Hazardous Times: Chapter XI "Fit For A Queen" - Page 11

Cyril Darkcloud · 07-02-2002, 01:39 AM

For Kellen

The Steeplewood Forest

“Definitely not club-footed,” one of the sprites says.

“Yes, definitely not. Not a dwarf either,” adds another.

“Could never be a dwarf with a laugh like that,” the third replies, “Dwarves are all bearded ale swilling grimness .... and monster bashing .... and heavy hammers .... and chopping axes and ... and... and ... O! I’m just glad he’s not a dwarf!”

“Not that we thought he was to begin with.”

“No. of course not. But the look on his face when we said that. Why now that is a story for the younglings tonight!”

One of the sprites begins to contort his face hoping to imitate the strange elf’s expression.

“No, not yet. The eyes need to be bigger.”

“And the mouth, you haven’t got the mouth right.”

“Wait! That’s it!” Turning to Kellen, a sprite in garments of various shades of red points to his yellow clad companion. “Do you see that? That’s what you looked like when Sylvus here,” he points to another sprite, this one clothed in varied russets and orange, “said you might be the son of a dwarf.” He looks once more at the contorted features of his companion. “Yes, definitely like that. Except you’re quite a bit taller.”

As one, the three sprites turn their attention to this elf called Kellen who dances to a singing blade. The bold and red-clad sprite steps forward and then stirs his wings that he might hover to the level of the elf’s eyes. “I am Jasper.” Pointing to the one whose face had so recently mimicked Kellen’s he says, “And this one of such talented facial expressiveness is Belshon. Sylvus is the one with the sharp tongue.”

“Speaking of dwarves!” Sylvus shouts in his high voice.

“Be careful, I just don’t have the energy to imitate any more facial expressions just yet. Elves are so difficult to get right.”

“No. No, you don’t understand,” Sylvus corrects Belshon. “Do you remember those unpleasant adventurers who were so much fun.”

“Yes! Yes, of course.”

“Well, then, do you remember how we saw to it that they left the Gloomwood without all of those heavy bottles of wine and ale to carry with them?”

“Why yes, I do. The smell of so much drink had me flying in spirals for a week.”

“Do you think our friend here would enjoy a drink?”

“An excellent idea, Sylvus! Go and bring something for him. Belshon, go with Sylvus and bring our guest something else.”

ooc: Sylvus and Belshom will be back quickly, the one bearing a very old and very good bottle of wine from the southern regions and the other a mithril stoppered bottle of dwarvish spirits.

Legolas · 07-02-2002, 05:56 AM

Julano

The adventurers had left, and he doubted they would ever return again. For days he had raged, running through the forest throwing his spells at every tree in his path. When his minions came to speak to him he had ignored them, or blasted them too. The power they held would have been such an asset to him, but they had been too careful. He had failed to find an opening. It tore at him for weeks.
Eventually, finally, he moved on to other things. He had picked up his old life again. The passing of the adventurers had left the Witchy Wood with a relatively high number of deaths and disappearances. People wanted to know how and why. Naturally Julano didn't want to tell everyone their skins were hanging in his closet, so he lied. They believed him, he was the mayor's son. And a convincing actor too, or so he thought.
Aside from taking up his life in the village, he also rebuilt his legion of vampires. After the death of his 'ally' more beings had found their way to him. He put them to good use as he had his own lair made on the ground he himself had raized in his anger.
Julano had had just about enough of adventurers, and although he was not yet ready to go out into the world at the head of his army and slay every 'hero' in person, he was amassing his forces and already striking out at travellers entering too far into his forest. Noone in the village suspected a thing, yet, but suspicion grew in the settlements surrounding the woods.

OOC: Julano is quite the distance away from the other characters, so I doubt they'll hear of the monster-infected woods anytime soon. Just setting the scene back there for some unfinished buisness from the original HT thread

Tomorrow I'll be leaving for a three week holiday to England; don't expect any more posts from me while I'm gone

[img]tongue.gif[/img]

Attalus · 07-02-2002, 08:37 AM

OOC>> Point taken, Legolas. Have a good time. IC>
SIR BLANDAMOUR (To Sanael, aside) "I still do not trust these Druids. Follow them at a distance, will you? Send for me at the first sign of trouble."

DOLMAN (To Addison and Isaura)*Skips for joy. Though worried about his sister, you cannot help but note his carefree and basically cheerful demeanor* "That is right kindly of you, milord and lady. Come along then." (They follow him to the druid village, about two hours march away. You may note wolves at various stages, but they do not attack. As you enter the stockade, you are closely scrutinized by the guard, who wears a scaly tight tunic, and carries a spear. Noting that you are with Dolman, who passes a secret sign, he lets you go through. He leads you to the largest central house, where a wolf guards the door. Entering, a large, dirty man swings from brooding at the bed, where lies a green-haired girl who moans intermittantly.)

GREENTUNIC "Dolman, what is this? Who are these people?"

DOLMAN (goes down on one knee) "Father, these are well-meaning strangers whom I brought to help Diana. Please listen to them."

GREENTUNIC (turns to Isaura and Addison.) "Well, what is it? How can you help my daughter?"

[ 07-02-2002, 08:39 AM: Message edited by: Attalus ]

Galadria · 07-02-2002, 09:44 AM

LADY GALADRIA (to Addison, before they left) "Have a care of those druids, comrade. It is true what you hint, that I hate them. I have fought them often, and have reasons for my feelings that you may not know of. They prate eternally of their damned balance, which to my way of thinking is pure foolishness, an equal amount of chaos and evil for every ounce of good or law. I will have none of it. Know, that they are treacherous and if they decide that their precious Balance requires your corpse on their compost heap, they will takd care to put it there."

Ar-Cunin · 07-02-2002, 12:09 PM

Sanael Ganahr

follows behind Galadria, Isaura and Dolman - shadowing the little group. As they reach the village, he takes up the same position as the night before and watches the proceedings.

[ 07-02-2002, 12:10 PM: Message edited by: Ar-Cunin ]

Attalus · 07-02-2002, 01:29 PM

KINN'ZUWANNIK(To Zzzbrp, the quickling) "I haven't heard any news lately. My little druid keeps his cabin. Go to the druid village and find out what is going on."

Cerek the Barbaric · 07-02-2002, 01:44 PM

(to Greentunic)"Your daughter has been wounded by a very powerful and unique weapon. And the one who wields that weapon is the only one capable of reversing the damage done by it.

Sir Blandamour of the Order of the Radiant Heart is the owner of that blade, and he has agreed to come to your daughter's aid and heal her wounds upon your promise of safe passage for him and any who accompany him.

Without his aid, your spells will only delay the inevitable. However, Sir Blandamour could be here and restore your daughter to health before the sun sets this evening.

The choice is yours."

TAOWolf · 07-03-2002, 03:07 PM

Wiping one silver tear from her cheek, she unbinds her hair, letting the breeze softly blow it across her face. She slowly removes her gloves one by one, tucking them into her belt....

She looks up and closes her eyes, lifting her arms above her head.....

The runes carved into her body start to glow a faint silver as she hums an ancient song softly, as she slowly opens her eyes, looking at each druidess in turn, then finishing her song as her eyes land upon Raymond....

She smiles softly and lowers her arms, laying them in her lap....

"I have missed journeying to these places the last hundred years.....My soul has yearned for this peaceful stillness...." she whispers as she smiles fondly at Raymond, then stands picking up her cup of wine, and sipping softly as she watches the two wolves......

OOC: Will post again Monday. My fiance's parents are in town starting tomorrow, and I really enjoy visiting with them...have a happy 4th of July , ya'll and see ya Monday *cyril, feel free to post for me, you know my character better than anyone *LOL*

[ 07-03-2002, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

Attalus · 07-03-2002, 06:14 PM

OOC>> Sorry to be late with this, it's been hell getting on the forum. IC>>
GREENTUNIC (His face is unchanging, and seems made of wood; to Addison) "You mean the filthy paladin that did this to her would come and heal this? How do I know that he would not just finish the job?"

DIANA (She moans and tosses feverishly. The covers become disarranged, and you notice a huge green leaf bound to her side. Bloody drainage has seeped onto the covers. Strangely enough, she seems surrounded by a faint blue glow.)

[ 07-03-2002, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: Attalus ]

mistral4543 · 07-03-2002, 08:05 PM

OOC>>> I know what you mean, Attalus

But real life has kept me busy as a form of compensation [img]tongue.gif[/img]

IC>>>
Isaura

She eyes the perspiration-soaked druid dubiously, hoping that her own breathing does not betray her nervousness ~ "Wh..what's that?" ~ Whispering in a tone that addresses no one in particular, she stares in fascination at the blue glow ~ "This surely spells magic. What has happened?" ~ Inching her way towards the figure cautiously.

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07-02-2002, 01:39 AM	#101
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	For Kellen The Steeplewood Forest “Definitely not club-footed,” one of the sprites says. “Yes, definitely not. Not a dwarf either,” adds another. “Could never be a dwarf with a laugh like that,” the third replies, “Dwarves are all bearded ale swilling grimness .... and monster bashing .... and heavy hammers .... and chopping axes and ... and... and ... O! I’m just glad he’s not a dwarf!” “Not that we thought he was to begin with.” “No. of course not. But the look on his face when we said that. Why now that is a story for the younglings tonight!” One of the sprites begins to contort his face hoping to imitate the strange elf’s expression. “No, not yet. The eyes need to be bigger.” “And the mouth, you haven’t got the mouth right.” “Wait! That’s it!” Turning to Kellen, a sprite in garments of various shades of red points to his yellow clad companion. “Do you see that? That’s what you looked like when Sylvus here,” he points to another sprite, this one clothed in varied russets and orange, “said you might be the son of a dwarf.” He looks once more at the contorted features of his companion. “Yes, definitely like that. Except you’re quite a bit taller.” As one, the three sprites turn their attention to this elf called Kellen who dances to a singing blade. The bold and red-clad sprite steps forward and then stirs his wings that he might hover to the level of the elf’s eyes. “I am Jasper.” Pointing to the one whose face had so recently mimicked Kellen’s he says, “And this one of such talented facial expressiveness is Belshon. Sylvus is the one with the sharp tongue.” “Speaking of dwarves!” Sylvus shouts in his high voice. “Be careful, I just don’t have the energy to imitate any more facial expressions just yet. Elves are so difficult to get right.” “No. No, you don’t understand,” Sylvus corrects Belshon. “Do you remember those unpleasant adventurers who were so much fun.” “Yes! Yes, of course.” “Well, then, do you remember how we saw to it that they left the Gloomwood without all of those heavy bottles of wine and ale to carry with them?” “Why yes, I do. The smell of so much drink had me flying in spirals for a week.” “Do you think our friend here would enjoy a drink?” “An excellent idea, Sylvus! Go and bring something for him. Belshon, go with Sylvus and bring our guest something else.” ooc: Sylvus and Belshom will be back quickly, the one bearing a very old and very good bottle of wine from the southern regions and the other a mithril stoppered bottle of dwarvish spirits.

07-02-2002, 05:56 AM	#102
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 39 Posts: 5,459	Julano The adventurers had left, and he doubted they would ever return again. For days he had raged, running through the forest throwing his spells at every tree in his path. When his minions came to speak to him he had ignored them, or blasted them too. The power they held would have been such an asset to him, but they had been too careful. He had failed to find an opening. It tore at him for weeks. Eventually, finally, he moved on to other things. He had picked up his old life again. The passing of the adventurers had left the Witchy Wood with a relatively high number of deaths and disappearances. People wanted to know how and why. Naturally Julano didn't want to tell everyone their skins were hanging in his closet, so he lied. They believed him, he was the mayor's son. And a convincing actor too, or so he thought. Aside from taking up his life in the village, he also rebuilt his legion of vampires. After the death of his 'ally' more beings had found their way to him. He put them to good use as he had his own lair made on the ground he himself had raized in his anger. Julano had had just about enough of adventurers, and although he was not yet ready to go out into the world at the head of his army and slay every 'hero' in person, he was amassing his forces and already striking out at travellers entering too far into his forest. Noone in the village suspected a thing, yet, but suspicion grew in the settlements surrounding the woods. OOC: Julano is quite the distance away from the other characters, so I doubt they'll hear of the monster-infected woods anytime soon. Just setting the scene back there for some unfinished buisness from the original HT thread Tomorrow I'll be leaving for a three week holiday to England; don't expect any more posts from me while I'm gone [img]tongue.gif[/img]

07-02-2002, 08:37 AM	#103
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 75 Posts: 8,167	OOC>> Point taken, Legolas. Have a good time. IC> SIR BLANDAMOUR (To Sanael, aside) "I still do not trust these Druids. Follow them at a distance, will you? Send for me at the first sign of trouble." DOLMAN (To Addison and Isaura)Skips for joy. Though worried about his sister, you cannot help but note his carefree and basically cheerful demeanor "That is right kindly of you, milord and lady. Come along then." (They follow him to the druid village, about two hours march away. You may note wolves at various stages, but they do not attack. As you enter the stockade, you are closely scrutinized by the guard, who wears a scaly tight tunic, and carries a spear. Noting that you are with Dolman, who passes a secret sign, he lets you go through. He leads you to the largest central house, where a wolf guards the door. Entering, a large, dirty man swings from brooding at the bed, where lies a green-haired girl who moans intermittantly.) GREENTUNIC "Dolman, what is this? Who are these people?" DOLMAN (goes down on one knee) "Father, these are well-meaning strangers whom I brought to help Diana. Please listen to them." GREENTUNIC (turns to Isaura and Addison.) "Well, what is it? How can you help my daughter?" [ 07-02-2002, 08:39 AM: Message edited by: Attalus ]

07-02-2002, 09:44 AM	#104
Galadria 20th Level Warrior Join Date: November 3, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 54 Posts: 2,830	LADY GALADRIA (to Addison, before they left) "Have a care of those druids, comrade. It is true what you hint, that I hate them. I have fought them often, and have reasons for my feelings that you may not know of. They prate eternally of their damned balance, which to my way of thinking is pure foolishness, an equal amount of chaos and evil for every ounce of good or law. I will have none of it. Know, that they are treacherous and if they decide that their precious Balance requires your corpse on their compost heap, they will takd care to put it there."

07-02-2002, 12:09 PM	#105
Ar-Cunin Ra Join Date: August 14, 2001 Location: Copenhagen, Denmark Age: 52 Posts: 2,326	Sanael Ganahr follows behind Galadria, Isaura and Dolman - shadowing the little group. As they reach the village, he takes up the same position as the night before and watches the proceedings. [ 07-02-2002, 12:10 PM: Message edited by: Ar-Cunin ]

07-02-2002, 01:29 PM	#106
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 75 Posts: 8,167	KINN'ZUWANNIK(To Zzzbrp, the quickling) "I haven't heard any news lately. My little druid keeps his cabin. Go to the druid village and find out what is going on."

07-02-2002, 01:44 PM	#107
Cerek the Barbaric Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: October 29, 2001 Location: North Carolina Age: 61 Posts: 3,257	(to Greentunic)"Your daughter has been wounded by a very powerful and unique weapon. And the one who wields that weapon is the only one capable of reversing the damage done by it. Sir Blandamour of the Order of the Radiant Heart is the owner of that blade, and he has agreed to come to your daughter's aid and heal her wounds upon your promise of safe passage for him and any who accompany him. Without his aid, your spells will only delay the inevitable. However, Sir Blandamour could be here and restore your daughter to health before the sun sets this evening. The choice is yours."

07-03-2002, 03:07 PM	#108
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	Wiping one silver tear from her cheek, she unbinds her hair, letting the breeze softly blow it across her face. She slowly removes her gloves one by one, tucking them into her belt.... She looks up and closes her eyes, lifting her arms above her head..... The runes carved into her body start to glow a faint silver as she hums an ancient song softly, as she slowly opens her eyes, looking at each druidess in turn, then finishing her song as her eyes land upon Raymond.... She smiles softly and lowers her arms, laying them in her lap.... "I have missed journeying to these places the last hundred years.....My soul has yearned for this peaceful stillness...." she whispers as she smiles fondly at Raymond, then stands picking up her cup of wine, and sipping softly as she watches the two wolves...... OOC: Will post again Monday. My fiance's parents are in town starting tomorrow, and I really enjoy visiting with them...have a happy 4th of July , ya'll and see ya Monday cyril, feel free to post for me, you know my character better than anyone LOL* [ 07-03-2002, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

07-03-2002, 06:14 PM	#109
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 75 Posts: 8,167	OOC>> Sorry to be late with this, it's been hell getting on the forum. IC>> GREENTUNIC (His face is unchanging, and seems made of wood; to Addison) "You mean the filthy paladin that did this to her would come and heal this? How do I know that he would not just finish the job?" DIANA (She moans and tosses feverishly. The covers become disarranged, and you notice a huge green leaf bound to her side. Bloody drainage has seeped onto the covers. Strangely enough, she seems surrounded by a faint blue glow.) [ 07-03-2002, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: Attalus ]

07-03-2002, 08:05 PM	#110
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 47 Posts: 3,159	OOC>>> I know what you mean, Attalus But real life has kept me busy as a form of compensation [img]tongue.gif[/img] IC>>> Isaura She eyes the perspiration-soaked druid dubiously, hoping that her own breathing does not betray her nervousness ~ "Wh..what's that?" ~ Whispering in a tone that addresses no one in particular, she stares in fascination at the blue glow ~ "This surely spells magic. What has happened?" ~ Inching her way towards the figure cautiously.

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