Struggle and Strife- A scarred lands storyhour

Glad to hear you like it! I like them as well, especially if they are not downright deadly. In other words, I always hated traps that meant save vs poison or die.
Anyway, the group enjoyed those traps quite a bit, especially since Torn got hit over and over again, like a character in a cartoon show like Roadrunner or Tom and Jerry. :D
 

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Secrets- part 3

With lightning speed, he simoultanously shouted:"Help me!" and dove down to the portcullis, grabbing it's lower bar with both hands. Niklas understood and dove down as well, and both strained against the weight of the portcullis until every vein on their arms and their necks stood out and their heads were crimson. For a moment, they felt the portcullis grinding up, but then Torn's hands, which were wet from his sweat, slipped, and the tiny fraction of an inch they had gained with so much effort was lost along with Torn’s hope of a quick escape.

The next thing Torn knew was that he was laying in a pool of water and his friends told him about how the gelatinous cube had swallowed him up and how they had then defeated the thing with their magical weapons and spells. The halforc himself was sore all over his body- the digestive acid of the thing had eaten away most of the upper layer of his skin.

Again, Ben had to treat his wounds while Torn was cursing:"Is this keeper of secrets guy mad? Why in the names of all gods would he devise all those traps? The fellow already has the boiling water to keep people away. If he doesn't want any visitors, he might as well have closed the first corridor with bricks or something. I can't wait...

He screamed out and turned to Ben who had just put some lotion on an especially sore part:" Ouch! Be more careful, will ya? Anyway, I can't wait to lay my hands on the man!".

Ben was finished bandaging him:" I can see that. Still, don't forget that we have to talk to him first.".

"I know", Torn said, most of his fury gone already once he had aired it:" I know.".

Hanging on the wall in the thirty feet deep pit, they found a key and a potion that was neatly labeled "spiderclimb". The idea seemed to be that whoever entered the corridor would get locked in by the portcullis. Then, becoming aware of the homicidal gelatinous cube, the intruder would run for the pit. The cube would follow, neatly filling up the proportions of the pit. Then, once it would start to digest the intruder, it would digest the cork in the potion as well, and once the effect would kick in, it would simply climb up the walls again and return to it's initial position, effectively "rearming" the trap.

The key opened the door at the far end, and for the first time in the mountain, the friends entered a furnished room. It was a long hall with mirrors on the far end, crystal chandeliers under the ceiling and a red carpet on the floor. The walls were covered with flowery tapestries, making the contrast to the previous, uniformly grey corridors all the more outstanding. Flanked by the mirrors, there was an ornamented wooden door.

Cautiously looking for traps or surprises, they walked through the hall to the far door. Even though they expected traps to be triggered or other devious surprises nothing happened, so that they relaxed a little when they had been almost through the room.

As they were merely a few yards away from the door, seeing their images in the mansized mirrors, Trepat stepped ahead in order to check the door for traps. Right then, it became clear to them, that the room did have something in store for them. Suddenly, their reflections developed a life of their own- instead of just aping what the original did, they started to move on their own instead and, worst of all, they actually stepped out of the mirrors with murder in their eyes!

Immediately, the friends saw that their doubles weren't full copies of themselves. Trepat's double, for instance didn't cast any spells. Instead, they were all moving with lightning speed slamming at their respective originals with their fists.

Torn, who stood up front, positioned himself in the middle, intending to gain an advantage with the superior range of his chain. When he hit his own reflection, he was shortly stunned though. His chain sunk into the enemy, and where he hit it, he now saw that their opponents seemed to be composed of quicksilver, since they were liquid and a part of the liquid shot to the floor.

Then they were at him, hitting him hard with their fists. Torn had had a bad day already, and he was far from being totally recovered. So this was enough and he collapsed, his mind being engulfed by merciful blackness.

Outnumbered, Niklas had an idea. He tumbled past his double and jabbed his glaive at the mirror. It seemed to have been worked from silver, but still he dented it a bit and a small, corresponding dent appeared on his reflection. His friends understood, and Trepat, who was backing away from his "reflection" cast an acid arrow on the dented arrow while Ben kept on fighting the strange things. Incidentally, he had transformed into a spider once the battle had begun, but the thing that had taken his form remained in it's halfling shape.

Niklas smashed the already badly damaged mirror with a circle kick, smashing it, and his double exploded in a small mercurial shower. This evened the odds again, but still they had to fight an equal number of enemies. Even though their enemies only struck with their fists, they were incredibly strong and they had a knack for hitting where it hurts.

Trepat was knocked around by the thing that had taken his forms, and then it landed a hit at his temple, making his head feel like a thundering bell. He was barely able to keep standing and there were green spots dancing in his field of vision as the thing moved in for the kill and- exploded into yet another shower of quicksilver. Just in time, Niklas had smashed the mirror Trepat's enemy had come from.

Still feeling weak, Trepat fought down his nausea and drank one of his healing potions. Immediately he felt better and using his acid arrows, he helped Niklas destroying the remaining mirrors. Eventually, when the last mercurial opponent was destroyed, Ben healed Torn and they decided to rest here in the hall before moving on.

To their relief, they weren't disturbed and after they had all had some time to recover, they opened the door and walked up the stairs behind it. As they walked up, the stairs widened until they ended in front of a pair of huge doors. They pushed them open and right away the air changed. The stale air of the tunnels was immediately substituted by the fresh smells of plants and life and the looked into a huge cave in which all kinds of vegetables, flowers and herbs were growing. From several openings in the caveceiling sunlight was streaming down on what looked like a huge garden and in the back of the cave stood an elven house with a porch.

On the porch, turned in their direction, they saw a lanky elf in a tight green suit. He seemed to be expecting them, even though he was still too far away for them to make out his facial expression.

A meandering path lead past the plants until they found themselves flanked by towering sunflowers right in front of the porch. The Keeper spread his arms in a universial gesture of greeting and gingerly danced down the stairs to them, smiling noncomittically.

"Welcome Torn, Niklas, Jan, Ben and Trepat. I am the one who is called the keeper of secrets and it certainly is no secret that you have many questions. Come inside, we can talk about everything over breakfast."

He turned around, and walked back inside, but then, suddenly he turned his head over his shoulder and looked straight at Torn:" And you really shouldn't think of bashing in my skull. For two reasons, really. First, it wasn't me who had constructed those traps. Everyone who visits me encounters a number of hazards- rest assured that I devised none of the traps you had run into. So, probably that is part of my curse, and if I had any money, I would bet that this part of it is was devised by Enkili.

"And secondly, and more importantly to you, the gods don't like it when mortals try to interfere with their plans. And since the gods don't wish my death, it wouldn't be wise of you to be the cause of it.".
 

Secrets- part 4 of 5

The front room had been prepared for breafast. There was a big oaken table which was covered with freshly baked bread and there was plenty of fruit and vegetable.

"Sit down and eat", the keeper announced while waving his arm in an inviting gesture "All provided by the garden through which you have come.".

The friends accepted the invitation and after silently eating and drinking for a while, enjoying the delicious freshness of the food in spite of the season outside of the mountain.

"So," Ben said, in between two bites:" Can you tell us the three riddles we are looking for?".

The keeper had been watching his guests eat and drink, only occasionaly sipping from a small cup of tea. "Of course" he said and then he cleared his throat and recited from memory:"These are the three riddles of the three heads:

"The burning head shall aid the one who eases it's pain. The drowned head shall aid the one who brings it the breath of life. The howling head shall aid the one who brings the song of the winds and turns it's pain to joy.".

Niklas, who had written down the riddles, looked up:" And the burning head is on Cyri, the drowned one close to Mullis Town and the howling one is in the Kelders, close to Ghest Ghanest... Thank you. Is there anything we could do for you in return?"

The keeper smiled and shook his head:" No, thanks. I am provided with everything I need to here in my exile."

"I hope I am not being rude, but is there any way for your curse to be lifted?", Niklas asked him.

"Oh, no, you are not being rude at all. And since it is not intended to be a secret either, I can indeed tell you about the condition that would lift the curse: That is if I would worship the gods."

Now Torn was surprised:" You don't worship them?".

Now the keeper laughed out:"I certainly don't! Now, there is no doubt that they are indeed extremely powerful beings, with abilities far beyond the grasp of us mortals. But power and strength alone don't warrant worship to me. For example, we all are far more powerful than any mouse there is. Yet we don't expect the mice to worship us, do we?

"And I don't think that their personalities make them worthy of our worship, either. For example, while Corean and Chardun have a truce, not harming each other, they allow their worshippers to endlessly fight and kill each other. Instead of fighting themselves, they delegate the actual suffering to their delegates."

"But the gods defeated the titans!", Niklas said.

The keeper smirked, indicating that he was well aware of that argument:" Indeed they did. But what will the effects be. You see, there are indications that the previous ages had been linked to one titan each. Now, after a number of other ages, it was Denev's turn. Maybe this cycle had a function that we can't see... The way it is now, we will forever stay in the age of Denev.

"Sure, the titans were lethal for us, and hadn't they been defeated we would have probably all been wiped out. But the titans are like mindless forces. But just like a fire in a forest is a catastrophe for those who are in it, plants, animals and sentient beings alike it is ultimately necessary and leads the forest into a new cycle. I might even go as far as saying that occasionaly, those fires are even necessary. Maybe it is the same with Scarn. Maybe the destructive powers of the titans were ultimately necessary for the universe to go on..."

Ben turned to the others and rose in his seat:" I think we should get going now. We have what we had come for.".

"Let's just stay for a little longer", Torn said:" And what makes you think that?"

"Oh, just reflecting on the well known facts. After all, it is not as if I would be able to tell you any secrets. It is well known that there had been different ages before the current one, and it looks like that in each age, the druids had the powers of the titan who was in charge. But all druids, no matter which titan they follow, now have pretty much the same powers, which all seem to come from Denev. So, I wonder whether there will be any consequences because of that."

While his companions were already rising, unsettled by the blasphemy, Torn pressed on:" And even though all you would have to do is bow your head in order to get rid of the curse, you don't do it?"

"That is right. I am not willing to give them this pleasure. And this way, by enduring the penalty without letting it dominate me, I am truly free. I won't let the outer circumstances of my existence dictate the state of my mind. All that matters is that I exist. Hence this punishment is irrelevant to me and I can laugh into the face of those who had devised this confinement.".

Torn and Trepat shook hands with the keeper and the others waved him goodbye, and soon afterwards, they were back on the Nellie 2, sailing south to the island of Cyri.

On their way there, they were stopped by pisceans, but Captain Strohman seemed to be used to situations like these, and after throwing a bag filled with coins down to the fishmen, they were free to sail on. Furtunately for them, he not only knew how to deal with the pisceans, but he also knew the blood sea like his own vest pocket. So, he safely brought them around the deadly cliffs and reefs around the island and safely landed them on the southern black shore of the uninhabitable volcanic island.
 



Nightfall, I am currently lagging behind a little in my storyhour and I have only gotten the third part of the trilogy today. This means, you will have to wait a little bit longer until I can continue that. The only other way would have been for me to make up the third part...;)

Talix, yeah, he was fun. It was a little bit like playing an existentialist in a fantasy world, which was especially gratifying since I do like existentialism. :)
 

Secrets- part 5 of 6

They entered the open maw only to find themselves in what looked like a natural cave, even though it was highly unlikely that a natural cave would survive the millenia in the foot of a volcanoe. It was huge, and the walls and the ceiling were lost in darkness far beyond where the light of their lanterns went.

In it's middle, there was a pedestal with what looked like several strange runes next to each other. The runes looked a little bit like the orcish ones they had seen in Hor' Kung but made no sense. Torn copied the runes and after exploring the cave a little, they discovered a huge tunnel, which was as wide as the Kodrada corridor and at least thirty feet high. The floor here was smooth, giving the tunnel the look and feel of a big subterrean highway.

The road went on for several miles in a straight line until it eventually opened up again to another vast cave. It was even bigger than the previous one, and there was an entire town spread out in it! Small one storey flatroofed houses made of grey metal stood in a neat pattern everywhere they looked. However, all of the houses were completely empty, and no furniture, clothing or any other indication of a habitation could be found.

As they walked through the deserted streets, the friends became more and more aware of the total silence around them. The only thing they heard where their own steps, their breath and an occasional hushed words. They even whispered themselves, somehow sensing that booming talk would be innapropriate.

They went further ahead, and soon they reached another big tunnel. As they went on exploring, they discovered further vast caves. In one, there were hundreds of solid towers standing in irregular intervals. They were crowned with housesized pearly orbs, and lightning bolts were constantly and randomly jumping from one orb to another, occasionaly flooding the entire cave with bluish light. Sometimes the bolts of lightning were merely jumping the few dozen yards between two towers which were standing next to each other, but sometimes, without any apparent reason, the lightning would arc through the entirecave from one tower at one far end to another one at the other end, spanning almost 600 yards.

The next giant cave had collapsed. Whatever wonders had been there once were gone now, but the friends found that there still way that lead past the boulders and debris until they found themselves in yet another giant tunnel. This one lead to the next cave, filled with livesized statues of all sorts of beasts.

There were statues of such mundane threats, such as lions and wolves, but also more sinister predators, like bladebeasts and Vengauraks, among others. As the friends crossed the cave, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, and Niklas even thought he heard a barely audible grawl when he examined the statue of one especially vicious looking wolf.

This time, they didn’t stay for long and quickly made for the exit on the opposite side of the cave. Again, a tunnel, but the cave behind this one looked distinctively different than the ones they had been in before.

For once, it was much smaller than the previous ones: merely twenty yards in diameter and about as high. Along it’s wall, there was a walkway spiralling up to right under the ceiling, and in regular intervalls, there were mansized crystal-mirrors standing there. The friends looked at them: Some of them were simply dark, other glowed with crimson fire and yet others were merely glowing faintly, as if filtering light that had made a long journey. But most astonishingly, some of the crystals seemed to show parts of Ghelspad as they were now.

Through one crystal, they saw a plateau in the mountains, another one showed what appeared to be a scorched looking hill, and there was the ocean side and a forest as well. Through one, however, they saw a market place on which healthy and industrous people where just closing up their stalls. Even though the friends couldn’t hear the voices, since the crystals only seemed to transport pictures and no sounds, they soon realized from the fashion and the architecture of the buildings, that they were looking at the marketplace of Lave.

„Interesting“, Trepat said. „Probably the other crystals were showing other places of Ghelspad as well, but ever since the era of the ancients, time and the titanswar had probably changed the face of the country so much that places which had been once on the surface are now covered by earth, oceans or even lava...“.

„That sounds about right“, Niklas said who was just looking through the final „active“ crystal. This one seemed to show what looked like a mountain pass, and just as the monk started to continue talking, two figures walked into the visible picture. They were both soldiers, and on their shields, they bore the dragon of the Calastian empire. „Wow!“, he shouted out: „this one is even showing some part of Calastia!“.

His friends walked up in order to take a good look as well, and Niklas said, half to himself:“ I wonder if those crystals are maybe more than just scrying devices... Maybe they are portals as well...“.

„It could be“, Trepat said:“ That would definetly have been a nice and fast way of moving around in the land... But I would like to look around a little more before we try that“.

Niklas nodded:“ Sure.“.

Apart from the exit through which they had come, there were two more, one leading west and the other south. The friends decided to take the southern one, and again they crossed deserted caves of giant proportions. One was entirely empty, except for the moonlight which was seemingly coming from nowwhere and everywhere at once, and the other cave was full of spires, arches and towers which were making eerie noises in the winds which were constantly blowing in this one.

By now, they were certain, that they wouldn’t find any sign of life in the caves, but then, even though they were still within the caves, they were in a dense forest. There was solid rock above them, yet the entire cave was flooded in sunlight, and they walked on moss and grass. In the trees, there were squirrels scurrying around and they heard the tock-tock-tock of woodchippers and the singing of more musical birds.

Surprised by the abundance of life around them, the friends walked into the forest. Trepat saw signs of all kinds of animals, even wolves, and they soon found that the forest looked stronger and healthier than many they had seen on the surface. There was definetly no sign of the scars of the divine war here.

Just as they were about to relax, they heard a deep voice from behind and above them, speaking to them in a strange language, which only Ben understood: „ Hurr-humm, welcome, orcs!“

They turned around, and there was a walking and talking tree, or rather, a tree-ent, as Ben would correct them later. He was surprised. Not only did the ent use the secret language of the druids, but he also adressed them as orcs. But then he realized, that since they had all joined in the ritual of association after having helped the Gravelfist Orcs, they were technically orcs, as well!

„Greetings, keeper of the forest“, he said, bowing respectfully. „I hope you don’t mind orcs passing peacefully through your ward“.

„No, not at all“; the ent answered, speaking slow enough to give Ben the chance to translate for his friends. But then he said something which made Ben too surprised to continue right away.

„What did he say?“, Torn prodded.

„He said,“ Ben said, swallowing down his surprise,“ that it was good that we were orcs, since he would have had to kill us if we weren’t!“.
 


Secrets- part 6 of 6

Like his friends, Torn was stunned: „ Does that mean that Orcs built the Halls of Dunai?“

Ben translated and the Ent answered:“ I don’t know who had built these halls. All I know is that long, long ago one of my ancestors had gotten this forest as his sphere of protection. He had passed it on to the next of his kind, who passed it on, and so on. Those who had built this hall, enabling it to host a forest, only had one order, which had been passed on as well. And that is that only Orcs shall pass through this wood.“.

„And what is your name?“, Ben asked.

„A name? Oh, since I am the only one of my kind here, I am afraid I don’t have one. You see, the oak that came before me had planted me when he knew that his time would soon be over. Then, when I was a young sapling, he told me of my orders and taught me this language, and then he died. So, since I am the only one of my kind here, and I will be until I know that my time has come, I have no name. But you may call me Ent, if you like.“.

Ben bowed and introduced himself and his friends: „And have you ever encountered any intruders except for us?“.

„No, my friend Ben, I haven’t. But one of my ancestors once had to deal with lizardpeople“, the tree answered with his slow and deeply resonating voice.

After Ben had translated, Niklas said:“ Asaathi. Of course! The document with the information about the three entrances had been written in an Asaathi dialect, after all. They must have tried getting in here at least once!“

Ben nodded and switched back to the druidic tongue, adressing Ent again: „Those lizardpeople, did they get past your ancestor?“

Ent made the sound of small, dry branches snapping. Apparently, he was laughing: „No, of course not. My ancestor, like me, had been a master of the forest. And when he sensed the intruders, the whole forest stood up and fought the strangers until all of them had been defeated or dead. I could not possibly think of any way to defeat an entire forest...“

„Well, there is always fire“, Trepat said after Ben had translated again. „Ask him whether he had ever been to any other part of the caves.“

„You ask whether I have ever left my forest?“, Ent said in answer of the translation: „No, certainly not. The reason of my existence is protecting this forest, and I wouldn’t want it to be endangered while I am away. Of course, there are hardly any visitors, you being the first after millenia, but nonetheless I wouldn’t want to take the chance.“

„Besides,“ he added after a short while in which he had hummed to himself: „ I really wouldn’t want to leave my forest. After all, I am a part of all this, and I can’t imagine that I could feel happy and content anywhere else.“.

Seeing that none of his friends had any further questions for the time being, he promised Ent that they would return soon and then walked on with his friends.

All of them were by now utterly confused by what they had seen. Apparently, there was none of the ancients left. Not even a picture or a statue that would let them guess what they had looked like. Yet, for some strange reason, they had made sure that orcs would be able to enter these caves. And not only that- the entrance through which they had come, the burning head, had even looked like the open jaw of an orc...

They reached yet another cave which looked pretty much like the one through which they had come. Like the first one, it was natural and in it’s middle there was a pedestal with the same runes as the ones on the first pedestal. The only difference was that there was no open exit, but a pool of water opposite of the tunnel through which they had come.

They walked to the water, and Ben made a cup with his hands and tasted some of the water: „It’s sweetwater... But definetly muddy.“.

„Odd“, Trepat said:“ I don’t think that there is a lake supposed to be on Cyri...“.

„I should go take a look then“, Ben said and jumped into the water, transforming into the shape of the shark he had been many incarnations ago.

The pool widened, and as he turned around in the water to get a look, he saw that from here, the pool looked like an entrance, and it was formed like the open mouth of a lifeless orc. „The drowning head“, he thought and turned around again.

The water was full of reeds and mud, feeling like a slow river or a pond. He dove up and after about five yards, he peaked through the surface into the moonlit night. Looking around, he guessed that he was probably the first shark to show up here: he was indeed in a swamp by a river, and beyond the banks he could see the wall and lights of a town which was merely two hundred feet away from him.

Ben moved to the shore and turned into a halfling again. Looking around, he saw that he seemed to be right next to a dig site, which had been left for the night. But now that he took a second look, he recognized the site. He had been here before, and not too long ago, as a matter of fact: He was right in the morass near Mullis Town!

Within a day, he and his friends had traveled over threehundred miles! And all that by crossing the halls of Dunai. All in all, with all tunnels, they had maybe walked ten miles at the most, and yet now they were here, right next to Mullis Town.

His stray thought regarding the drowning head returned to him- if they could cover those hundreds of miles so easily, they should be able to reach the „howling head“ in the Kelders on the same way as well.

As he stood there contemplating, he suddenly noticed that his teeth were chattering on their own volition. He was wet, after all, and it was a night in autumn- he was lucky the water wasn’t freezing over.

Ben pressed his mouth shut and jumped back into the water, diving back to the head, which had the form of an overhanging cliff and which could only be entered from below. He had completely forgotten just how badly adjusted his halfling body was for living underwater, but he surpressed the urge to turn into a shark again, knowing that there was something he had to do.

And indeed, as he wanted to enter the „mouth“, diving up to the friendly light of his friends lanterens, he felt an invisible forcefield holding him back. „The drowned head shall aid the one who brings it the breath of life“, he thought to himself, and then, even though everything in him screamed at him not to do it, he exhaled, losing the last bit of precious air in a bubble which floated upwards in the mouth to the surface.

Fighting down the rise of panic, Ben transformed into a shark again, thankfully filling his „lungs“ with water. This way, he swam up the last few feet to his friends. He crawled out of the water in his halfling form again and said: „You won’t believe where we are right now!.
 

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