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<blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1257855" data-attributes="member: 100">A Korred's TaleA Story Hour Apology to this who have waitedHe appeared to be a squat man with the tangled, tendrils of a reddish beard hanging down from his face, onto his chest.&nbsp; He sat on a standing stone, one of the last in this region.Once there were many, he thought.&nbsp; Once the good people on these plains gave wheat and milk to the good neighbors but no more.&nbsp; He looked at Bastion, visible from here.&nbsp; Cooking smoke was rising into the sky.&nbsp; Orc were cooking, you could smell the human on the air.A dirty man with a walking stick approached.&nbsp; One of the Korred's threads of beard went into his pocket, grabbed a pipe.&nbsp; He didn't light it but sat there with it in his mouth.&nbsp; The cherry of the fire could attract attention, best just to chew on it, though.&nbsp; The Korred began the phrase, &quot;Where are the shadows at noon?&quot;&nbsp; It was a magicked phrase, created by the Witch Queen of the Elves.&nbsp; None who knew it could willingly say it to a Shadowspawn or minion.&nbsp; It was a difficult bit of magick but when your age isn't measured in decades, or centuries but has spanned Ages of man, such spells are available to you for a price.&quot;They are still there, only they are underfoot,&quot; the man replied, identifying himself as one of the Queen's eye and ears.&nbsp; &quot;My leige sends her regards and wishes you well.&quot;The little fey on the rock grunted, &quot;I'll wish her well when she stops sitting in her safe city and leads her people as she should.&nbsp; We're dying out here.&quot;&quot;She does the best she can,&quot; the dirty man defended, his Queen the only force he had ever heard of that fought against Izrador.&nbsp; She was a person and an idea that he would give his life for.&nbsp; In some ways he already had.&quot;We've heard tales of this Ironblooded man.&nbsp; They say he led the Fey folk in a daring raid against the Shadow.&nbsp; They are saying he kidnapped a Samael's son and put him in his enemy's hands.&nbsp; They are saying he works for the Shadow by rebelling against the Shadow.&nbsp; They are saying he is the spawn of an evil demon.&quot;The Korred nodded, &quot;I'd say they were right on all counts but no one bits of that story tell his true tale.&quot;&quot;What is his true tale?&quot;&quot;Come within my circle of stones.&nbsp; It is a ragged bunch,&quot; he said, pointing at the stones, like broken stone teeth jutting out of the earth.&nbsp; There seemed to be a shifting of the rocks at such a statement, as if the stones took umbrage to such a remark.&nbsp; &quot;I can offer you no bread and no beer.&nbsp; It has been decades since any villager brought me and mine an offering.&nbsp; But I can offer you safety for the night and a warm fire that within the circle won't be seen due to glamours and I can tell you the Ironblood's tale.&nbsp; I will tell it to you so you can go into Bastion and tell others.&quot;&quot;Little good a tale is going to do these folk as they starve and watch their families get eaten by Ork.&quot;&nbsp; The man mumbled the words while walking towards the circle.&nbsp; He was stopped by the Korred's hand, a stout and strong hand, hard like the rocks.&quot;If you aren't believing in the power of a tale, then leave, go back and tell your queen that nothing of consequence happened here.&nbsp; I won't be wasting palaver on those who don't believe in what it can be.&quot;The man nodded, &quot;I believe.&quot;&quot;Then come in and listen careful and be sure to go and tell folk that it wasn't Brownies or Satyr or the Witch-Queen herself responsible for what has happened in this district.&nbsp; What happened here are the deeds of one man.&nbsp; Now listen...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Paka, post: 1257855, member: 100"] [b]A Korred's Tale[/b] [i]A Story Hour Apology to this who have waited[/i] He appeared to be a squat man with the tangled, tendrils of a reddish beard hanging down from his face, onto his chest. He sat on a standing stone, one of the last in this region. Once there were many, he thought. Once the good people on these plains gave wheat and milk to the good neighbors but no more. He looked at Bastion, visible from here. Cooking smoke was rising into the sky. Orc were cooking, you could smell the human on the air. A dirty man with a walking stick approached. One of the Korred's threads of beard went into his pocket, grabbed a pipe. He didn't light it but sat there with it in his mouth. The cherry of the fire could attract attention, best just to chew on it, though. The Korred began the phrase, "Where are the shadows at noon?" It was a magicked phrase, created by the Witch Queen of the Elves. None who knew it could willingly say it to a Shadowspawn or minion. It was a difficult bit of magick but when your age isn't measured in decades, or centuries but has spanned Ages of man, such spells are available to you for a price. "They are still there, only they are underfoot," the man replied, identifying himself as one of the Queen's eye and ears. "My leige sends her regards and wishes you well." The little fey on the rock grunted, "I'll wish her well when she stops sitting in her safe city and leads her people as she should. We're dying out here." "She does the best she can," the dirty man defended, his Queen the only force he had ever heard of that fought against Izrador. She was a person and an idea that he would give his life for. In some ways he already had. "We've heard tales of this Ironblooded man. They say he led the Fey folk in a daring raid against the Shadow. They are saying he kidnapped a Samael's son and put him in his enemy's hands. They are saying he works for the Shadow by rebelling against the Shadow. They are saying he is the spawn of an evil demon." The Korred nodded, "I'd say they were right on all counts but no one bits of that story tell his true tale." "What is his true tale?" "Come within my circle of stones. It is a ragged bunch," he said, pointing at the stones, like broken stone teeth jutting out of the earth. There seemed to be a shifting of the rocks at such a statement, as if the stones took umbrage to such a remark. "I can offer you no bread and no beer. It has been decades since any villager brought me and mine an offering. But I can offer you safety for the night and a warm fire that within the circle won't be seen due to glamours and I can tell you the Ironblood's tale. I will tell it to you so you can go into Bastion and tell others." "Little good a tale is going to do these folk as they starve and watch their families get eaten by Ork." The man mumbled the words while walking towards the circle. He was stopped by the Korred's hand, a stout and strong hand, hard like the rocks. "If you aren't believing in the power of a tale, then leave, go back and tell your queen that nothing of consequence happened here. I won't be wasting palaver on those who don't believe in what it can be." The man nodded, "I believe." "Then come in and listen careful and be sure to go and tell folk that it wasn't Brownies or Satyr or the Witch-Queen herself responsible for what has happened in this district. What happened here are the deeds of one man. Now listen..." [/QUOTE]

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