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doggius
Kezib Ahitub
Posts: 227
(2/19/03 4:29 pm)
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Re: Coming feast?
Looking at Harek, Kezib asks "Would it be safe to say that the fire that we laid upon it, indeed killed it?"
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 287
(2/19/03 4:30 pm)
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Black Pit
Troubled by the words the elder dwarf Boahur spoke Sangraal sinks into contimplation and absently picks at the duck meat on his plate. A short time later the roaring approval of Atans depiction of the battle brings Sangraal back to the feast on hand.
Madragar begins the retelling of the Undertower and its black ooze beast as Sangraal leans in close to Boahur. Speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Your words trouble me elder for it was less then a fortnight ago that I had a vision of this event. The opening of a great black pit but at the time I did not foresee its meaning. By the light. A dark dream it was. Better told after the feast if you would grant me a short audience? I have no wish to hide this from my friends but I neither wish to darken the mood of this bountiful feast."
Edited by: yucatanyeti at: 2/19/03 1:35:57 pm
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1076
(2/19/03 4:34 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
Harek nods to Kezib, his face suddenly stretched in a grin.
"Yes, fire is good. Burn them and they shrivel and die. Not much else works on a darkleech."
To Sangraal, Boahur simply nods and continues his meal.
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doggius
Kezib Ahitub
Posts: 228
(2/19/03 5:39 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
Kezib joins Harek with a big smile.
"Its a good thing to know this, for future, we wont waste any time on burning the thing. And by the way, this food is wonderful!"
Kezib raises his mug of ale in appreciation of the hosts.
"By the Mornings wake, and by the mid day sun, it is a blessing to be among such good hosts and guests. I thank thee for your hospitality and if there is anything that I can do, during the time that I am here, let me know and I will do what I can."
Kezib adds with a bow.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 283
(2/19/03 5:48 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
Anyone observing Madragar can see the apprentice he lately was in his rapt attention and thoughtful air.
"There is more I would ask you, my lords," he says, "but my questions would doubtless bore many at this table. I will reserve my inquiries into arcane lore for later."
He fidgets thereafter, eager to be discussing the more eldritch aspects of his recent journeys with learned souls without having to fear that some peasant will take it into his head to apply a liberal dose of torch and pitchfork to his betters.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1077
(2/19/03 6:16 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
"Very well, Madragar," Savud replies. "I'm sure Vagn will give you an audience as he among us is most knowledgable regarding dark arcana and the sorcerous ways of Chaos."
At this Vagn looks up from filling his mug and nods at the tatooed wizard.
"Indeed," the says contemplative Vagn. "I have more to tell, though few of the Ghurugil would be bored by it. Knowledge is a powerful weapon we wield. It is best to keep it sharp, lest it rust from lack of use."
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 284
(2/19/03 8:05 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
"Say the word then, and I shall say on, if our fellow diners so desire?"
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 341
(2/19/03 8:56 pm)
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Re: Black Pit
[GM see note]
Draxim upon hearing of the effiacacy of fire vs. the darkleech pipes up, "Aye, I have a nice dry bedroll all ready for the next slimy putrescent filthy puddle of chaos that crosses my path and it will burn just fine!" crumbs fly out of his mouth at the word 'putrescent'. He tends to get worked up about that dark leech.
Draxim seems a tad uncomfortable at the talk of arcana, but raises no objections.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 288
(2/19/03 11:04 pm)
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If I had known it was that type of party.....
Sangraal shakes his head at the mention of arcane talk.
"Madragar, You are right. Let us all speak in detail after the meal is concluded. I, myself wish to pass on what little knowledge I know. Why bore those here with the intricacies of arcane lore."
Sangraal politely attempts to steer the conversation away from Arcane lore with a simple question for Vala.
"Vala, how did you and Madragar meet?"
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 285
(2/20/03 1:07 am)
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Re: If I had known it was that type of party.....
Madragar cannot help but smile at the forced segue, but as he also would wish to speak of their plight behind closed doors, he gladly follows Sangraal's lead.
"Ah, well. Now that -is- a tale of glory," he says in jest. "I had just gotten off work (as many of you know, I had left my previous employment at the elbow of a master mage and was now strenuously engaged upon a venture of comestible aquatic precommercialisation) and I determined upon a course not previously taken. Whereupon I entered into the high street not far from Galden's Market..."
[Several confusing paragraphs later...]
"...and ever has she worn it since. Honestly, I do not know how I shall fare without Vala by my side. But it is in my heart that she will be safest here in Raven's Gate."
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Meneloss
Meneloss Erednim
Posts: 363
(2/20/03 1:37 am)
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... I'd have stuck my dick in the mashed potatos
Meneloss perks up a bit at the mention of arcane lore and eldritch pursuits. He had been content to gobble morsel after morsel of rich and satisfying Dwarven fare. Savoring the delicious ale and sampling more than his share, Meneloss loudly proclaims "This is indeed a merry feast, yet we are all friends here at this table." He casts a seripticious glance at Yimris. "Why don't we speak freely of all we know?" He hides his face in his mug of ale. Wiping the froth clear from his lips he continues: "At any rate, Madragar and Vagn, I should like to participate in your conversation."
The elf, with an uncouth belch, pushes his empty plate away and leans back in his chair.
Quite suddenly, he barks to Draxim: "So my friend, it would seem that we each shall owe the other an ale. I will keep it in my tally!" Just as suddenly he begins to guffaw and belly laugh, banging his fist into his leg. After half a minute of this, he composes himself clearing a tear from his eye.
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Halle Dunn
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 298
(2/20/03 10:57 am)
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Re: ... I'd have stuck my dick in the mashed potatos
Refreshing his ale Atan eats heartily, finishing his plate of duck and pork skewers with carrots and cabbage. After sating his appetite his focus shifts back to the multitude of conversations. Leaning forward Atan speaks to those immediately a round him, "If the arcane discussion is going to wait then I will finish, for those interested, our tale upto our arrival here in Ravensgate." Atan starts right into the story picking up where Madragar left off at the tower. He relates the departure from Grugni's and the wonderful hospitality shown by the village of Werthyn. The dramatic entrance of Targa and his story of the battle at Old Kurlew between the Broo, an unknown elven wizard and the Merek Lek, as well as the approaching host of beastmen. With a little more subdued animation then before, Atan describes how the party ambushed and slew the minions of Chaos, and the unfortunate death of Targa. With the conclusion of the ambush, he quickly summarizes the remaining travels between Werthyn, Tunlura and eventually Ravensgate. ".....after the magical horse and rider that could walk upon the water our trip was fairly uneventful."
During the course of the story telling it is obvious that Atan has become much more relaxed. An effect surely resulting from his bountiful plate and never empty mug.
Sitting forward quickly, he raises his hand for attention before the others can respond to his story. "One other thing one of you might be able to answer! While in Tunlura a number of us were assualted by some fell voice that only spoke to our minds. No one else could hear it but the one person it spoke to. I, Madragar and Ruig, although he was quite inebriated when it happened, heard this voice." Atan adds a quizzical look to emphasize his puzzlement.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 286
(2/20/03 4:46 pm)
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Re: ... I'd have stuck my dick in the mashed potatos
Madragar's head quietly thumps the table, appaled at the lack of subtlety shown by Meneloss and Atan. What did they think he meant when he deferred 'arcane' matters for a private conversation? Without explanation for his head thumping, he quietly sighs and reaches for a large mug of mead.
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Halle Dunn
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 299
(2/20/03 6:28 pm)
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Road Tales
His attention drawn by the audible thump of Madragar's head on wood, he spies him reaching for his mug. Hosting his own ale in salute to the tattoed mage, he leans towards Savud and explains Madragars strange behavior, "He has no head for ale."
[OOC - Dude, the word "arcane" can mean alot of things. I assumed spells and such. Not our adventures.]
Edited by: Halle Dunn at: 2/20/03 3:37:29 pm
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1079
(2/20/03 6:54 pm)
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Re: ... I'd have stuck my dick in the mashed potatos
The Ghurugil listen patiently to Atan's adventurous tale. Again they seem pleased, and show their approval of the ambush and of the many broo slain there. There is little reaction to Atan's description of the rumor of battle at Old Kurlew, or the magical horse and his mysterious rider at the Tunlura ford. When the elf speaks of strange voices, many of the Ghurugil turn to look at Ruig. By their expressions it is clear that he did not tell them of it. Ruig blushes, then scratches his head in puzzlement. Perhaps his inebriation wiped the event from his memory.
"Strange voices speaking into one's head is never a good thing, Atan," Savud says, still staring at Ruig. "They often bode ill for those that hear them."
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1080
(2/20/03 7:13 pm)
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Old Kurlew
"Let us put that aside for a moment," Boahur grumbles, sitting up in his chair and reaching for a jug of ale.
"There are other matters that weigh on our minds. I will speak of them now, and I welcome your opinions as ones that have brushed up against these events in your travels."
The ancient dwarf takes a mighty gulp from his mug, the liquid shining off his beard and chin.
"There was indeed a battle at Old Kurlew, and what little word of it that came to Raven's Gate agrees with your account, as it was given you by Tagra. What happened next is what we need to know, and I'll tell you why."
"First, the mountain giant Koraeus was my friend. He was a powerful ally once, and though he had long ago wandered from our endless battlefield, Koraeus performed deeds worthy of any mortal hero that ever lived. His death would be a cruel blow against the security of this land, and worse still... a giant's blood is powerful. I fear to think what malevolent use the savage broo tribes might find for it in their dark rituals."
"Second, Old Kurlew is more than just a mountain. Koraeus built his magnificent hall atop a vast and potent shrine to Chaos, like the watchtower you so recently cleansed of its foul corruption. It was itself capped by the Imperial priests before they sailed from these shores. The mountain giant made his abode a fortress to both hold the wild broo at bay, and ensure that the temple itself was shut tight forever."
Boahur pauses and looks around the room at the many silent faces. Not a sound is heard but the crackling timbers being consumed in the fireplace.
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Meneloss
Meneloss Erednim
Posts: 364
(2/20/03 7:27 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew
[OOC: The characters are in a safe place. The Dwarves are not going to lynch Madragar...]
Meneloss stifles a hiccup and sits upright in rapt attention to Boahur's words. The gravity of the situation sobers the tipsy elf (at least he tries to maintain). Meneloss says to the venerable Dwarf "Boahur, It was our intention to travel to Old Kerlew to investigate what had happened there. Now I know that we must make for the mountain with haste. Koraeus' fate must be discerned and that of the fortress itself. Atan and Yimris lost their people on the mountain, so I know they are anxious to learn what happened. I will not be stayed either."
Meneloss draws on his nearly empty mug of ale and looks to the assembled group and asks "Who else will come with us?"
After he is answered, Meneloss continues: "There is one other thing which I must know: The identity of the Elf-lord who aided Koraeus. Master Boahur, do you know who this hero was? From Tagra's tale it would seem he at least has survived. If we can we must find him."
Edited by: Meneloss at: 2/20/03 4:38:50 pm
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 287
(2/20/03 7:45 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew
[OOC: It's not safety Madragar is thinking about. It's subtlety. Blurting everything out at once may not be the most prudent course.]
"Koraeus was a friend to my master," says Madragar. "I would know his fate if there were no reason but that. But with this new information, it would seem that my path, at least, is clear. I will go to Old Kerlew. I will learn the fate of the giant lord."
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1082
(2/20/03 8:46 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew
Boahur closes his eyes and shakes his head.
"Meneloss of the Sanaveysil, do not be rash. Even were you born a mountain goat it is three days hard travel to Old Kurlew through the mountains."
"Or less," Savud smiles, turning to meet a concerned look from Boahur. The two venerable dwarves stare at each other for a long moment, but Savud's grin does not fade.
"Yes," Boahur concedes, "perhaps two days travel. But that isn't the issue. There is great peril on the mountain. Many broo, and beasts likely much worse than broo. It is not a place I would wish to visit myself without a sign from the Storm Bull. Such things are not to be approached in haste, or without the guidance of the gods."
"Then pray to them, lodge warden," Savud replies. "The fire of Urox burns in your blood, and you have shed it for him a thousand times. I have walked with you on the Strand of Kathos, ripped the hearts from Chillserpents to feed the hearth fire, and raised our banner on mountains of our broken foes. Those days are not so far gone, for I remember them, and you remember them as well."
Savud sweeps his hand before him drawing attention to the near wall where glittering weapons hang in grim rows.
"These blades that adorn the hall, the battle worn shields of our ancestors. They are the milestones of our journey. That road is long, yes, but also wide and twisted as winter gales on the white foamed sea. We do not walk it alone, good friend. Does our own task eclipse the cause of these courageous folk? Does the Thunderer have but one fist to strike at the spawn of Chaos?"
Boahur and Savud continue to stare at one another as two old friends and comrades, knowing that no falsehood can be spoken between them, and that their true hearts must always be shown. The other Ghurugil are both silent and a little stunned. It seems that Atan is not the only one that allowed confidential information to be revealed.
Finally, Boahur nods. "Yes, my brother, I will pray to them. Now."
With that Boahur strides from the room without looking back, disappearing through the oaken door from which he entered. The Ghurugil remain silent, not certain what passed between two such venerated priests as Boahur and Savud.
Turning back to the gathering, Savud smiles and claps his hands together, rubbing them vigorously.
"Well, who's ready for the next course?"
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 343
(2/20/03 10:22 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew
Draxim scratches his head, completely confident that Boahur will discern the will of Urox and tell him what to do next. Of more concern is this wager with Meneloss...."Wait a minute!" he spouts suddenly. "I still owe you an ale and the day's not over!" As he takes in the stares of the other diners, he realizes that he may have spoken over loud. "Sorry," he mumbles. Draxim is not always the brightest of candles, especially with a head full of wine. He is really more accustomed to ale.
"What's a Chillserpent?" he asks the nearest Ghurugil. He then belches loudly.
[OOC I also thought that arcana meant magic and stuff, and this is what Draxim was reacting to. It should be obvious to everyone that Draxim trusts the Ghurugil completely.]
Edited by: Kenner at: 2/20/03 7:23:52 pm
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