Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard
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crazy_monkey1956
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Both halflings look up at the centaur in something of a melding of fear and awe. Tarkesi takes a moment to compose himself before addressing Valen's questions, "The last time I saw Silvergard was on our way out. The orcs had breached the walls of the keep...I don't know what they did to the village. If they stayed, I'd imagine they'd have set up some kind of basic defenses...but they are orcs, so I don't imagine they'd be very good defenses." Norali stays quiet, listening attentively to her uncle, occassionally glancing at the group for reactions. Iphithis appears somewhat bored.
OOC: Anyone of a suspicious nature, please make a Sense Motive check.
OOC: Anyone of a suspicious nature, please make a Sense Motive check.
Valen's ponders the halfling's words. He did not know much about orcs, but underestimating an enemy seemed foolish to the young ranger. "Do you have, or did you hear any estimate of their numbers? Also, are there any ways of accessing the plateau other than the main road? What route did you use to escape?"
crazy_monkey1956
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At Valen's last question, Iphithis looks sharply at Tarkesi. Tarkesi clears his throat, "Ahem, yes, well, you know...magic, of course. As for getting to the plateau...um...climb the cliff I suppose. There was a whole mess of orcs that came out of the mountains and overran Vedlund before being turned back during the seige on the capitol. A couple of thousand I believe. I don't know if they all came through Silvergard and went back that way or not."
Yttermayn
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Aohdan noticed Iphithis's sudden movement and observed his expression for a moment. 'Something's not right...' he thought to himself. While he pondered Iphithis' reaction, a brilliant pinpoint of light appeared upon Iphithis' forehead, accompanied by a severe pain in Aohdan's head. His eyes rolled back in thier sockets and he staggered backwards, his suddenly ungracefull hind legs kicking over a chair while seeking secure footing. Finally, Aohdan's front and rear legs folded up abruptly and he sat on the floor, holding his head.
OOC: The other characters do not see the light, BTW.
Sense Motive (1d20-1=12)
OOC: The other characters do not see the light, BTW.
Sense Motive (1d20-1=12)
Valen's eyes narrowed at Iphitis's reaction, and Tarkesi's stammering. A couple of thousands! Climb the cliff! Are the rest of these folk skilled at mountaineering? Before he could verbalize his questions he saw the normally graceful centaur stumble, and sprang to Aohdan's side. "Are you ill, neighbor?" He then turned to Norali. "Can you help him, milady?"
Arkhandus
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"How difficult is it to reach the top of the cliff? Is it possible with a mule or otherwise without actually having to climb by hand? I'm not exactly practiced in mountaineering..." Alaric says, just before Aodhan's sudden collapse. The mage is startled, instinctively starting to reach towards the centaur, then stops himself. He's kind of lacking in muscle and doesn't even know what's wrong, so Alaric pulls back his hand, looking about for a moment.
Yttermayn
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Aohdan groaned. "My head... once injured..." he struggled to reassure his companions amidst the agony. "It will pass..." Aohdan rubbed the scar, hard, while he cradled his head in the other hand. After several moments like this and the pain began to recede, he spoke again in terse common. "I do not wish to interrupt this meeting any further. Please continue, and thank you for your concern." He looked up at Valen and gave him a grateful nod.
crazy_monkey1956
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Cut Scene: A flash of memory...
OOC: Yttermayn...remember how I said I may muck with Aohdan's background slightly...
OOC: The following is a cut scene for everyone but Aohdan. For Aohdan, this is what passes through his mind during the brief flash of pain...
8th month, 1141, just outside the city of Azgund
The sky was shadowed, unnaturally so, and it had the armies jittery. The Tureni foot soldiers, superstitious folk, were ill at ease. The presence of the elves helped to calm their nerves some, but the giants...the druid among them assured them that they were creatures of nature, but some of the soldiers had their doubts. A young centaur, hidden in a copse of trees, his curiosity having gotten the better of him, watched as a small group of Tureni soldiers approached a handful of the giant creatures known as ogres. The lead ogre glared at the humans, "What you want, little man?" The ogres were barely held in check by the one among them known as Urga. And Urga, along with the commander of the Eldritch Knights and the leader of the elven army, was in the capitol, speaking with the House of Lords. The Tureni soldiers wavered for a moment, but the leader of the group puffed out his chest and stood tall, refusing to be intimidated by the brutes, "We overheard what that white skinned giant said about you. How you're nothing but grunts and runts. That you don't deserve to even be called giants." The ogres bristled, several of them brandishing clubs. The biggest one, nearly four feet taller than the tall human who stood before him, stepped up to the man, puffed his own chest out, and glared down at him, "Who runt now, little man?"
The young centaur thought a fight might break out. He wondered if he should tell his parents. They had come with the elves, his father wanting to help fight in the war. As this passed through his mind, a strange light appeard in the sky, streaking across it like a bolt of lightning. It passed so quickly that he doubted anyone else had seen it. A small portion of the light broke off and veered toward the clearing where the ogres and the humans argued. Both groups looked up as the light hovered above them for a moment. Fear gripped both groups, and each looked as if they might bolt into the surrounding woods. The light descended upon them, swirled about them, lifting them from the ground. As the centaur watched, each ogre seemed to merge with one of the humans, creating a new being that melded aspects of both. As they descended to the ground, the new beings looked about in confusion for a moment, then the leader, a melding of the Tureni leader and the big ogre, let out a bellow and stomped his foot on the ground. The ground shook where his foot landed. The others followed and the entire clearing shook as if from an earthquake. The centaur lost his footing and fell, dashing his head against a large rock. As he lost consciousness, a small light, like the one in the clearing hovered over him. The last thing he saw was the light streaking at him.
When he awoke, he did not remember the incident in the clearing...but time had passed. The armies were gone. His parents were gone. And his head hurt.
OOC: Yttermayn...remember how I said I may muck with Aohdan's background slightly...
OOC: The following is a cut scene for everyone but Aohdan. For Aohdan, this is what passes through his mind during the brief flash of pain...
8th month, 1141, just outside the city of Azgund
The sky was shadowed, unnaturally so, and it had the armies jittery. The Tureni foot soldiers, superstitious folk, were ill at ease. The presence of the elves helped to calm their nerves some, but the giants...the druid among them assured them that they were creatures of nature, but some of the soldiers had their doubts. A young centaur, hidden in a copse of trees, his curiosity having gotten the better of him, watched as a small group of Tureni soldiers approached a handful of the giant creatures known as ogres. The lead ogre glared at the humans, "What you want, little man?" The ogres were barely held in check by the one among them known as Urga. And Urga, along with the commander of the Eldritch Knights and the leader of the elven army, was in the capitol, speaking with the House of Lords. The Tureni soldiers wavered for a moment, but the leader of the group puffed out his chest and stood tall, refusing to be intimidated by the brutes, "We overheard what that white skinned giant said about you. How you're nothing but grunts and runts. That you don't deserve to even be called giants." The ogres bristled, several of them brandishing clubs. The biggest one, nearly four feet taller than the tall human who stood before him, stepped up to the man, puffed his own chest out, and glared down at him, "Who runt now, little man?"
The young centaur thought a fight might break out. He wondered if he should tell his parents. They had come with the elves, his father wanting to help fight in the war. As this passed through his mind, a strange light appeard in the sky, streaking across it like a bolt of lightning. It passed so quickly that he doubted anyone else had seen it. A small portion of the light broke off and veered toward the clearing where the ogres and the humans argued. Both groups looked up as the light hovered above them for a moment. Fear gripped both groups, and each looked as if they might bolt into the surrounding woods. The light descended upon them, swirled about them, lifting them from the ground. As the centaur watched, each ogre seemed to merge with one of the humans, creating a new being that melded aspects of both. As they descended to the ground, the new beings looked about in confusion for a moment, then the leader, a melding of the Tureni leader and the big ogre, let out a bellow and stomped his foot on the ground. The ground shook where his foot landed. The others followed and the entire clearing shook as if from an earthquake. The centaur lost his footing and fell, dashing his head against a large rock. As he lost consciousness, a small light, like the one in the clearing hovered over him. The last thing he saw was the light streaking at him.
When he awoke, he did not remember the incident in the clearing...but time had passed. The armies were gone. His parents were gone. And his head hurt.
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