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<blockquote data-quote="StalkingBlue" data-source="post: 1392477" data-attributes="member: 645"><p><em>By Tane's player:</em></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Tane and his brother Keeran had watched the collection of hovels for a goodly time now. The dwellings were ramshackle, little better than holes in the ground. What attracted the brothers was the sound they heard. Someone was using a hammer. That suggested someone crafting. Quite unusual in itself, this was rendered even more so by the fact that they could quite clearly hear the hammer ringing on metal. Someone was working with metal in this desolate place. It was either a travelling craftsman who decided this place was safe from orcs or someone who was very careless. Whatever, the brothers could always do with metal objects, especially arrowheads. </p><p></p><p>Keeran had found a couple of juicy plump rabbits that morning and the plan was that when the village was deemed safe, they would approach with the object of bartering the rabbits for a quantity of arrowheads. The area seemed clear. They had scouted quite thoroughly and found no recent orc sign. After a brief whispered conversation they slowly approached the village. They weren’t immediately noticed but when people did finally see them, the effect was instantaneous. People rushed into their dwellings and bolted what doors they had. The hammering still continued, coming from a slightly larger hut. The brothers again approached openly to find a tall, rangy woman labouring with a pair of hot tongs and a hammer. A small fire was burning fiercely. Tane looked with approval that at least she tried to make it as smokeless as possible. Several small domestic utensils were scattered about. Her posessions were neatly stacked in a corner. </p><p></p><p>Keeran stopped and said: “Jezzt? Is that you?” </p><p></p><p>The woman looked up. Tane himself now recognised her. This was a member of an ill-fated outlaw band under Lord Than. He had thought they were all dead although he had heard that there may have been a few survivors. She had a reputation as a swordswoman. </p><p></p><p>“Keeran, Tane? What are you doing here?” she asked. </p><p></p><p>“We were supposed to find a courier from Hamra but he never showed. We waited at the meeting place for a couple of days, but then we had to move. It just wasn’t safe there anymore. Loads of orc sign about. We also hoped to find some halflings but they weren’t around. Shame. One time we can find them, the next two times can’t. Very useful when we can do though, and bloody irritating when can’t. Anyway, we are going back to the camp. How about you?” answered Tane </p><p></p><p>“So you haven’t heard? The group I was with was caught. There was a slaughter. There may have been some survivors but I really don’t know who. Than told to us save ourselves and carry on the fight. I fear he is dead. Look, can I come with you? Maybe in the camp I will be able to decide what I want to do and find out more.” </p><p></p><p>The brothers hesitated. They traveled best on their own. They were fast, silent and so used to each other that they communicated almost through body language. Tane certainly could read his brother’s moods and quirks when travelling without the need for too much conversation. He was sure this was also the case with Keeran. Most importantly, they were not used to traveling with someone who was didn’t know their ways and was not silent and hidden. The obverse of that was that she could provide a goodly amount of muscle. Also, her skills could be very useful in the camp and maybe their handler could also make use of her. Maybe something could be salvaged from this waste-of-time mission after all. Tane looked at Keeran and they both nodded at each other. </p><p></p><p>“Of course you can come. We must set out now though. We were going to try to barter for some arrowheads but looking at what you are doing that doesn’t seem likely now. So, let’s go.” </p><p></p><p>“That’s great. As I was staying here, some people started muttering about giving up my sword. I will not give up my sword for anyone. They will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.” </p><p></p><p>With little ceremony, Jezzt announced to the villagers that she was leaving. They accepted it philosophically, even with relief. The three companions then entered into the Sea of Grass. This was an area of man high dense grasses. The best way to traverse it was to follow the animal trails. These almost invariably led to water and the main water around here was the river. The companions had to reach the river and cross it. It was an easy area to hide in but the obverse was also true as it was very easy for other denizens of the Sea to stalk and hunt them. It was a never-ending battle of wits. It became obvious very quickly that hiding was not one of Jezzt’s strengths, so the brothers had to compensate. Keeran took point and Tane took rearguard. Working in this manner the trio made good time. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, from ahead, Tane heard voices. One of these was Jezzt’s the other was his brother’s. Something was obviously happening but mindful of his job, Tane kept a rearguard. He was tense and worried. There shouldn’t have been people here. However, he took consolation in that it was talk and not battle cries that he heard. That soon changed though. In the distance he heard drums. Orc war drums. He cursed. He had known that there was too much orc sign around. They were some distance away but closing. He ran to the area of the voices. </p><p></p><p>He was relieved as soon as he came into a clearing. Jezzt and his brother were talking with an elf. A wood elf. That meant that this group must be allies. The elf was also listening to the drums whose sound had become obvious. Tane saw the elf looked very tired, with a stoop to his shoulders and circles under his eyes. A glance took in his other companions. An unarmoured man, listening intently and a warrior woman, Sarcosan by the looks of her. The woman was cradling a rare piece of armour, a breast plate. </p><p></p><p>“I am Tane, we will save introductions for later. Right now we have to move. Those drums are too close now, and getting closer.” </p><p></p><p>He was glad to see the others saw the need for speed and within a very short time the camp was cleared and the newly augmented group was moving. The drums were still catching up though and soon were parallel with the group. The group decided to stop. They had only heard the enemy but seen no sign of them. Thankfully, the drumming went by them and then receded in the distance. </p><p></p><p>Introductions were then made. The elf was called Loren, a channeler. Tane was in awe of him. Magic was something of which he had very little experience. He knew that the mightiest channelers were elves and they could do things that were unearthly. He also knew that they were the greatest prize that a mage-hunter, one of Izrador’s special servants, could find. He was the first channeler Tane had ever seen. The unarmoured, unarmed human introduced himself as Jarod but didn’t say a great deal. Finally they woman introduced herself as Zana, a warrior whose life was dedicated to fighting the shadow. Loren told Keeran, Jezzt and Tane that they were on their way to Pass Stone, where he had received an magical message that there was a patrol that had been pinned down. They had just come from defeating a group of orcs and the Hungry Man, some foul creature that they met crossing the river. Tane and the other two decided that if there was a patrol in trouble then the area had to be investigated possibly to provide help and certainly to inform their handler as to what had happened to the patrol. </p><p></p><p>Pooling their resources, the two groups got together and set out towards the gnome crossing of the river, Keeran on point. The river was soon reached and Keeran came back, agitated. He reported a large number of ships crewed with orcs. Several hundred of them. Trying to cross there would be suicide. The group decided to follow the river and then cross further downstream. Keeran also reported, as he was scouting the river-bank that he was being watched by a grass cat, a local predator. The cat was behaving unusually, just watching him and then it bounded out of sight. The group found a suitable crossing place and they swam across, the stronger helping the weaker. </p><p></p><p>When he reached the other side, Tane’s heart sank. This whole region was flat, with some scrub vegetation, slight, rolling hills and no trees anywhere. There was almost no cover. If they were spotted by a patrol then there would be no chance of avoiding it by hiding. They would have to trust in force of arms. The only weapon Tane had was his short bow. He had not been able to obtain anything else. He hoped that Jezzt and Zana were skillful with the two swords they each cradled so lovingly. So, the group again set out with Tane taking rearguard. </p><p></p><p>Fairly early on, Tane spotted a hawk. It was behaving oddly. Circling above, it seemed to be keeping pace with them, almost following. When he brought this to everyone’s attention, Zana paled and started muttering about demons possessing animals and mage hunters. Tane really didn’t know what she was talking about but he saw she was very disturbed. The group kept travelling and then as they were passing through a small indentation, like a small valley with two raised sides, Keeran stopped and called out. He had seen two orcish heads cautiously rising over the top of one of the sides. Everyone bar Zana and Keeran dropped to the ground, presenting as small a target as possible. Seeing that they had been spotted, the orcs attacked. They rained javelins down onto the group and over one of the sides, a human figure on horseback charged, preceded by two orcs. It took out a piece of paper and cried out powerful magic. Keeran’s face contorted in terror and he was about to flee when a javelin skewered him in the back and he dropped. Seeing this, Zana charged, hewing mighty blows into the orcs guarding the human. Jezzt soon joined her and the battle turned to their favour. They were indeed skillful. The other two orcs charged down the hillside, but they were too late. Their companions were felled and the human turned his horse and rode off. Short work was made of the other two orcs. </p><p></p><p>Once they were finished, Zana went to the top of the high ground. She was joined by the others and in the distance they saw another two orcs, followed by the human. The group made ready for battle and started raining javelins and arrows onto the oncoming enemy. Tane was concentrating on the horse, trying to stop the human from riding away again. The final part of the battle was short. As the orcs approached, Loren stepped forward, did something magical, and suddenly a rainbow of different colours sprayed over the orcs, who both dropped. Zana and Jezzt both charged the human. This was too much for him and he turned and rode away as fast as his horse could run. The group briefly looked at each other, panting. It was a qualified success. The orcs were very tough, with horrible rending weapons, well armoured and with shields. Loren looked at them and said that at least some of them were temple guards. The human was a legate. Tane had heard of legates. They were the personal servants and representatives of Izrador. Capable of wielding magic personal to their god. The worst kind of traitors. </p><p></p><p>A brief discussion ensued. Both Jarod and Loren were tired to a dangerous point. They had to have rest or risk collapsing. Their position had been compromised by the escape of the legate. The country was completely open, with no hiding place and they were still a goodly distance away from Pass Stone. It was decided they would return to the Sea of Grass and return to the Great Forest. Both the return to the river and the river crossing were uneventful. As soon as it was feasible and they were out of sight of the opposite bank, they made camp and both Loren and Jarod got some much-needed sleep. One disturbing incident happened during Tane’s watch. He was positive he saw two green cat like eyes watching them. He surmised it was the unnatural grass cat again. He reported this to Zana who was on watch after him. </p><p></p><p>The next day, they group set out with the object of crossing the Sea of Grass to reach the Great Forest. Going through the grass, Tane had point. Keeran was still hurt. Tane spotted an animal lair with several odd, skinny, tiny beasts. He reported this to the others, and they tried to go around them, but the noise of the armour alerted the little things and they started an odd, piercing shriek. This unfortunately drew the parent. Their scream was far more effective, filling Jarod and Keeran with an unreasoning panic and causing them to flee in mindless fear. It was an odd beast, wolf size, and with the build of one with the exception of its head which looked like a hyena. It also had the ability to retract the skin of its skull, giving it a truly demonic appearance. It was horrible. Fortunately, Zana, Jezzt, Loren and Tane resisted its scream, although they still suffered a little from it. The two warriors soon started laying into it when suddenly another appeared. This one screamed as well and this time everyone else bar Zana ran. Truly the woman had ice water in her veins. Fortunately this scream did not seem as powerful and the others returned to deal with the beast. </p><p></p><p>Tane then went to retrieve this brother, hoping to find him down the path. Then he heard a scream and alerted the others than another one may be around. The others followed up and indeed another one leaped up the path towards Jezzt. Tane could see the crumpled body of his brother down the path. He desperately hoped he wasn’t too late. The beast saw the odds arrayed against it and decided that discretion was the better part of valour. It bounded away. </p><p></p><p>Fortunately, Loren got to Keeran in time and he used his magic to heal him. The channeler seemed a bit reluctant to use his magic at first but then did it. Tane wonderded about that. The group then made sure that they were no more beasts around and decided to carry on, taking the little things to eat for dinner that night.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="StalkingBlue, post: 1392477, member: 645"] [I]By Tane's player:[/I] Tane and his brother Keeran had watched the collection of hovels for a goodly time now. The dwellings were ramshackle, little better than holes in the ground. What attracted the brothers was the sound they heard. Someone was using a hammer. That suggested someone crafting. Quite unusual in itself, this was rendered even more so by the fact that they could quite clearly hear the hammer ringing on metal. Someone was working with metal in this desolate place. It was either a travelling craftsman who decided this place was safe from orcs or someone who was very careless. Whatever, the brothers could always do with metal objects, especially arrowheads. Keeran had found a couple of juicy plump rabbits that morning and the plan was that when the village was deemed safe, they would approach with the object of bartering the rabbits for a quantity of arrowheads. The area seemed clear. They had scouted quite thoroughly and found no recent orc sign. After a brief whispered conversation they slowly approached the village. They weren’t immediately noticed but when people did finally see them, the effect was instantaneous. People rushed into their dwellings and bolted what doors they had. The hammering still continued, coming from a slightly larger hut. The brothers again approached openly to find a tall, rangy woman labouring with a pair of hot tongs and a hammer. A small fire was burning fiercely. Tane looked with approval that at least she tried to make it as smokeless as possible. Several small domestic utensils were scattered about. Her posessions were neatly stacked in a corner. Keeran stopped and said: “Jezzt? Is that you?” The woman looked up. Tane himself now recognised her. This was a member of an ill-fated outlaw band under Lord Than. He had thought they were all dead although he had heard that there may have been a few survivors. She had a reputation as a swordswoman. “Keeran, Tane? What are you doing here?” she asked. “We were supposed to find a courier from Hamra but he never showed. We waited at the meeting place for a couple of days, but then we had to move. It just wasn’t safe there anymore. Loads of orc sign about. We also hoped to find some halflings but they weren’t around. Shame. One time we can find them, the next two times can’t. Very useful when we can do though, and bloody irritating when can’t. Anyway, we are going back to the camp. How about you?” answered Tane “So you haven’t heard? The group I was with was caught. There was a slaughter. There may have been some survivors but I really don’t know who. Than told to us save ourselves and carry on the fight. I fear he is dead. Look, can I come with you? Maybe in the camp I will be able to decide what I want to do and find out more.” The brothers hesitated. They traveled best on their own. They were fast, silent and so used to each other that they communicated almost through body language. Tane certainly could read his brother’s moods and quirks when travelling without the need for too much conversation. He was sure this was also the case with Keeran. Most importantly, they were not used to traveling with someone who was didn’t know their ways and was not silent and hidden. The obverse of that was that she could provide a goodly amount of muscle. Also, her skills could be very useful in the camp and maybe their handler could also make use of her. Maybe something could be salvaged from this waste-of-time mission after all. Tane looked at Keeran and they both nodded at each other. “Of course you can come. We must set out now though. We were going to try to barter for some arrowheads but looking at what you are doing that doesn’t seem likely now. So, let’s go.” “That’s great. As I was staying here, some people started muttering about giving up my sword. I will not give up my sword for anyone. They will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.” With little ceremony, Jezzt announced to the villagers that she was leaving. They accepted it philosophically, even with relief. The three companions then entered into the Sea of Grass. This was an area of man high dense grasses. The best way to traverse it was to follow the animal trails. These almost invariably led to water and the main water around here was the river. The companions had to reach the river and cross it. It was an easy area to hide in but the obverse was also true as it was very easy for other denizens of the Sea to stalk and hunt them. It was a never-ending battle of wits. It became obvious very quickly that hiding was not one of Jezzt’s strengths, so the brothers had to compensate. Keeran took point and Tane took rearguard. Working in this manner the trio made good time. Suddenly, from ahead, Tane heard voices. One of these was Jezzt’s the other was his brother’s. Something was obviously happening but mindful of his job, Tane kept a rearguard. He was tense and worried. There shouldn’t have been people here. However, he took consolation in that it was talk and not battle cries that he heard. That soon changed though. In the distance he heard drums. Orc war drums. He cursed. He had known that there was too much orc sign around. They were some distance away but closing. He ran to the area of the voices. He was relieved as soon as he came into a clearing. Jezzt and his brother were talking with an elf. A wood elf. That meant that this group must be allies. The elf was also listening to the drums whose sound had become obvious. Tane saw the elf looked very tired, with a stoop to his shoulders and circles under his eyes. A glance took in his other companions. An unarmoured man, listening intently and a warrior woman, Sarcosan by the looks of her. The woman was cradling a rare piece of armour, a breast plate. “I am Tane, we will save introductions for later. Right now we have to move. Those drums are too close now, and getting closer.” He was glad to see the others saw the need for speed and within a very short time the camp was cleared and the newly augmented group was moving. The drums were still catching up though and soon were parallel with the group. The group decided to stop. They had only heard the enemy but seen no sign of them. Thankfully, the drumming went by them and then receded in the distance. Introductions were then made. The elf was called Loren, a channeler. Tane was in awe of him. Magic was something of which he had very little experience. He knew that the mightiest channelers were elves and they could do things that were unearthly. He also knew that they were the greatest prize that a mage-hunter, one of Izrador’s special servants, could find. He was the first channeler Tane had ever seen. The unarmoured, unarmed human introduced himself as Jarod but didn’t say a great deal. Finally they woman introduced herself as Zana, a warrior whose life was dedicated to fighting the shadow. Loren told Keeran, Jezzt and Tane that they were on their way to Pass Stone, where he had received an magical message that there was a patrol that had been pinned down. They had just come from defeating a group of orcs and the Hungry Man, some foul creature that they met crossing the river. Tane and the other two decided that if there was a patrol in trouble then the area had to be investigated possibly to provide help and certainly to inform their handler as to what had happened to the patrol. Pooling their resources, the two groups got together and set out towards the gnome crossing of the river, Keeran on point. The river was soon reached and Keeran came back, agitated. He reported a large number of ships crewed with orcs. Several hundred of them. Trying to cross there would be suicide. The group decided to follow the river and then cross further downstream. Keeran also reported, as he was scouting the river-bank that he was being watched by a grass cat, a local predator. The cat was behaving unusually, just watching him and then it bounded out of sight. The group found a suitable crossing place and they swam across, the stronger helping the weaker. When he reached the other side, Tane’s heart sank. This whole region was flat, with some scrub vegetation, slight, rolling hills and no trees anywhere. There was almost no cover. If they were spotted by a patrol then there would be no chance of avoiding it by hiding. They would have to trust in force of arms. The only weapon Tane had was his short bow. He had not been able to obtain anything else. He hoped that Jezzt and Zana were skillful with the two swords they each cradled so lovingly. So, the group again set out with Tane taking rearguard. Fairly early on, Tane spotted a hawk. It was behaving oddly. Circling above, it seemed to be keeping pace with them, almost following. When he brought this to everyone’s attention, Zana paled and started muttering about demons possessing animals and mage hunters. Tane really didn’t know what she was talking about but he saw she was very disturbed. The group kept travelling and then as they were passing through a small indentation, like a small valley with two raised sides, Keeran stopped and called out. He had seen two orcish heads cautiously rising over the top of one of the sides. Everyone bar Zana and Keeran dropped to the ground, presenting as small a target as possible. Seeing that they had been spotted, the orcs attacked. They rained javelins down onto the group and over one of the sides, a human figure on horseback charged, preceded by two orcs. It took out a piece of paper and cried out powerful magic. Keeran’s face contorted in terror and he was about to flee when a javelin skewered him in the back and he dropped. Seeing this, Zana charged, hewing mighty blows into the orcs guarding the human. Jezzt soon joined her and the battle turned to their favour. They were indeed skillful. The other two orcs charged down the hillside, but they were too late. Their companions were felled and the human turned his horse and rode off. Short work was made of the other two orcs. Once they were finished, Zana went to the top of the high ground. She was joined by the others and in the distance they saw another two orcs, followed by the human. The group made ready for battle and started raining javelins and arrows onto the oncoming enemy. Tane was concentrating on the horse, trying to stop the human from riding away again. The final part of the battle was short. As the orcs approached, Loren stepped forward, did something magical, and suddenly a rainbow of different colours sprayed over the orcs, who both dropped. Zana and Jezzt both charged the human. This was too much for him and he turned and rode away as fast as his horse could run. The group briefly looked at each other, panting. It was a qualified success. The orcs were very tough, with horrible rending weapons, well armoured and with shields. Loren looked at them and said that at least some of them were temple guards. The human was a legate. Tane had heard of legates. They were the personal servants and representatives of Izrador. Capable of wielding magic personal to their god. The worst kind of traitors. A brief discussion ensued. Both Jarod and Loren were tired to a dangerous point. They had to have rest or risk collapsing. Their position had been compromised by the escape of the legate. The country was completely open, with no hiding place and they were still a goodly distance away from Pass Stone. It was decided they would return to the Sea of Grass and return to the Great Forest. Both the return to the river and the river crossing were uneventful. As soon as it was feasible and they were out of sight of the opposite bank, they made camp and both Loren and Jarod got some much-needed sleep. One disturbing incident happened during Tane’s watch. He was positive he saw two green cat like eyes watching them. He surmised it was the unnatural grass cat again. He reported this to Zana who was on watch after him. The next day, they group set out with the object of crossing the Sea of Grass to reach the Great Forest. Going through the grass, Tane had point. Keeran was still hurt. Tane spotted an animal lair with several odd, skinny, tiny beasts. He reported this to the others, and they tried to go around them, but the noise of the armour alerted the little things and they started an odd, piercing shriek. This unfortunately drew the parent. Their scream was far more effective, filling Jarod and Keeran with an unreasoning panic and causing them to flee in mindless fear. It was an odd beast, wolf size, and with the build of one with the exception of its head which looked like a hyena. It also had the ability to retract the skin of its skull, giving it a truly demonic appearance. It was horrible. Fortunately, Zana, Jezzt, Loren and Tane resisted its scream, although they still suffered a little from it. The two warriors soon started laying into it when suddenly another appeared. This one screamed as well and this time everyone else bar Zana ran. Truly the woman had ice water in her veins. Fortunately this scream did not seem as powerful and the others returned to deal with the beast. Tane then went to retrieve this brother, hoping to find him down the path. Then he heard a scream and alerted the others than another one may be around. The others followed up and indeed another one leaped up the path towards Jezzt. Tane could see the crumpled body of his brother down the path. He desperately hoped he wasn’t too late. The beast saw the odds arrayed against it and decided that discretion was the better part of valour. It bounded away. Fortunately, Loren got to Keeran in time and he used his magic to heal him. The channeler seemed a bit reluctant to use his magic at first but then did it. Tane wonderded about that. The group then made sure that they were no more beasts around and decided to carry on, taking the little things to eat for dinner that night. [/QUOTE]
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