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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2631911" data-attributes="member: 22226">Jon RaneThe stones had called him.  How?  Jon did not know or really care in these dreary Northlands.  The stones spoke and Jon heeded their call.  He had already spent two days at this stone ring, a Dornish ancestor ring from the looks of it, with its scorched stones and ash center.  He had seen no living being, although a Dorn town must be nearby; the ancestor ring had seen use within the past few months.Since arriving, Jon had heard the voices.  Voices from the past.  Voices of the Lost.  Speaking to him of the strife and pain in the north.  Against the Shadow.  The Lost seemed to know him, to call him by a name he could almost recognize, but not truly grasp.  The whispers came and went over the past two days, tormenting Jon with their import.  She has returned.  She has heard our tales.  She knows of your sacrifice at the Fortress Wall those many years ago.  Protect Her Chosen, for she is means to your end. Night had finally fallen on the second day, cooling the land from the abnormal heat of the summer day.  Overhead, dark clouds massed and lightning flashed, painting the grasslands and the forest to the west in streaks of white and black.  On this night, unlike the others, a faint green halo had appeared over the stone ring.  Would the riddles of the voices be revealed?Jon's reverie was broken by the blat of an black orc horn, its low rumble carried to Jon on a strong wind.  Orcs!  And they were near!  Peering out from behind a stone, Jon could make out a rag-tag group scrabbling up the slow rise into the stone ring and turning to defend themselves.  Behind them, pouring out of the forest, dozens of orcs snarled and roared, brandishing their cruel vardatches, eager to claim their prey.The Heroes of CaftReznik peers into the tunnel, its entrance clogged with stone and ash.  A bolt of lightning reveals it drops straight down six feet before widening and gaining height as it travels east, its further reaches lost in darkness.  Nothing moves within the tunnel, although Reznik's senses reel at the smell that emanates from the opening.  Descending into the hole, Reznik waits to assist any others who would follow.Aislinn clings to Kaela as they approach the cave mouth, her fingers biting deeply into Kaela's arm.  She's...here.  Aislinn says in awe, her shaking and sobbing stopping abruptly.  Kaela wastes little time, lithely descending into the hole with Reznik's assistance before turning to help Aislinn down.  Starhl quickly follows, angered at fleeing the orcs like a rabbit run to ground.  Brian stands outside the tunnel waiting for Aislinn to be lowered, but prepared to fight.  On the edge of the depression, Valurel scouts the grasslands, his keen eyes piercing the darkness.  The massive orcs charge up the low rise to the stone ring, their metal armor creaking and ringing in the darkness.  Howls of bloodlust go up.  Their prey is near.  In a few seconds, the orcs will be here.OOC:  I know Kaela's, Reznik's, Starhl's and Valurel's intentions.  What would the rest of you do?   <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /></blockquote>

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