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<blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 3773266" data-attributes="member: 11"><p><strong>Session #12 – “Choices. . . Choices. . .”</strong> (1)</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Isilem, the 23rd of Quark - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)</span></p><p></p><p>Morning found Timotheus Smith pale-faced and sweaty once again. He had a relapse of his bog flu, and the old women of the tribe hustled him back to the pest shack to be fretted over and fed strange sickly sweet purgatives and an incredibly spicy tea. Once again his noble companions were forced to go on without him. (2)</p><p></p><p>“You know, the only reason we are down here is because we can’t think of anything better to do,” Markos said, commiserating with Telémahkos about not wanting to go see Brother Cineas. The blond noble nodded quietly. “These pearls of power (3), or whatever they are, are much more intriguing, don’t you agree?”</p><p></p><p>Again, Telémahkos nodded, still fuming a bit about this journey to the Mounds of the Ray-Ree despite a night’s sleep. He dreaded what would come of it.</p><p></p><p>They approached the moat about the area of the mounds on horseback, led by Kermit on Duckhunter, and found the island it held was shielded from view by a circle of tall swamp pines. Looking beyond they could see the long earthen mounds, some as long as forty feet and as tall as fifteen, raised up on the slope of a hill. However, the very top of it was obscured by a steep depression.</p><p></p><p>They could see the moveable wooden bridge on the other side, sticking out from behind some trees. It looked heavy, and the deep round impressions in the earth on their side attested to this.</p><p></p><p>“Falco, get us across,” Laarus said to the hireling, and Falco frowned.</p><p></p><p>“And how should I do that?” he asked.</p><p> </p><p>“You are the scout, you are supposed to know,” Laarus replied, evidently unimpressed with the question and Falco’s attitude. “Wade in if you have to…”</p><p></p><p>Falco walked over to the edge and began to examine gap, but made no other obvious move to obey. The barrier was five or six feet deep before coming to the sludgy water of unknown depth. </p><p></p><p>Sighing, Telémahkos fetched a rope and grappling hook from his horse and a moment later affixed it to a tree on the other side with a deft flick. He fastened the other end to the saddle horn, and had Tymon hold the animal still as he shimmied across the taut rope to the other side. After quickly examining the well-constructed wooden bridge (it looked as if it were meant to be carried by four men), he crept further past the tall trees. He noted that the mound covered island did not simply taper up towards the center and have one depression at the top, but rather there were two more dips concealed tiny manicured gardens of small trees and brushes flanked by smaller mounds. Just at the edge of his sight, he could see a man fighting a loping figure with yellowed nacreous skin and stringy black hair. The man was tall with sinewy muscle. His head was shaved save for a small braided tuft at the back. He wore a black tunic and a long brown kilt that wrapped around his waist, along with long beaded chain holding a silver ankh emblazoned on a black jackal's head at the end. He fought with wide circling kicks, and close rapid punches, staying out of the range of the undead menace. A second figure was charging out from behind a mound at the monk.</p><p></p><p>Telémahkos hurried back and took the grapple from the tree. Dragging the bridge over he attached the grapple to one of the supports underneath, and called for Tymon to have the horse pull.</p><p></p><p>“The monk is in trouble!” He called over in a hissing whisper. He stepped to one side as Bleys, Dunlevey and Falco galloped over the bridge once it was in place, and then Tymon brought him his horse which he mounted.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know what those things are!” Telémahkos cried out to others, as Bleys let an arrow fly from his long bow and it bit into one of the mounds. The watch-mage brought his horse around to the right, while Dunlevey slowed his, not sure if charging down the embankment through the trees was the best idea for one with his limited equestrian ability. Victoria of Anhur, however, had no such trepidations, and charged right into the fray on Ironside. Unfortunately, one of the jaundiced creatures, naked and streaked with grave dirt, turned as she arrived, ducking the spear blow and clawing the horse’s flank. The militant of Anhur steeled herself for her horse’s reaction to the wound, but instead it was rigid and an unmoving, its eyes open and not blinking.</p><p></p><p>“Unholy fiend!” Victoria swore, leaping off her paralyzed horse. She drove her spear deep into the ghoul and it snarled, clawing the spear away. Such a blow would have easily killed a normal man.</p><p></p><p>“What allies are these in my hour of need?” the fighting monk said, looking at Victoria, as he kicked the other ghoul back and fell back into a crouched fighting position.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, both Falco and Dunlevey were surprised by ghoulish figures emerging from the trees.</p><p></p><p>“Falco! To me!” Telémahkos called, fear in his voice. He was hanging back still not far from the bridge, with Tymon not too far away either, held back by his master’s will. </p><p></p><p>But Falco did not obey. While Dunlevey had withdrawn from his opponent to better prepare his defense by dismounting, and readying his shield, Falco whispered with a tone known to those practiced in the arcane arts. “Shu, I call on you to obscure the air with the mists of the highlands…”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, a swirling mist burst out from his position, obscuring the area about the tree he was beside and the ghoul that was attacking him.</p><p></p><p>The ghoul Dunlevey had withdrawn from, decided to run at the still mounted Bleys instead of chasing the hireling, but the watch-mage easily pulled his horse’s head away to avoid the wild thing. This one had long thick black hair crusted with blood, and wore woolen rags tied all over its body covered with weeping sores. </p><p></p><p>“Ra! Use me as your vessel and reveal your power to these monstrosities!” Laarus of Ra called out, holding his ankh-emblazoned sun holy symbol aloft. Most of the ghouls began to flee, except the one reaching for Bleys’ horse again. Dunlevey ran at it, chopping down at it with his long sword, but over-extending himself as it leapt back more deftly than he had imagined it could. An arrow from Kermit, who had finally come over the bridge upon Duckhunter, lodged in the ghoul’s back. (4)</p><p></p><p>Laarus turned his horse and drove it back toward Bleys, dismounting to aid with the one that had flouted Ra’s will.</p><p></p><p>“Are you alright?” Victoria asked the monk as the ghouls fled.</p><p></p><p>“I will be better once these creatures are destroyed!” He replied, charging after one of the undead. His blow missed, as it leapt at the last minute, falling into a roll. It climbed back onto its feet, and continued its run. </p><p></p><p>That ghoul followed another into the muddy gap around the area of the mounds and soon they floundered and disappeared leaving behind large bursting bubbles.</p><p></p><p>“They may eventually make their way out the other side, but they will not return again so soon,” the monk said to Victoria, as they watched them sink.</p><p></p><p>The remaining ghoul had been quickly surrounded, and penned in by Laarus and Telémahkos, it was unable to avoid Dunlevey’s devastating blows. He sliced hunks of bug-infested flesh from the thing, and it fell into a jiggling pile of congealing mess.</p><p></p><p>As they gathered to greet the monk, Telémahkos leaned over to Falco. “I did not know we had a devotee of Shu among our number…” he said, with a sly nod.</p><p></p><p>“You don’t,” Falco replied curtly, walking off to retrieve his horse, which had sent out of the mist just as the ghouls had fled.</p><p></p><p>After thanking the young nobles for their aid, the monk introduced himself as Brother Cineas. </p><p></p><p>“We are from Thricia,” Bleys said, with respect in his voice for the young monk’s station. “We have been staying with the Ray-Ree and gifting them our aid.” He introduced himself and the rest of the party. Cineas bowed low to Laarus of Ra, and gave an extra respectful nod to Victoria.</p><p></p><p>“Are you often beset by these creatures?” Victoria asked.</p><p></p><p>“They seem to have grown more brazen since my return from the convocation,” the monk replied. “It was when I was a boy that that a party of adventurers penetrated the seal that closed the portal to the kingdom of the ghouls… Since then, the Devoured Town might be more aptly named the ‘Town of Devourers’.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, we were hoping we might learn more about this Devoured Town, and about the Moor-Tombs beyond the Ickle Trick,” Bleys said. “It is for this reason we have come…”</p><p></p><p>“Yes… I imagined it must be something like that, even when I was a young novice here learning with Master Oneidas, did adventuring bands such as yourselves come and seek out my master for his lore of the area,” The monk bowed again. “Come with me and we shall share tea and discuss the matter.”</p><p></p><p>He led them to a very small cottage carved of limestone that was not common to this area. Within its cool and barren confines, he brewed tea atop a tiny stone stove, and poured them some in cracked cups. He ripped a loaf of bread apart with his hands to make sure everyone had about the same morsel.</p><p></p><p>The signers of the Charter of Schiereiland were disappointed with what they learned from Brother Cineas. He knew little more about the King Stones than they did, as he considered those tombs defiled and plundered long before he was ever born, and beyond his ability or that of the Ray-Ree to reestablish or maintain. He knew nothing specific about the tomb of Dalvan d’Amberville, and warned them against trying to use the bridge out of the Devoured Town.</p><p></p><p>“Many stalwart groups have entered the ruins of that town well-armed and none have ever returned, well… None save the priest of Bast,” (5) Cineas said. “There are bound to be many powerful items there, brought by those groups, but the items did not seem to help. Those who come seeking more them seem to ignore this fact…”</p><p></p><p>“How else can we cross the Ickle Trik?” Bleys asked. “How wide is it?”</p><p></p><p>“Wide?” The monk frowned.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, wide… Can we swim across?” Bleys continued his questions.</p><p></p><p>“Its width varies, but it is a strong and deep current. You will be unable to cross unless you can… Perhaps conjure a boat…?”</p><p></p><p>“Well that leaves that out,” Telémahkos said.</p><p></p><p>Markos shook his head. He had learned a spell at his recent stay at the University of Thricia that allowed him to conjure a boat. (6)</p><p></p><p>“Cineas, let me ask you, this tomb of Dalvan, would it not violate Anubis’ laws to penetrate it?” Laarus asked.</p><p></p><p>“He and his followers were known as necromancers. Their tombs are not consecrated and need to be razed,” the monk explained. “There are many in there, and in these past centuries some have been destroyed, andstill others have sunk into the loam to never be seen again.”</p><p></p><p>“But not the tomb of Dalvan d’Amberville?” Bleys asked. He opened the map that Malcolm the Bronze had given him.</p><p></p><p>“I do not know. I have been to the moors, but have not seen it,” Cineas looked at the map. “Ah! The masks. I know of the masks. . . They are stone obelisks marked with masks… They lead to a stone spire deep in the moors.” (7)</p><p></p><p>“What else can you tell us about the moors on that side of the Ickle Trik?” Bleys asked.</p><p></p><p>Cineas warned them about something he called ‘the Cult of the Mummies’. He did not believe they were true mummies, but could not eliminate the possibility that they were still undead. “They may only be a tribe of men who dress as such, or some other creature entirely…”</p><p></p><p>Bleys explained that they were seeking an amulet holy to <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Fallon" target="_blank">Fallon</a>, and Cineas agreed that was a worthy goal.</p><p></p><p>“Would you like to accompany us?” Bleys asked.</p><p></p><p>“My duty is here,” Brother Cineas replied.</p><p></p><p>Not too much later the young nobles were riding back to the Ray-Ree village. Nothing had convinced them of the need to seek out the Moor-Tomb immediately, and Telémahkos and Markos voiced their preference for exploring the King Stones. Laarus and Victoria agreed to going there first, and Bleys remained silent, knowing his own will had been overruled.</p><p></p><p><em>…to be continued…</em> </p><p></p><p>-----------------------------------------------</p><p><strong>Notes:</strong></p><p></p><p>(1) This session was played on July 8, 2007.</p><p></p><p>(2) Ciaran, who plays Tim, was unable to make it to the session.</p><p></p><p>(3) Despite being told that “pearls of power” refer to a specific kind of priestly magical item, Markos persisted on using this term.</p><p></p><p>(4) Corporeal undead have DR 5/ slashing.</p><p></p><p>(5) Readers of the <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=76999" target="_blank">“Out of the Frying Pan” story hour</a> might have realized this is a reference to <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Roland+Eremicia+of+Bast" target="_blank">Roland Eremecia of Bast</a> and one of the scenes from that campaign’s session #101.</p><p></p><p>(6) <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Spell+-+Conjure+Boat" target="_blank"><em>Conjure Boat</em></a></p><p></p><p>(7) <a href="http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Map+-+Moor-Tomb+Map" target="_blank"><em>Click here</em></a> to see the Moor-Tomb map.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="el-remmen, post: 3773266, member: 11"] [b]Session #12 – “Choices. . . Choices. . .”[/b] (1) [size=5]Isilem, the 23rd of Quark - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)[/size] Morning found Timotheus Smith pale-faced and sweaty once again. He had a relapse of his bog flu, and the old women of the tribe hustled him back to the pest shack to be fretted over and fed strange sickly sweet purgatives and an incredibly spicy tea. Once again his noble companions were forced to go on without him. (2) “You know, the only reason we are down here is because we can’t think of anything better to do,” Markos said, commiserating with Telémahkos about not wanting to go see Brother Cineas. The blond noble nodded quietly. “These pearls of power (3), or whatever they are, are much more intriguing, don’t you agree?” Again, Telémahkos nodded, still fuming a bit about this journey to the Mounds of the Ray-Ree despite a night’s sleep. He dreaded what would come of it. They approached the moat about the area of the mounds on horseback, led by Kermit on Duckhunter, and found the island it held was shielded from view by a circle of tall swamp pines. Looking beyond they could see the long earthen mounds, some as long as forty feet and as tall as fifteen, raised up on the slope of a hill. However, the very top of it was obscured by a steep depression. They could see the moveable wooden bridge on the other side, sticking out from behind some trees. It looked heavy, and the deep round impressions in the earth on their side attested to this. “Falco, get us across,” Laarus said to the hireling, and Falco frowned. “And how should I do that?” he asked. “You are the scout, you are supposed to know,” Laarus replied, evidently unimpressed with the question and Falco’s attitude. “Wade in if you have to…” Falco walked over to the edge and began to examine gap, but made no other obvious move to obey. The barrier was five or six feet deep before coming to the sludgy water of unknown depth. Sighing, Telémahkos fetched a rope and grappling hook from his horse and a moment later affixed it to a tree on the other side with a deft flick. He fastened the other end to the saddle horn, and had Tymon hold the animal still as he shimmied across the taut rope to the other side. After quickly examining the well-constructed wooden bridge (it looked as if it were meant to be carried by four men), he crept further past the tall trees. He noted that the mound covered island did not simply taper up towards the center and have one depression at the top, but rather there were two more dips concealed tiny manicured gardens of small trees and brushes flanked by smaller mounds. Just at the edge of his sight, he could see a man fighting a loping figure with yellowed nacreous skin and stringy black hair. The man was tall with sinewy muscle. His head was shaved save for a small braided tuft at the back. He wore a black tunic and a long brown kilt that wrapped around his waist, along with long beaded chain holding a silver ankh emblazoned on a black jackal's head at the end. He fought with wide circling kicks, and close rapid punches, staying out of the range of the undead menace. A second figure was charging out from behind a mound at the monk. Telémahkos hurried back and took the grapple from the tree. Dragging the bridge over he attached the grapple to one of the supports underneath, and called for Tymon to have the horse pull. “The monk is in trouble!” He called over in a hissing whisper. He stepped to one side as Bleys, Dunlevey and Falco galloped over the bridge once it was in place, and then Tymon brought him his horse which he mounted. “I don’t know what those things are!” Telémahkos cried out to others, as Bleys let an arrow fly from his long bow and it bit into one of the mounds. The watch-mage brought his horse around to the right, while Dunlevey slowed his, not sure if charging down the embankment through the trees was the best idea for one with his limited equestrian ability. Victoria of Anhur, however, had no such trepidations, and charged right into the fray on Ironside. Unfortunately, one of the jaundiced creatures, naked and streaked with grave dirt, turned as she arrived, ducking the spear blow and clawing the horse’s flank. The militant of Anhur steeled herself for her horse’s reaction to the wound, but instead it was rigid and an unmoving, its eyes open and not blinking. “Unholy fiend!” Victoria swore, leaping off her paralyzed horse. She drove her spear deep into the ghoul and it snarled, clawing the spear away. Such a blow would have easily killed a normal man. “What allies are these in my hour of need?” the fighting monk said, looking at Victoria, as he kicked the other ghoul back and fell back into a crouched fighting position. Meanwhile, both Falco and Dunlevey were surprised by ghoulish figures emerging from the trees. “Falco! To me!” Telémahkos called, fear in his voice. He was hanging back still not far from the bridge, with Tymon not too far away either, held back by his master’s will. But Falco did not obey. While Dunlevey had withdrawn from his opponent to better prepare his defense by dismounting, and readying his shield, Falco whispered with a tone known to those practiced in the arcane arts. “Shu, I call on you to obscure the air with the mists of the highlands…” Suddenly, a swirling mist burst out from his position, obscuring the area about the tree he was beside and the ghoul that was attacking him. The ghoul Dunlevey had withdrawn from, decided to run at the still mounted Bleys instead of chasing the hireling, but the watch-mage easily pulled his horse’s head away to avoid the wild thing. This one had long thick black hair crusted with blood, and wore woolen rags tied all over its body covered with weeping sores. “Ra! Use me as your vessel and reveal your power to these monstrosities!” Laarus of Ra called out, holding his ankh-emblazoned sun holy symbol aloft. Most of the ghouls began to flee, except the one reaching for Bleys’ horse again. Dunlevey ran at it, chopping down at it with his long sword, but over-extending himself as it leapt back more deftly than he had imagined it could. An arrow from Kermit, who had finally come over the bridge upon Duckhunter, lodged in the ghoul’s back. (4) Laarus turned his horse and drove it back toward Bleys, dismounting to aid with the one that had flouted Ra’s will. “Are you alright?” Victoria asked the monk as the ghouls fled. “I will be better once these creatures are destroyed!” He replied, charging after one of the undead. His blow missed, as it leapt at the last minute, falling into a roll. It climbed back onto its feet, and continued its run. That ghoul followed another into the muddy gap around the area of the mounds and soon they floundered and disappeared leaving behind large bursting bubbles. “They may eventually make their way out the other side, but they will not return again so soon,” the monk said to Victoria, as they watched them sink. The remaining ghoul had been quickly surrounded, and penned in by Laarus and Telémahkos, it was unable to avoid Dunlevey’s devastating blows. He sliced hunks of bug-infested flesh from the thing, and it fell into a jiggling pile of congealing mess. As they gathered to greet the monk, Telémahkos leaned over to Falco. “I did not know we had a devotee of Shu among our number…” he said, with a sly nod. “You don’t,” Falco replied curtly, walking off to retrieve his horse, which had sent out of the mist just as the ghouls had fled. After thanking the young nobles for their aid, the monk introduced himself as Brother Cineas. “We are from Thricia,” Bleys said, with respect in his voice for the young monk’s station. “We have been staying with the Ray-Ree and gifting them our aid.” He introduced himself and the rest of the party. Cineas bowed low to Laarus of Ra, and gave an extra respectful nod to Victoria. “Are you often beset by these creatures?” Victoria asked. “They seem to have grown more brazen since my return from the convocation,” the monk replied. “It was when I was a boy that that a party of adventurers penetrated the seal that closed the portal to the kingdom of the ghouls… Since then, the Devoured Town might be more aptly named the ‘Town of Devourers’.” “Yes, we were hoping we might learn more about this Devoured Town, and about the Moor-Tombs beyond the Ickle Trick,” Bleys said. “It is for this reason we have come…” “Yes… I imagined it must be something like that, even when I was a young novice here learning with Master Oneidas, did adventuring bands such as yourselves come and seek out my master for his lore of the area,” The monk bowed again. “Come with me and we shall share tea and discuss the matter.” He led them to a very small cottage carved of limestone that was not common to this area. Within its cool and barren confines, he brewed tea atop a tiny stone stove, and poured them some in cracked cups. He ripped a loaf of bread apart with his hands to make sure everyone had about the same morsel. The signers of the Charter of Schiereiland were disappointed with what they learned from Brother Cineas. He knew little more about the King Stones than they did, as he considered those tombs defiled and plundered long before he was ever born, and beyond his ability or that of the Ray-Ree to reestablish or maintain. He knew nothing specific about the tomb of Dalvan d’Amberville, and warned them against trying to use the bridge out of the Devoured Town. “Many stalwart groups have entered the ruins of that town well-armed and none have ever returned, well… None save the priest of Bast,” (5) Cineas said. “There are bound to be many powerful items there, brought by those groups, but the items did not seem to help. Those who come seeking more them seem to ignore this fact…” “How else can we cross the Ickle Trik?” Bleys asked. “How wide is it?” “Wide?” The monk frowned. “Yes, wide… Can we swim across?” Bleys continued his questions. “Its width varies, but it is a strong and deep current. You will be unable to cross unless you can… Perhaps conjure a boat…?” “Well that leaves that out,” Telémahkos said. Markos shook his head. He had learned a spell at his recent stay at the University of Thricia that allowed him to conjure a boat. (6) “Cineas, let me ask you, this tomb of Dalvan, would it not violate Anubis’ laws to penetrate it?” Laarus asked. “He and his followers were known as necromancers. Their tombs are not consecrated and need to be razed,” the monk explained. “There are many in there, and in these past centuries some have been destroyed, andstill others have sunk into the loam to never be seen again.” “But not the tomb of Dalvan d’Amberville?” Bleys asked. He opened the map that Malcolm the Bronze had given him. “I do not know. I have been to the moors, but have not seen it,” Cineas looked at the map. “Ah! The masks. I know of the masks. . . They are stone obelisks marked with masks… They lead to a stone spire deep in the moors.” (7) “What else can you tell us about the moors on that side of the Ickle Trik?” Bleys asked. Cineas warned them about something he called ‘the Cult of the Mummies’. He did not believe they were true mummies, but could not eliminate the possibility that they were still undead. “They may only be a tribe of men who dress as such, or some other creature entirely…” Bleys explained that they were seeking an amulet holy to [url= http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Fallon]Fallon[/url], and Cineas agreed that was a worthy goal. “Would you like to accompany us?” Bleys asked. “My duty is here,” Brother Cineas replied. Not too much later the young nobles were riding back to the Ray-Ree village. Nothing had convinced them of the need to seek out the Moor-Tomb immediately, and Telémahkos and Markos voiced their preference for exploring the King Stones. Laarus and Victoria agreed to going there first, and Bleys remained silent, knowing his own will had been overruled. [I]…to be continued…[/I] ----------------------------------------------- [b]Notes:[/b] (1) This session was played on July 8, 2007. (2) Ciaran, who plays Tim, was unable to make it to the session. (3) Despite being told that “pearls of power” refer to a specific kind of priestly magical item, Markos persisted on using this term. (4) Corporeal undead have DR 5/ slashing. (5) Readers of the [url= http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=76999]“Out of the Frying Pan” story hour[/url] might have realized this is a reference to [url= http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Roland+Eremicia+of+Bast]Roland Eremecia of Bast[/url] and one of the scenes from that campaign’s session #101. (6) [url= http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Spell+-+Conjure+Boat][I]Conjure Boat[/I][/url] (7) [url= http://aquerra.wikispaces.com/Map+-+Moor-Tomb+Map][I]Click here[/I][/url] to see the Moor-Tomb map. [/QUOTE]
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