Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[deadestdai]

Waving to Cristen's fast dissapearing form, Skarsus nods politely to the older man and gestures the others to follow in behind him.

Hearing the bickering at his rear, the young warrior did his best to keep an even tone.Please, the both of you, just give it a rest for an hour or so? Please? Even though he knew he was the junior to both of the elvenkind, he still found it hard to form his request as a question as opposed to blurting it out as an order as he would have done to the Devastators. Sometimes I wonder to m'self who exactly is the youngest here?

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Wow, I have missed Zar's posts. He's such a....what's that word they always use on Deadwood?)

Seeing the riders take of, and the farmer lead them off to some unknown fate gives Thromgril some misgivings about humans as well. "Right. Tower of Daemoria. Fine name f'I eva 'eard one." he says, his thumb again rubbing against the blade of his axe. Going through life with a mere bloody thumb is no fate for a proper dwarf. The look in his eyes speaks all the more to his eagerness to find death or glory in the bowels of this devils' citadel.

 

[Vendetta]

Hearing the bickering at his rear, the young warrior did his best to keep an even tone.Please, the both of you, just give it a rest for an hour or so? Please? Even though he knew he was the junior to both of the elvenkind, he still found it hard to form his request as a question as opposed to blurting it out as an order as he would have done to the Devastators. Sometimes I wonder to m'self who exactly is the youngest here?

"I believe that was what I had already suggested." Zar says to the human as he leads them onward. Zar thinks about the "Tower" and tries to remember anything about it. ((OOC: Knowledge Arcana +8 if applicable))

 

[DralonXitz]

Waving to Cristen's fast dissapearing form, Skarsus nods politely to the older man and gestures the others to follow in behind him.

Hearing the bickering at his rear, the young warrior did his best to keep an even tone.Please, the both of you, just give it a rest for an hour or so? Please? Even though he knew he was the junior to both of the elvenkind, he still found it hard to form his request as a question as opposed to blurting it out as an order as he would have done to the Devastators. Sometimes I wonder to m'self who exactly is the youngest here?

As the old man dissapears beyond their sight, the young leader gestures to his comrades to follow him. Fighting amongst each other, Skarsus tries to calm the two elves down, to little result.

"I believe that was what I had already suggested." Zar says to the human as he leads them onward. Zar thinks about the "Tower" and tries to remember anything about it. ((OOC: Knowledge Arcana +8 if applicable))

As the group proceeds to follow the farmer, the Sea-Elf thinks to himself of any happenings of this word, Daemoria. As he ponders through his endless tome of knowledge, also known as his memory, he remembers only one note he read in an arcane volume once...

"...although the dark lord had been banished from the island by Prince Banathar, his spirit still lingered on in the place. Rather than fade from existance, the Sorceror wove himself into the very foundations of the Tower of Daemoria, forever ensuring his legacy to live, through his dark lair..."

The old farmer leads them through the town of Zakor. It is a quiet, dreary place, with few people outside. Those that are stare coldly at the heroes, their eyes showing a mix of sorrow and emptiness. Skarsus has seen enough war-torn villages over his years to know these people have witnessed something truely tramatic.

After a short journey, the farmer stops at a small, rickity boat. He motions them into it, saying, "This is the only passage to the Tower of Daemoria. Row towards that island", pointing at a small island to the southeast. In the center of the isle is a large, spiraling Black Tower, visible as clear as day even from here.

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik looks woefully at the small boat from atop his wagon, "I don't much like the idea of leaving me wagon to rest out here, the folks don't seem kindly, now do they?"

 

[ferretguy]

Hopping off his horse, Ackalon looks towards the isle. Oh come now Derrik, whats a farmer and his folk going to do with our wagon. Besides they've already told us we're doomed...he smirks, But then again, with our great leaders and a MOST powerfull mage their leader will be the one doomed if our wagon is reduced to splinters and horses eaten..

 

[taitzu52]

"Boat?!?!" bellows Thormgril, "Nobody said 'nything 'bout a boat! I'll take MY doom standin' up, thank ye" He crosses his arms and turns his nose at the water, like a child in front of a plate of lima beans.

 

[deadestdai]

Skarsus dismounted and patted his mount's neck. He looked at the boat and pursed his lips in thought. I am not fond of the idea of leaving Palientha behind. Derrik is right, these people cannot be trusted. Zar, do you have any majicks that can carry us across, or at the very least the horses?

 

[Vendetta]

"I do not specialize in the transportation of pets, having none myself. However, I can create a way to carry gear too heavy to carry when mobility is needed and too valuable to trust to fate." Zar replies to the human after a good long glare at the rogue, as if planning what spells and in what order he would use against him.

 

[deadestdai]

And so you're sayin' that there's no way to bring along my friend using your powers? Skarsus looked aghast at the idea of having to leave his trusted battle companion behind in such a foul place.