seasong's Light Against the Dark III (Sep 29th)

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First Post
Light Against the Dark I and (PDF version)
Light Against the Dark II (PDF version coming soon)

The Character Sheets
The Website

In brief summary:

Our heroes, Bellos, Greppa and Merideth, are citizens of the city-state Theralis, devoted to bringing their home through the developing crises safely and well. Although Theralis has begun to turn the tide against the orcs, there are disturbing hints that that the battles fought so far were merely the side effects of a greater war... one between the gods themselves.

In investigating the causes of the war, Greppa has encountered and spoken with a fiend... a lost God consigned to the infernal realms a thousand years or more ago, during the last major upheaval among the gods. He has decided to investigate the allegations of the fiend, and determine for himself what his goddess Allas is not telling him. Merideth has agreed, and Bellos, though wary of the fiend, continues to accompany the two.

We join them as they leave Tuoma, a northern city-state (and the locus of trade between The North and the southern city-states) to head east... into the very heart of orc expansion.

For more details, see Part I and Part II!

Our heroes:

Bellos the Brewer: Taller than either of the other two, but still something of a midget beside the real warriors of Aglaonis and Theralis both, Bellos is a slender, athletic man with dark, curly locks, a tan, unshaven face, and dark, dangerous blue eyes. A thick, meat cleaver-like iron sword (common to the Aglaonis region) lays across his back, a thick leather belt holds his tunic tight, and winged sandals adorn his feet. He wears steel bracers, and a white cloak of a long-forgotten militant Order of Allas. He bears a birthmark in the shape of Allas' symbol upon his neck.

Greppa of Tartwater: A fragile-looking ellini barely topping five feet, Greppa looks to be seventeen years of age, but in truth he is an arcanist of near-legendary calibre, already the equal of any Theralese arcanist save two. He has caramel skin, auburn hair, and dark, intense eyes. He bears the same birthmark as Bellos, but placed on his upper right chest, just below the collarbone. He is dressed in a dark, ankle-length tunic (held by a thick leather belt), a finely stitched coat, steel bracers, and a white silk cloak. He bears no weapons save a knife.

Merideth of Southbottom: A slender, pale woman with short, black hair and wide, dark eyes, Merideth has blossomed into a powerful and attractive mindworker whose servant background is rarely suspected. She bears the same birthmark as the other two, but on her left calf. Merideth wears a practical knee-length tunic (held by a thick leather belt) and coat, both dark brown, steel bracers, and the white silk cloak and clasp of Allas. She carries a single spear, made by a long-forgotten militant Order of Allas, and wears an even more ancient circlet upon her brow from the buried military of Kithios.
 
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Good People

They're just tribesfolk, Bellos reminded himself. A staunch Aglaonese citizen, he lacked any real love of the tribes, although he respected their valor in combat. Greppa and Merideth, however, seemed to be half orc themselves. They had been running to Chatham's ward drum for days now, stopping at practically every tribal camp they had come across and spending a day just... hanging around.

Socializing - it wasn't what Bellos liked best, by a long stretch. He preferred clean wilderness, solitude, or crushing battle. He did not prefer consorting with enemy fiends, lollygagging with tribals, or watching Greppa summon Uripedas just to groom and chat. And yet... The things I do for Allas, and he shook his head and continued to watch.

He understood, essentially, what was going on. They needed supplies kept light, and trading with tribals for meat along the way was a good idea. It was the fact that trading seemed to take all day, while Greppa shared drinks with shamans and Merideth practically hung on Chatham's arm, and while Chatham swapped constant stories with the current tribals... that was what grated the most.

He smiled when he needed to. He played dumb. He watched. And then Merideth took him aside... "You think we are wasting our time." It was not a question.

He sighed, "Look, Merideth, we spend a day with every tribe we come across. What am I supposed to think? That we are rushing?"

"You're the expert about the wild. How far have we come?"

Warily, he looked at her, "I'm not sure, perhaps.." his eyes widened. He looked at the stars. He thought back over the past week of running. Quietly, almost in awe, "Four hundred miles. At a minimum."

"Without Chatham, and without stopping for the tribes, how far would we have gotten?"

"Perhaps half that."

"So we go at Chatham's pace, agreed?"

Stiffly, his eyes narrowed at her tone, "Agreed. You could have just said that."

"You did not hear anyone when it was said the first time, a week ago. I decided it would be better if you heard it from yourself, instead of us." She paused, then looked at him warmly, "I know you don't always agree with us. I can sense your frustration. But until you give your opinion, there is no way for Greppa to accomodate it."

"Does Greppa accomodate your opinions?"

Merideth just grinned, then, mischievously, "He doesn't get much choice. I can have very loud opinions." Then, satisfied that she had averted as much ill will as she could between the two men, she nodded and wandered off to hang on Chatham's arm.

Bellos continued to sit where he was. And think.
 

Good summary and descriptions. Excellent interlude.

They certainly do have lots of thick leather belts between them, don't they?
 

Yay new thread! :D

I'm definitely sensing that this new group isn't quite as bonded together as the old one - and with very good reason (less time together, different backgrounds, etc.). Poor Bellos seems left out a lot of the time paired with a couple of spellcasters. I know you described his sling-shots as bone-crushing, but did they really make that much of a difference?

Not that I'm dissing on Bellos' player, mind you - I just worry about how long this grouping can last! :(

In the meantime, though, excellent storytelling as usual, seasong; thanks! :D
 



Just a quick note to faithful readers.

Not sure why seasong hasn't mentioned this, but (unless there is one today) there likely won't be an update this weekend either, because he and one of his players are going to an anime convention in Dallas.

Have a safe trip, guys. Good luck in the dealers' rooms--hard to leave those places with your wallet still intact. ^^;;
 
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<realizes it's her turn to bring this thread back to page 1, and does so with a small bump of her hip>

C'mon, seasong...the last update was on the 19th of May, and I know that unlike other people (me, for example), you don't actually take that long to scribble out an update. ^_^

Don't make me break out the pom poms. I look stupid with pom poms. ^^;;
 
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I'm still around. Personal stuff + work stuff + other stuff = no updates for way too long. There will also be no update this week, but I'm setting aside Saturday to try to catch up again.

Anyways, I apologize for the period of absence. The fastest way to kill a following is to not update for a while, and I'll do my best to make it up to those of y'all who hung around.
 

seasong said:
Anyways, I apologize for the period of absence. The fastest way to kill a following is to not update for a while, and I'll do my best to make it up to those of y'all who hung around.

Will there be abject apologies and pleas for forgiveness? Those are always fun! :D

He said, blithely ignoring how long it has been since his own SHs were updated.

I suspect there are still quite a few of us lurking out here :)


edit: their <> there and plees <> pleas
 
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