queen of denial
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COLOR=indigo]good job lela, but i don't think we can wait an entire year for the compilation of the story. i was told to be silent, so i had better return.[/COLOR] 
The All Falls Away
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Cpt. Anonymous
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Don't let her fool you. There is a reason she is named after the longest river in africa. okay so there isn't but she is still very incredibly accident prone and it was indeed me who prefered that she remain silent. I didn't want her such a sweet inocent girl to fall into this raving pack of dire chipmunks.
(these are not necasserilly the actual views of the indevidual who is typing. the preceeding has been a paid advertisment for Captain Anonymous!!! coming soon to an asylum neer you)
(these are not necasserilly the actual views of the indevidual who is typing. the preceeding has been a paid advertisment for Captain Anonymous!!! coming soon to an asylum neer you)
queen of denial
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Cpt. Anonymous said:I didn't want her such a sweet inocent girl to fall into this raving pack of dire chipmunks.
ahh to be called sweet and innocent.i have been called a lot worse. next time you think of a monster, try to get something more ferocious than a chipmunk. still, i can deal with chipmunks, even dire chipmunks.
Lela
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queen of denial said:
Well, I did run across a Dire Skunk. 30 ft cone of stench thing going on. That could be fun.
Anyway, just got back from the local water park yesterday. I think the sunblock was a little old. That is, the elvish word for little. Meaning a century or two too old.
Update sometime Friday.
--The Human Tomatto <-----I don't think this color is dark enough.
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Cpt. Anonymous
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All right lela
WE (the committee in my head ) are sick and tired of waiting for the next install ment some of your loyal fans want you to get to the good parts so start talking.
I really cant say anything that wouldn't ruin the story so you say it and get on with it.
WE (the committee in my head ) are sick and tired of waiting for the next install ment some of your loyal fans want you to get to the good parts so start talking.
I really cant say anything that wouldn't ruin the story so you say it and get on with it.
Lela
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Cpt. Anonymous said:
Which, for those who don't know, consists of anywhere from 18-20 members at any one time. It just depends on who shows up to the meetings.
Cpt. Anonymous said:
For those who don't know (nce again) the good parts would actually consist of last session, where CA's character hit it big time.
Cpt. Anonymous said:
Lela looks around. Finds the 5 essays, 1 presentation, a lesson taught to a 5th grade class (with detailed lesson plan, teacher evaluation, and proof of effectiveness), and journal entry due on Tuesday at 8 AM. And that's just one class, mind you.
Then, Lela looks into the future and beholds the evil that is. . . FINALS.
(DM Note: Maybe I should add this to your next encounter CA. Or is that for Epic level characters? I'll have to check the CR.)
In the end, I'll have to get to it during Christmas.
Cpt. Anonymous said:
That is, unless you wan't to do the next write up and just have me edit and pass it off (I've been working with 5th graders too long). You could do it from your CE Sorcerer's point of view if you want.
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Cpt. Anonymous
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It has been along timie christmas has come and gone spring has come and gone and now it is summer a year after the beginning of this thing and we are still no farther than we were when we started we just are a little meaner and a heck of a lot more powerful depending on the character. it seems that this story hour has been abandondoned so i will try to fill in everything as it happened.
I dont know if you can call this up to date but from what i nknow we had left of with the children in the farm house. ASO onece again we return.
Myen Ghoul, sorceror extrodinair had at this point tuned out the conversation around him and stared lovingly into the flames that he loved pondering the maening of his existance. his hand reached toward the flam and brought it carefull y up to his nose. a swift sni9ff and ahhhhh. the smoke of the cendle and its incense whirls in his head bringing his loved state of bliss. SOme hours later he awakes to find himself a sleep in a barn. "odd," he thinks( which is a great feat for him) " i dont remember entering a barn." Screaming errupts dazed and still half a sleep I stare around me confused for a moment. Their is something over at the farm house curious and ready for anything i pull up my equipment. A bandoleer of my favorite elixer. red glowing liquid sloshes inside 40 bottles ready to errupt into a conflagration that would put my previous sacrifice to kossuth to shame. i also grab my weapon of choice a polearm with a hook on the end. when my spells fail me it is good to have an alternative. I dash to the farm house throw open the door and enter the kitchen. light plays across the wooden walls from a fire in the back of the meager home. intrigued by this display of pure beautiful flame i run down the hall to the light. Gasping I stop. standing in the room of the chikldren is a beast that i remmber only as disgusting. Twisted dog legs support a huminoid torso and the head of a carrion beast a high pitched laugh and drool covers its tawny fur. dirt flies it reaches for the children. ANgered i attempt to destroy the beast. my guisarme swings towards its head but is stopped by the wall next to me. i swing once more and again my ten foot stick gets trapped by the wall frustrated i turn again towards the room. Arrows fly from the hol;e blasted in teh wall and an elf runs in and grabs the child yelling to me and the people around me (who i dint even realize where there.)
"Kill them I will save this child." and he runs off into the night quiverr of arrows reflecting light from the flames.
The next is a blur to me you see parts of this have been romoved by the shadow of death.
I scream and start to grab my bottles. others rush around me and swing at the evil beasts more of these nightmares rush through the gap. Fearlessly i hurl bottles at the rushing foes. fires leap from the bottles as my prescious liquid splatters around burning fur and wood alike. i throw another and it lands on the short beast that looks oddly like a halfling i might have know, or walked with, anyway, I stop trembling as one of the beast rushes me it rasies its weapon and gouges into my unprotected flesh. My vision blurs and all i see is the ceiling as the beast that i had burned dropped next to me exhausted we both lie there on the verge of unconciousness my enemy and I. I feellost and alone. adn might have been out of it a few times. A warmth spreads acroszs my chest runnig the length of my slash. the flesh burns with fire and i am happy. I find my self awake.
"what happend?" i ask the elven women who is standing over me.
"Amakari has saved the children and we fought off the rest."
"Good," i reply, "what of my wounds?"
" you are healled and right enough we muyst be off immediatle one of the gnoll cheiftans has poisened Dyneck."
"Well then we shall have no delay." and boldly i walk out of the burning house. while no one is watching i walk to the walls of the home and feeling their warmth urge the flames higher and higher so kossuth might notice my fire and bless me with more. i light a candle adn once again partake of its essence reveling in the joy of the beloved flames.
SOme time later i find my self in a forest. i am waking next to several others that i dont recognize and elven women a man ahead with an arrow nocked in his drawn bow watching the trees and ahead of him farther is a green haired elf with dark grey skin. Odd you doint see many drow walcking these paths but oh well.
I stop suddenly a great revelation coming to me. a vision comes and i drop to the ground.
"YOUNG ONE" a voice says. "YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL"
"yes, flame master i have burned adn destroyed all in my path just as though would have done in my place. Villages, inns homes and even the wolves of the forest have i burned for thy sake."
"YES MY DESCIPLE, NOW I GIVE YOU MY GREATEST GIFT THAT THOU MIOGHT SERVE ME MORE> PARTAKE OF MY FLAMES."
I reach my hand out and grasp his the fires in his eyes flaring and the fire in my soul responding.
GASping i convulse on the forest floor, my body breaking into flames. I RAise up and stand in teh glory of it. Flames cross my upstyretched arms. my body wreathed in flames. i yell praises to my god and run towards a tree, embracing it and releqasing trh fire there in. MOre flames must i create this forest shall burn its blaze lighting the world. All must burn and burn must all. I touch everything spreading my masters wishes. An arrow flys at me and burns to ashes from my holy heat. I stop confused that anyone might want to kill one blessed by fire. THe elves glare angrily at me and sword leap from thier sheathes. A quarterstaff swings from the trees beside me and i fall to the ground. The staff once more hits my head and sword blows rain down on me. My fire and life start to leave my broken body.
"NOOOO: i scream grasping with the strength born of my magic at the flames. i hold them and reject the other call. screaming i hold the flames. and rise out of me.
Dead, i see a broken body twisted on the ground. I laugh at it and wonder who it was. I shrug and turn to the others standing around it. They step back and i giggle this game is fun.
Once more i float towards them and They step away. laughing i fly in circles wondering what was before this freedom. I try to think but realize I left my mind in my other body. Suddenly something hits me and i freeze. A amn inshining armor apperas i quiver at the dominance he has over me. waht happend to my freedom?
"Begone foul spirit i command you."
Screaming i vanish from the world forced out due to this mans holy might.
"Tell me citizens what seems to be going on here?" The newluy arrived elf asks.
"That one was trying to destroy the forest we had to stop him."
"Glad that i arrived then freinds. I am Runir Xiloscient cleric of Tyr" i have come as an ambassador to the dwellers of this forest might i inquire as to the where abouts ofthe nearest temple?"
"it just so happens that that is were we are headed Runir. join us on our journey there, we must go quickly though the life of a child rests in our hands."
"Gladly then let us away!"
And that is how Myen ghoul died and the party met the only lawful elf in the forest. THus ends this instalment of the abandoned story hour.
I dont know if you can call this up to date but from what i nknow we had left of with the children in the farm house. ASO onece again we return.
Myen Ghoul, sorceror extrodinair had at this point tuned out the conversation around him and stared lovingly into the flames that he loved pondering the maening of his existance. his hand reached toward the flam and brought it carefull y up to his nose. a swift sni9ff and ahhhhh. the smoke of the cendle and its incense whirls in his head bringing his loved state of bliss. SOme hours later he awakes to find himself a sleep in a barn. "odd," he thinks( which is a great feat for him) " i dont remember entering a barn." Screaming errupts dazed and still half a sleep I stare around me confused for a moment. Their is something over at the farm house curious and ready for anything i pull up my equipment. A bandoleer of my favorite elixer. red glowing liquid sloshes inside 40 bottles ready to errupt into a conflagration that would put my previous sacrifice to kossuth to shame. i also grab my weapon of choice a polearm with a hook on the end. when my spells fail me it is good to have an alternative. I dash to the farm house throw open the door and enter the kitchen. light plays across the wooden walls from a fire in the back of the meager home. intrigued by this display of pure beautiful flame i run down the hall to the light. Gasping I stop. standing in the room of the chikldren is a beast that i remmber only as disgusting. Twisted dog legs support a huminoid torso and the head of a carrion beast a high pitched laugh and drool covers its tawny fur. dirt flies it reaches for the children. ANgered i attempt to destroy the beast. my guisarme swings towards its head but is stopped by the wall next to me. i swing once more and again my ten foot stick gets trapped by the wall frustrated i turn again towards the room. Arrows fly from the hol;e blasted in teh wall and an elf runs in and grabs the child yelling to me and the people around me (who i dint even realize where there.)
"Kill them I will save this child." and he runs off into the night quiverr of arrows reflecting light from the flames.
The next is a blur to me you see parts of this have been romoved by the shadow of death.
I scream and start to grab my bottles. others rush around me and swing at the evil beasts more of these nightmares rush through the gap. Fearlessly i hurl bottles at the rushing foes. fires leap from the bottles as my prescious liquid splatters around burning fur and wood alike. i throw another and it lands on the short beast that looks oddly like a halfling i might have know, or walked with, anyway, I stop trembling as one of the beast rushes me it rasies its weapon and gouges into my unprotected flesh. My vision blurs and all i see is the ceiling as the beast that i had burned dropped next to me exhausted we both lie there on the verge of unconciousness my enemy and I. I feellost and alone. adn might have been out of it a few times. A warmth spreads acroszs my chest runnig the length of my slash. the flesh burns with fire and i am happy. I find my self awake.
"what happend?" i ask the elven women who is standing over me.
"Amakari has saved the children and we fought off the rest."
"Good," i reply, "what of my wounds?"
" you are healled and right enough we muyst be off immediatle one of the gnoll cheiftans has poisened Dyneck."
"Well then we shall have no delay." and boldly i walk out of the burning house. while no one is watching i walk to the walls of the home and feeling their warmth urge the flames higher and higher so kossuth might notice my fire and bless me with more. i light a candle adn once again partake of its essence reveling in the joy of the beloved flames.
SOme time later i find my self in a forest. i am waking next to several others that i dont recognize and elven women a man ahead with an arrow nocked in his drawn bow watching the trees and ahead of him farther is a green haired elf with dark grey skin. Odd you doint see many drow walcking these paths but oh well.
I stop suddenly a great revelation coming to me. a vision comes and i drop to the ground.
"YOUNG ONE" a voice says. "YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL"
"yes, flame master i have burned adn destroyed all in my path just as though would have done in my place. Villages, inns homes and even the wolves of the forest have i burned for thy sake."
"YES MY DESCIPLE, NOW I GIVE YOU MY GREATEST GIFT THAT THOU MIOGHT SERVE ME MORE> PARTAKE OF MY FLAMES."
I reach my hand out and grasp his the fires in his eyes flaring and the fire in my soul responding.
GASping i convulse on the forest floor, my body breaking into flames. I RAise up and stand in teh glory of it. Flames cross my upstyretched arms. my body wreathed in flames. i yell praises to my god and run towards a tree, embracing it and releqasing trh fire there in. MOre flames must i create this forest shall burn its blaze lighting the world. All must burn and burn must all. I touch everything spreading my masters wishes. An arrow flys at me and burns to ashes from my holy heat. I stop confused that anyone might want to kill one blessed by fire. THe elves glare angrily at me and sword leap from thier sheathes. A quarterstaff swings from the trees beside me and i fall to the ground. The staff once more hits my head and sword blows rain down on me. My fire and life start to leave my broken body.
"NOOOO: i scream grasping with the strength born of my magic at the flames. i hold them and reject the other call. screaming i hold the flames. and rise out of me.
Dead, i see a broken body twisted on the ground. I laugh at it and wonder who it was. I shrug and turn to the others standing around it. They step back and i giggle this game is fun.
Once more i float towards them and They step away. laughing i fly in circles wondering what was before this freedom. I try to think but realize I left my mind in my other body. Suddenly something hits me and i freeze. A amn inshining armor apperas i quiver at the dominance he has over me. waht happend to my freedom?
"Begone foul spirit i command you."
Screaming i vanish from the world forced out due to this mans holy might.
"Tell me citizens what seems to be going on here?" The newluy arrived elf asks.
"That one was trying to destroy the forest we had to stop him."
"Glad that i arrived then freinds. I am Runir Xiloscient cleric of Tyr" i have come as an ambassador to the dwellers of this forest might i inquire as to the where abouts ofthe nearest temple?"
"it just so happens that that is were we are headed Runir. join us on our journey there, we must go quickly though the life of a child rests in our hands."
"Gladly then let us away!"
And that is how Myen ghoul died and the party met the only lawful elf in the forest. THus ends this instalment of the abandoned story hour.
Cpt. Anonymous
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THE ABANDONNED STORY HOUR
part 2: He who walks in righteousness
A solitary elf raised among humans. stands willing to return to the forest that is his birthright. A holy symbol displayed proudly on his chest, he surveys this forest. The law and justice must find a home in the elven heart so he has ventured here at the bequest of his suppiriors. A long life this one has hadf freinds have grown old and died before his eyes living with humans is a trying thing for an elf but still he enters this forest for them to spread the truth he has found in human lands.
"A child in need, quickly then i have a horse here we will travel much faster if we ride."
Arrangements are made and the party sets off. Hawke scouting ahead and the rest travelling behind surounding the children.
Days pass and still they travel. Every night, Whisper stands alone in the tewiligt facing the trees. her mouth opens and she breatyhes outy her plea to the forest in the language of the trees. The wind carries around her brushing hercheeks and hair. Nature has heard her message and will pass it.
Each dawn an elf in chainmail kneels with his mace, prayiing in the language of man to a god of man, asking for strength he prepares himself every day to be his last.
Night comes upon the party still traveling through the forest getting closer to the salvation of dynec.
One night a gaurd was set up. amakiriswings easily into a tree to stand gaurd over the party while they rest.
FAte it seems was unnaturally cruel this day.
Amakiri, so he wouldnt fall out of the tree lashes himself to the branch and the trunk. Soon he falls asleep, in the tree and lashed so he cannot protect the party.
Just that night, figures lurk in the bushes. snickering under their breath they aproach the peaceful encampment.
Runir awakens in the night. sitting upright he heard a creak of armor or maybe a whisp of sound but he sitys up to see his freinda already waking.
To his dismay they were waking to a band of goblins laying siege to the group. Snatching up his mace Runir stands to fight off three of the brutes. Still in his night wear, he lashes out at his foes. Heads ands arms crunch with the heavy mace. Arrows fly in the darkness and swords flash in the sputting coals of the fire. A voice is heard above the commotion and bounding in the darkness comes two bears of dire sizer ans strength destoying goblins as they attack the tree that the arrowslinger hides in. Runir goes down early and is uncouncious for most of the battle. Whisper stnads apart from the battle and blows her wish to the wind. Nature answers her call and the ground pours forth its moisture. Risiong up the forest leeks a cloud of grey that blankets the camp all is lost in the thick grey fog. The tide of battle soon turns in favor of the heroes.
Irch stnads by a tall tree with one of his goblin brtetheren he grasps his freind because he cant see his warty green hand even and inch from his pointy nose.
"What go here mukbutt?" I dont see no foe!"
Suddenly the arm that IRch was grasping fllslimp in his grasp and his freind drops to the ground. terrified irch searches the murk. he looks up from his freinds body just ion time to se a black staff come whilring again and again fromthe murk.
Another dead goblin falls to the ground his head caved in from blows from a staff.
A similar scene an the other side of the tree. Ropes drop to the ground snaking coils over several confused goblins, why would a trewe drop rope? confuised they start again to hack at the tree trying to knock the bowelf out of it. ONe drops from thier midst confused the otehrsw llok around. DArk paws fly from the mist and grabtwo of the goblins and wrnech them away from the tree the last one looks around worried. An elf walks out from the rear of the tree. eagerly the goblin hoists its club and takes two steps towards the lone figure. A flash of light and a blade peirces the goblin between the eyes leaving it poinned into the tree a scimitar trough its skull. The lone figure jerks the sword from the great oak and the goblin slides to the ground leaving a bloody mess all over the tree bark. Wiping his sword on some grass Amakiri walks on looking for more treekillers.
MInutes, seeming like hours later, thye fog clears.
Goblins lie in pools of bloood in the early dawn light. Runir covered in blood red of his own and brown of his foes, lies by the bodies of two of the attackers he drew them away from the camp in hopes of saving the children his armor lies clena in the light by his bedroll. Others stand bleeding in the plale falsedawn. Whisper moves from freind to freind treating injuroiees and bandaging cuts and bruises.
Hours later the party recoverd and readfy for the dzy sets out once again runir sitting uncomfortably on the rocking of his horse. He barely amnbaged to survive that last battle, but is still determined to carry his message to the elves of his ancestral homeland.
ANother day another scene, this the party is moving along ahveing weatherd several more battles adn being slightly the worse for wear a shadow passes over the ground. wide wings spread across the path. Looking up they see two figures flying above with the bodies of lions ans odd man like faces.
One flaters ans lands ahead of the party. the smallest one little more thasn a child it crys for its mothers. turnoing it looks at the party of heroes. angrily it pulls its tail up over its head and shoots a two foot boney spike at the party. Angerd thew part sets forward joiuned now by two diore bears picked up by myrdivar an elven druid who joined the party in their way to the temple. As the partry sets off ominously to the baby manticore
Another figure flies over thids of its mother coming back to set upon the parrty for attacking its baby. Spike longer than an elven arm fly at the party driving though armor and flesh alike. Runir the cleric dives over the children drawing them awy from th battle he praysa to hios god and a sanctuary covers them protecting them with its shiummering haze from the attacks of the enemy. Arroms swors and staffs fly blood elf or otherwise litters the ground spikes peirce several of the party. The ledest amticore aproaches the shuimmering haze of rthe cleric. it looks around confused at the odd feeling it has when it looks at the dome shaking its head it plungest head first through the spell of the cleric shattering the dome of sanctuary. Pulling the children behingd him he protecxts the children huddling them under his arms a clawed paw pulls back the claws extend themselves to their fullest 6 inches of black bone tear through the chainmail ,raking fire across the elven back. runnig with the children runir dives under the only protection he sees, a dire bear of myrdivar's is stnaidng their getting ready to attck ruinir pulls the unconcious dynec undcer him and rolls under the giant bear.
The bear ripps and tearts into the beast and the p[arty joins spell and sword alikle fly at the beast as it attmpts to rewach the elf who holds the child the beast finnally drops.
"BY the grace of the gods that was a close one", gasps ruir as whisper starts to deal with the gashes across his back.
"Yeah, it was we dont see many manticores in this forest. it seems as is someone really didnt want that child to be healed of his poison."
"All the more reason to see to it that he reaches that temple. I assume we are not far off now."
"NO the druids of the forest send word that we are not far away. Hold still i have a wand that uses healing magic this might be a bit uncomfortable for a minute."
The fire agian ignites on ruirs back but is immediatly quenched with ice. raw gashes pull together binding themselves together the skin closes and the muscles reknit themselves together.
Farther down the road and near the temple the party stops for rest. That night as fate would decide amikiri was again on watch this rtime he walks off into the darkness a good fifty feet from the party and again promptly falls into meditation.
This time the surviving goblimns return with even greater numbers and allies. Giant bats and gnolls pour silently from the trees goblins following. The heroes once again get a rude awakening. A bat flies toward runir who is asleepby the children trying to protect them. A bat swoops down oiut of tyhe sky and lands on him sinking its fabgs into him. He jumps up from the pain and stands ready battling the bat goblins and gnolls pour over the party most get mown down by the group of adventurers but in the process the adventurers themselves fall. All that remians area few surviviors and dead bodies lie everywere. ON elast giant bat stands over a dead body an elven form lies bleeding over a boys unconcious form. no breath issues fro the corpse of runir xiloscient he died in his duty to protect the child from all harm.
A griphon swoops silently in to night adn clerics rush off of its back to all of the injured. The bat is easily dispatched and fed to the griphon. ONe cleric drops off of the back of the giphon and walks slowly towards hawke as he lies on the ground barely alive. She looks at him her black drow skin fading easily into the night. She had cast several spells on herself beforehand in preperation of this momnet asn reaches into her belt. As she does the ldaze clears before hawkes almost dead eyes. he sees kneeloing before him a vision of beauty That almost plunges him again into unconciousness. She pulls one of her hairs and raps it around teh top of a vial. placing another in the actual potion. she pours it down hawke's throte. A feeling of warmth passes down his thought and ionto his heart. he looks upon this drow woman and sees her with more beauty than ever walke dthe earth. GAsoing his sudden undying love for his own personal godess he drops into unconcious form. The party gathered onto the waiting griphons and off they flew to the temple. A night passes and in the morinign clerics and druids gather over the party healing and binmding thier wounds two cases were found where this would not be enough. A half elf bard by the name of Amy short for Amyralise, and runir. First over Amy they bring out the last of their diamonds sprinkiling its dust over her and calling her back from ther wordl of the dead. But outside of rnirs chamber a whispered conversation takes place.
"We dont have any more diamonds we cannot ressurect him."
"Waht other choices do we have?" whispers the elder cleric. She looks through the door at the elf lying on the stone table.
"The druids know of a spell that is seldom used but they sway might work. Itdoesnt bring him back but provides a new body for him to reside in. it reincarnates him"
"IF that is all we can do then we shall try it. I hope this works."
Seven druids carry the body in to the woods. Standing in the moonlight they lay the naked body on the grass. The lead druid raises her arms and speaks to the trees. The forest answers with a ghroan trees fall and are pulled by winds to the body of runir. Grass and flowers leaves and dirt naturee froms itself in a whilkrwind around the body shaping its own to bring back the cleric of tyr. The horse of our cleric walks slowly in to mix and ads flecxh and bllod to the mixture. Slowly the whirlwiond dies. and a body satnds in the glde. ONe last burst of whind pours from the sky and flows into the mouth of the body. Gasping the lungs inflate and the heart stasrts to beat. Eyes slowly open.
Several of the female druids gasp and faint rangers point bows at the body Hundreds of arrow tips point at thje heart of the newly awakened body. runir stands in shock and tries to step closer to the druids but stumbles not knowing quite how to work his four legs.
Four legs? he turns and looks at his body. A sleek black coat covers strong horse lines and an equine body but looking down his chest he sees. dark skin covering a strong human frame. rearing up in anger the black centaur tosses his mane of white hair. ON his hind legs his front legs paw the3 air and hands clasped in fist runir shakes tehm at the heavens for their cruell joke. MOonlight bathes the cerntaur as he screams in fury.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Thus became a cleric of right part of the beasts of wrong.
For more info look up centaurs acording to greek mythology drinking and raping they were particularly vulgar and eveil which is slihgtly unbecoming in a cleric, with the dreams of paldinhood.
Thus ends the second instalment of the abandoned storyhour.
PS feedback wopuld be swell for me you all seemed to like lela and his wwriting what about the Captain? assumoing ofcourse i am not the only one who is reading this Story hour. signing off to the great silence of the net. -Captain Anonymous
part 2: He who walks in righteousness
A solitary elf raised among humans. stands willing to return to the forest that is his birthright. A holy symbol displayed proudly on his chest, he surveys this forest. The law and justice must find a home in the elven heart so he has ventured here at the bequest of his suppiriors. A long life this one has hadf freinds have grown old and died before his eyes living with humans is a trying thing for an elf but still he enters this forest for them to spread the truth he has found in human lands.
"A child in need, quickly then i have a horse here we will travel much faster if we ride."
Arrangements are made and the party sets off. Hawke scouting ahead and the rest travelling behind surounding the children.
Days pass and still they travel. Every night, Whisper stands alone in the tewiligt facing the trees. her mouth opens and she breatyhes outy her plea to the forest in the language of the trees. The wind carries around her brushing hercheeks and hair. Nature has heard her message and will pass it.
Each dawn an elf in chainmail kneels with his mace, prayiing in the language of man to a god of man, asking for strength he prepares himself every day to be his last.
Night comes upon the party still traveling through the forest getting closer to the salvation of dynec.
One night a gaurd was set up. amakiriswings easily into a tree to stand gaurd over the party while they rest.
FAte it seems was unnaturally cruel this day.
Amakiri, so he wouldnt fall out of the tree lashes himself to the branch and the trunk. Soon he falls asleep, in the tree and lashed so he cannot protect the party.
Just that night, figures lurk in the bushes. snickering under their breath they aproach the peaceful encampment.
Runir awakens in the night. sitting upright he heard a creak of armor or maybe a whisp of sound but he sitys up to see his freinda already waking.
To his dismay they were waking to a band of goblins laying siege to the group. Snatching up his mace Runir stands to fight off three of the brutes. Still in his night wear, he lashes out at his foes. Heads ands arms crunch with the heavy mace. Arrows fly in the darkness and swords flash in the sputting coals of the fire. A voice is heard above the commotion and bounding in the darkness comes two bears of dire sizer ans strength destoying goblins as they attack the tree that the arrowslinger hides in. Runir goes down early and is uncouncious for most of the battle. Whisper stnads apart from the battle and blows her wish to the wind. Nature answers her call and the ground pours forth its moisture. Risiong up the forest leeks a cloud of grey that blankets the camp all is lost in the thick grey fog. The tide of battle soon turns in favor of the heroes.
Irch stnads by a tall tree with one of his goblin brtetheren he grasps his freind because he cant see his warty green hand even and inch from his pointy nose.
"What go here mukbutt?" I dont see no foe!"
Suddenly the arm that IRch was grasping fllslimp in his grasp and his freind drops to the ground. terrified irch searches the murk. he looks up from his freinds body just ion time to se a black staff come whilring again and again fromthe murk.
Another dead goblin falls to the ground his head caved in from blows from a staff.
A similar scene an the other side of the tree. Ropes drop to the ground snaking coils over several confused goblins, why would a trewe drop rope? confuised they start again to hack at the tree trying to knock the bowelf out of it. ONe drops from thier midst confused the otehrsw llok around. DArk paws fly from the mist and grabtwo of the goblins and wrnech them away from the tree the last one looks around worried. An elf walks out from the rear of the tree. eagerly the goblin hoists its club and takes two steps towards the lone figure. A flash of light and a blade peirces the goblin between the eyes leaving it poinned into the tree a scimitar trough its skull. The lone figure jerks the sword from the great oak and the goblin slides to the ground leaving a bloody mess all over the tree bark. Wiping his sword on some grass Amakiri walks on looking for more treekillers.
MInutes, seeming like hours later, thye fog clears.
Goblins lie in pools of bloood in the early dawn light. Runir covered in blood red of his own and brown of his foes, lies by the bodies of two of the attackers he drew them away from the camp in hopes of saving the children his armor lies clena in the light by his bedroll. Others stand bleeding in the plale falsedawn. Whisper moves from freind to freind treating injuroiees and bandaging cuts and bruises.
Hours later the party recoverd and readfy for the dzy sets out once again runir sitting uncomfortably on the rocking of his horse. He barely amnbaged to survive that last battle, but is still determined to carry his message to the elves of his ancestral homeland.
ANother day another scene, this the party is moving along ahveing weatherd several more battles adn being slightly the worse for wear a shadow passes over the ground. wide wings spread across the path. Looking up they see two figures flying above with the bodies of lions ans odd man like faces.
One flaters ans lands ahead of the party. the smallest one little more thasn a child it crys for its mothers. turnoing it looks at the party of heroes. angrily it pulls its tail up over its head and shoots a two foot boney spike at the party. Angerd thew part sets forward joiuned now by two diore bears picked up by myrdivar an elven druid who joined the party in their way to the temple. As the partry sets off ominously to the baby manticore
Another figure flies over thids of its mother coming back to set upon the parrty for attacking its baby. Spike longer than an elven arm fly at the party driving though armor and flesh alike. Runir the cleric dives over the children drawing them awy from th battle he praysa to hios god and a sanctuary covers them protecting them with its shiummering haze from the attacks of the enemy. Arroms swors and staffs fly blood elf or otherwise litters the ground spikes peirce several of the party. The ledest amticore aproaches the shuimmering haze of rthe cleric. it looks around confused at the odd feeling it has when it looks at the dome shaking its head it plungest head first through the spell of the cleric shattering the dome of sanctuary. Pulling the children behingd him he protecxts the children huddling them under his arms a clawed paw pulls back the claws extend themselves to their fullest 6 inches of black bone tear through the chainmail ,raking fire across the elven back. runnig with the children runir dives under the only protection he sees, a dire bear of myrdivar's is stnaidng their getting ready to attck ruinir pulls the unconcious dynec undcer him and rolls under the giant bear.
The bear ripps and tearts into the beast and the p[arty joins spell and sword alikle fly at the beast as it attmpts to rewach the elf who holds the child the beast finnally drops.
"BY the grace of the gods that was a close one", gasps ruir as whisper starts to deal with the gashes across his back.
"Yeah, it was we dont see many manticores in this forest. it seems as is someone really didnt want that child to be healed of his poison."
"All the more reason to see to it that he reaches that temple. I assume we are not far off now."
"NO the druids of the forest send word that we are not far away. Hold still i have a wand that uses healing magic this might be a bit uncomfortable for a minute."
The fire agian ignites on ruirs back but is immediatly quenched with ice. raw gashes pull together binding themselves together the skin closes and the muscles reknit themselves together.
Farther down the road and near the temple the party stops for rest. That night as fate would decide amikiri was again on watch this rtime he walks off into the darkness a good fifty feet from the party and again promptly falls into meditation.
This time the surviving goblimns return with even greater numbers and allies. Giant bats and gnolls pour silently from the trees goblins following. The heroes once again get a rude awakening. A bat flies toward runir who is asleepby the children trying to protect them. A bat swoops down oiut of tyhe sky and lands on him sinking its fabgs into him. He jumps up from the pain and stands ready battling the bat goblins and gnolls pour over the party most get mown down by the group of adventurers but in the process the adventurers themselves fall. All that remians area few surviviors and dead bodies lie everywere. ON elast giant bat stands over a dead body an elven form lies bleeding over a boys unconcious form. no breath issues fro the corpse of runir xiloscient he died in his duty to protect the child from all harm.
A griphon swoops silently in to night adn clerics rush off of its back to all of the injured. The bat is easily dispatched and fed to the griphon. ONe cleric drops off of the back of the giphon and walks slowly towards hawke as he lies on the ground barely alive. She looks at him her black drow skin fading easily into the night. She had cast several spells on herself beforehand in preperation of this momnet asn reaches into her belt. As she does the ldaze clears before hawkes almost dead eyes. he sees kneeloing before him a vision of beauty That almost plunges him again into unconciousness. She pulls one of her hairs and raps it around teh top of a vial. placing another in the actual potion. she pours it down hawke's throte. A feeling of warmth passes down his thought and ionto his heart. he looks upon this drow woman and sees her with more beauty than ever walke dthe earth. GAsoing his sudden undying love for his own personal godess he drops into unconcious form. The party gathered onto the waiting griphons and off they flew to the temple. A night passes and in the morinign clerics and druids gather over the party healing and binmding thier wounds two cases were found where this would not be enough. A half elf bard by the name of Amy short for Amyralise, and runir. First over Amy they bring out the last of their diamonds sprinkiling its dust over her and calling her back from ther wordl of the dead. But outside of rnirs chamber a whispered conversation takes place.
"We dont have any more diamonds we cannot ressurect him."
"Waht other choices do we have?" whispers the elder cleric. She looks through the door at the elf lying on the stone table.
"The druids know of a spell that is seldom used but they sway might work. Itdoesnt bring him back but provides a new body for him to reside in. it reincarnates him"
"IF that is all we can do then we shall try it. I hope this works."
Seven druids carry the body in to the woods. Standing in the moonlight they lay the naked body on the grass. The lead druid raises her arms and speaks to the trees. The forest answers with a ghroan trees fall and are pulled by winds to the body of runir. Grass and flowers leaves and dirt naturee froms itself in a whilkrwind around the body shaping its own to bring back the cleric of tyr. The horse of our cleric walks slowly in to mix and ads flecxh and bllod to the mixture. Slowly the whirlwiond dies. and a body satnds in the glde. ONe last burst of whind pours from the sky and flows into the mouth of the body. Gasping the lungs inflate and the heart stasrts to beat. Eyes slowly open.
Several of the female druids gasp and faint rangers point bows at the body Hundreds of arrow tips point at thje heart of the newly awakened body. runir stands in shock and tries to step closer to the druids but stumbles not knowing quite how to work his four legs.
Four legs? he turns and looks at his body. A sleek black coat covers strong horse lines and an equine body but looking down his chest he sees. dark skin covering a strong human frame. rearing up in anger the black centaur tosses his mane of white hair. ON his hind legs his front legs paw the3 air and hands clasped in fist runir shakes tehm at the heavens for their cruell joke. MOonlight bathes the cerntaur as he screams in fury.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Thus became a cleric of right part of the beasts of wrong.
For more info look up centaurs acording to greek mythology drinking and raping they were particularly vulgar and eveil which is slihgtly unbecoming in a cleric, with the dreams of paldinhood.
Thus ends the second instalment of the abandoned storyhour.
PS feedback wopuld be swell for me you all seemed to like lela and his wwriting what about the Captain? assumoing ofcourse i am not the only one who is reading this Story hour. signing off to the great silence of the net. -Captain Anonymous