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<blockquote data-quote="Ralts Bloodthorne" data-source="post: 4008782" data-attributes="member: 6390"><p><strong>The Midnight Sunrise</strong></p><p></p><p>It took two weeks, but the farmhouse was finished, as was the barn, and nothing untoward had occurred. However, Verdoon and Hoggle often looked in the forest. Verdoon claimed they were looking for a large pond or small lake somewhere out there, but it wasn't until the second week of searching that they discovered something.</p><p></p><p>A man's forearm, holding aloft something in one hand that was now missing, just the fingers curled around something long gone, jutting up out of a blackberry bush. Working with shovels, they discovered the man's head some eight feet below the ground.</p><p></p><p>A large forehead, wide nose, jutting lower jaw complete with tusks, fierce monobrow beneath a wreath of laurel leaves, and hair cut severely short, his face was stern and uncomprimising, not savage and brutal. More work showed that he was wearing plate mail of all things, but Verdoon and Hoggle gave up before digging down much further than his shoulders, giving up when they reached fifteen feet down.</p><p></p><p>"How big do you think he is?" Hoggle asked, climbing out of the hole.</p><p></p><p>"Judging by the size of his head, unless he's got the big head sickness, he's at least eighty feet tall, and that's not counting whatever he was standing on." Verdoon answered, leaning against her shovel.</p><p></p><p>"What is he?" Hoggle looked at the non-human countenance.</p><p></p><p>"Beats me. He doesn't look like anyone I'd want to cross though. I think he was royalty of some type."</p><p></p><p>"Why?"</p><p></p><p>"Look at the wreath. Unless it was fashionable to run around with rotting leaves on your forehead, it's some sort of crown, tiara, what have you."</p><p></p><p>"Should we get the others and dig some more?"</p><p></p><p>Just then a low breeze, cold and slippery, plucked at them with invisible fingers, trying to wriggle it's way past their heavy clothing, and a low moan echoed around them.</p><p></p><p>Both Hoggle and Verdoon looked at one another, and wordlessly, went back to the others.</p><p></p><p>When they returned, they found that another ship had arrived, and was dropping off supplies. Kalife had asked several of the sailors, and discovered that the Intrepid had gotten lost during a storm from the rest of the colonization Armada, but finally made landfall at Charlotte's Port.</p><p></p><p>It took most of the day unload the ship, which cast off in the evening and sailed off to the east.</p><p></p><p>Exhausted, the group stayed in town for the night.</p><p></p><p>Walking back from the privy, Sister Ambrosia took a shortcut through the bellpull chamber, stopping when she noticed the chains slowly moving back and forth. Curious, and wanting witnesses, she ran out to the inn, in the rain and wind and thunder, and got her three friends. Upon returning, the chains were visibly moving, and began to jangle slightly. The bells began rocking back and forth.</p><p></p><p>A bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, Verdoon climbed up the bell tower as fast as she could, and looked off to the east.</p><p></p><p>Off in the distance, a sullen red glow pulsed, looking for the world like a sunrise. As if the sun was imprisoned beneath the sea.</p><p></p><p>"A good omen." The bishop said behind her, and Verdoon screeched, the bishop's words startling her.</p><p></p><p>"Are you sure?" She asked suspiciously, looking at the priest.</p><p></p><p>"Of course, a sunrise at midnight? How could it not be proof of our lord Pelor's might?" Verdoon knuckled her forehead at the mention of Pelor's name.</p><p></p><p>She noticed the defined square jaw of the bishop, his monobrow, his fierce eyes, and was suddenly reminded of the statue they'd partially uncovered in the woods.</p><p></p><p>Returning downstairs with the Bishop, Ambrosia asked the bishop if Verdoon's newly aquired familiar, the weasel "Stretch", could sniff around the basement and check for rats.</p><p></p><p>Yawning wide, and displaying prominent canines on both sets of teeth, the Bishop waved his permission, and the group entered the basement and began looking around.</p><p></p><p>In the corner, they found a block with three symbols arranged in a triangle, and Ambrosia gasped with shock at the reaslization that one of the symbols was an ancient symbol of Pelor, one that had not been used in eons.</p><p></p><p>Above it was a single eye.</p><p></p><p>To the right was a flame wreathed skull.</p><p></p><p>"I don't think the soldiers built this church." Kalife muttered.</p><p></p><p></p><p>(Next up: The Testaments, The Ghost Ship, and the Missing Oak)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ralts Bloodthorne, post: 4008782, member: 6390"] [b]The Midnight Sunrise[/b] It took two weeks, but the farmhouse was finished, as was the barn, and nothing untoward had occurred. However, Verdoon and Hoggle often looked in the forest. Verdoon claimed they were looking for a large pond or small lake somewhere out there, but it wasn't until the second week of searching that they discovered something. A man's forearm, holding aloft something in one hand that was now missing, just the fingers curled around something long gone, jutting up out of a blackberry bush. Working with shovels, they discovered the man's head some eight feet below the ground. A large forehead, wide nose, jutting lower jaw complete with tusks, fierce monobrow beneath a wreath of laurel leaves, and hair cut severely short, his face was stern and uncomprimising, not savage and brutal. More work showed that he was wearing plate mail of all things, but Verdoon and Hoggle gave up before digging down much further than his shoulders, giving up when they reached fifteen feet down. "How big do you think he is?" Hoggle asked, climbing out of the hole. "Judging by the size of his head, unless he's got the big head sickness, he's at least eighty feet tall, and that's not counting whatever he was standing on." Verdoon answered, leaning against her shovel. "What is he?" Hoggle looked at the non-human countenance. "Beats me. He doesn't look like anyone I'd want to cross though. I think he was royalty of some type." "Why?" "Look at the wreath. Unless it was fashionable to run around with rotting leaves on your forehead, it's some sort of crown, tiara, what have you." "Should we get the others and dig some more?" Just then a low breeze, cold and slippery, plucked at them with invisible fingers, trying to wriggle it's way past their heavy clothing, and a low moan echoed around them. Both Hoggle and Verdoon looked at one another, and wordlessly, went back to the others. When they returned, they found that another ship had arrived, and was dropping off supplies. Kalife had asked several of the sailors, and discovered that the Intrepid had gotten lost during a storm from the rest of the colonization Armada, but finally made landfall at Charlotte's Port. It took most of the day unload the ship, which cast off in the evening and sailed off to the east. Exhausted, the group stayed in town for the night. Walking back from the privy, Sister Ambrosia took a shortcut through the bellpull chamber, stopping when she noticed the chains slowly moving back and forth. Curious, and wanting witnesses, she ran out to the inn, in the rain and wind and thunder, and got her three friends. Upon returning, the chains were visibly moving, and began to jangle slightly. The bells began rocking back and forth. A bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, Verdoon climbed up the bell tower as fast as she could, and looked off to the east. Off in the distance, a sullen red glow pulsed, looking for the world like a sunrise. As if the sun was imprisoned beneath the sea. "A good omen." The bishop said behind her, and Verdoon screeched, the bishop's words startling her. "Are you sure?" She asked suspiciously, looking at the priest. "Of course, a sunrise at midnight? How could it not be proof of our lord Pelor's might?" Verdoon knuckled her forehead at the mention of Pelor's name. She noticed the defined square jaw of the bishop, his monobrow, his fierce eyes, and was suddenly reminded of the statue they'd partially uncovered in the woods. Returning downstairs with the Bishop, Ambrosia asked the bishop if Verdoon's newly aquired familiar, the weasel "Stretch", could sniff around the basement and check for rats. Yawning wide, and displaying prominent canines on both sets of teeth, the Bishop waved his permission, and the group entered the basement and began looking around. In the corner, they found a block with three symbols arranged in a triangle, and Ambrosia gasped with shock at the reaslization that one of the symbols was an ancient symbol of Pelor, one that had not been used in eons. Above it was a single eye. To the right was a flame wreathed skull. "I don't think the soldiers built this church." Kalife muttered. (Next up: The Testaments, The Ghost Ship, and the Missing Oak) [/QUOTE]
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