The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!
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Argent Silvermage
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Devon
Devon looks from one speaker to the other. "Forgive me but just what are the "Purple Eyes"? Goblin kin or some form of Ogre?"
Devon shifts nervously, He wants to help but his heart is not with this. His teacher needs him. He looks over at the silent Graf and knows his thoughts are with nightshade as well.
Devon looks from one speaker to the other. "Forgive me but just what are the "Purple Eyes"? Goblin kin or some form of Ogre?"
Devon shifts nervously, He wants to help but his heart is not with this. His teacher needs him. He looks over at the silent Graf and knows his thoughts are with nightshade as well.
Argent Silvermage said:
"Goblins, definitely,"Liev confirms for Devon. "The 'purple' is their eyelids. Paint or tattoo, I'm not sure. Which, actually, you'd think I'd have figured out, since they were the ones going on and on in our faces about how important the dwarf and I were and the place of honor our slit throats would have and on and on..." here Liev rolls his eyes. "Suffice it to say they're a nasty lot, not least of all because they talk more than I do."
Then he add with a sly smile, "All that talking, and they aren't half as entertaining as I am."
Obeah Swiftwing glances at Liev amused. "Your friend here as the right of it, though I feel I should elaborate. The Purple Eyes are the ruling tribe of Vathi, so called because they paint their eyes in the Rus fashion. They are group of dark wizards and priests--some have even managed to train in the Society's secret unarmed techniques. They are more civilized than most of their mountain goblin kin, but even more accomplished in evil, and serve the godling Barizar and his father, Vathek." Turning at Devon, he nods. "Relax--I will not keep you from your mentor. In fact, I will accompany you myself. I wish to speak to my friend face to face one last time, as we did in our younger days." He picks up his staff, and strikes at a gong by his side. "Spanger!"
A young Wood Goblin ducks in. "Yes, Obeah?"
"Tell Horsemint to prepare Shadowspan and his platform. I need to fly, and I'll be taking passengers with me." As Spanger nods and ducks out of the room, he turns to the adventurers. "So, seeing as some of you seem to be ignorance, would you care to hear of Vaaldusk, so I may illustrate why it his weapons must never be unsurfaced?"
A young Wood Goblin ducks in. "Yes, Obeah?"
"Tell Horsemint to prepare Shadowspan and his platform. I need to fly, and I'll be taking passengers with me." As Spanger nods and ducks out of the room, he turns to the adventurers. "So, seeing as some of you seem to be ignorance, would you care to hear of Vaaldusk, so I may illustrate why it his weapons must never be unsurfaced?"
"Very well," says Swiftwing with a bow. "Now realize that this tale is the result of guesswork, and siftings at old legends, so I can not vouch for it's utter accuracy--still, the wise of the present day suspect it to be the truth..." He coughs slightly, clearing his throat. "Three great wars there were in the Age of the Eldar--three wars that shattered its kingdoms and its powers. The first was the War of the Jotun, when the Giants came down from Stormspeak and tried to enslave the world. The second was the War of the Sorcerer Kings, where the Eldar, the Sleurithians and the Nibelungen fought to free the Westermen from the slavery of the Zhalesu. And finally, there was the War of Twin Darks. In this war, the Sleurithians rose up to try and seize no less a power than godhood, while the Quaesteri, the swordarm of their Eldar kin, broke away, and fell into shadow. Many dark evils were born at that time--Quel'Mereda, the Black Marchers, Ogres, and the Verhazi. Bu the darkest evil was Vaaldusk the Cruel, Warmaster of the Sleurithians, the greatest warrior and the greatest wizard of his time. It was his mad dreams that drove his countrymen on, and it was his dark desires that would--"
At this moment, Spanger ducks back in. "Horsemint should have the bat ready in a moment, sir!"
Obeah Swiftwing turns on the young prentice angrily. "Spanger! How many times must I tell you not to interupt my recitations?" He blinks in a quiet rage. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. It was his dark desires that would lead this world to disaster indeed, to the Doom."
At this moment, Spanger ducks back in. "Horsemint should have the bat ready in a moment, sir!"
Obeah Swiftwing turns on the young prentice angrily. "Spanger! How many times must I tell you not to interupt my recitations?" He blinks in a quiet rage. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. It was his dark desires that would lead this world to disaster indeed, to the Doom."
Obeah Swiftwing glances at the group and then bids them to follow him. "This way--this way--now then--the War of Twin Darks came asa thief in the night. After two awesome wars, the Eldari finally saw evil vanquished. But evil sprouts eternal..."
He leads the group out of his tent to a walkway. "None expected it of Vaaldusk. The greatest of Sleurithian generals, he had fought against the Jotun and Zhalesu, leading the charge and winning decisive battles. But there was in him a dark ambition--to live forever, unaging. And this ambition flamed into a greater one--to make himself into a god. And thus as he fought against the giants and the sorcerer-kings, he also stole their secrets, seeking to gain their powers."
"And then, having gained the lore he sought, Vaaldusk retired to his fortress, and worked. He created vile races of monsters through the secret techniques of Mimar, made powerful spells using the Zhalesu's notes, and finally, when he felt he was ready, he marched. And soon many horrors rallied to his banners--proud lords of the Sleurithians--those Jotuns who survived the wreck of Stormspeak--perhaps the last circle of Zhalesu--dark dragons, and demons. Vaaldusk fought ferociously, and the forces of light, desperate from trying to hold back the Quaesteri could barely check him. Finally, they hoped for a miracle. One came." Obeah Swiftwing frowns. "Be careful what one wishes for. A lone god of light came down from the Upper Realm, to do battle with Vaaldusk. And was defeated. But as Vaaldusk struck down his divine opponent, the energies contained in it were released. Vaaldusk had thought he could capture and contain the force majeur, but he was wrong. It consumed him and let forth the Doom that shattered the realm of Valaheim into the two continents and many islands that exist today. The Sleurithians were seperated from most of the world, and indeed it would be centuries before they even realised that others had survived the Doom..."
At this point, the group reaches a tall platform. A gigantic bat is readying for flight, carrying what looks like a large basket in its feet. Swiftwing gestures to the basket. "And here is our ride. Please get in."
He leads the group out of his tent to a walkway. "None expected it of Vaaldusk. The greatest of Sleurithian generals, he had fought against the Jotun and Zhalesu, leading the charge and winning decisive battles. But there was in him a dark ambition--to live forever, unaging. And this ambition flamed into a greater one--to make himself into a god. And thus as he fought against the giants and the sorcerer-kings, he also stole their secrets, seeking to gain their powers."
"And then, having gained the lore he sought, Vaaldusk retired to his fortress, and worked. He created vile races of monsters through the secret techniques of Mimar, made powerful spells using the Zhalesu's notes, and finally, when he felt he was ready, he marched. And soon many horrors rallied to his banners--proud lords of the Sleurithians--those Jotuns who survived the wreck of Stormspeak--perhaps the last circle of Zhalesu--dark dragons, and demons. Vaaldusk fought ferociously, and the forces of light, desperate from trying to hold back the Quaesteri could barely check him. Finally, they hoped for a miracle. One came." Obeah Swiftwing frowns. "Be careful what one wishes for. A lone god of light came down from the Upper Realm, to do battle with Vaaldusk. And was defeated. But as Vaaldusk struck down his divine opponent, the energies contained in it were released. Vaaldusk had thought he could capture and contain the force majeur, but he was wrong. It consumed him and let forth the Doom that shattered the realm of Valaheim into the two continents and many islands that exist today. The Sleurithians were seperated from most of the world, and indeed it would be centuries before they even realised that others had survived the Doom..."
At this point, the group reaches a tall platform. A gigantic bat is readying for flight, carrying what looks like a large basket in its feet. Swiftwing gestures to the basket. "And here is our ride. Please get in."
Liev's eyes go wide at the sight of the bat. "You guys have the best toys ever," he whispers, smiling. He hustles to find a good spot in the basket. Then, while waiting for the others, seems to suddenly remember there was something else going on.
He quirks up his face and asks, "So Vaaldusk spent ages building all these nasties, only to get himself wiped out, but the Purple Eyes think they can just pick them up, dust them off, and do better?" He pauses, then adds, "I guess we did establish they were crazy already, didn't we?"
He quirks up his face and asks, "So Vaaldusk spent ages building all these nasties, only to get himself wiped out, but the Purple Eyes think they can just pick them up, dust them off, and do better?" He pauses, then adds, "I guess we did establish they were crazy already, didn't we?"
