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Jubilex
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Posts: 3642
(9/27/04 10:33 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Domun slowly whispers "Lyssa is dead. Naredru poisoned her."
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Tarondor
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Posts: 1286
(9/28/04 12:05 am)
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Re: Dobrug
[Somewhere, Madragar-the-not-present feels a shadow on his grave...]
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Ulwe
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Posts: 1054
(9/28/04 4:33 am)
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Re: Dobrug
He hears the words but at first cannot comprehend them. His old friend, the mousy Naredru, so meek amd kind, seems an impossible culprit. Lyssa so powerful and brave seems an impossible victim.
"How? When? Why?" Are all he manages to sputter out in response to Domun's terrible charge.
Edited by: Ulwe at: 9/28/04 4:41 am
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Jubilex
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Posts: 3643
(9/28/04 7:26 am)
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Re: Dobrug
Over several cups of wine Domun relates the sad tale as the two elves dry themselves before the fire.
Once Ulwe and the companions left the Grove for the Nral river valley, the remaining Grovewardens couldn't help but notice the keen interest Naredru expressed regarding a number of strange symbols he'd written down. He seemed obsessed with one character in particular: a circle with three arrows pointing outward from its center. His fellows could tell him nothing of it and the young apprentice became increasingly agitated.
One morning Naredru disappeared. Domun, Avana, and Erithwen, three of the better trackers among the Grovewardens, set out to follow the apprentice to see what had become of him. Naredru's trail led directly to the Rhevas river. Domun picked up his trail again on the other side but stopped short of its eventual destination - the haunted village of Hyrgalas. Heeding Lyssa's warning not to approach the place, the trackers watched and waited.
Three days passed before Naredru came stumbling out of the village. The apprentice seemed relieved to find his friends so close at hand and was conciliatory regarding his rash actions. The place truly was haunted, he said, and that Lyssa's admonition not to go near it was good advice he wish he had heeded. Domun admits his relief at finding Naredru alive and well overcame the wisdom of scrutinizing the apprentice more closely. Back at the Grove, weeks passed without incident. Naredru seemed to be his old self again and settled in to the routine of study and maintaining the Long Watch.
Finally, late in the winter, Lyssa and her band returned, travel worn and weary. They had been into the Osender hunting broo, but picked up the trail of a large warband moving south. This warband, it was said, had acquired an object of importance from some old Lunar outpost along the coast and was hurrying south with it. Lyssa and her followers gave chase, venturing far into the Wild Lands. At last, beyond the southern mountains, near the edge of a vast steppe, the broo were confronted and killed. Lyssa disregarded the broo corpses save for that of their leader, and produced from its pack an odd gray disk.
Thus was the story told by Bahraen, one of those that traveled with Lyssa, for the sorceress herself fell into an exhausted slumber upon her return. Only Naredru visited her that night.
It was not until the next morning that it was discovered that Lyssa was dead. A cup of cool water at her bedside was choked with poison, and the signs of its evil were apparent on her face and body. Naredru had fled, and with him he took her books, her enchanted rod, and the gray disk. The Grove itself, created by Lyssa's magic, vanished with the morning sun.
The Grovewardens collapsed under the weight of the tragedy. Many of them had come to Moagara only the serve Lyssa, and with her death they fell into deep despair. Some left immediately, eschewing revenge for the solace of their homelands. The remaining few began the pursuit at once, though Naredru had conjured a horse for himself and flew through the terrible winter storms with haste.
The murderous apprentice led the Grovewardens on a long chase before disappearing into Osender. The trackers split up to follow the confusing tangle of trails. Several days later Domun and Erithwen caught sight of Naredru and followed him straight to Dobrug.
"That was three days ago, Ulwe, and we have been searching this town of him and you ever since."
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/28/04 8:05 am
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Ulwe
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(9/28/04 9:01 am)
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Re: Dobrug
"Pogar, please fetch Madragar. We'll need him, and he needs to hear this news. Make haste for we must find the traitor Naredru."
Hearing of Lyssa's death struck Ulwe not like a spear to his heart, but more like the bludgeon of a hammer. He sits stunned with his friends.
"He is most likely possessed by some foul Shadow which took him at that accursed village. I cannot believe he did this foul deed willingly." He states.
"Domun,..." he asks "why did you not seek for me at the Locamyridra? I am sorry for not sending word sooner. I am sorry.." His words trail off.
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Jubilex
ezOP
Posts: 3644
(9/28/04 9:08 am)
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Re: Dobrug
"Who can we call an ally, Ulwe, now that a close friend has betrayed us?" Domun sighs. "The priests of this land have no love for the sorcerous folk, like our mistress. We did not think it wise for them to learn of Lyssa's fate lest they find Naredru first and destroy her precious scholarship. Frankly, Ulwe, we don't trust them."
Pogar hustles across town and pulls Madragar out of his bed. In minutes the wizard is at the tavern, groggy and spattered with mud.
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doggius
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Posts: 820
(9/28/04 9:18 am)
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Re: Dobrug
Pogar rushes out, when Ulwe asks for Madragar. As he husstles to where Madragar is, Pogar looks about, searching for a faceless and non descript character. "Blasted," he admonishes himself as he realizes that he doesnt know what this Naredru looks like. He scans the crowds for anyone who dresses similar to Ulwe's friends.
Upon rushing into Madragars room, Pogar apologizes for the interuption.
"A coupla Ulwes friends are here with Ulwe. Ulwe sends for you. Seems kinda important."
As they rush back, Pogar will continue to scan the crowd. Upon re-entery, Pogar will quietly say "What does this Naredru look like? I have been to a few of the taverns around here and I may have seen him before."
[note to GM]
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Tarondor
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Posts: 1287
(9/28/04 12:38 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Madragar/Anorre arrives at the inn bundled in furs against the winter weather. He catches Ulwe's eye upon entering. Noticing the newcomers, he is quiet (other than ordering a cup of warm wine) until the elven priest speaks.
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 351
(9/28/04 2:07 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Lest the Grovewardens feel betrayed in the unfamiliar surroundings, Khelzhad quickly and formally introduces Madragar as Anorre the Sage. The wizard can tell by the bard's serious demeanor that their arrival ends the winter of contentment and the struggle against chaos has been renewed.
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Ulwe
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Posts: 1056
(9/28/04 6:14 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
"But you trust me do you not?" Asks Ulwe to the broken Domun.
The Aerendalen uses all of his will power to stifle back the tears he wishes to shed. He sighs deeply and sits with his head in his hands until Madragar arrives.
The creaky door to Janes' Place bursts open and Madragar shuffles in along with a cold blast of grim winter wind. Looking up at the bald wizard, Ulwe says: "My Lady Lyssa has died." with a choked voice.
After Madragar is told the details of the murder and the subsequent chase of the suspect to Dobrug, Ulwe starts the deliberations.
"To find the traitor, I have some ideas. I can think of one other who may also be looking for Naredru. Yashai the Lioness spoke of a disk similar to the one Naredru has stolen. She should be watched."
"His sorcerous ways will be dangerous, and all the more so with Lyssa's knowledge in his clutches."
Edited by: Ulwe at: 9/28/04 6:48 pm
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Jubilex
ezOP
Posts: 3647
(9/28/04 6:30 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Quote:
Yurgi relates some specifics on this strange elf and, after some cross examination, Ruglan determines that it is Atan. Soon the Merek Lek is led back to Janes' tavern.
Janes ambles by and taps Ulwe on the shoulder before nodding toward a shadowy figure, seated in one corner with his legs stretched out before him.
"He is one of the wandering folk - Rangers we call them. He seldom talks: not but what he can tell a rare tale when he has the mind. He disappears for a month, or a year, and then he pops up again. He was in and out pretty often last autumn: but I haven't seen him about lately. What his right name is I've never heard: but he's known round here as Atan."
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/28/04 6:43 pm
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Ulwe
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Posts: 1057
(9/28/04 8:14 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Ulwe looks over at Atan :"Finith, forgive me I did not see you there. With all these terrible tidings..." He shrugs. Then crosses the small room to embrace Atan. "Captain, it is good to see you again, especially now."
Ulwe steps back from Atan and resumes his seat next to Domun. He waits for Madragar or Atan to speak.
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Atan
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(9/28/04 8:52 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
"I grew weary of Val'waha and thought a walk would do me well...and so I am here." Atan claps Ulwe on the back, a small tempered smile for his fellows before abashedly turning his eyes downward, "When I saw you enter with those of the Grove I didn't want to intrude but their faces.....and now this news of Lyssa. This winter is getting colder."
""Lrh-imaldaen uin Valetheren Finith Ring" he greets the two elves seated at the table. Shifting back to the common tongue, "but Atan is what I am called."
His voice softening, he looks at Madragar "A gathering of individuals such as ourselves may wag some tongues. Maybe Janes has a more private room to discuss these events, eh Mad?"
Edited by: Atan at: 9/28/04 8:55 pm
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Jubilex
ezOP
Posts: 3648
(9/28/04 8:54 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Janes' tavern is a tiny, narrow townhouse. The common room is not more than 15' wide and about 25' long, with a single store room in the back. If there's a private area where the companions can speak, they're currently in it.
In any case, Janes' Tavern has yet to have its first customer. The companions are alone except for the two Grovewardens.
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Atan
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Posts: 907
(9/28/04 8:58 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Quickly realizing that the inn is deserted and very small, "Hmmmmm. Well then lock the door, stoke the fire and pour the ale. We got some talking to do."
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Tarondor
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Posts: 1288
(9/28/04 9:35 pm)
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Re: Dobrug
Madragar offers Atan a mock scowl at the familiar dimunitive, but replies, "I can perhaps offer us a small amount of security. I will see to it."
He moves close to the ranger, taking his arm in greeting. "Beware," he whispers. "Our safety lies in staying beneath the notice of the Shadow. I am Anorre the Sage. The one you nearly named is looked for by persons he would not wish to meet...yet."
From there, Madragar moves to touch the door, the windows, the back door and all other entrances, whispering a small incantation over each.
(Alarm).
Returning, he seats himself by Ulwe and regards the newcomers, unable to entirely banish the grief from his face. "This is ill news indeed. Lyssa of the Stormtower was my friend. Ofttimes did I sit before her fire and benefit from her gracious hospitality. Forgive me, but I must ask...you saw her with your own eyes? You know this report to be true?"
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Jubilex
ezOP
Posts: 3649
(9/29/04 6:32 am)
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Re: Dobrug
Erithwen looks deep into the fire.
"Before setting out to pursue Naredru I helped carry her body to the burying place. I am certain Lyssa's time has ended."
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/29/04 6:34 am
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Tarondor
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Posts: 1289
(9/29/04 7:56 am)
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Re: Dobrug
It is some time before Madragar can speak again, but when he does, his voice is tight and controlled.
"And you have pursued this Naredru to Dobrug? How do you know he is here?"
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Jubilex
ezOP
Posts: 3650
(9/29/04 8:00 am)
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Re: Dobrug
"Yes," Domun replies. "We followed him into Dobrug some three days ago. We only hope that he remains in the town, though we cannot be sure. Naredru might have slipped out again, but where would he go? And why did he come straight here?"
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doggius
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Posts: 822
(9/29/04 9:10 am)
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Re: Dobrug
"By my thinkin', that Yashai the Lioness needs to be investigated. It would seem that yer fellow Naredru might be payin her a visit. She asked for such a thing, a few days ago. She claims to be some type of collector, but refused to show her collection when I asked to see it." Pogar says flatly.
Pogar will get up, after speaking and get some ales for everyone.
"Drink hearty, my friend, as it seems that our resting time is coming to an end." Pogar smiles as he pats Atan on his back.
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