The Defenders of Tronus - The Birth of Heroes (Updated 2/28/04)
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A witch? A WITCH? Why, I oughta... /readies a backhand slap 
I should have just let that rather interesting creature tear Daz to bits, but I just couldn't allow that to happen (no matter how troublesome he is). Besides, I knew the creature would have to fall since it was clearly after the same item we needed. And, once it expired, I knew I could use my salve & keep it's remains for my shop. Very interesting specimen, that one!
I should have just let that rather interesting creature tear Daz to bits, but I just couldn't allow that to happen (no matter how troublesome he is). Besides, I knew the creature would have to fall since it was clearly after the same item we needed. And, once it expired, I knew I could use my salve & keep it's remains for my shop. Very interesting specimen, that one!
The Defenders of Tronus – The Return to Tronus:
In the morning the Defenders readied their belongings and Azerot asked them all to stay in the chamber for a moment while he addressed Loasaur.
When he entered the tomb, he found that the sarcophagus had been emptied of everything except for the Eye of Zorm. Loasaur was standing next to the altar to Trelar, just watching. Azerot withdrew a piece of cloth and rapped it around the eye, as to not touch the foul artifact and placed it in his bag.
“Thank you friend,” Azerot spoke to Loasaur.
“I will pray to Trelar for your safety,” replied Loasaur. “I would also like to offer you the treasures of this shrine. I have no need of them, and this place has been lost to followers of Trelar. They will be put to better use aiding you in the destruction of the eye. And know this; only the living may carry the eye.”
Azerot walked over and shook the hand of the undead guardian, “May I have the strength to set you free.”
The party was surprised when Azerot returned and informed them that they should gather up the rest of the treasures around the chamber. He then told them that he had made a deal with Loasaur and that they would not have to battle for the Eye of Zorm. The look on Azerot’s face deterred the rest of the Defenders from asking any more questions. Even Daz’s eyes started to sag as the group passed by the now empty tomb. They all realized what had just transpired.
At the base of the Mountain, Twizle recovered the hidden magical carriage and the party quickly sped their way back to Tronus. They finally arrived in the city a few hours after nightfall. Although they tried not to raise a lot of attention, they soon found that it was hard to be inconspicuous in a horseless cart. As the citizens congregated in the streets, they began to chant Storm’s name.
Yet all they could see was Cinder, in gnome guise driving the carriage. It wasn’t until Rayna peered out of the window, shaking her head, with tears lightly dribbling down her face did the crowd’s chanting cease. The masses were awestruck that the blue goliath, whom they had recently accepted as the city’s mascot, was now unable to wave at them as he passed. Many hadn’t even come to the realization yet, that Storm was among the deceased.
Cinder raced the carriage across town to the Duke Kevrin’s castle where Kevrin himself along with several of the benefactors of Tronus met the Defenders. There was also an elven bounty hunter present. It was apparent that he wasn’t from Silverpine; the most well know elven community on Avrick. Rayna quickly surmised that he must be a desert nomad from the arid plains that lie to the east, between Tronus and Kaldrid.
None of the group thought much of the additional member to Duke Kevrin’s entourage until the last of the party made their way off of the carriage. Daz jumped out of the carriage with extreme grace, but tripped slightly as he landed. He had spotted the man wearing dusty leather armor and reeled in horror. It was apparent not everyone in Tronus was as naïve as the Defenders.
The bounty hunter quickly drew his scimitar in one hand, and a wanted poster of Daz in the other. Daz just grinned wildly as he suddenly found himself pinned against the cart by the curved blade, while town guards shackled his hands and feet. The elven nomad managed to snag a crumpled piece of paper from Daz’s pouch before the guard hauled the criminal off to serve his time. The bounty hunter brushed his shoulder-length brown hair from his face and squinted his perfectly almond shaped eyes. His gaze passed over each of the Defenders, eyeing them as if to make sure all was in order before he was ready to sheathe his sword. Then he spoke in a sly, calm voice, “Lord Kevrin, I believe that the capture of this imposter concludes our deal.”
The bounty hunter tossed the crumbled paper to the Duke who gingerly rolled it flat against the side of the carriage. “Thank you Kaelin, and are you sure that you won’t consider my offer?”
The weathered elf, already starting to walk off into the darkness, turned slightly and coldly responded, “I’ll sleep on it.”
Once Kaelin was out of sight, Kevrin focused again on the Defenders. “I am deeply sorry for the loss Storm, yet we don’t have time to mourn right now. I’ll arrange for a funeral at dawn, but I’m afraid that we have much fouler things to discuss.”
The Duke motioned for the Defenders to carry their conversation from the city streets to the meeting hall within his castle-like mansion. Before Kevrin followed the party into the chamber, he handed the worn note to one of his most trusted assistants. In near desperation the Duke spoke, “Make sure that this note is delivered tonight, and don’t accept no for an answer.”
The assistant agreed without hesitation and rushed off to complete his mission. Kevrin stood in the hall for another moment while the shadow of a man stepped out of the darkness. “I greatly appreciate having your expertise on this matter,” stated Kevrin while trying to mask the uneasiness that he was feeling by the stranger’s presence. After taking a deep breath to muster his confidence, Kevrin threw open the doors to the meeting room where he and the dark figure were now met by the exhausted gaze of the remaining Defenders: Rayna, Twizle, and Azerot (accompanied by his sidekick, Cinder the fire mephit, in gnome guise).
In the morning the Defenders readied their belongings and Azerot asked them all to stay in the chamber for a moment while he addressed Loasaur.
When he entered the tomb, he found that the sarcophagus had been emptied of everything except for the Eye of Zorm. Loasaur was standing next to the altar to Trelar, just watching. Azerot withdrew a piece of cloth and rapped it around the eye, as to not touch the foul artifact and placed it in his bag.
“Thank you friend,” Azerot spoke to Loasaur.
“I will pray to Trelar for your safety,” replied Loasaur. “I would also like to offer you the treasures of this shrine. I have no need of them, and this place has been lost to followers of Trelar. They will be put to better use aiding you in the destruction of the eye. And know this; only the living may carry the eye.”
Azerot walked over and shook the hand of the undead guardian, “May I have the strength to set you free.”
The party was surprised when Azerot returned and informed them that they should gather up the rest of the treasures around the chamber. He then told them that he had made a deal with Loasaur and that they would not have to battle for the Eye of Zorm. The look on Azerot’s face deterred the rest of the Defenders from asking any more questions. Even Daz’s eyes started to sag as the group passed by the now empty tomb. They all realized what had just transpired.
At the base of the Mountain, Twizle recovered the hidden magical carriage and the party quickly sped their way back to Tronus. They finally arrived in the city a few hours after nightfall. Although they tried not to raise a lot of attention, they soon found that it was hard to be inconspicuous in a horseless cart. As the citizens congregated in the streets, they began to chant Storm’s name.
Yet all they could see was Cinder, in gnome guise driving the carriage. It wasn’t until Rayna peered out of the window, shaking her head, with tears lightly dribbling down her face did the crowd’s chanting cease. The masses were awestruck that the blue goliath, whom they had recently accepted as the city’s mascot, was now unable to wave at them as he passed. Many hadn’t even come to the realization yet, that Storm was among the deceased.
Cinder raced the carriage across town to the Duke Kevrin’s castle where Kevrin himself along with several of the benefactors of Tronus met the Defenders. There was also an elven bounty hunter present. It was apparent that he wasn’t from Silverpine; the most well know elven community on Avrick. Rayna quickly surmised that he must be a desert nomad from the arid plains that lie to the east, between Tronus and Kaldrid.
None of the group thought much of the additional member to Duke Kevrin’s entourage until the last of the party made their way off of the carriage. Daz jumped out of the carriage with extreme grace, but tripped slightly as he landed. He had spotted the man wearing dusty leather armor and reeled in horror. It was apparent not everyone in Tronus was as naïve as the Defenders.
The bounty hunter quickly drew his scimitar in one hand, and a wanted poster of Daz in the other. Daz just grinned wildly as he suddenly found himself pinned against the cart by the curved blade, while town guards shackled his hands and feet. The elven nomad managed to snag a crumpled piece of paper from Daz’s pouch before the guard hauled the criminal off to serve his time. The bounty hunter brushed his shoulder-length brown hair from his face and squinted his perfectly almond shaped eyes. His gaze passed over each of the Defenders, eyeing them as if to make sure all was in order before he was ready to sheathe his sword. Then he spoke in a sly, calm voice, “Lord Kevrin, I believe that the capture of this imposter concludes our deal.”
The bounty hunter tossed the crumbled paper to the Duke who gingerly rolled it flat against the side of the carriage. “Thank you Kaelin, and are you sure that you won’t consider my offer?”
The weathered elf, already starting to walk off into the darkness, turned slightly and coldly responded, “I’ll sleep on it.”
Once Kaelin was out of sight, Kevrin focused again on the Defenders. “I am deeply sorry for the loss Storm, yet we don’t have time to mourn right now. I’ll arrange for a funeral at dawn, but I’m afraid that we have much fouler things to discuss.”
The Duke motioned for the Defenders to carry their conversation from the city streets to the meeting hall within his castle-like mansion. Before Kevrin followed the party into the chamber, he handed the worn note to one of his most trusted assistants. In near desperation the Duke spoke, “Make sure that this note is delivered tonight, and don’t accept no for an answer.”
The assistant agreed without hesitation and rushed off to complete his mission. Kevrin stood in the hall for another moment while the shadow of a man stepped out of the darkness. “I greatly appreciate having your expertise on this matter,” stated Kevrin while trying to mask the uneasiness that he was feeling by the stranger’s presence. After taking a deep breath to muster his confidence, Kevrin threw open the doors to the meeting room where he and the dark figure were now met by the exhausted gaze of the remaining Defenders: Rayna, Twizle, and Azerot (accompanied by his sidekick, Cinder the fire mephit, in gnome guise).
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