote="Satin Knights" data-source="post: 6197861" data-attributes="member: 6666968"><p>[sblock=Breninyr's Invitation]Having returned to the City of Glass, Bren relaxes for a few days and enjoys the company of friends in the Dunn Wright Inn. It seems quite a popular place at the moment, far more so than normal. </p><p></p><p>One night, as he sleeps, he has a dark dream, not of his own making. </p><p></p><p>Sitting in the shambled ruins of the Dunn Wright Inn, Grog is serving the two wounded customers he has left. He is doing so one handed, for something has taken an eye and his right arm. Before you lies a scroll. The top portion still coiled, the visible edge show an upside down tree. The branches weave into down into the words below...<p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a">"News of the battle, the battle that has shattered the City of Glass. Goriath's forces have spread across the land far and wide. It is believed that only ash remains of Tal Hallow. One by one, the baronies are falling as the fiendish armies sweep across the land. It is rumored that the Harran and the Rorn have combined forces and are mounting a defense, but the destruction is already overwhelming."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p><p></p><p>As the grief of the situation grows heavy, the inn around you seems to swirl and change. Time seems to be flowing backwards at an ever increasing pace. Days, then weeks flow by. The background behind the words goes from a withered brown to a youthful green before the edges close in around the words. The leaf ungrows, shrinking, then the branch it was upon shrinks back into the tree as well. </p><p></p><p>In a sudden lurch, the swirls of time around him stops.<p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a">"With the paladins' failures, the Well of Sorrows that had been guarded for centuries was forced open from the other side. The slaughter of so many dignitaries was so complete, only the stones of the keep were able to tell the tale to those that investigated later."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p><p></p><p>Stuck in this votex of unwinding time, Bren can only watch as the panic of the news turns to surprise, then unknowing.</p><p></p><p>Another leaf unwithers, then ungrows,<p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a">"A surprise attack so dastardly, only a few who instantly ran, as battle broke out, made it out alive. They tell of vulture headed demons and blob soldiers falling upon the gathered crowd. The ancient defenses the keep is so well known for were the undoing of so many of the otherwise powerful victims that could not flee."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p><p></p><p>This leaf unwithers as well. Where there was once a vine-ish tree, a sapling sprout now only remains. The shadow of a miniature owl crosses over the page. Landing on the sapling, its sharp beak snaps the tender branch before it takes flight again. With one branch now a stump, another begins to grow. A new leaf unfolds...<p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: #ffa07a">"The time has come where another must take his place in the inspired duty to protect the land. Come see the holy inauguration of "</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p><p>A flaming whip lashes out across the table setting the scroll on fire. It withdraws and attacks swiftly again, wrapping around Bren's neck. As he chokes for breath, he awakes, coughing and sweating in bed.</p><p></p><p>Checking downstairs, all is calm and normal. </p><p></p><p>When Bren try to tell someone else about his dream, he opens his mouth, and then... and then... the train of thought is lost. Something was on the tip of his tongue, but it continually eludes him.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Portents and Premonitions]OOC: What use are the gods if they cannot interfere with and meddle in the affairs of mortals. It seems The Quiet Hand knows the path of time unless it is changed. You get an inkling of what is to come, fairly soon, but something else is also interfering with your ability to relay that information to others. You feel in your gut that a battle with demons is coming, but for some reason you cannot speak about it. This allows you to buy items and find spells to prepare, but you don't get to warn the others. You can even buy books to research and study demons, getting a small bonus when the time comes on Kn Planes.</p><p></p><p>Really OOC: Divine characters are getting some fore knowledge, because this event is one that has severe repercussions far and wide if the next game ends in failure. Since deities can see the future, they can plan and have their pawns in place for the battle. Bren is the highest level cleric in the party and receives the most information, for what good it will do him. [/sblock][/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Satin Knights, post: 6197861, member: 6666968"] [sblock=Breninyr's Invitation]Having returned to the City of Glass, Bren relaxes for a few days and enjoys the company of friends in the Dunn Wright Inn. It seems quite a popular place at the moment, far more so than normal. One night, as he sleeps, he has a dark dream, not of his own making. Sitting in the shambled ruins of the Dunn Wright Inn, Grog is serving the two wounded customers he has left. He is doing so one handed, for something has taken an eye and his right arm. Before you lies a scroll. The top portion still coiled, the visible edge show an upside down tree. The branches weave into down into the words below...[INDENT][COLOR=#ffa07a] "News of the battle, the battle that has shattered the City of Glass. Goriath's forces have spread across the land far and wide. It is believed that only ash remains of Tal Hallow. One by one, the baronies are falling as the fiendish armies sweep across the land. It is rumored that the Harran and the Rorn have combined forces and are mounting a defense, but the destruction is already overwhelming."[/COLOR] [/INDENT] As the grief of the situation grows heavy, the inn around you seems to swirl and change. Time seems to be flowing backwards at an ever increasing pace. Days, then weeks flow by. The background behind the words goes from a withered brown to a youthful green before the edges close in around the words. The leaf ungrows, shrinking, then the branch it was upon shrinks back into the tree as well. In a sudden lurch, the swirls of time around him stops.[INDENT][COLOR=#ffa07a] "With the paladins' failures, the Well of Sorrows that had been guarded for centuries was forced open from the other side. The slaughter of so many dignitaries was so complete, only the stones of the keep were able to tell the tale to those that investigated later."[/COLOR] [/INDENT] Stuck in this votex of unwinding time, Bren can only watch as the panic of the news turns to surprise, then unknowing. Another leaf unwithers, then ungrows,[INDENT][COLOR=#ffa07a] "A surprise attack so dastardly, only a few who instantly ran, as battle broke out, made it out alive. They tell of vulture headed demons and blob soldiers falling upon the gathered crowd. The ancient defenses the keep is so well known for were the undoing of so many of the otherwise powerful victims that could not flee."[/COLOR] [/INDENT] This leaf unwithers as well. Where there was once a vine-ish tree, a sapling sprout now only remains. The shadow of a miniature owl crosses over the page. Landing on the sapling, its sharp beak snaps the tender branch before it takes flight again. With one branch now a stump, another begins to grow. A new leaf unfolds...[INDENT][COLOR=#ffa07a] "The time has come where another must take his place in the inspired duty to protect the land. Come see the holy inauguration of "[/COLOR] [/INDENT] A flaming whip lashes out across the table setting the scroll on fire. It withdraws and attacks swiftly again, wrapping around Bren's neck. As he chokes for breath, he awakes, coughing and sweating in bed. Checking downstairs, all is calm and normal. When Bren try to tell someone else about his dream, he opens his mouth, and then... and then... the train of thought is lost. Something was on the tip of his tongue, but it continually eludes him. [sblock=Portents and Premonitions]OOC: What use are the gods if they cannot interfere with and meddle in the affairs of mortals. It seems The Quiet Hand knows the path of time unless it is changed. You get an inkling of what is to come, fairly soon, but something else is also interfering with your ability to relay that information to others. You feel in your gut that a battle with demons is coming, but for some reason you cannot speak about it. This allows you to buy items and find spells to prepare, but you don't get to warn the others. You can even buy books to research and study demons, getting a small bonus when the time comes on Kn Planes. Really OOC: Divine characters are getting some fore knowledge, because this event is one that has severe repercussions far and wide if the next game ends in failure. Since deities can see the future, they can plan and have their pawns in place for the battle. Bren is the highest level cleric in the party and receives the most information, for what good it will do him. [/sblock][/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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