Valley of the Dead: Chapter 2 "Home of the sleepless"
Myth and Legend
First Post
The group travels for about an hour, making good headway when detached from the much slower moving column of the main army. Keeping their eyes and ears open, the adventurers discover nothing sinister or out of the ordinary. The landscape is a bit sullen, there aren't many birds flying about, the grass is growing yellow, the trees have already started shedding their leaves, but no monsters or undead seem to be lurking in the bushes and hedges. It's simply a scenic route and the familiar views and smells of late autumn.
Quite abruptly, Angelwatch's main paved road turns into a muddy rural pathway - it seems not many trade caravans are going West and past the valley, the merchants instead preferring to take the longer but more civilized and presumably safer southern trade route.
The party travels quickly and awkwardly silent, except for the occasional whinnying of a horse. The only sign of human habitation is the low wooden fence guarding a field to the right of the road. A few more minutes pass, before the group is greeted by a pair of cows, grazing at the side of the road. When the animals hear the group approach, they raise their heads and skittishly move to the side - they seem unnerved, and there isn't anyone attending to them.
Further in the distance, a couple can be seen - a large male and a delicate female, the woman sitting on the ground, her back next to a tree. Further down and to the side of the road, a farmhouse and a large barn can be spotted, both seemingly abandoned.
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Both Thok and Lórquelië can see a group of riders appriaching, all of whom seem to be detached from the army.They are riding down the same road their own scouting party had taken not but an hour ago.
Quite abruptly, Angelwatch's main paved road turns into a muddy rural pathway - it seems not many trade caravans are going West and past the valley, the merchants instead preferring to take the longer but more civilized and presumably safer southern trade route.
The party travels quickly and awkwardly silent, except for the occasional whinnying of a horse. The only sign of human habitation is the low wooden fence guarding a field to the right of the road. A few more minutes pass, before the group is greeted by a pair of cows, grazing at the side of the road. When the animals hear the group approach, they raise their heads and skittishly move to the side - they seem unnerved, and there isn't anyone attending to them.
Further in the distance, a couple can be seen - a large male and a delicate female, the woman sitting on the ground, her back next to a tree. Further down and to the side of the road, a farmhouse and a large barn can be spotted, both seemingly abandoned.
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Both Thok and Lórquelië can see a group of riders appriaching, all of whom seem to be detached from the army.They are riding down the same road their own scouting party had taken not but an hour ago.
Voda Vosa
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Thok just stares at the elf. "You have to let it go, bad awake dreams, only that. Ghost witch does that sort of things." He kneels next to the elven maid and grabs her, lifting her from her slumbering position. He keeps her standing, passing his arm under hers. "We need to go now, ugly no dead are nearby, no safe place to rest." As he was about to leave, Thok notices the riders. He rises his thick arm, and waves at them.
Dragonwriter
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Rufus trots his horse forward a bit and waves back to the big man. He calls out, voice rich and booming out here in the open, "Ho there! Are you the scouts Ferviel sent out earlier?"
Voda Vosa
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"Yes. I am Thok, brave warrior. And this is... the elf." Thok shakes the still dazed elf. "Name is too hard. The lady paladin that came with is dead. Zombie ate her head. Gnome that came with us gone too, also halfling gone. Kye gone too. All them too cowards. Thok brave, he stays." Thok's voice is harsh and accented, guttural; obviously his mother tongue is orc. "Still some zombies in the barn. Thok left alone in there, went back to see what happened. Paladin lady probably zombie food by now"
[FONT="]Zinerath, who had been walking behind Geryk’s mount, picked up his own pace while humming to himself amusedly. ‘blood for ichor!’ he thought to himself.
He walked to towards the two, outpasing and pasing Rufus, until there was no more need to yell and he could get a decent look at the, verbally challenged, half-orc.
He shot Thok a [/FONT][FONT="]mischievous[/FONT][FONT="] smile, grinned broadly and asked while looking around for a barn“Meaning!” he began in a orcin yip before adding “It is time to destroy the undead, yes?” he grunted energetically in orcish with a short and giddy hop forwards.
His grin broadened, bordering on the manic, and he whipped a hand up and backwards, into his pack, and then effortlessly yanked out a very keen looking scythe. “Ready!” he proclaimed ecstatically in common while whipping the bottom of the scythe's shaft onto the ground as if it were simply a walking stick and he was going for no more than a pleasant walk. He looked about once more and, assuming he saw a barn he would point to it, ask“That one?” happily in orcish. If his suspicion was authenticated, he would then make swift strides towards it, but make sure to stop before he was in any danger of being charged by the barn's ocupents
he saw no need to even note the death of the paladin, it had happened, and that was that, no more could be done about it, if she was turned to undeath, then that would simply mean one more thing to batter senseless, while singing.[/FONT]
He walked to towards the two, outpasing and pasing Rufus, until there was no more need to yell and he could get a decent look at the, verbally challenged, half-orc.
He shot Thok a [/FONT][FONT="]mischievous[/FONT][FONT="] smile, grinned broadly and asked while looking around for a barn“Meaning!” he began in a orcin yip before adding “It is time to destroy the undead, yes?” he grunted energetically in orcish with a short and giddy hop forwards.
His grin broadened, bordering on the manic, and he whipped a hand up and backwards, into his pack, and then effortlessly yanked out a very keen looking scythe. “Ready!” he proclaimed ecstatically in common while whipping the bottom of the scythe's shaft onto the ground as if it were simply a walking stick and he was going for no more than a pleasant walk. He looked about once more and, assuming he saw a barn he would point to it, ask“That one?” happily in orcish. If his suspicion was authenticated, he would then make swift strides towards it, but make sure to stop before he was in any danger of being charged by the barn's ocupents
he saw no need to even note the death of the paladin, it had happened, and that was that, no more could be done about it, if she was turned to undeath, then that would simply mean one more thing to batter senseless, while singing.[/FONT]
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Dragonwriter
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Rufus chuckles and shakes his head as the strange young demon-child dashes ahead. He looks over his shoulder at Geryk with a hint of a smile. "He's your charge, yes? I can see now why you look so weary."
He urges his horse further forward. "Well Thok, I'm Rufus. I'll let the others introduce themselves, far be it from me to do such a thing when we barely met an hour ago. But we were sent here to find your group, give you a hand, and get back to the main column."
The blond human looses a large blade from its sheath on his back and pulls it free, letting it rest on his lap as one hand remains on the reins of his horse. "And I think whatever you found needs to be dispatched forthwith. What say the rest of you? Deal with it, then get back to our dear Dawnbringer?"
He urges his horse further forward. "Well Thok, I'm Rufus. I'll let the others introduce themselves, far be it from me to do such a thing when we barely met an hour ago. But we were sent here to find your group, give you a hand, and get back to the main column."
The blond human looses a large blade from its sheath on his back and pulls it free, letting it rest on his lap as one hand remains on the reins of his horse. "And I think whatever you found needs to be dispatched forthwith. What say the rest of you? Deal with it, then get back to our dear Dawnbringer?"
Voda Vosa
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Thok blinks in amusement as the little devil speaks orc. The half orc is surprisingly fluent in his own idiom (and not an idiot at all). "I would suggest waiting for the rest of us young demon, there are more than just a few zombies. And other types of undead too, more powerful, more...intelligent ones. There's also a white spectre stalking the land, the elf is under it's spell. My will is too strong for the ghost, but alas, even the elven spell-singer is shaken but the terrible sight of the monster." he replies in the guttural bark-like language. He then addresses the man speaking to him.
"Thok happy to know we not forgotten. But Thok advices, ghost witch haunts this land, makes people afraid, messes with minds. Thok very brave, not afraid. But elf lady in bad shape, others also got affected. There's also powerful no dead man in the barn. Thok all in for a good battle, but not keen on turning into zombie food." despite that, Thok grabs a quite wicked looking dark blade, that seems to long for blood. A perhaps too dark of a weapon for a good hearted man like Thok, or so it seems.
"Thok happy to know we not forgotten. But Thok advices, ghost witch haunts this land, makes people afraid, messes with minds. Thok very brave, not afraid. But elf lady in bad shape, others also got affected. There's also powerful no dead man in the barn. Thok all in for a good battle, but not keen on turning into zombie food." despite that, Thok grabs a quite wicked looking dark blade, that seems to long for blood. A perhaps too dark of a weapon for a good hearted man like Thok, or so it seems.
[FONT="]“What gave me way?!?” he asked in a sarcastic pouting yap while leaning far backwards, allowing his hood to simply fall off from the top of his head; he nearly leaned back too far, but with a brief flapping of four wings he then leaned deeply forwards into a bow he sent his two left wings forwards while bending his left arm beneath his head, his right wings lifted out of the way of his burdened right arm dramatically while he sent his right arm, still holding the scythe, backwards, the blade coming to rest behind him.
“Zinerath Woesbane, at your service.” He politely stated in a courtly manner before abrutly returning to his over energetic self.
Before a reply could be given he immediately stood back up, he breathed in deeply and then let out a satisfied sigh of relief as he then stretched his fists skywards let his wings do the same. “Finally!” he then yipped with great relief as his wings came to rest beside his pack but continued to shrug and reposition themselves to relive pent up stiffness.
His grin grew cattish and his crimson eyes closed contently shut while he leaned left and right into the more active due of wings. [/FONT]
“Zinerath Woesbane, at your service.” He politely stated in a courtly manner before abrutly returning to his over energetic self.
Before a reply could be given he immediately stood back up, he breathed in deeply and then let out a satisfied sigh of relief as he then stretched his fists skywards let his wings do the same. “Finally!” he then yipped with great relief as his wings came to rest beside his pack but continued to shrug and reposition themselves to relive pent up stiffness.
His grin grew cattish and his crimson eyes closed contently shut while he leaned left and right into the more active due of wings. [/FONT]
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