Kahuna Burger
First Post
By Foot To The West:
When baja returns with a plump pair of rabbits for dinner, you discover that he has some insight into the directions you have been traveling and the orientation of the 'maps' based on how you came together. Backtracking part of Faustus's journey, you take the fork he chose against to find 'the halfs' and head northeast. As you draw close to the lone dot, you notice that the other conjunction seems to be doing the same.
On Horseback To The East
Once you have also found a mule to carry the surly and slow walking rock, the group sets out from the city, trying to head roughly northwest to the lone dot. The roads do not cooperate as well as could be hoped, and you find yourself making multiple backtracks and direction changes to bring your convergence closer. You are gratified to see that each day does make progress and also notice the other convergence seems to be moving "up" to that dot as well.
The Lone Dot
It has been two weeks of heroic stories, swapped family recipies, smiles and long akward pauses. You used to think that the akward pauses were a direct result of your near death experience, but an intruding thought considers why you wore gloves for the entire reunion, and you recal similar pauses in your youth when you would ask about the marks on your hand. You never believed the 'birthmark' line your uncle gave you, and asking your parents if you were born with the mark seemed to induce coughing fits.
Considering the marks now, you strip off the gloves and get a shock. Instead of an unfinished spiderweb of scattered dots and connecting lines, there is a inverted V on your left palm. Two large dots, seemingly made up of the former smaller ones, have formed up and are closer to the 'center' dot that you've ever seen one. You have an akward sense of a destiny that snuck up on you and wonder what this convergence could herald. For the next two days, the clumps grow ever closer, and you find yourself unwilling to move very far or fast in case you miss whatever is happening. It is on the second day that a small raven alights on a bush near where you are camping and sits quietly with a scroll in its claw until you aproach. Some of the woodsmen who trained you had a magical means of compelling tiny messengers thus, and you think little of it except to wonder how someone knew where to find you.
When you open the scroll, it contains a simple, unsigned message "The citadel of Asrer arises" and a rough map from what you assume it your location to a spot marked Asrer some 20 miles north. You have heard of the famous Citadel, which is said to emerge from one of the demonic planes once a century or so, usualy at a spot of great negitive energy concentration. You wonder if many of your family or one of its associated orders have been alerted and who was able to get advance warning of such a thing. You ponder over the night how to deal with the information, and the next morning are breaking up your camp feeling that this must compel you to leave when you see a trio on foot aproaching from the west. As you watch them draw closer, feeling a sense of anticipation totally out of proportion to a simple encounter with other travelers, you begin to hear hoofbeats from the east as well...
When baja returns with a plump pair of rabbits for dinner, you discover that he has some insight into the directions you have been traveling and the orientation of the 'maps' based on how you came together. Backtracking part of Faustus's journey, you take the fork he chose against to find 'the halfs' and head northeast. As you draw close to the lone dot, you notice that the other conjunction seems to be doing the same.
On Horseback To The East
Once you have also found a mule to carry the surly and slow walking rock, the group sets out from the city, trying to head roughly northwest to the lone dot. The roads do not cooperate as well as could be hoped, and you find yourself making multiple backtracks and direction changes to bring your convergence closer. You are gratified to see that each day does make progress and also notice the other convergence seems to be moving "up" to that dot as well.
The Lone Dot
It has been two weeks of heroic stories, swapped family recipies, smiles and long akward pauses. You used to think that the akward pauses were a direct result of your near death experience, but an intruding thought considers why you wore gloves for the entire reunion, and you recal similar pauses in your youth when you would ask about the marks on your hand. You never believed the 'birthmark' line your uncle gave you, and asking your parents if you were born with the mark seemed to induce coughing fits.
Considering the marks now, you strip off the gloves and get a shock. Instead of an unfinished spiderweb of scattered dots and connecting lines, there is a inverted V on your left palm. Two large dots, seemingly made up of the former smaller ones, have formed up and are closer to the 'center' dot that you've ever seen one. You have an akward sense of a destiny that snuck up on you and wonder what this convergence could herald. For the next two days, the clumps grow ever closer, and you find yourself unwilling to move very far or fast in case you miss whatever is happening. It is on the second day that a small raven alights on a bush near where you are camping and sits quietly with a scroll in its claw until you aproach. Some of the woodsmen who trained you had a magical means of compelling tiny messengers thus, and you think little of it except to wonder how someone knew where to find you.
When you open the scroll, it contains a simple, unsigned message "The citadel of Asrer arises" and a rough map from what you assume it your location to a spot marked Asrer some 20 miles north. You have heard of the famous Citadel, which is said to emerge from one of the demonic planes once a century or so, usualy at a spot of great negitive energy concentration. You wonder if many of your family or one of its associated orders have been alerted and who was able to get advance warning of such a thing. You ponder over the night how to deal with the information, and the next morning are breaking up your camp feeling that this must compel you to leave when you see a trio on foot aproaching from the west. As you watch them draw closer, feeling a sense of anticipation totally out of proportion to a simple encounter with other travelers, you begin to hear hoofbeats from the east as well...