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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7561710" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>UNDER A DARKSUN</p><p>“SEEKING BELINDA“</p><p>SEGMENT 169</p><p></p><p>STORM DAY 02</p><p>YEAR 23 </p><p>RAL CONTEMPLATION KING’S AGE 190</p><p>BAD LANDS SOUTH-WEST OF THE BLACK SPINE MOUNTAINS</p><p></p><p>“Yes. My patron can heal her.” Artuuk agrees.</p><p></p><p>Everyone stands there….. waiting.</p><p></p><p>“Will you heal her? Please?”</p><p></p><p>“I work in trade. What do you have to offer me? I am flexable.”</p><p></p><p>Dead Cold Silence</p><p></p><p>“You helped us against the gith but you won’t help us recover?”</p><p></p><p>“I hate Gith.”</p><p></p><p>“Well I guess that makes everything all hunky-dory here.” Mania begins to get up to try to force the cleric to heal Cosa. She grabs his hand to stop him.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t”</p><p></p><p>“You reopened the wound. How can you be so okay with this while you could be dead tomorrow?!?”</p><p></p><p>“Flexible. Define flexible.” Cosa weakly asks the wandering cleric.</p><p></p><p>“I am a collector. I like things to remember people by. He pinches his chin into his chest and begins to point at the various items woven into his armor. “This- this piece of black obsidian I got for my services when I aided a caravan near Urik. This stone- see how it was carefully painted-“</p><p></p><p>“Looks like a child did it” grumbles Mania.</p><p></p><p>“A child that poured her heart into it after I saved her pet Z’tal.”</p><p></p><p>“See…. He is reasonable. Offer him something.” The Cleric waits.</p><p></p><p>Balik offers him something. “I have this dagger I kinda found……”</p><p></p><p>“No. I don’t want your dagger. I want something unique. Something special.”</p><p></p><p>“It talks to me and says strange things in a strange language.”</p><p></p><p>The cleric ignores him.</p><p></p><p>“We escaped capture several times. Each time we would lose more equipment. We have only what you see.”</p><p></p><p>“A promise.” This piques his interest.</p><p></p><p>“What kind of promise?”</p><p></p><p>“That we will -together- create and offer a gift worthy.”</p><p></p><p>He thinks about this and shrugs. “Okay.”</p><p></p><p>Picking up sand and grit, the cleric kneels before Cosa. </p><p></p><p>“Powers of Earth and Stone please honor us both with the power of healing so that we can further your cause.” He holds the handful of dirt in his hands above his head and slowly lowers them to her exposed wound. He dripples the dirt onto her. More grit and stone pours from his hands than should have been there. She winces under the pressure as the dirt lands on her wound. The salt hurts but she goes on. She has learned that as nonlogical as it is to use dirt to heal an open wound, it is what an earth cleric does. The dirt continues to tumbles over her side where the crude spear had struck her. The dirt piles up along her side and covers the wound up. She shifts to get up but he stops her. “Give it a moment.”</p><p></p><p>Satisfied, he leans back. And smiles. “Now you may sit up.”</p><p></p><p>She shifts getting her elbows under her weight then pushes up with a grunt. The dirt pile slides off of her and only a scar remains.</p><p></p><p>“And you Basik…. What have you to offer?”</p><p></p><p>“A saying?” he offers.</p><p></p><p>Artuuk thinks this over. “Is this something you have heard or from your dagger?”</p><p></p><p>“The dagger.”</p><p></p><p>“Agreed.”</p><p></p><p>The rest of the day is spent resting and sharing stories. Holding the dagger, Artuuk learns how to sing a song about a drunken inventor and his would be wife. It is spoken in a strange language called Gnome. It was once spoken by a dead race thousands of years ago.</p><p></p><p>Artuuk agrees to help the three find Belinda. A water cleric – barbarian would most certainly have a means to pay him back.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“I know of several inhabited areas by a single human here. Do you know anything else about him?” asks the cleric as they walk along in the Badlands.</p><p></p><p>“I think he is a psion…. But I’m really sure. The elf I spoke to seemed nervous talking about him.” Offers Cosa.</p><p></p><p>“Could be one of two persons I know of- Javidius or Simmonson. Neither are friendly and tend to keep to themselves. Simmonson is from Balic so if I had to guess it would be Javidius.”</p><p></p><p>“You this area well.” Offers Mania. He has tried to be friendly ever since the healing. He understands he came across as a jerk but he doesn’t mean anything by it. It wasn’t personal. Cosa was seriously injured and he was possibly the only means to live.</p><p></p><p>“I have been here for a nearly a year now. I was wanted in Gulg and figured I needed to lay low for a while. Black Spine was as good a place as any. It may be time to move on however. The gith and I are not getting along at this point.”</p><p></p><p>“Where will you go once you find your friend?”</p><p></p><p>“Not sure really.” Admits Cosa.</p><p></p><p>A loud carried on snarl is heard. The canyons make it near impossible to pinpoint the point or even direction of origin.</p><p></p><p>“What was that?!?” exclaims Basik.</p><p></p><p>“Three Toe.” Answers the cleric shifting into a defensive stance.</p><p></p><p>“What is a “Three Toe?” says Mania looking around for any threats.</p><p></p><p>“Mean blooded Tembo.” The cleric moves to the stone wall- better to take cover than remain in the open. He mumbles then steps into the wall- disappearing.</p><p></p><p>“Bastard!” curses Mania.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. He and I arrrrrrrrrgh!” and rocks shift nearby them. Suddenly Mania is bowled over and the outline of a large reptilian bulldog-like creature appears. Long teeth and claws go to work. Mania screams as the creature bites his arm over and over and it rakes him with all limbs tearing into his leather.</p><p></p><p>Mania calls on his psychic ability to telekinetically slam or “Hammer” at a foe with a touch. The creatures grunts and begins to snarl once more. Basik tries to stab at it with his trident. The first strike is true, the second strike hits a boney plate on it’s back doing no damage. Cosa calls on magic and four small streaking beams of light strike it. It howls as it discovers it has a mage among its targets. Artuuk steps out of the stone work and flanks the creature. </p><p></p><p>Concentrating, the psionic tembo calls on another power and begins to disappear. Mania rolls free of it checking to his torn armor. Basik misses and Cosa tries to use Magic Missile on it. The four missiles shot out at the ectoplasmic form but the missiles circle and swerve then stop and burst into harmless light.</p><p></p><p>“Coward!” calls out Artuuk.</p><p></p><p>The ectoplasmic form of Three Toes floats up and away snarling insults.</p><p></p><p>“Damned thing nearly had me.” Grumbles Mania as he closes his eyes and wills the deep cuts and slashes on his chest and legs to go away.</p><p></p><p>“Allow me.” As Artuuk sees Mania’s attempts to self heal are limited.</p><p></p><p>As he murmurs his prayer Mania asks why the “freebie”.</p><p></p><p>“Ask me why he is named Three-Toe” He pours dirt onto the man’s chest. “He and I have had several encounters. One of which I hacked off a toe. He attacked you to hurt me and remove any allies I may have made.”</p><p></p><p>“So….time to move on eh.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. Yes to moving on I’m afraid.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7561710, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN “SEEKING BELINDA“ SEGMENT 169 STORM DAY 02 YEAR 23 RAL CONTEMPLATION KING’S AGE 190 BAD LANDS SOUTH-WEST OF THE BLACK SPINE MOUNTAINS “Yes. My patron can heal her.” Artuuk agrees. Everyone stands there….. waiting. “Will you heal her? Please?” “I work in trade. What do you have to offer me? I am flexable.” Dead Cold Silence “You helped us against the gith but you won’t help us recover?” “I hate Gith.” “Well I guess that makes everything all hunky-dory here.” Mania begins to get up to try to force the cleric to heal Cosa. She grabs his hand to stop him. “Don’t” “You reopened the wound. How can you be so okay with this while you could be dead tomorrow?!?” “Flexible. Define flexible.” Cosa weakly asks the wandering cleric. “I am a collector. I like things to remember people by. He pinches his chin into his chest and begins to point at the various items woven into his armor. “This- this piece of black obsidian I got for my services when I aided a caravan near Urik. This stone- see how it was carefully painted-“ “Looks like a child did it” grumbles Mania. “A child that poured her heart into it after I saved her pet Z’tal.” “See…. He is reasonable. Offer him something.” The Cleric waits. Balik offers him something. “I have this dagger I kinda found……” “No. I don’t want your dagger. I want something unique. Something special.” “It talks to me and says strange things in a strange language.” The cleric ignores him. “We escaped capture several times. Each time we would lose more equipment. We have only what you see.” “A promise.” This piques his interest. “What kind of promise?” “That we will -together- create and offer a gift worthy.” He thinks about this and shrugs. “Okay.” Picking up sand and grit, the cleric kneels before Cosa. “Powers of Earth and Stone please honor us both with the power of healing so that we can further your cause.” He holds the handful of dirt in his hands above his head and slowly lowers them to her exposed wound. He dripples the dirt onto her. More grit and stone pours from his hands than should have been there. She winces under the pressure as the dirt lands on her wound. The salt hurts but she goes on. She has learned that as nonlogical as it is to use dirt to heal an open wound, it is what an earth cleric does. The dirt continues to tumbles over her side where the crude spear had struck her. The dirt piles up along her side and covers the wound up. She shifts to get up but he stops her. “Give it a moment.” Satisfied, he leans back. And smiles. “Now you may sit up.” She shifts getting her elbows under her weight then pushes up with a grunt. The dirt pile slides off of her and only a scar remains. “And you Basik…. What have you to offer?” “A saying?” he offers. Artuuk thinks this over. “Is this something you have heard or from your dagger?” “The dagger.” “Agreed.” The rest of the day is spent resting and sharing stories. Holding the dagger, Artuuk learns how to sing a song about a drunken inventor and his would be wife. It is spoken in a strange language called Gnome. It was once spoken by a dead race thousands of years ago. Artuuk agrees to help the three find Belinda. A water cleric – barbarian would most certainly have a means to pay him back. “I know of several inhabited areas by a single human here. Do you know anything else about him?” asks the cleric as they walk along in the Badlands. “I think he is a psion…. But I’m really sure. The elf I spoke to seemed nervous talking about him.” Offers Cosa. “Could be one of two persons I know of- Javidius or Simmonson. Neither are friendly and tend to keep to themselves. Simmonson is from Balic so if I had to guess it would be Javidius.” “You this area well.” Offers Mania. He has tried to be friendly ever since the healing. He understands he came across as a jerk but he doesn’t mean anything by it. It wasn’t personal. Cosa was seriously injured and he was possibly the only means to live. “I have been here for a nearly a year now. I was wanted in Gulg and figured I needed to lay low for a while. Black Spine was as good a place as any. It may be time to move on however. The gith and I are not getting along at this point.” “Where will you go once you find your friend?” “Not sure really.” Admits Cosa. A loud carried on snarl is heard. The canyons make it near impossible to pinpoint the point or even direction of origin. “What was that?!?” exclaims Basik. “Three Toe.” Answers the cleric shifting into a defensive stance. “What is a “Three Toe?” says Mania looking around for any threats. “Mean blooded Tembo.” The cleric moves to the stone wall- better to take cover than remain in the open. He mumbles then steps into the wall- disappearing. “Bastard!” curses Mania. “Yes. He and I arrrrrrrrrgh!” and rocks shift nearby them. Suddenly Mania is bowled over and the outline of a large reptilian bulldog-like creature appears. Long teeth and claws go to work. Mania screams as the creature bites his arm over and over and it rakes him with all limbs tearing into his leather. Mania calls on his psychic ability to telekinetically slam or “Hammer” at a foe with a touch. The creatures grunts and begins to snarl once more. Basik tries to stab at it with his trident. The first strike is true, the second strike hits a boney plate on it’s back doing no damage. Cosa calls on magic and four small streaking beams of light strike it. It howls as it discovers it has a mage among its targets. Artuuk steps out of the stone work and flanks the creature. Concentrating, the psionic tembo calls on another power and begins to disappear. Mania rolls free of it checking to his torn armor. Basik misses and Cosa tries to use Magic Missile on it. The four missiles shot out at the ectoplasmic form but the missiles circle and swerve then stop and burst into harmless light. “Coward!” calls out Artuuk. The ectoplasmic form of Three Toes floats up and away snarling insults. “Damned thing nearly had me.” Grumbles Mania as he closes his eyes and wills the deep cuts and slashes on his chest and legs to go away. “Allow me.” As Artuuk sees Mania’s attempts to self heal are limited. As he murmurs his prayer Mania asks why the “freebie”. “Ask me why he is named Three-Toe” He pours dirt onto the man’s chest. “He and I have had several encounters. One of which I hacked off a toe. He attacked you to hurt me and remove any allies I may have made.” “So….time to move on eh.” “Yes. Yes to moving on I’m afraid.” [/QUOTE]
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