Six From Gate Pass - A War of the Burning Sky Campaign (3.5)

[Gregor]

Haddin grumpily returns his attention to his book, muttering occasionally under his breath and occasionally bursting into coughing fits as he turns each page.

[sblock="what Arnir knows"]Arnir, you don't know too much about domination spells as they are a relatively powerful form of compulsion enchantments. What you do know is that without the aid of detection magic, most compulsion enchantments require you to observe the behaviour of a potential subject of such a spell for any abnormalities.[/sblock]

Crystin freezes at Lars' words and then speaks in hushed whispers: "Were...were you also born with special powers? Sometimes, if I concentrate really hard, I can fix something broken or put a rabbit to sleep with just my mind! Father says its because of his training, but I don't believe him. I'm no good with his lessons and he has never taught me these things. What do you dream about ... oh I don't know your name. I dream about ... many things, mostly the flames which speak to me. Lately though I have dreamed about you and your friends, as well as the Ragesians."

Crystin lays out a bowl for everyone, and ladles in some hot stew made from root vegetables, horse meat and some woody mountain herbs. She takes a bowl over to her father and then returns to your company, sitting close to Lars in hopes that their conversation will continue. "Father!" she calls, "I know you don't like hearing about my dreams, but I saw these people in my mind. They are leaving this place, maybe we can go with them and get away from the Ragesians?"

From the other room comes the sound of a fist striking the stone bench, followed by Haddin's raspy voice: "Damn your visions you fool daughter of mine! There are no Ragesians coming and these people are nothing more than some stray puppies you lead home in hope of keeping them. You can feed them a meal and give them a bed for the night, but that is the last I'll hear of going anywhere!"

 

[Bannock]

Bannock swallows a spoonful of stew, and stops short of scooping a second into his mouth when he hears Haddin.

"The food is delicious, Crystin. Thank you. I don't like the way your father talks to you though. Can hardly abide 'im calling you a fool like that."

He says, looking at her with sincerity. He knows the difference between strict parenting and abusiveness, as his father was never for spoiling him. So far he can detect no undertone of affection for Crystin in Haddin's voice.

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr gladly accepts the meal.

"Thank you Crystin, this look delicious."

He is unsure what to make of this Wizard and his Seer Daughter. He has a look around the cabin to sees anything of interest.

 

[Adjuntive]

Alric listens to Kirio's words about the wizard intently. He doesn't understand domination magic, but it does perturbs him. In this manor he decides to trust in Arnir and Kirio.

Alric knows that Haddin has showed them honor in hospitality. Still, the wizard's attitude and this speak of "domination magic" makes him unsure of how to take the wizard. Whether to leave him to his own business, or intervene, Alric remains undecided. And on the other hand, Crystin's relationship with her father seems no worse than his upbringing on the surface. Though there is one thing he might add to this sordid conversation: a direct approach.

"I do not dream of dragons or Ragesian armies and inquisitors, but I do know with much certainty that the Ragesians follow in our wake towards the burning forest. With them will be inquisitors and no mage is safe from them regardless of their skill in camouflaging their nature. With respect sir, I do not wish to pry into your past, and your business is your own, but know my words are true."

 

[fromage67]

Crystin freezes at Lars' words and then speaks in hushed whispers: "Were...were you also born with special powers? Sometimes, if I concentrate really hard, I can fix something broken or put a rabbit to sleep with just my mind! Father says its because of his training, but I don't believe him. I'm no good with his lessons and he has never taught me these things. What do you dream about ... oh I don't know your name. I dream about ... many things, mostly the flames which speak to me. Lately though I have dreamed about you and your friends, as well as the Ragesians."

Crystin lays out a bowl for everyone, and ladles in some hot stew made from root vegetables, horse meat and some woody mountain herbs. She takes a bowl over to her father and then returns to your company, sitting close to Lars in hopes that their conversation will continue. "Father!" she calls, "I know you don't like hearing about my dreams, but I saw these people in my mind. They are leaving this place, maybe we can go with them and get away from the Ragesians?"

Lars replies in a low voice, "I don't know when It started, exactly. But, the first thing I remember, is that sometimes, when I was huddled in the dark in my hideaway at night, I learned how to make a small light."

Lars cups his hands, and blows lightly, yielding a cold, bluish light emanating from the palm of his hand.

"Then, later I learned how to make people be my friends, and other things. But I've always had the Dreams. I never thought my powers and the dreams were related. But now that I have met you, I am not so sure any more."

 

[Gregor]

Hrimr, you don't see anything of interest.

Crystin giggles as she sees Lars produce magical light in his hands and blushes when Bannock compliments her meal. "You're all so nice. Nobody has been this nice to me before. I just know you're the ones from my dream!"

"Well," says Haddin in response to Alric's words, "you look as Ragesian as my arse is white, so maybe you do know what they are up to. Chasing you are they? What kind of trouble have you brought to my home? Bah!" He shakes his head and slams his fist on the bench again before calming down. "If indeed you speak the truth ... and you are not just going along with the childish ramblings of my daughter, then the Ragesians will regret that decision. I have no idea why they would be interested in us, but my powers will render them useless when and if they arrive. I have no worries and we will not be leaving this place."

No more words are exchanged during dinner and night has fallen. The blazing forest, only a half of a mile away, bathes the house in flickering orange light and cinders dance in the air like millions of fireflies.

Haddin soon stands up, coughs for a few minutes and mutters something about being tired of breathing ash and then walks over to his bedroom. "Crystin, clean the dishes and go to bed. Leave these ... people, to their rooms. I'll expect you in bed soon." He then enters his room and closes the door.

 

[digimattic]

Arnir waits for an opportune moment and then pulls Lars aside, grabbing him by the arm and whispering quietly in to his face

"I need your help. Is anyone watching?"

 

[fromage67]

Arnir waits for an opportune moment and then pulls Lars aside, grabbing him by the arm and whispering quietly in to his face

"I need your help. Is anyone watching?"

Surprised, Lars nods at Arnir, "Uh, sure. What is it, Arnir?"

 

[Gregor]

Lars and Arnir, neither of you are able to tell if anyone is watching you, but everyone is eating dinner and Crystin is clearing some bowls.

 

[digimattic]

this is for lars!

[sblock]the old man...I want his book, and you want the girl to follow us, yes? do you think you'd be able to steal the book while he's asleep? That way they'd have no choice but to come....[/sblock]