OOC>>> [img]graemlins/jawdrop.gif[/img]
Dude! You brought him!! I like this! I am expecting to see all my little minions, then? Maybe even ...her??? ;)

Hehe...when this game is over with...hopefully Cyril and I would have finished our NWN module of this game so that we can lure you all in and kill you all again! It'll be so much fun! Er...well...for me, anyway...maybe not for you...but who knows...you might be one of those satanic type that are turned on to death...you sickos! Why am I even bothering talking to you? I'll...er...stop now...thank you.

oh...one more thing...it would be cool for us all to disable our signatures befoer making a post, to keep it all tidier and all that. Just a suggestion...not a commandment.

The silent figure above watched the group below carefully. His keen elven eyes had noticed Ruby's reaction while holding the sword, and wondered what it could mean. "Hmm... from watching her with the lion, I'd suspect she had some ability with the mind. A natural affinity with animals or more? But what would cause her reaction to the sword, then?" He had an ability to sense general emotions in people, but from this distance, he could only say that Ruby seemed confused. "Could the sword be intelligent? If it is, then she most be some kind of psionist. But if that's the case, what sort of man carried that weapon before?" He looked at Sir Morguerat and subconsciously shivered. He was a man to be feared.

He had always watched potential companions closely, noting all they did. Learning their strengths and weaknesses was important, for companions could turn into enemies very quickly. He had seen it happen before; the last time resulting in a narrow escape. He stroked the hilt of one of his long swords, remembering the friend who had been turned against him by a powerful wizard. It had taken all of his resolve to kill his friend, and he had mourned for a long time after. The magical blade was all he had left to remember by.

A swift wind blew through the trees, accompanying his sad memories. Friends were lost so quickly, he thought. Why even bother finding new ones? They could be blown away as quick as the wind and he'd be alone again...

OOC: nice try ruby, but I'm on to your tricks ;)

Ic: <font color=99ff00">"truth be told young lady I do not know if the sword has a name of it's own, I called it Crysomer, but that was one of it's original names, it was also a separate swor by the name of Spirit Burner, I found an ancient relic calle dthe pommelStone of H'rrk Ackm' Yhe'ad and merged the two blades, and I never discovered the blade's new incarnation's name, I have called it Crysomer in honor of my original sword, but it may or may not be the true name of the sword, I suspect it is not the swords proper name."</font>

[ 10-22-2002, 04:15 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

<font color=indianred>OOC>>>As soon as I get outta my treehouse adventure with the dead guy...I will run to catch up to the party that I am supposing is within a good run's distance away. I am only taking about 20 game-time minutes in chat with him. Is this fair enough for everybody to put into percpective?

The elf in the tree watching you all on the ground has the vision of an elf from Lord of the Rings rule-base...so that takes care of that.

As to the terrain, I can only say that we are on a flat plain with grass as high as your hips in some places. The dirt is dry and rocky...and there is an old wagon-trail leading off into the distance in the direction we are heading, which I presume to be East. A forest is visible in that distance to those with elven sight.

Cyril can continue to describe the land in more detail if he chooses to do so.

Is there anything else anyone needs to know?</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: Just to clarify -- the group is presently within the borderlands of the Modding Mage's former territory. That territory is ringed by stormswept mountains whose few trails have been washed out and flooded. Overland and aerial travel into the lands of the Modding Mage is all but impossible, thus the need to seek out an undergound passage. TAOWolf is the only character presently on the other side of the mountains.</font>

<font color=white>Myron Epimetheus</font>

<font color=orchid>As Brendan speaks the little man sits in his chair and listens, his ears attentive to every syllable and his eyes shining with a curious life. Upon the blank pages of journal left open on the table, a brownish quill pen scribes the words of Brendan’s tale, moving without the benefit of a hand to hold guide it. “I shall keep this record of words, that I might study them further,” the sage says to the young man, “for I have come here to learn the things that are to be learned here. yes, and there are so very many things to learn here! I have seen the signs that change is afoot. Yes, and perhaps you are going to be a part of such change? Indeed, I suspect that you will,” His mind is already beginning to race along the contours of Brendan’s words looking for hidden seams of thought to be explored. “You seek to destroy this Hunger you say? But you still have no idea what it is that draws you here?” The little man falls quiet and thoughtful then, all the while staring at Brendan with the strange intensity of his dead and sunken eyes. He leans suddenly forward and grasps the young man’s hands in his own. As his cold hands tighten around those of Brendan he speaks with a surprising seriousness, “Questions are funny things, boy. They can spur a man into movement to find an answer or they can haunt him and drive him mad. Sometimes as simple a thing as asking the wrong question can lead a life dangerously off-course. You, boy, are surrounded by questions. Be careful of them and be even more careful of the answers you find.” He releases the young man’s hands and seeing him shiver once more refills his mug with warm water from the kettle. “You are cold again,” he says, his voice having returned to its customary muttering cant. “Take something warm to drink for it is always so much easier to think when one can sip a cup of something warm.”</font>

<font color=skyblue>"My Lord...I hear your words of caution, and I do not throw them to the wind. I will retain what you have told me. I feel that I may be called by some Deity to set things right. A God could be directing my pathways for all I know...but some good will come of this. The Hunger must be removed in order to allow regeneration! Nothing can prevent this, and I must not fail! I..."

Brendon stopped cold and short of finishing whatever thought he had just left behind unmuttered. He had gotten so wound up that he had stood up and was yelling horribly. He had broken out into a sweat as though he'd been working for hours. He politely and quietly sat back down and breathed slower. He never used to get so wound up before!

"Excuse my rudeness, my Lord. I seem to have forgotten my manners in your hospitality. I shall leave you now, if it be your wish, only, may I ask for a favor from your magical talents?"</font>

ruby looks at sir morguerat and says, "it's worth a shot."

she finds a lonely place in the party, and begins her attempt. *crysomer? is that it? or maybe spirit burner? sir morguerat doesn't believe so, but i have to try....* knowing the sword is likely irritated at being bothered again, and will take it's time answering, ruby takes up humming again. the melody starts to take on a special quality, and sounds as if it should have meaning for everyone.

[ 10-23-2002, 12:18 AM: Message edited by: RevRuby ]

The elf hidden in the tree was shaken from his thoughts by the shouting inside the treehouse. He had been lost in his memories for a short time, and he did not notice that the group had moved away. He quickly scanned the area with his keen Elven sight and spotten them a little ways ahead. He noticed that Ruby had sat down away from the group, and the elf wondered what she was doing. He had the feeling that he still had a lot to learn about this forum.

He began his descent from the heights of the tree, silently lowering himself from the branch he had occupied unnoticed for so long. Stealth was a skill he took great pride in; many of his former parties had taken advantage of his skills by making him an advance scout.

He had honed his skills among Human rangers far from here. He was not a ranger himself, but he had been trained as a swashbuckler before he had... left... his hometown. They had shared many skills, and the elf was indebted to those rangers for helping him improve. He noticed the influence the rangers had had on him; he was now more at home in the wilderness than he was in a city. "Would I even want to go back to the city if I had the chance?" he asked himself. "After all of the time I've spent in the wilderness, the walls of a city would be like a prison. Besides, anything that I would've wanted to go back to is gone now."

He decided that he would wait for the one inside the treehouse to come out; he had seemed the least threatening of the group so far. So he made himself visible at the foot of the ladder to the treehouse and leaned against the tree nonchalantly. He made sure that the hood of his cloak was pulled low over his face, to hide his eyes. "The eyes are the window to the soul, and what lies therein is my own business," he rationalized to himself. He made sure the cloak held its dark blue hue, else it would begin to meld into the shadows of the tree, and he wanted to be sure that he did not frighten Brendon. Brendon seemed awfully excitable, and the elf did not want to him to think that he was under attack. However, to be safe, his right hand strayed to the hilt of one of his long swords, but he covered it by holding the cloak closed with his left.

ooc: Larry, you were right on target with the LotR Elf. My character is physically based on Tolkien's Elves (the Vanyar Elves, to be more precise, for those who've read the Silmarillion), so tall and slender, deep blues eyes and golden hair (though it can't be seen because of the hood of the cloak). If you need more info on my character, let me know.

Oh, and it looks like I have the strange posting time of the group, but I shall try to post earlier once my character starts to interact more with the group.

OOC>>>Perfect! Thanks for the confirmation. I will be down from the treehouse in just a minute, then we will run catch up to the others. I just need to close the deal here with the dead guy. ;)