Twisted Infinity
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Tares negates with his head. “That would be unnecesarily slow and cumbersome.”
In the blink of the eye he shapechanges into Bralani form, after considering his options. “I´ll have to renew the spell several times*, but it´s a little price. Please take that tome and mark the relevant parts, this way we could save our time and your breath.”
*Each shapechange lasts 3 hours and 40 minutes. Bralanis have Tongues as a supernatural ability.
Dimitri~
The sun is bright and warm in the sky as Dimitri makes his way to the abandoned graveyard. It is hard to believe that something bad could happen on such a lovely day, but Dimitri knows that evil doesn’t wait for dark and stormy nights to strike.
The trees are much older as he approaches the overgrown graves. He could see where the graveyard might have a bad reputation. The local plant life looked healthy and there were birds singing in the trees. It was unlikely that there was anything more sinister here than an aggressive squirrel.
Approaching the half-collapsed chapel brought forth memories of his first journey here so long ago. Why they had chosen to come here at night was beyond him, but they had. They had been met by a handful of zombies and skeletons out in the yard itself. They had dealt with them relatively easily. Inside the chapel they had found several ghouls holding some kind of unholy mass.
Stepping into the chapel he could almost see the pitched battle again. Being knocked against that wall, Jonjon’s heroic charge to save Catelyn. Both heroic and foolish, all of them had been. But they had won, if only just. Jonjon hadn’t, but he did manage to save Catelyn. Dimitri shook his head, he was here to find the boy, not relive the past.
Looking around, it was fairly obvious what happened, the gapping hole in the floor was a clear indication the floor had collapsed into the cellar below. Not trusting the floor to his weight, Dimitri walked around the structure to the entrance to the cellar. The door was no longer there and he cautiously stepped into the darkness.
As he suspected the boy lay there in a pile of rubble. He wasn’t moving, but he still drew breath.
Tares Hehrog~ (2 demerits for thinking ahead of the DM)
Evening comes, while Tares had read through 4 of the travelogues, nothing but tantalizing hints of a deeper understanding seems to be contained in them.
Cerren enters the room as Tares finishes the fourth book, “If you have a moment, the Lady requests you presence when you find a convient time.”
Ata, Glangim~
The hall is filled with boisterous dwarves. One dwarf seems to be finishing a story makes the entire place erupt in laughter.
He holds his mug high and yells “To Derrick!” which the gather responds “To Derrick” and they all take a deep drink and then another begins a story. Some are poignant, some are humorous but it is clear everyone here had a great fondness for the dwarf.
After about an hour, Glangim enters the hall. The festivities go on deep into the night. As morning nears, Balin Steelbiter makes his way to the table where Ata, Glangim and Untor sit.
He places his hand on Glangim’s shoulder, “Sorry lad, I knew ye and Derrick were close.”
He sits down, “You find out what happen to the squidies?”
Shifter~
The dwarves seem to be entrenched in the party/funereal beneath Shifter. As their laughter waifs up to him, his feeling of isolation increases. He knows he would not be turned away, as well as he knows he would not be truly welcomed.
The smell of pine seems to wander through the cavern. Dun Faerin sit midway up Mount Faerin, the gates of the city are the only thing that would keep Shifter running free in the night forests, which would seem a welcome change to the stifling cavern.
The sun is bright and warm in the sky as Dimitri makes his way to the abandoned graveyard. It is hard to believe that something bad could happen on such a lovely day, but Dimitri knows that evil doesn’t wait for dark and stormy nights to strike.
The trees are much older as he approaches the overgrown graves. He could see where the graveyard might have a bad reputation. The local plant life looked healthy and there were birds singing in the trees. It was unlikely that there was anything more sinister here than an aggressive squirrel.
Approaching the half-collapsed chapel brought forth memories of his first journey here so long ago. Why they had chosen to come here at night was beyond him, but they had. They had been met by a handful of zombies and skeletons out in the yard itself. They had dealt with them relatively easily. Inside the chapel they had found several ghouls holding some kind of unholy mass.
Stepping into the chapel he could almost see the pitched battle again. Being knocked against that wall, Jonjon’s heroic charge to save Catelyn. Both heroic and foolish, all of them had been. But they had won, if only just. Jonjon hadn’t, but he did manage to save Catelyn. Dimitri shook his head, he was here to find the boy, not relive the past.
Looking around, it was fairly obvious what happened, the gapping hole in the floor was a clear indication the floor had collapsed into the cellar below. Not trusting the floor to his weight, Dimitri walked around the structure to the entrance to the cellar. The door was no longer there and he cautiously stepped into the darkness.
As he suspected the boy lay there in a pile of rubble. He wasn’t moving, but he still drew breath.
Tares Hehrog~ (2 demerits for thinking ahead of the DM)
Evening comes, while Tares had read through 4 of the travelogues, nothing but tantalizing hints of a deeper understanding seems to be contained in them.
Cerren enters the room as Tares finishes the fourth book, “If you have a moment, the Lady requests you presence when you find a convient time.”
Ata, Glangim~
The hall is filled with boisterous dwarves. One dwarf seems to be finishing a story makes the entire place erupt in laughter.
He holds his mug high and yells “To Derrick!” which the gather responds “To Derrick” and they all take a deep drink and then another begins a story. Some are poignant, some are humorous but it is clear everyone here had a great fondness for the dwarf.
After about an hour, Glangim enters the hall. The festivities go on deep into the night. As morning nears, Balin Steelbiter makes his way to the table where Ata, Glangim and Untor sit.
He places his hand on Glangim’s shoulder, “Sorry lad, I knew ye and Derrick were close.”
He sits down, “You find out what happen to the squidies?”
Shifter~
The dwarves seem to be entrenched in the party/funereal beneath Shifter. As their laughter waifs up to him, his feeling of isolation increases. He knows he would not be turned away, as well as he knows he would not be truly welcomed.
The smell of pine seems to wander through the cavern. Dun Faerin sit midway up Mount Faerin, the gates of the city are the only thing that would keep Shifter running free in the night forests, which would seem a welcome change to the stifling cavern.
Nac Mac Feegle
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Shifter flits off from the stalactite and approaches the gates. As the gates come closer, Shifter's body becoms insubstantial, and the gates pass by unnoticed. Shifting subtly, a hawk rides the thermals of the night air, surveying the land below it. Freedom feels good.
OOC: Shapeshifters can assume insubstatial forms, so Shifter became the ghost of a bird, then a hawk.
OOC: Shapeshifters can assume insubstatial forms, so Shifter became the ghost of a bird, then a hawk.
Someone
Adventurer
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Tares closes the book and looks up to Cerren. As always that he´s deeply concentrated, he has an angry look in his face that almost make the elf step back.
The sorcerer gets up and collects his notes: a few pieces of parchment with the scarce hints he could collect in Aerdin´s books. “I´ll go immediately,” says “as soon I can refresh myself; I only need a wash bowl with some cold water.”
However, while following Cerren his mind continues on the books. ”Not what I expected. But he could have missed some important details. Obviously, or he didn´t investigated properly the sites –losing his time with tress and critters- or he´s hiding something. In any case, I´ll have to visit them if the rest of the books turn to be the same. I have a good description, and reaching that places shouldn´t be difficult.”
Wrahn said:
Listening to the gathering, Glangim mentally recounts his own stories of Derrick, many of them following similar veins of those told. His hand drops subconsciously to his hammer, tracing the etchings with smooth fingers.
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"Aye, Derrick was the closest thing I had to my own kin all these years." Taking up his mug he'll finish off the rest of the aged dwarven stout, then at the mention of the illithid his face empties for a brief moment, returning to a grin and he says "they over-reached, dark elves took wind of it and are driving 'em hard."
Tares Hehrog~
Cerren takes you through the winding passages until you enter a room, lit by several continual flame lamps. There is a table set with various fruits and meats. There is a crystal decanter with what appears to be a dark wine, with two crystal glasses near.
“The Lady will be here soon, please feel free to start.” Cerren says as he walks out of the room.
“That boy is far too serious,” Elusriel says as she steps into the room shaking her head.
She walks up to the table and picks up a red orange fruit that Tares doesn’t immediately recognize. She closes her eyes as she bites into, as if in rapture. She then turns to you, “Please, start, we don’t stand on ceremony here, take what you wish. Do you want a glass of wine?”
As they begin to eat, she will tell Tares of individual fruits and meats, how they were prepared, where they can be found and how they were grown. They are an exotic blend of tastes, the meat is spiced differently than Tares has ever tasted. It is an experience of taste that can hardly be matched by the most accomplished human chefs. It seems an odd custom to share and eat off the table with no individual plates or utensils, but somehow Elusriel seems to make it seem very elegant.
When they are done, Elusriel escorts Tares to the next room. It has a small bowl which Elusriel washes her hands in, two chairs which look over a large window. Looknig out the window, the view shows them to beneath the canopy of trees, but still has a commanding view of the clearing around the great tree.
Elusriel sits down and indicates Tares should as well.
“How goes your research?”
After your explanation, “I would not imagine he was being evasive in his logs, perhaps reading further will bring further enlightenment.”
“Before you return to your research, however, I have something I would ask of you.” She looks out into the clearing, pausing dramatically.
“I would know of my daughter? Is she happy? I know that losing Katra was a blow to her, has she recovered? Is she happy again?”
Ata, Glangrim~
Balin considers his words, before he can respond Untor shouts to the crowd, “Ye hear that! The Flayers and the Drow are bleedin’ one another!”
A great shout goes up through the hall, the dwarves know that their two greatest enemies fighting each other is only good for them. It virtually guarantees the safety of Dun Faerin, at least for the next few years. Ole Daelo offers a round on the house, bringing further cheers.
Balin signals Ata and Glangrim to come outside so they can talk. Stepping out, “Aye tis good news lad, sweet and bitter one right after another. It offers up possibilities, perhaps one we will not have again for a long time. Ya know where I be standing on the matter, but don’t be making the decesion lightly, the burden of a crown is a real and terrible one.”
“The processional starts soon, we’d best be getting’ back.” Balin says looking toward the gate.
The dwarven burial ceremony consists of 2 days of celebration of the life of the individual and then the third day, a processional is formed, winding it’s way through the city, until they come to the tunnel leading deep into the earth is reached, then the pallbearers, which usually consists of clan and close friends, takes the body down to the Bones of the Earth, the dwarven graveyard. When the Pallbearers return, the official period of mourning begins.
Soon Glangim must make his decision.
Shifter~
The night air is slightly chilled, but it feels wonderful to have nothing but sky above him. Flight allows the stretching of muscles like nothing else, taking large lazy circles over the mountains is cathartic.
The half moon is setting as Shifter lands on a branch over looking a mountain lake. The light from the moon reflects almost perfectly of the still lake.
Watching for a while, another bird flutters and lands next to him. Turning to look at the unusual behavior, Shifter realizes that in fact he knows this entity that is wearing the form of the bird.
She, and Shifter knows it is a she, nuzzles his neck, “I have found you at last my love.”
He knows that evil was given form it would be this bird next to him.
Cerren takes you through the winding passages until you enter a room, lit by several continual flame lamps. There is a table set with various fruits and meats. There is a crystal decanter with what appears to be a dark wine, with two crystal glasses near.
“The Lady will be here soon, please feel free to start.” Cerren says as he walks out of the room.
“That boy is far too serious,” Elusriel says as she steps into the room shaking her head.
She walks up to the table and picks up a red orange fruit that Tares doesn’t immediately recognize. She closes her eyes as she bites into, as if in rapture. She then turns to you, “Please, start, we don’t stand on ceremony here, take what you wish. Do you want a glass of wine?”
As they begin to eat, she will tell Tares of individual fruits and meats, how they were prepared, where they can be found and how they were grown. They are an exotic blend of tastes, the meat is spiced differently than Tares has ever tasted. It is an experience of taste that can hardly be matched by the most accomplished human chefs. It seems an odd custom to share and eat off the table with no individual plates or utensils, but somehow Elusriel seems to make it seem very elegant.
When they are done, Elusriel escorts Tares to the next room. It has a small bowl which Elusriel washes her hands in, two chairs which look over a large window. Looknig out the window, the view shows them to beneath the canopy of trees, but still has a commanding view of the clearing around the great tree.
Elusriel sits down and indicates Tares should as well.
“How goes your research?”
After your explanation, “I would not imagine he was being evasive in his logs, perhaps reading further will bring further enlightenment.”
“Before you return to your research, however, I have something I would ask of you.” She looks out into the clearing, pausing dramatically.
“I would know of my daughter? Is she happy? I know that losing Katra was a blow to her, has she recovered? Is she happy again?”
Ata, Glangrim~
Balin considers his words, before he can respond Untor shouts to the crowd, “Ye hear that! The Flayers and the Drow are bleedin’ one another!”
A great shout goes up through the hall, the dwarves know that their two greatest enemies fighting each other is only good for them. It virtually guarantees the safety of Dun Faerin, at least for the next few years. Ole Daelo offers a round on the house, bringing further cheers.
Balin signals Ata and Glangrim to come outside so they can talk. Stepping out, “Aye tis good news lad, sweet and bitter one right after another. It offers up possibilities, perhaps one we will not have again for a long time. Ya know where I be standing on the matter, but don’t be making the decesion lightly, the burden of a crown is a real and terrible one.”
“The processional starts soon, we’d best be getting’ back.” Balin says looking toward the gate.
The dwarven burial ceremony consists of 2 days of celebration of the life of the individual and then the third day, a processional is formed, winding it’s way through the city, until they come to the tunnel leading deep into the earth is reached, then the pallbearers, which usually consists of clan and close friends, takes the body down to the Bones of the Earth, the dwarven graveyard. When the Pallbearers return, the official period of mourning begins.
Soon Glangim must make his decision.
Shifter~
The night air is slightly chilled, but it feels wonderful to have nothing but sky above him. Flight allows the stretching of muscles like nothing else, taking large lazy circles over the mountains is cathartic.
The half moon is setting as Shifter lands on a branch over looking a mountain lake. The light from the moon reflects almost perfectly of the still lake.
Watching for a while, another bird flutters and lands next to him. Turning to look at the unusual behavior, Shifter realizes that in fact he knows this entity that is wearing the form of the bird.
She, and Shifter knows it is a she, nuzzles his neck, “I have found you at last my love.”
He knows that evil was given form it would be this bird next to him.
Ashy
First Post
Ata listens to the cheers of the dwarves; and says in regards to the drow and the mind flayers warring with one another. "I only hope it is not a clever ruse." He lets his single statement stand on its own, seeing no need nor any reason to expound. For now, he follows Glangim's movements, feeling the need to be there for his "other-brother" should he need him...
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