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<blockquote data-quote="zevon" data-source="post: 799465" data-attributes="member: 10800"><p>The rain had stopped, but the air and ground were still heavy and wetted. Aliimulu allowed her eyes to adjust to the ample moonlight, and knelt close to the ground, scouring for tracks.</p><p></p><p>“FOORRRRT! FOOORTINBRAAAAS!” Ariston had cupped both hands around his mouth and was shouting the cleric’s name. At this the Ranger shot him an enraged look and hissed balefully,</p><p></p><p>“You imbecile! You….you moronic, incompetent *mudsucker!”</p><p></p><p>Ariston, as usual was oblivious, or pretending to be so.</p><p></p><p>“Who?” He paused for drama, unnecessarily. “Me?” </p><p></p><p>“YES” Ali was now struggling to keep her own voice in check. “Use your pitiful excuse for a brain.” She stood chest-to-chest with Ariston (or more accurately, chest to waist), jabbing her finger into his rib-cage for emphasis.</p><p></p><p>“If Fort can here you shout like that, so can everything else and we are wanted criminals, we’re not exactly discussing advanced Rangering here!”</p><p></p><p>Ariston let this sink in for a moment, scratching his chin (which had acquired a good bit of blonde stubble since bolting into the wild) before replying.</p><p></p><p>“I suppose I would be attracted to a voice as elegant and melodious as my own. Very astute as usual Ali. Perhaps Basyl should commence with the shouting.”</p><p></p><p>Aliimulu growled and clenched her jaw so tightly that her teeth made an audible ‘click’.</p><p></p><p>“Then again, perhaps not. Have you found any clues to where Fort might’ve gone to?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, but I’m not entirely positive they’re his tracks, the rocky terrain here in the cliffs makes it difficult to track anything, let alone in the dark.” She sighed, “That’s on reason I led us here actually. You said he went to collect firewood right? It should be easy to find his trail at the forest’s edge.”</p><p></p><p>Aliimulu had no trouble picking up the trail once reaching the forest, and she spent the better part of an hour with her eyes on the ground, enduring Ariston’s chatter and Basyl’s silence-shattering shuffle-walk, every step of the way. </p><p></p><p>Miraculously, Ariston suddenly stopped talking. Aliimulu was about to sent a prayer of thanks to Munamani, the androgynous deity of Wishes and Aspirations, when he spoke again.</p><p></p><p>“Hold!” </p><p></p><p>His whisper drifted softly to the others’ ears and all three of them froze, ears cocked. Aliimulu heard the sound of voices being carried downwind. She was annoyed at herself for letting the Bard get to her and in her frustration, letting her guard down. She should have picked up the voices thirty paces back. </p><p></p><p>The Bard and the Ranger remained frozen, listening intently, the Wizard and Fatespinner began to meditate and clear his hate.</p><p></p><p>The first two conferred, whispering.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like a fairly large group, I hear at eight voices”</p><p></p><p>Aliimulu bit her lip and concentrated, “No, there are more, I hear at least 10. Maybe more. Let me go ahead, I’ll do a bit scouting. You two wait here. Hazel will come for you if I’m in trouble.”</p><p></p><p>Basyl glanced up, suddenly aware of the large, velvety-black Owl. Hazel hadn’t been around in several days, but now was perched on Ali’s shoulder. He raised his eyebrows passively, her relationship with the raptor never ceased to amaze him. </p><p></p><p>The Wizard frowned, “I don’t have invisibility prepared…” Ariston spoke up, much too loudly,</p><p></p><p>“Here, I’ll do it!” He said plainly. Aliimulu waived him off. Save it, few have eyes or ears enough to make me in broad day-light. In the darkness, I’ll be nearly invisible anyhow.” </p><p></p><p>She patted her *Stalking Hides for emphasis and silently slipped off into the forest. Barely 100 paces from where her companions were standing was a clearing, in the center of which stood a makeshift building of some sort and off to the side, a large fire. Circling the fire, 8 commonly dressed men stood linking arms and singing hymns of Seijam.</p><p></p><p>Now Aliimulu was perplexed. She had been expecting to find Fortinbras held captive by nothing less than a group of Ogres, only to find some sort of ritual in Seijam’s honour (being very poorly versed on theology herself, she recognized the hymn and put 2 and 2 together)</p><p></p><p>A top the platform stood a large man wearing the robes of a priest. Was it Fortinbras? In the dark, it was hard to tell. She furrowed her brow. She knew Fort’s Goddess, Aviva, was a member of Seijam’s court, but knew little else about their relationship. It was possible Fort was leading, or at least taking part in this religious ceremony. </p><p></p><p>She was about to return to the others to give her scouting report when a buzz of excitement began to build amongst the crowd.</p><p></p><p>A boy, about 11 years old, Ali guessed, was being carried by two large, armored men. As they came closer to the fire’s light it became obvious the boy was dressed in the robes of a Druid, and the armor of the men carrying him bore the symbol of the Kelmarn Army; Justice’s hammer, striking a pool of hardened, black lava.</p><p></p><p>The man standing on the makeshift tower spoke, </p><p></p><p>“Step forward boy.”</p><p></p><p>He had a deep, commanding voice that somehow managed to have a soothing quality as well. </p><p></p><p>The boy stepped forward. </p><p></p><p>The man on the platform lit a torch on either side of him. He was a strapping man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties but it was hard to tell for certain. His head was shaved bald and his face was covered by a neatly trimmed and rather distinguished goatee. His robes were adorned with the markings of one of Seijam’s Priests, a Righteous Judge. He spoke again:</p><p></p><p>“You were found trespassing on land that was not your own or owned by your peoples, do you deny it?”</p><p></p><p>The boy made eye contact with the Judge and shook his head firmly.</p><p></p><p>The Judge opened a large book and held it in front of him.</p><p></p><p>“As is written in His book, you shall be given the opportunity to explain yourself and perhaps receive an acquittal for you crime in the process. If you wish to do so, do it now. </p><p></p><p>The boy spoke clearly and firmly, but in a child’s voice:</p><p></p><p>“I claim no land as my own, nor do my peoples. Where is it then we should tread?”</p><p></p><p>“When you refer to ‘your people’ you mean those residing beyond the border of Kelmarn, in the Druid Wood, correct?”</p><p></p><p>The boy nodded.</p><p></p><p>“So you have wittingly crossed the borders of Kelmar, a land in which you are a foreigner, correct?”</p><p></p><p>“We acknowledge no such border, but are aware of it. Yes.”</p><p></p><p>“Then, as is bidden by Kelmarn law, you must swear allegiance to one of the Gods or Goddesses recognized by the Parthenon. If you refuse, it will be assumed that you follow one of the Fallen, or one of the Unmentionables and will be cast from our lands; bound and blind-folded, we will carry you to the border of your people and place you on their land. Once removed from our country on these grounds you will be considered exiled and unable to return for punishment of death.”</p><p></p><p>He spoke eagerly:</p><p></p><p>“I swear allegiance to our Blessed Mother, the Life-Giver.”</p><p></p><p>The priest frowned deeply at the word, 'our' and continued his speech,</p><p></p><p>“There is no such God or Goddess in the Celestial Hierarchy. Do you proclaim yourself an Atheist?”</p><p></p><p>“I commune with no God or Goddess, nor due I revere one.”</p><p></p><p>“According to His book, failure to acknowledge the Glory of the Heavens or the Hells is Atheism, and punishable by death, do you understand this?”</p><p></p><p>The boy nodded, numbly.</p><p></p><p>The priest stroked his finely-trimmed beard, grasping the Holy-Symbol around his neck before speaking,</p><p></p><p>“Then you are sentenced to burning, on the charge of Atheism”.</p><p></p><p>He snapped his Tome shut and nodded to the armored men who carried the boy to the far side of the fire and bound him to the trunk of a large oak tree. The crowd who’d been watching suddenly came alive. Some piled kindling at his feet, others jeered and cast stones at him.</p><p></p><p>The noise from the crowd snapped Aliimulu out of her horror-borne daze. She cooed, signaling Hazel to fetch the others and began to creep around behind the oak tree to which the Druid child was bound.</p><p></p><p>The sticks, rocks and curses continued to fly,</p><p></p><p>“You’re going to BURN, He-Witch!”</p><p></p><p>“If you think this fire is hot, wait until you feel His wrath, heathen!”</p><p></p><p>“After the flesh has melted from your bones, your mother will be tortured and executed because of your needless insolence!”</p><p></p><p>A river of tears began to stream steadily down the child’s face, mixing with the blood pouring from a gash on his face. </p><p></p><p>*****</p><p>Ariston was just drifting off to sleep when Hazel descended upon him, fluttering and screeching frantically. </p><p></p><p>He stood up and stretched his arms out wide. </p><p></p><p>“Alright then Basyl, I suppose its time to save the day once again! Do you have a plan in mind, or should I come up with one?”</p><p></p><p>The wizard nodded. </p><p></p><p>“Just follow my lead.”</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Before Ali had crept close enough to attempt to free the young Druid, Fortinbras burst into action.</p><p></p><p>Appearing, seemingly from thin air, he bellowed and charged towards the boy, knocking aside the rabble-rousers with his mace and shield. Before he could get to the child however, the two armored men cut him off, striking at him with their bastard swords.</p><p></p><p>The first soldier's strike cut him deeply across his left shin, Fort deflected the second man’s attack with his shield and quickly froze him with a hold person spell.</p><p></p><p>The Priest who had conducted the trial had meanwhile climbed down from his platform, and imbued himself with Righteous Might, growing to a height of nearly 3 meters.</p><p></p><p>Ali, wary of a mob, cast entangle upon the crowd. Vines sprung up from the earth at her command and held 7 of the 10 fast. The other three sprinted for the woods as the She-Ranger drew her stilettos and burst into the fray. She sprinted towards the soldier engaged at melee with Fortinbras. </p><p></p><p>She arrived just as Fort had taken a particularly nasty blow to the head. His helmet had saved his brains from being spilt onto the forest floor, but he hadn’t yet recovered from the impact of the blow. </p><p></p><p>In a whirlwind of motion, Ali jabbed at the soldier from behind** with both weapons and they responded in kind, penetrating armor and biting, hard. She then swiftly kicked at his knee, landing a solid blow that sent the soldier tumbling to the ground and plunged her elongated dagger into his throat. In a matter of seconds, the Ranger/Bandit had reduced a Soldier of Kelmar to nothing more than a pathetic, dying gurgle.</p><p></p><p>The Righteous Judge of Siejam thundered towards them and stopped at a distance of two meters. He extended his unnaturally large finger and accused them:</p><p></p><p>“You have interfered with, then committed murder in a Holy Court of Seijam. You are sentenced to death! Will you release yourselves into my custody until the date of your trial?”</p><p></p><p>Fortinbras responded my hitting the Priest with Searing Light.</p><p></p><p>“You dare to accuse us of murder when you would execute a child? You will be the one who burns, you have fallen !”</p><p></p><p>Fortinbras was nearly purple with rage.</p><p></p><p>Ali cut furiously at their enlarged accuser, but couldn’t penetrate his armor or even disrupt his sell-casting.</p><p></p><p>Seijam’s Judge grasped his amulet and spoke shortly in a beautifully undecipherable language. Suddenly Fortinbras was upon his knees, writhing in pain so severe, only a victim of Siejam’s wrath could know. He finally curled up into the fetal position and with a few hard-fought breaths, granted himself Aviva’s Sanctuary.</p><p></p><p>Aliimulu swallowed hard. This didn’t appear to be a fair fight. She jabbed at the Priest again, cutting him lightly on the arm and sprinted to the other side of the clearing, trying to reach the boy, who was still bound to the oak..</p><p></p><p>The Righteous Judge opted not to give chase, instead grasping his amulet once again, preparing to end Aliimulu’s life in a burst of holy fire.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Ali received a message from Ariston.</p><p></p><p>“Get…DOWN!”</p><p></p><p>She dove behind the largest tree she could find.</p><p></p><p>Before the Battle Priest could finish preparing the spell however, the sky opened and he was bombarded him with ice shards of all shapes and sizes. Some were in fact, quite large.</p><p></p><p>He futilely attempted to ward off the attack with his hands, but they were cut to shreds. He was bleeding, bruised and quite angry when it ended. </p><p></p><p>He looked around furiously for his attacker, but found nothing and suddenly becoming quite nervous. He spotted the girl untying the druid-child from the tree and grimaced. She couldn’t have evoked such magic and he was loathe to let a sentenced criminal(s) go freely, but apparently she could call on allies he was not prepared to defend against. </p><p></p><p>He kissed a ring on his left hand and disappeared with a *CRACK*</p><p></p><p></p><p>*Mudsucker is a term used by Rangers for those inexperienced in the wilderness. They always seem to end up face down in the mud.</p><p></p><p>** Aliimulu's magical set of hides were a gift from her father and In addition to being Hide Armor +2, provide ample bonuses to hide and move silently(12). She has carried them with her from the start and only recently has she been able to wear them. Ali has not yet discovered the full extent of the armor's enchantment.</p><p></p><p>***As a level 3 Outlaw of the Crimson Road, Ali receives +2d6 ambush bonus (works the same as a rogue's Sneak attack).</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="zevon, post: 799465, member: 10800"] The rain had stopped, but the air and ground were still heavy and wetted. Aliimulu allowed her eyes to adjust to the ample moonlight, and knelt close to the ground, scouring for tracks. “FOORRRRT! FOOORTINBRAAAAS!” Ariston had cupped both hands around his mouth and was shouting the cleric’s name. At this the Ranger shot him an enraged look and hissed balefully, “You imbecile! You….you moronic, incompetent *mudsucker!” Ariston, as usual was oblivious, or pretending to be so. “Who?” He paused for drama, unnecessarily. “Me?” “YES” Ali was now struggling to keep her own voice in check. “Use your pitiful excuse for a brain.” She stood chest-to-chest with Ariston (or more accurately, chest to waist), jabbing her finger into his rib-cage for emphasis. “If Fort can here you shout like that, so can everything else and we are wanted criminals, we’re not exactly discussing advanced Rangering here!” Ariston let this sink in for a moment, scratching his chin (which had acquired a good bit of blonde stubble since bolting into the wild) before replying. “I suppose I would be attracted to a voice as elegant and melodious as my own. Very astute as usual Ali. Perhaps Basyl should commence with the shouting.” Aliimulu growled and clenched her jaw so tightly that her teeth made an audible ‘click’. “Then again, perhaps not. Have you found any clues to where Fort might’ve gone to?” “Yes, but I’m not entirely positive they’re his tracks, the rocky terrain here in the cliffs makes it difficult to track anything, let alone in the dark.” She sighed, “That’s on reason I led us here actually. You said he went to collect firewood right? It should be easy to find his trail at the forest’s edge.” Aliimulu had no trouble picking up the trail once reaching the forest, and she spent the better part of an hour with her eyes on the ground, enduring Ariston’s chatter and Basyl’s silence-shattering shuffle-walk, every step of the way. Miraculously, Ariston suddenly stopped talking. Aliimulu was about to sent a prayer of thanks to Munamani, the androgynous deity of Wishes and Aspirations, when he spoke again. “Hold!” His whisper drifted softly to the others’ ears and all three of them froze, ears cocked. Aliimulu heard the sound of voices being carried downwind. She was annoyed at herself for letting the Bard get to her and in her frustration, letting her guard down. She should have picked up the voices thirty paces back. The Bard and the Ranger remained frozen, listening intently, the Wizard and Fatespinner began to meditate and clear his hate. The first two conferred, whispering. “Sounds like a fairly large group, I hear at eight voices” Aliimulu bit her lip and concentrated, “No, there are more, I hear at least 10. Maybe more. Let me go ahead, I’ll do a bit scouting. You two wait here. Hazel will come for you if I’m in trouble.” Basyl glanced up, suddenly aware of the large, velvety-black Owl. Hazel hadn’t been around in several days, but now was perched on Ali’s shoulder. He raised his eyebrows passively, her relationship with the raptor never ceased to amaze him. The Wizard frowned, “I don’t have invisibility prepared…” Ariston spoke up, much too loudly, “Here, I’ll do it!” He said plainly. Aliimulu waived him off. Save it, few have eyes or ears enough to make me in broad day-light. In the darkness, I’ll be nearly invisible anyhow.” She patted her *Stalking Hides for emphasis and silently slipped off into the forest. Barely 100 paces from where her companions were standing was a clearing, in the center of which stood a makeshift building of some sort and off to the side, a large fire. Circling the fire, 8 commonly dressed men stood linking arms and singing hymns of Seijam. Now Aliimulu was perplexed. She had been expecting to find Fortinbras held captive by nothing less than a group of Ogres, only to find some sort of ritual in Seijam’s honour (being very poorly versed on theology herself, she recognized the hymn and put 2 and 2 together) A top the platform stood a large man wearing the robes of a priest. Was it Fortinbras? In the dark, it was hard to tell. She furrowed her brow. She knew Fort’s Goddess, Aviva, was a member of Seijam’s court, but knew little else about their relationship. It was possible Fort was leading, or at least taking part in this religious ceremony. She was about to return to the others to give her scouting report when a buzz of excitement began to build amongst the crowd. A boy, about 11 years old, Ali guessed, was being carried by two large, armored men. As they came closer to the fire’s light it became obvious the boy was dressed in the robes of a Druid, and the armor of the men carrying him bore the symbol of the Kelmarn Army; Justice’s hammer, striking a pool of hardened, black lava. The man standing on the makeshift tower spoke, “Step forward boy.” He had a deep, commanding voice that somehow managed to have a soothing quality as well. The boy stepped forward. The man on the platform lit a torch on either side of him. He was a strapping man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties but it was hard to tell for certain. His head was shaved bald and his face was covered by a neatly trimmed and rather distinguished goatee. His robes were adorned with the markings of one of Seijam’s Priests, a Righteous Judge. He spoke again: “You were found trespassing on land that was not your own or owned by your peoples, do you deny it?” The boy made eye contact with the Judge and shook his head firmly. The Judge opened a large book and held it in front of him. “As is written in His book, you shall be given the opportunity to explain yourself and perhaps receive an acquittal for you crime in the process. If you wish to do so, do it now. The boy spoke clearly and firmly, but in a child’s voice: “I claim no land as my own, nor do my peoples. Where is it then we should tread?” “When you refer to ‘your people’ you mean those residing beyond the border of Kelmarn, in the Druid Wood, correct?” The boy nodded. “So you have wittingly crossed the borders of Kelmar, a land in which you are a foreigner, correct?” “We acknowledge no such border, but are aware of it. Yes.” “Then, as is bidden by Kelmarn law, you must swear allegiance to one of the Gods or Goddesses recognized by the Parthenon. If you refuse, it will be assumed that you follow one of the Fallen, or one of the Unmentionables and will be cast from our lands; bound and blind-folded, we will carry you to the border of your people and place you on their land. Once removed from our country on these grounds you will be considered exiled and unable to return for punishment of death.” He spoke eagerly: “I swear allegiance to our Blessed Mother, the Life-Giver.” The priest frowned deeply at the word, 'our' and continued his speech, “There is no such God or Goddess in the Celestial Hierarchy. Do you proclaim yourself an Atheist?” “I commune with no God or Goddess, nor due I revere one.” “According to His book, failure to acknowledge the Glory of the Heavens or the Hells is Atheism, and punishable by death, do you understand this?” The boy nodded, numbly. The priest stroked his finely-trimmed beard, grasping the Holy-Symbol around his neck before speaking, “Then you are sentenced to burning, on the charge of Atheism”. He snapped his Tome shut and nodded to the armored men who carried the boy to the far side of the fire and bound him to the trunk of a large oak tree. The crowd who’d been watching suddenly came alive. Some piled kindling at his feet, others jeered and cast stones at him. The noise from the crowd snapped Aliimulu out of her horror-borne daze. She cooed, signaling Hazel to fetch the others and began to creep around behind the oak tree to which the Druid child was bound. The sticks, rocks and curses continued to fly, “You’re going to BURN, He-Witch!” “If you think this fire is hot, wait until you feel His wrath, heathen!” “After the flesh has melted from your bones, your mother will be tortured and executed because of your needless insolence!” A river of tears began to stream steadily down the child’s face, mixing with the blood pouring from a gash on his face. ***** Ariston was just drifting off to sleep when Hazel descended upon him, fluttering and screeching frantically. He stood up and stretched his arms out wide. “Alright then Basyl, I suppose its time to save the day once again! Do you have a plan in mind, or should I come up with one?” The wizard nodded. “Just follow my lead.” ***** Before Ali had crept close enough to attempt to free the young Druid, Fortinbras burst into action. Appearing, seemingly from thin air, he bellowed and charged towards the boy, knocking aside the rabble-rousers with his mace and shield. Before he could get to the child however, the two armored men cut him off, striking at him with their bastard swords. The first soldier's strike cut him deeply across his left shin, Fort deflected the second man’s attack with his shield and quickly froze him with a hold person spell. The Priest who had conducted the trial had meanwhile climbed down from his platform, and imbued himself with Righteous Might, growing to a height of nearly 3 meters. Ali, wary of a mob, cast entangle upon the crowd. Vines sprung up from the earth at her command and held 7 of the 10 fast. The other three sprinted for the woods as the She-Ranger drew her stilettos and burst into the fray. She sprinted towards the soldier engaged at melee with Fortinbras. She arrived just as Fort had taken a particularly nasty blow to the head. His helmet had saved his brains from being spilt onto the forest floor, but he hadn’t yet recovered from the impact of the blow. In a whirlwind of motion, Ali jabbed at the soldier from behind** with both weapons and they responded in kind, penetrating armor and biting, hard. She then swiftly kicked at his knee, landing a solid blow that sent the soldier tumbling to the ground and plunged her elongated dagger into his throat. In a matter of seconds, the Ranger/Bandit had reduced a Soldier of Kelmar to nothing more than a pathetic, dying gurgle. The Righteous Judge of Siejam thundered towards them and stopped at a distance of two meters. He extended his unnaturally large finger and accused them: “You have interfered with, then committed murder in a Holy Court of Seijam. You are sentenced to death! Will you release yourselves into my custody until the date of your trial?” Fortinbras responded my hitting the Priest with Searing Light. “You dare to accuse us of murder when you would execute a child? You will be the one who burns, you have fallen !” Fortinbras was nearly purple with rage. Ali cut furiously at their enlarged accuser, but couldn’t penetrate his armor or even disrupt his sell-casting. Seijam’s Judge grasped his amulet and spoke shortly in a beautifully undecipherable language. Suddenly Fortinbras was upon his knees, writhing in pain so severe, only a victim of Siejam’s wrath could know. He finally curled up into the fetal position and with a few hard-fought breaths, granted himself Aviva’s Sanctuary. Aliimulu swallowed hard. This didn’t appear to be a fair fight. She jabbed at the Priest again, cutting him lightly on the arm and sprinted to the other side of the clearing, trying to reach the boy, who was still bound to the oak.. The Righteous Judge opted not to give chase, instead grasping his amulet once again, preparing to end Aliimulu’s life in a burst of holy fire. Suddenly, Ali received a message from Ariston. “Get…DOWN!” She dove behind the largest tree she could find. Before the Battle Priest could finish preparing the spell however, the sky opened and he was bombarded him with ice shards of all shapes and sizes. Some were in fact, quite large. He futilely attempted to ward off the attack with his hands, but they were cut to shreds. He was bleeding, bruised and quite angry when it ended. He looked around furiously for his attacker, but found nothing and suddenly becoming quite nervous. He spotted the girl untying the druid-child from the tree and grimaced. She couldn’t have evoked such magic and he was loathe to let a sentenced criminal(s) go freely, but apparently she could call on allies he was not prepared to defend against. He kissed a ring on his left hand and disappeared with a *CRACK* *Mudsucker is a term used by Rangers for those inexperienced in the wilderness. They always seem to end up face down in the mud. ** Aliimulu's magical set of hides were a gift from her father and In addition to being Hide Armor +2, provide ample bonuses to hide and move silently(12). She has carried them with her from the start and only recently has she been able to wear them. Ali has not yet discovered the full extent of the armor's enchantment. ***As a level 3 Outlaw of the Crimson Road, Ali receives +2d6 ambush bonus (works the same as a rogue's Sneak attack). [/QUOTE]
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