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<blockquote data-quote="Emiricol" data-source="post: 2345555" data-attributes="member: 469"><p><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>Spring, 100 Last Age</strong></span></p><p></p><p>The journey was long, and much of it arduous. They traveled north through the Carunsil, then east out of the safety of the Fey woods and into the lands of Men and Orc - the Northlands. The four companions had faced unspeakably foul walking dead, the weather, even wild animals to get so far.</p><p></p><p>Moreover, the threshold of the forest and adjacent plains were a festering no-man's land of raid, counter-raid. They avoided several Elven patrols, so as not to be pressed into some service or another - there were never enough able bodies to do all that needed doing, and Thrayn would be pressed to "do his duty" after all. Two Orc patrols were likewise ambushed, though the need to travel light meant they could only collect the teeth - still, the twenty orc tusks could be traded among the Fey, and they were small and light.</p><p></p><p>Eventually, of course, the journey came to an end. In early Spring in the year 100 of the Last Age, they crested a low grassy hill and before them stood finally Rode Pijler, which the Dorn knew as Red Pillar in his Norther tongue (Rode Pijler being the name as spoken in the tongue of the Legates), and some 200 yards south of the walled village lay the jutting spire of stone from which the village got its name - a lone collumn of red rock looking like nothing so much as a giant spike impaling the earth itself. It was striking in its abruptness, its crisp edges undulled by time and the elements.</p><p></p><p>Just outside the gate, which lay closed even at this early hour of the morning, was a burnt piling of lumber and stones, with bits of something red and dull scattered atop it. Keen Fey eyes quickly identified it as the bits and pieces of a suit of plate armor, a rare treasure that had been discarded carelessly and left to rust despite its value. Bones, and dozens of skulls, likewise littered that heap outside the village.</p><p></p><p>Carith stood silent for a moment as he looked out at the village and the large red stone beyond it, with a feeling of mixed hope and dread. <span style="color: yellow"> "This is the place of my vision, and from the looks of it events are already in motion. Either these men have somehow thrown off the yoke of their oppressors - and are now waiting for the strike of retribution to come - or that retributive hammer blow had landed and we are too late."</span> he threw his arm forward, sending Whisper off in flight towards the village. <span style="color: yellow"> "Let us rest here for a few miniutes while I have a look around."</span> Without waiting for a response Carith settled lazily down to the ground, letting his pack fall off his shoudlers, and reached out with his mind and made contact with the hawk as it flew. </p><p></p><p><em>~Come my friend, circle the village once and then a quick look towards the rock before we move on.~</em></p><p><em></em></p><p></p><p>====================</p><p>More shortly!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emiricol, post: 2345555, member: 469"] [size=12][b]Spring, 100 Last Age[/b][/size] The journey was long, and much of it arduous. They traveled north through the Carunsil, then east out of the safety of the Fey woods and into the lands of Men and Orc - the Northlands. The four companions had faced unspeakably foul walking dead, the weather, even wild animals to get so far. Moreover, the threshold of the forest and adjacent plains were a festering no-man's land of raid, counter-raid. They avoided several Elven patrols, so as not to be pressed into some service or another - there were never enough able bodies to do all that needed doing, and Thrayn would be pressed to "do his duty" after all. Two Orc patrols were likewise ambushed, though the need to travel light meant they could only collect the teeth - still, the twenty orc tusks could be traded among the Fey, and they were small and light. Eventually, of course, the journey came to an end. In early Spring in the year 100 of the Last Age, they crested a low grassy hill and before them stood finally Rode Pijler, which the Dorn knew as Red Pillar in his Norther tongue (Rode Pijler being the name as spoken in the tongue of the Legates), and some 200 yards south of the walled village lay the jutting spire of stone from which the village got its name - a lone collumn of red rock looking like nothing so much as a giant spike impaling the earth itself. It was striking in its abruptness, its crisp edges undulled by time and the elements. Just outside the gate, which lay closed even at this early hour of the morning, was a burnt piling of lumber and stones, with bits of something red and dull scattered atop it. Keen Fey eyes quickly identified it as the bits and pieces of a suit of plate armor, a rare treasure that had been discarded carelessly and left to rust despite its value. Bones, and dozens of skulls, likewise littered that heap outside the village. Carith stood silent for a moment as he looked out at the village and the large red stone beyond it, with a feeling of mixed hope and dread. [color=yellow] "This is the place of my vision, and from the looks of it events are already in motion. Either these men have somehow thrown off the yoke of their oppressors - and are now waiting for the strike of retribution to come - or that retributive hammer blow had landed and we are too late."[/color] he threw his arm forward, sending Whisper off in flight towards the village. [color=yellow] "Let us rest here for a few miniutes while I have a look around."[/color] Without waiting for a response Carith settled lazily down to the ground, letting his pack fall off his shoudlers, and reached out with his mind and made contact with the hawk as it flew. [i]~Come my friend, circle the village once and then a quick look towards the rock before we move on.~ [/i] ==================== More shortly! [/QUOTE]
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