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<blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 311180" data-attributes="member: 1674"><p>Cautiously, Jan stepped into the room and slowly waved his hand: “Greetings! We come to you in peace.”.</p><p></p><p>Now, the creatures turned around to face the Paladin. They appeared puzzled but calm and after a short while, they started mewling to each other. Having made contact, Jan smiled at them, showing them his empty hands. But the grey humanoids seemed to be unimpressed and after they had apparently finished their conversation, they turned away from the human intruder and returned to examining the floating cow.</p><p></p><p>Jan turned to his friends, who were now crowding the entrance and looking into the room: “It doesn’t look like they would exactly mind us being here.”.</p><p></p><p>Ben rolled his eyes: “They are not exactly welcoming us either. I will wait outside. This place is just wrong.”.</p><p></p><p>Torn nodded:”Alright. I want to explore some more.”.</p><p></p><p>And so Ben and Trepat left the cave while the others went on to explore it further.</p><p></p><p>Outside, the elf and the halfling saw that they weren’t alone anymore: Up on the edge of the furrow, they saw three ratmen in the dying light of dusk. Each of the slitheren was wearing a simple long robe and the only weapons they seemed to be carrying were mansized staffs. They seemed to be blind, and they were radiating an air of peace.</p><p></p><p>The middle one of them nodded slowly and then spoke to them with a strong and serene voice:” Please, don’t be afraid. One of you serves Denev, so we hope you understand. We are the Unseeing- Slitheren of the brood of Golthain.”.</p><p></p><p>Ben raised his hand in peace:”We mean you no harm either.”.</p><p></p><p>“Good then. My name is Warken and these are my fellows Shugen and Sisimia. We have come here because whatever has created this mound was made by neither titan nor god. If you don’t mind, we would like to take a closer look.”.</p><p></p><p>Trepat nodded in agreement and Ben said:” This is my friend Trepat and my name is Ben. There are three more friends of us in the structure right now, but they are reasonable as well, so you don’t have to fear them, either.”.</p><p></p><p>As the ratmen went down into the ditch, a shadowraven materialized out of nowhere and landed on the shoulder of the leader of the ratmen. It looked like the one that had mysteriously helped the heroes against the Sargons back in the Kelder mountains.</p><p></p><p>After the Unseeing had climbed down and were now facing the two friends on the ground of the ditch, Trepat adressed Warken:” We once encountered one of these ravens before, and he helped us when we were in dire trouble. So, I wonder whether there is any special connection between your people and the shadowravens.”.</p><p></p><p>Warken seemed to be genuinely puzzled:” This is the first time I hear of a shadowraven interfering on behalf of divine folk… This is odd…</p><p></p><p>“But let me answer your question. As you may know, Golthain was filled with compassion for all living beings. To him it didn’t matter whether those beings were “monsters”, animals, Titanspawn or divine folks. When he created beings, or relied on creatures as his ears and eyes, he infused those creatures with that compassion and understanding. That is why shadowravens, which he created, and we, the unseeing, who he had used as his ears, are infused with the same spirit.</p><p></p><p>“Tok, the one who sits on my shoulder right now, is my familiar. He serves as my eyes, so to speak.”.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, in the mound, Jan, Niklas and Torn had moved further along the corridor. There, they saw a large cave in which there were thousands and thousands of small orbs floating on the ceiling. In each of them, there were gray ones like the ones they had encountered before, but smaller. All of them were about one foot tall and seemed to be sleeping.</p><p></p><p>After some debate, the friends turned around, and found themselves looking into the chamber with the seven spheres into which they had already peeked from the opposite corridor.</p><p></p><p>More confused then ever, they walked further down the corridor and turned into a long chamber with a long glass tube, ten feet in diameter and fifty feet in length that floated unsupported in the middle of the room. Each end was capped with a morass of slightly damp, pulsing material that looked more than a little alive. The tube pulsed with a strange light and again, the three decided to be cautious lest they end like the proverbial curious cat.</p><p></p><p>They turned around and entered another hall. This one, though, contained some familiar things,although in unfamiliar surroundings.</p><p></p><p>In this hall there were dozens of transparent spheres like the ones they had seen everywhere in this hill. Yet these spheres were filled with all kinds of creatures. Some of them were familiar, of some they had heard and others were completey unknown.</p><p></p><p>Among the creatures they knew were two orks, a spider eyed goblin, a giant ant, a blade beast and many more. There was also a dwarf wearing leather armor floating ten feet over them.</p><p></p><p>After a little talk, they decided to get the others and try to free the dwarf. They went back into the corridor just as Trepat and Ben entered the hill with the three ratmen.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry, they are Golthain’s brood!”, said Trepat and his three friends down the corridor relaxed.</p><p></p><p>The three ratmen, though, suddenly lost their calm and got agitated.</p><p></p><p>“Do you think it is him?”, one of them asked, and another answered:” But this can’t be. It had been far away from here.”.</p><p></p><p>Warken quieted his two fellows and said to them:” Best if I ask him.”.</p><p></p><p>He turned to Jan, who, like his friends, was wondering what this frantic exchange had been all about: “Greetings, good Paladin. Tell me, how did you get into posession of this small amulet you are wearing?”</p><p></p><p>“My mother had it before me and she wanted me to have it when I am grown up.”.</p><p></p><p>“I see. And where do you come from?”</p><p></p><p>“Oreirover, a small village in western Durrover. But why do you ask?”.</p><p></p><p>Warken was visibly moved:” Because I was there when you were born and I was the one who crafted the amulet you are wearing right now.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lars Frehse, post: 311180, member: 1674"] Cautiously, Jan stepped into the room and slowly waved his hand: “Greetings! We come to you in peace.”. Now, the creatures turned around to face the Paladin. They appeared puzzled but calm and after a short while, they started mewling to each other. Having made contact, Jan smiled at them, showing them his empty hands. But the grey humanoids seemed to be unimpressed and after they had apparently finished their conversation, they turned away from the human intruder and returned to examining the floating cow. Jan turned to his friends, who were now crowding the entrance and looking into the room: “It doesn’t look like they would exactly mind us being here.”. Ben rolled his eyes: “They are not exactly welcoming us either. I will wait outside. This place is just wrong.”. Torn nodded:”Alright. I want to explore some more.”. And so Ben and Trepat left the cave while the others went on to explore it further. Outside, the elf and the halfling saw that they weren’t alone anymore: Up on the edge of the furrow, they saw three ratmen in the dying light of dusk. Each of the slitheren was wearing a simple long robe and the only weapons they seemed to be carrying were mansized staffs. They seemed to be blind, and they were radiating an air of peace. The middle one of them nodded slowly and then spoke to them with a strong and serene voice:” Please, don’t be afraid. One of you serves Denev, so we hope you understand. We are the Unseeing- Slitheren of the brood of Golthain.”. Ben raised his hand in peace:”We mean you no harm either.”. “Good then. My name is Warken and these are my fellows Shugen and Sisimia. We have come here because whatever has created this mound was made by neither titan nor god. If you don’t mind, we would like to take a closer look.”. Trepat nodded in agreement and Ben said:” This is my friend Trepat and my name is Ben. There are three more friends of us in the structure right now, but they are reasonable as well, so you don’t have to fear them, either.”. As the ratmen went down into the ditch, a shadowraven materialized out of nowhere and landed on the shoulder of the leader of the ratmen. It looked like the one that had mysteriously helped the heroes against the Sargons back in the Kelder mountains. After the Unseeing had climbed down and were now facing the two friends on the ground of the ditch, Trepat adressed Warken:” We once encountered one of these ravens before, and he helped us when we were in dire trouble. So, I wonder whether there is any special connection between your people and the shadowravens.”. Warken seemed to be genuinely puzzled:” This is the first time I hear of a shadowraven interfering on behalf of divine folk… This is odd… “But let me answer your question. As you may know, Golthain was filled with compassion for all living beings. To him it didn’t matter whether those beings were “monsters”, animals, Titanspawn or divine folks. When he created beings, or relied on creatures as his ears and eyes, he infused those creatures with that compassion and understanding. That is why shadowravens, which he created, and we, the unseeing, who he had used as his ears, are infused with the same spirit. “Tok, the one who sits on my shoulder right now, is my familiar. He serves as my eyes, so to speak.”. Meanwhile, in the mound, Jan, Niklas and Torn had moved further along the corridor. There, they saw a large cave in which there were thousands and thousands of small orbs floating on the ceiling. In each of them, there were gray ones like the ones they had encountered before, but smaller. All of them were about one foot tall and seemed to be sleeping. After some debate, the friends turned around, and found themselves looking into the chamber with the seven spheres into which they had already peeked from the opposite corridor. More confused then ever, they walked further down the corridor and turned into a long chamber with a long glass tube, ten feet in diameter and fifty feet in length that floated unsupported in the middle of the room. Each end was capped with a morass of slightly damp, pulsing material that looked more than a little alive. The tube pulsed with a strange light and again, the three decided to be cautious lest they end like the proverbial curious cat. They turned around and entered another hall. This one, though, contained some familiar things,although in unfamiliar surroundings. In this hall there were dozens of transparent spheres like the ones they had seen everywhere in this hill. Yet these spheres were filled with all kinds of creatures. Some of them were familiar, of some they had heard and others were completey unknown. Among the creatures they knew were two orks, a spider eyed goblin, a giant ant, a blade beast and many more. There was also a dwarf wearing leather armor floating ten feet over them. After a little talk, they decided to get the others and try to free the dwarf. They went back into the corridor just as Trepat and Ben entered the hill with the three ratmen. “Don’t worry, they are Golthain’s brood!”, said Trepat and his three friends down the corridor relaxed. The three ratmen, though, suddenly lost their calm and got agitated. “Do you think it is him?”, one of them asked, and another answered:” But this can’t be. It had been far away from here.”. Warken quieted his two fellows and said to them:” Best if I ask him.”. He turned to Jan, who, like his friends, was wondering what this frantic exchange had been all about: “Greetings, good Paladin. Tell me, how did you get into posession of this small amulet you are wearing?” “My mother had it before me and she wanted me to have it when I am grown up.”. “I see. And where do you come from?” “Oreirover, a small village in western Durrover. But why do you ask?”. Warken was visibly moved:” Because I was there when you were born and I was the one who crafted the amulet you are wearing right now.” [/QUOTE]
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