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DnafeinAlright sorry for the delay. I had more to do than I expected. We are officially not in Kansas anymore (not in the prologue) and life for the children will begin to get a little hairy. Feel free to post any sort of travel information. I will be setting myself a posting schedule for this game...I don't know what Lupus' posting rate will be but hopefully you are getting back to full health my friend.
for me I will be posting Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday...at the minimum.
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Now that Brisa had a plan she was all business. She wasn’t sure where her plan would lead her, but a starting point was better than nothing, If they could find more clues as to what happened maybe she could figure out how to get justice. She had a vague idea of capturing the culprits and turning them over to the law for hanging. She could see the end quite clearly, everyone praising her for solving the mystery and making those who wrought such evil pay. The beginning she could also envision very clearly. She would travel to Llorkh and find a bunch of clues. It was the middle part that was somewhat fuzzy.
Brisa had heard of Waterdeep, from Autry. It sounded a simply fabulous place. She wouldn’t mind going there, though what help could be fetched she was uncertain. There was nothing left to do here at the town, whatever happened was done and over with. Now they had to find their families and friends. For Brisa she sought her family yes, but the real thing she yearned for was Justice for Autry. Justice or Revenge.
Brisa nodded when Argurios asked for time. Of course she would wait for him. She owed him so much for his help, she was still nervous around him but she was beginning to think that maybe she had let her imagination run away with her. He was a genuinely helpful person.
While they waited she looked around. There were a few horses, they seemed “workable” save for the fact that they, like all the other village animals, were unnaturally quiet. The thing was she had no idea how to handle a horse at all, and had never ridden one in her life. She used to ride the goat when she was small, that memory brought a wistful smile to her face, but that generally involved just hanging on while the goat went wherever it wanted to go.
Her family used pack goats to collect clay, they were small and light and able to forage anywhere, including the moor. She usually milked the goats, which were all female, in the morning but other than that she wasn’t even sure she could handle a goat. A horse would be much worse.
Not certain if it would be helpful however she told Ronin where the few horses in town were, what families made enough money they could afford to keep a horse.
“You have maps Dakin?” Brisa asked in wonder. She had heard that Dorn traveled a lot, imagine if he mapped everywhere he went. What an amazing thing. She was familiar with maps but the idea of actually drawing one, much less several, was almost impossible to fathom.
“What does it say about travel between here and Llorkh? Anything? Any short cuts? I want to find them too…if we can figure out how to get ahead of them somehow.”
She looked over Dakin’s shoulder as he showed her the map. She was afraid to touch it herself, such a treasure should be…well treasured. She was disappointed however. The road between here and Llorkh was marked with nothing but a small set of triangles that crossed it…mountains she assumed. No trails, no other roads, in fact the land looked to be forbidding and mostly mountainous. She looked for a name and found Graypeak Mountains. She didn’t know the path went through the mountains, no one ever said anything about that. Maybe they were really low there or something. There didn’t seem to be any way to gauge how many days it would take to get there; from the few that she knew visited it took three days, they were riding horses however. How much longer would it take walking. She had no way to know that unseasoned travelers made very little progress each day, and the children were certain unseasoned.
She also spotted a note in teeny tiny writing right where the path crossed the mountains. “Raven’s Rest Inn.” She blinked startled. She had heard of the inn naturally, it was a popular stopping spot for caravans passing for people rarely stayed in Twiddledale. She was surprised she hadn’t thought of it before.
“If we have money we could stay at the inn” She didn’t realize it would still be three to four days of walking for the children unless they somehow managed to ride horseback “or even if we can’t pay them maybe we can work for lodging.”
When Argurios returned Brisa blinked rapidly. He looked grown up in an instant. He was bristling with weapons, well she considered it bristling with weapons, and looked almost like his warrior father. A glance at the axe told her she probably couldn’t even lift the thing, it was definitely not an axe designed to chop wood. If she looked really closely she could see that it was well used and suddenly Brisa felt the enormity of what was happening.
They weren’t talking a walk. They weren’t visiting relatives. They weren’t even going on a spell component collecting venture.
She let out her breath in an “oomph” and tried to suppress the shiver that ran through her. Argurios and Ronin were warriors…that much was obvious. Even Dakin who was supposedly training with Dorn as a druid held his staff like he knew how to use it as more than a walking stick. What did she have? A book.
She picked up the leads to her goat and nodded to the others.
“Lets go” she said softly. “Can we seal the town behind us? When we get back I’d hate to find it destroyed by rampaging trolls.” She didn’t say what she was really wondering. Would she ever be coming back?
Brisa had heard of Waterdeep, from Autry. It sounded a simply fabulous place. She wouldn’t mind going there, though what help could be fetched she was uncertain. There was nothing left to do here at the town, whatever happened was done and over with. Now they had to find their families and friends. For Brisa she sought her family yes, but the real thing she yearned for was Justice for Autry. Justice or Revenge.
Brisa nodded when Argurios asked for time. Of course she would wait for him. She owed him so much for his help, she was still nervous around him but she was beginning to think that maybe she had let her imagination run away with her. He was a genuinely helpful person.
While they waited she looked around. There were a few horses, they seemed “workable” save for the fact that they, like all the other village animals, were unnaturally quiet. The thing was she had no idea how to handle a horse at all, and had never ridden one in her life. She used to ride the goat when she was small, that memory brought a wistful smile to her face, but that generally involved just hanging on while the goat went wherever it wanted to go.
Her family used pack goats to collect clay, they were small and light and able to forage anywhere, including the moor. She usually milked the goats, which were all female, in the morning but other than that she wasn’t even sure she could handle a goat. A horse would be much worse.
Not certain if it would be helpful however she told Ronin where the few horses in town were, what families made enough money they could afford to keep a horse.
“You have maps Dakin?” Brisa asked in wonder. She had heard that Dorn traveled a lot, imagine if he mapped everywhere he went. What an amazing thing. She was familiar with maps but the idea of actually drawing one, much less several, was almost impossible to fathom.
“What does it say about travel between here and Llorkh? Anything? Any short cuts? I want to find them too…if we can figure out how to get ahead of them somehow.”
She looked over Dakin’s shoulder as he showed her the map. She was afraid to touch it herself, such a treasure should be…well treasured. She was disappointed however. The road between here and Llorkh was marked with nothing but a small set of triangles that crossed it…mountains she assumed. No trails, no other roads, in fact the land looked to be forbidding and mostly mountainous. She looked for a name and found Graypeak Mountains. She didn’t know the path went through the mountains, no one ever said anything about that. Maybe they were really low there or something. There didn’t seem to be any way to gauge how many days it would take to get there; from the few that she knew visited it took three days, they were riding horses however. How much longer would it take walking. She had no way to know that unseasoned travelers made very little progress each day, and the children were certain unseasoned.
She also spotted a note in teeny tiny writing right where the path crossed the mountains. “Raven’s Rest Inn.” She blinked startled. She had heard of the inn naturally, it was a popular stopping spot for caravans passing for people rarely stayed in Twiddledale. She was surprised she hadn’t thought of it before.
“If we have money we could stay at the inn” She didn’t realize it would still be three to four days of walking for the children unless they somehow managed to ride horseback “or even if we can’t pay them maybe we can work for lodging.”
When Argurios returned Brisa blinked rapidly. He looked grown up in an instant. He was bristling with weapons, well she considered it bristling with weapons, and looked almost like his warrior father. A glance at the axe told her she probably couldn’t even lift the thing, it was definitely not an axe designed to chop wood. If she looked really closely she could see that it was well used and suddenly Brisa felt the enormity of what was happening.
They weren’t talking a walk. They weren’t visiting relatives. They weren’t even going on a spell component collecting venture.
She let out her breath in an “oomph” and tried to suppress the shiver that ran through her. Argurios and Ronin were warriors…that much was obvious. Even Dakin who was supposedly training with Dorn as a druid held his staff like he knew how to use it as more than a walking stick. What did she have? A book.
She picked up the leads to her goat and nodded to the others.
“Lets go” she said softly. “Can we seal the town behind us? When we get back I’d hate to find it destroyed by rampaging trolls.” She didn’t say what she was really wondering. Would she ever be coming back?
Ok Sweet...I went the the route of the child instead of my other idea...so here they are for your approval/denial. Their intro post is almost written, I merely need to know what needs to be changed.
expect posty stuff tomorrow. I've spent all day arguing with my state government. I don't feel like posting tonight.
Vol waited in silence until most of those gathered for the meeting had gone on their way. He watched everyone from under the brim of his hat, carefully analyzing what he knew of them. Most seemed perturbed by the news, concerned and edgy. When Morgue came in and made his pronouncement Vol joined them in their concern. The show went on, it always went on. That Morgue even suggested a shutdown was cause for genuine concern. That meant that the situation was far worse than Mr. Seil let on.
From the rear of the meeting he watched the other’s reactions, trying to place whether they were genuine or phony. He liked to read people, this just gave him an excuse. Not that he ever really needed one. He also enjoyed looking at the others, and there were some true lookers. Vol smiled as he watched them, particularly Soren, get on their way.
With half smile, a shake of his head, and some truly dirty private thoughts, he effortlessly pushed himself away from the wall. Casting about he didn’t see his wolverines anywhere, they had probably wandered off to explore the tent. He rarely restrained their natures; they were as they were who was he to try and change their nature.
As he left the tent he rapped his cane three times on the ground. He heard snarls and growls at the signal and didn’t bother to look back as the odd creatures came loping towards him. The chicken head was long gone, probably eaten, and they were raring for some new excitement. They knew it was almost showtime.
Vol wandered, unconcerned, through the gathering masses. The news affected him very little. He cared not about those that vanished so while he felt some concern for himself he lacked the feeling of loss of solidarity that many of the others were feeling. Instead he “window shopped” through the visitors.
For those that caught his eye, not all of which were gorgeous women, he slowed his steps and stopped to talk to them. Eyes, smile, voice, all combined to make him a truly charming being. To each he gave special “front row” tickets to his act. With a smile, a whisper, and a brief touch he was one his way, whistling merrily by the time he reached the tent in which he would perform. It would be a good day.
He thought of the woman he had just left, thin and worn but sweet, young, eager and delighted at his touch. She was blushing and practically quivering when he left. It was quaint and charming. She had not much in the looks department, but they were not everything. Often times the truly eager ones were the absolute best. He had to put thoughts of her aside as he prepared for his act. His usual attire, top hat, vest, tailcoat, breeches was his attire for his act as well, he simply swapped out the classic black and white for black and gold. A bit of flash, just enough to make him stand out even further--that was all he needed to be prepared. That and a free mind so that he could weave awe, fear, and delight into his voice and thus his audience.
****
The tent was dark, silent, as Vol crouched above the audience. He let the darkness linger, the tension mount, as those in the audience felt their emotions shift from anticipation to question to unease. He knew, instinctively, the perfect moment. That instant just before the audience shifted from unease to boredom or disgust.
At that instant a narrow spotlight fell on a small creature at the back of the tent. Bristling and snarling a wolverine stood where there was none before.
With a glare for those assembled it proceeded up the aisle in its odd loping gait until it reached the center of the tent and stood still in the center ring. The only spot of light in the tent, it was hard not to let your eyes be drawn to it. Until a second spotlight light up another of the creatures, down a different aisle. Like the first it snarled for the crowd barring its nasty incisors to the ooohhhs of the crowd. It too trotted fairly peacefully up the isle and joined the first in the center of the tent.
This procedure was repeated with a third and fourth wolverine, the spotlights lighting the dark as the creatures made their way to the center. To the audience it seemed that the fifth would be the same, yet about halfway down the isle something happened. The wolverine suddenly started snarling and snapping, whirling like a dervish and snapping his teeth at those seated near the edge.
Suddenly it turned and charged. Small though it was it was fearsome and it charged straight at a beautiful woman seated at the edge of the front row. She screamed obligingly, she always did for she was part of the act. In that instant the spotlight lit Vol, glittering and ominous in gold and black perched like a falcon above the crowd. With a very acrobatic leap, Ty had taught it to him, he landed between the woman and the creature.
He brandished his cane at it, never touching it but always coming a hairs breadth from catching it upside the head. The wolverine hissed and snarled and bristled as Vol drove it back, back, into the center of the ring.
The lights came on and the show began in earnest.
They performed tricks such as jumping through flaming hoops and diving off high dives, wolverines had no natural fear of anything so this bothered them not at all. They also did simple things like synchronized twirling, catching various small objects thrown to them, and even playing the piano.
When Vol was done with this he walked towards the audience halting at the edge of the center ring. He took a moment to wink at the audience, each of his chosen victims felt this wink was for them alone. Then he spoke.
The audience stilled immediately, such was the power of his charming voice.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. These animals, though unique and beautiful, are among the most vicious and deadly known to man. You will never see another act like this, most of you will never see another wolverine in your life. So please, I ask that you remain perfectly still as I send them among you that you can see their grace and vicious beauty up close.”
Then he turned, tapped his cane on the ground, and the wolverines, docile as rabbits, began to meander through the crowd. Vol followed on their heels smiling at all as he moved gracefully as his furry counterparts among the rows of people.
They returned to the center of the tent and Vol once more faced the audience.
“Now that you have seen their grace, their wildness up close it’s time to show you just why they are considered among the most dangerous in the world.”
The lights dimmed again, focusing only on Vol and the five wolverines in the center. Vol waved his cane and the five dispersed to the edge of the light, barely visible in the shadow line between light and dark. Vol loved using light and darkness to create mood. He spoke again, this time pitching his voice to invoke drama and awe.
“Behold the King of the Jungle” he intoned “No creature in the jungle dares stand up to him. His roar sends all lesser creatures scurrying for cover”
Behind him, through a back entrance, a helper led a huge tiger into the ring as well as a covered push-cart dripping blood. The tiger obligingly roared, once, twice, thrice, causing the sound to fill the tent.
“Till now that is” continued Vol, drawing all eyes back to him with his compelling voice. “Ladies and Gentlemen if you are easily shocked, please turn away.”
He turned and with a swift kick dumped the contents of a covered cart that had been standing nearby, unnoticed in the dark. A bloody half of cow dumped to the ground in the center of the spotlight and the tiger immediately moved to devour.
Vol barely had the time to leap gracefully out of the ring before the wolverines advanced, their, snarls guttural growls giving them a purely menacing aspect. The tiger backed up but not fast enough.
The fight was fast and enough to strike awe into all but the most jaded. Vol had worked hard with the other animal workers to choreograph this encounter so that neither wolverine nor tiger was harmed. The audience didn’t know this however and their calls and their shocked words caused Vol to smile.
Tiger and wolverine parted ways, the wolverine to return to the carcass and the tiger to pad stately up to Vol’s side. The man rested a hand on the great beasts head, a gesture that told the cat it had done well. Vol would ensure the cat had its own feast.
“As I said Ladies and Gentlemen” Vol’s voice was filled with calm and it caused the audience to relax some. That and the presence of the tiger standing unharmed next to Vol. “Even the king must bow.”
With that both he and the tiger bowed deeply, amid the sounds of the wolverines ripping and crunching on their feast. The contrast was perfect…truly wild abandon in the form of the wolverines gorging themselves and silky elegance in the form of Vol and the regal tiger bowing before them.
The lights went out indicating the show was over. Vol and the tiger took their leave in the darkness and a “privacy tent” descended over the wolverines who were still eating. The lights returned so that the audience could find their way out of the show and Vol stood in a pocket of shadow watching the spectators leave. He was looking for a few in particular. Now it was his turn to hunt. While the wolverines fed so to would he feed his own hunger, though his hunger was not necessarily for food.
Slipping up behind a slim young man he companionably draped an arm around him, smiling disarmingly as the man started. He would find his other marks in a bit, they would all find their way to him eventually. "So" he said with a smile. "How did you enjoy the show?"
From the rear of the meeting he watched the other’s reactions, trying to place whether they were genuine or phony. He liked to read people, this just gave him an excuse. Not that he ever really needed one. He also enjoyed looking at the others, and there were some true lookers. Vol smiled as he watched them, particularly Soren, get on their way.
With half smile, a shake of his head, and some truly dirty private thoughts, he effortlessly pushed himself away from the wall. Casting about he didn’t see his wolverines anywhere, they had probably wandered off to explore the tent. He rarely restrained their natures; they were as they were who was he to try and change their nature.
As he left the tent he rapped his cane three times on the ground. He heard snarls and growls at the signal and didn’t bother to look back as the odd creatures came loping towards him. The chicken head was long gone, probably eaten, and they were raring for some new excitement. They knew it was almost showtime.
Vol wandered, unconcerned, through the gathering masses. The news affected him very little. He cared not about those that vanished so while he felt some concern for himself he lacked the feeling of loss of solidarity that many of the others were feeling. Instead he “window shopped” through the visitors.
For those that caught his eye, not all of which were gorgeous women, he slowed his steps and stopped to talk to them. Eyes, smile, voice, all combined to make him a truly charming being. To each he gave special “front row” tickets to his act. With a smile, a whisper, and a brief touch he was one his way, whistling merrily by the time he reached the tent in which he would perform. It would be a good day.
He thought of the woman he had just left, thin and worn but sweet, young, eager and delighted at his touch. She was blushing and practically quivering when he left. It was quaint and charming. She had not much in the looks department, but they were not everything. Often times the truly eager ones were the absolute best. He had to put thoughts of her aside as he prepared for his act. His usual attire, top hat, vest, tailcoat, breeches was his attire for his act as well, he simply swapped out the classic black and white for black and gold. A bit of flash, just enough to make him stand out even further--that was all he needed to be prepared. That and a free mind so that he could weave awe, fear, and delight into his voice and thus his audience.
****
The tent was dark, silent, as Vol crouched above the audience. He let the darkness linger, the tension mount, as those in the audience felt their emotions shift from anticipation to question to unease. He knew, instinctively, the perfect moment. That instant just before the audience shifted from unease to boredom or disgust.
At that instant a narrow spotlight fell on a small creature at the back of the tent. Bristling and snarling a wolverine stood where there was none before.
This procedure was repeated with a third and fourth wolverine, the spotlights lighting the dark as the creatures made their way to the center. To the audience it seemed that the fifth would be the same, yet about halfway down the isle something happened. The wolverine suddenly started snarling and snapping, whirling like a dervish and snapping his teeth at those seated near the edge.
Suddenly it turned and charged. Small though it was it was fearsome and it charged straight at a beautiful woman seated at the edge of the front row. She screamed obligingly, she always did for she was part of the act. In that instant the spotlight lit Vol, glittering and ominous in gold and black perched like a falcon above the crowd. With a very acrobatic leap, Ty had taught it to him, he landed between the woman and the creature.
He brandished his cane at it, never touching it but always coming a hairs breadth from catching it upside the head. The wolverine hissed and snarled and bristled as Vol drove it back, back, into the center of the ring.
The lights came on and the show began in earnest.
They performed tricks such as jumping through flaming hoops and diving off high dives, wolverines had no natural fear of anything so this bothered them not at all. They also did simple things like synchronized twirling, catching various small objects thrown to them, and even playing the piano.
When Vol was done with this he walked towards the audience halting at the edge of the center ring. He took a moment to wink at the audience, each of his chosen victims felt this wink was for them alone. Then he spoke.
The audience stilled immediately, such was the power of his charming voice.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. These animals, though unique and beautiful, are among the most vicious and deadly known to man. You will never see another act like this, most of you will never see another wolverine in your life. So please, I ask that you remain perfectly still as I send them among you that you can see their grace and vicious beauty up close.”
Then he turned, tapped his cane on the ground, and the wolverines, docile as rabbits, began to meander through the crowd. Vol followed on their heels smiling at all as he moved gracefully as his furry counterparts among the rows of people.
They returned to the center of the tent and Vol once more faced the audience.
“Now that you have seen their grace, their wildness up close it’s time to show you just why they are considered among the most dangerous in the world.”
The lights dimmed again, focusing only on Vol and the five wolverines in the center. Vol waved his cane and the five dispersed to the edge of the light, barely visible in the shadow line between light and dark. Vol loved using light and darkness to create mood. He spoke again, this time pitching his voice to invoke drama and awe.
“Behold the King of the Jungle” he intoned “No creature in the jungle dares stand up to him. His roar sends all lesser creatures scurrying for cover”
Behind him, through a back entrance, a helper led a huge tiger into the ring as well as a covered push-cart dripping blood. The tiger obligingly roared, once, twice, thrice, causing the sound to fill the tent.
“Till now that is” continued Vol, drawing all eyes back to him with his compelling voice. “Ladies and Gentlemen if you are easily shocked, please turn away.”
He turned and with a swift kick dumped the contents of a covered cart that had been standing nearby, unnoticed in the dark. A bloody half of cow dumped to the ground in the center of the spotlight and the tiger immediately moved to devour.
Vol barely had the time to leap gracefully out of the ring before the wolverines advanced, their, snarls guttural growls giving them a purely menacing aspect. The tiger backed up but not fast enough.
The fight was fast and enough to strike awe into all but the most jaded. Vol had worked hard with the other animal workers to choreograph this encounter so that neither wolverine nor tiger was harmed. The audience didn’t know this however and their calls and their shocked words caused Vol to smile.
Tiger and wolverine parted ways, the wolverine to return to the carcass and the tiger to pad stately up to Vol’s side. The man rested a hand on the great beasts head, a gesture that told the cat it had done well. Vol would ensure the cat had its own feast.
“As I said Ladies and Gentlemen” Vol’s voice was filled with calm and it caused the audience to relax some. That and the presence of the tiger standing unharmed next to Vol. “Even the king must bow.”
With that both he and the tiger bowed deeply, amid the sounds of the wolverines ripping and crunching on their feast. The contrast was perfect…truly wild abandon in the form of the wolverines gorging themselves and silky elegance in the form of Vol and the regal tiger bowing before them.
The lights went out indicating the show was over. Vol and the tiger took their leave in the darkness and a “privacy tent” descended over the wolverines who were still eating. The lights returned so that the audience could find their way out of the show and Vol stood in a pocket of shadow watching the spectators leave. He was looking for a few in particular. Now it was his turn to hunt. While the wolverines fed so to would he feed his own hunger, though his hunger was not necessarily for food.
Slipping up behind a slim young man he companionably draped an arm around him, smiling disarmingly as the man started. He would find his other marks in a bit, they would all find their way to him eventually. "So" he said with a smile. "How did you enjoy the show?"
I'm interested. I'm just trying to decide if I have enough free time to commit. Sounds fun though.
Elena present though perhaps not accounted for at the moment I still hold interest in this thread.
Don't give me up for lost yet--do watch out for the wombat in my closet though. It is 1 am and my mental capabilities are currently the equivalent of scrambled eggs, however I do have tomorrow off so once I get some sleep under my belt I think I might have the capability to write.
Would you like us to try and cut it back? I prefer posting in this manner (and like Fatal Error did) as I only get to post twice a week and there's alot to do. But I know you are writing from your phone and I can see that if nothing else it might be physically difficult to handle. I can try and slow us down or limit the events in a single post if that would help you. We are currently five of us and I want it to be a good adventure for us all.
Edited in an image of Brisa in the character sheets (I can add other's images into the sheets too just give me an image code).
Edited in an image of Brisa in the character sheets (I can add other's images into the sheets too just give me an image code).
No worries, all is well Fatal Error. In addition I have updated the first OOC post with everything I could think to do to it. I also may have another joining us soon.
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