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Post by manic on Apr 3, 2012 22:13:32 GMT -8
This is just to remind me to finally transplant and collate a story that's been in the works since 2003.
Based on D&D 3.5, this story will be the accounts of the adventure of two separate groups that might eventually meet.
Length is undetermined but current estimates take it to a short 13 chapters.
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Post by manic on Apr 13, 2012 13:44:05 GMT -8
I still need to copy the rest over from Gaia and polish it off. This is a copy-paste.
Second Order of Dawn Prologue Concurrence Chapter 01 The Grasp Chapter 02 Assult Chapter 03 Es Ahyen Chapter 04 . Chapter 05 . Chapter 06 . Chapter 07 . Chapter 08 . Chapter 09 . Chapter 10 . Chapter 11 . Chapter 12 . Chapter 13 . Epilogue.....?
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Concurrence p01
Christoph and Andreas rode side by side, the Sun glistening on their polished silvery armor. Their mighty steeds Auric and Aurum proudly trotting, heads high - bound for the port city of Tramlaw. They hail from their Fatherland in hopes of finding their elder brother, who left when he was just seventeen. He was always the lone wolf of the family.
°oOo°
On Dock Thirteen, a dark-clad man stepped off the Leratt and slowly blended into the crowd or the busy port - wanting to keep as much attention away from him as possible. His past ws rather dark - darker than what most remember. This man has come to redeem himself of his family's past. A guide told him that those that are to help him have journeyed from afar to help him do so as well as him helping their own cause.
°oOo°
Three ports to the left on Dock Eight, a Cleric and a Sorceress made their way down from the keelboat to the port's main causeway. They were from a larger party but got separated due to an event better left unsaid for the moment. They have traveled from a great distance, for a voice told them their fate will take them else where.
Concurrence p02
As the cloaked man followed the pair, a young hand reached from behind and called his attention. It was the boy from the ship tagging the man's horse - the captain of the ship did not wish any trace of the man on his vessel. Copper was passed and a few words were exchanged and the man returned to his quarry.
°o°
The Half-elf was a bit busy window shopping such that only the Cleric with his uncanny luck - likely guided by his diety, was able to spot a theif picking the pocket of a Dwarf that they met a little more than an hour ago.
He called out the thief and gave chase - the sorceress following closely behind, a bit confused as to the sudden burst of action but none the less alert. They turned the corner after the criminal but were met with a large crowd going about their business.
"Weapons..." cried a citizen "Call the guards!"
°o°
The cloaked man, now on horseback looks about for the couple. Not long after he is confronted by a tall hooded figure with a small crossbow in each hand - one pointing directly at his head. After a few words, the hooded man lowers his weapons and walks off into the mass.
The Human rode along for few seconds when he realized that one of the two he was following was looking directly at him. This did not last long however, because the Cleric began to scream about a theif and ran off into the crowd with his mace at the ready - the Sorceress closely behind. The stranger had nothing better to do than to follow along and see what his quarry has rushed into.
Concurrence p03
The Cleric and the Sorceress are surrounded by a mob - with a squad of guards in front of them led by a Legionnaire. He orders them to lower their weapons but the insistent Cleric replies that theivery is a foot.
The Legionnaire thinking that a Cleric of Correlon will not usually create mayhem ponders this for a second and does look around. He also realizes that the deity is also warlike and just to be safe re-states that the new comers must lower their weapons. He is barely able to finish when a small ball rolls from the crowd and explodes in a bright flash! A guard is knocked unconscious while another is temporarily blinded. The remaining two guards and the legionniare rush forward and attack in self-defense.
°o°
The man on horse back is blinded for a brief moment but since he is a good distance from the flash, he is able to blink it off and charges into the melee. He swings at the legionnaire but misses as his foe dodges and the mace glances off the man's pauldron. The assulted legionnaire charges at the man and lands his mace on the flank of the horse. In a furious rage the cloaked man dismounts and takes his own swing at the soldier. His blinded rage causes him to miss and the legionnaire's calm gives him a slight advantage and bashes the man with a spiked shield. He retaliates by bearing his own mace on the legionnaire's shoulder and bones were crushed
°o°
After the glancing blow, the legionnaire orders the remaining two to attack the two elves while he takes care of the interloper.
The two rush at their own targets and slam directly into a readied Color Spray by the intuitive Half-elf. One is stunned while the other continues his charge. The Cleric attempts to bash the guard hoping to avoid bloodshed. The guard on the otherhand doesn't have the same constraints and slashes at the elf with his personalized longsword. He is distracted however, when the Sorceress fires a shot from her heavy crossbow. It glances off but it is enough to make him miss her companion.
The Cleric screams for everyone to stop before someone gets killed but they are concerned with their own troubles to listen. As he screams, the blinded guard comes in from the side. He is weaponless but instead of running - bashes the Half-elf with his shield. She is dazed but her partner casts Cure and brings her back to full fighting stance. In fact, he casts Cure to all but the nameless rider.
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manic_prophet Wrote: Eyes full of rage the cloaked human pulverizes the Legionnaire's collar bone tearing through shield and armor. Massive internal bleeding and searing pain engulf the him. Lucky for him he was highly trained and knew how to control himself - afterall, he ws an officer of the Imperial Legion! He summoned his reserves of strength and bears down on the man, eyes full of violence.
From the dark man's left, a huge lance reaches in and knocks off the Legionnaire's mace.
"Reserve your strength, Elum" says the bearer of the lance in a calm but comanding voice. "They are not your enemies, today."
A second lance holds back the guard that just smashed his shield on the the Sorceress. The guard simply looks at the lance, stops and breathes heavily. The Leutenant stands with a limp but calms himself down...
Quantact Wrote: Alain plops his backpack down as he talks. "I am sure there are introductions in order between us, but some of you are injured and I am a healer. So, please let me do my job. And if your wounds are grave, come with me to a nearby temple of Pelor. Circumstances being as they are, they should heal us without a fee."
Kederaji Tajorn Wrote: The cloaked man braced for a counter attack that never came. He saw the lance holding the legionairre back, and looked up the lance to the wielder in shock. He blinked, then gave thanks to whoever or whatever was watching over him. "No more blood," he whispered to himself. "No more on my hands." He slid his mace into his belt loop, then turned and whistled for his horse.
Anon Zytose Wrote: Thela merely stands in awe and confusion, but also in caution of any potential sudden attack from anyone other than herself.
manic_prophet Wrote: The first knight looks at the second assuring themselves that all parites have ceased, raise their equally massive lances and rested them on clips near the lower end of their greaves. My name is Herr Christoph von der Hakkenkreuz and over there is my brother, Andreas.
"We are in search of our braother and we are told that you might be able to help us in our quest..." Sir Andreas states. "We will surely talk about this later, but for now, we must tend the wounded" continues Sir Christoph "MEDICS".
A medic's carriage appears from the crowd in less than half a minute. A couple of silent men carefully pick up the the unconscious guard and tend to the others. The Legionnaire takes a last glance at the cloaked man and boards another carriage that appeared. The same two aproach the cloaked man - weary of who he is. The other pair from the second carriage approach the Cleric and the Sorceress.
"You may wish to ride with the carriage or if you're well enough, travel with us to a temple of Pelor not far from where we stand.
Quantact Wrote: "We will travel with you to the Temple of Pelor, good men. Give me but a moment."
Alain walks over to the cloaked man. "I thank you for your help, stranger. And ask that you come with us. You and your companion came to our aid, and have incurred injuries on our behalf. Let your wounds be healed, and your mind find succor."
Kederaji Tajorn Wrote: ((I just remembered that I took a decent amount of damage from the shield that hit me. I'll write it in, I blame the adrenaline))
Enlil took hold of the reins of his horse and turned to look at the man. "I will follow you to the temple," he replied, "and any healing you provide will be most appreciated. I fear, however, that neither you nor Pelor can ease the burdens I bear." He climbed up into the horse's saddle and rode wincing over to where the carriages were.
Anon Zytose Wrote: "What they said. o.o Whatever happened, I didn't do it. "
Anon Zytose Wrote: (( *doesn't even know if that was true, so rolls a bluff check just in case*
11 (roll)+7+2+3(I think that 3 goes in there)=23 >:3 ))
manic_prophet Wrote: Sir Christoph cocks an eyebrow at the Sorceress and bares an amused grin "Impressive" he states "although that twitch in your eye gave you away." Sir Andreas just looks at him and shakes his head.
"Come now Andreas, not all of them are the same". Sir Andreas simply turns toward the medial carriages to inspect what men.
"Don't be bothered my him" Sir Christoph says as he turns to the Sorceress "He had a problem with a Half-elf, two moths ago." He turns to the mysterious man and calls out "Kind sir, would you wish to ride with us? I am vaguely familiar with your quest and I was told that we could mutually help each other out." "This can wait brother" interjects Sir Andreas "Our men cannot". "Yes, of course! Capsarius, ride with these men immediately." "Yes, Sire. They're stablized und ready."
Sir Christoph turns to the rest "Shall we?"
Kederaji Tajorn Wrote: Enlil whipped his head towards Christoph in surprise, and spurred his horse over to him. "Who told you of my quest?" he asked in a very low tone. "I have told none save for two, and those two are not city dwellers."
manic_prophet Wrote: "Most likely the same voice who told these two to come here." He replied
"Learn your manners, dark one" Sir Andreas growls "You will learn to address him with Sir or I will make you learn..." "Calm down brother. He wouldn't be here if what she said did not happen... In fact, so should we."
Sir Andreas glances at his brother irritably but could not do a thing, for he is his senior - as a brother, in rank as well as in power.
"In any case" Sir Christoph continued "I believe we were brought here to help each other - you in particular. I have little knowledge of your past but enough to know that you will be a powerful ally or a challenging foe." He raised his right gauntleted hand in greeting "Herr Christoph of the Hakkenkreuz family. You probably must not know since you seem to be a stranger to these lands."
Anon Zytose Wrote: In response to Sir Christoph's comments about calling my bluff and about Sir Andreas: "Eheh. Alrighty. ^^;"
I take out my healer's kit and come over to the stranger. "Let me treat your wounds here. The temple will do the rest."
Rolls d20+4+2(circumstance: healers kit)+WIS modifyer (+3)
Alain is able to stop any external bleeding that was inflicted on the stranger but the broken bones and the internal bleeding will have to be healed by a stronger force.
Sir Christoph glances at what just happened "You have a fine talent there good..." "Wo don't have time for this brother" interjects Sir Andreas "We have wounded here and that man still needs mending". "Very well" Sir Christoph trots over to the Sorceress and reaches out with his right hand. "The carriages are full and you don't seem to have a ride". At the same moment, Sir Andreas reached down to the Cleric.
Directed toward Sir Cristoph: "Not at the moment. You sure more people couldn't squeeze in there?"
"As a gentleman, I could not let that be. I will not be able to call a coach for the three of you. And bedsides, would you rather ride with my brother? Not to mention that man needs medical assistance". "Ohh, let her walk if she pleases." said Sir Andreas turning from the Cleric but with his arm still ready to pick him up.
Er... um..." Thela turns toward Alain. "I think you're going to have to decide this one."
((Yes, I am a bit confuesd of what's going on here. What methods of transpotation are there (besides by foot)? So far, it looks like a carriage and an extra horse. Also, I don't know how many guards there are, where each one is, or who's injured.
I need another map. x.x))
Enlil raised his hand in a return greeting. "Well met then, Christoph. You'll find that noble houses and titles mean nothing to me. The only authority where I came from comes from what a man can do, and what a man is allowed to have. However, less talking, and more riding. I'd rather not fall out of my saddle."
ANON: Ah. I guess I'll loosely follow the two of you, then. ^^ ...and continue window shopping while doing so.
"Unacceptable, milady" replies Sir Christoph, "the man who just helped you has injuries beneath the skin. We need to move now." "DAMN IT woman! Get on Christoph's mount!" Sir Andreas orders the Sorceress. He turns to the Cleric with his hand still out stretched "Alain! Are you riding or not? The porters will carry your belongings but we must ride NOW! I sense that man has no time to spare!"
ANON: ((Er... is Thela to be left alone here or what? o.o
...like where are Alain and Ked going? ...and where does everyone want me to go. I'm getting "no" and "we can't let that happen" and stuff similar to that left and right. What on Earth is going on here??))
Enlil swayed somewhat in his saddle, proving that there was no time for talking.
"Then let us ride!" Sir Christoph announced righr before he swooped the Sorceress and rode off. A moment later Thela hears him whisper: "Dearest sister, please accompany our wounded friend." And with that the three horses gallop at full speed to the closest temple of Pelor.
Thrice, the wounded stranger nearly fell off but it seemed as though a pair of gentle hands held him up or guided his hands when he seemed to have lost his grip.
They reach the temple in less than six minutes and Sir Andreas has dismounted even before Argent stopped. He ran up the temple stairs summoning the High Predicant. A moment later Sir Andreas, the High Predicant and two Lesser Predicants step out and perform an immediate magical healing of the stranger.
"His wounds, visible and not," stated the Predicant, "have been healed."
One of the lesser Predicants approached Sir Andreas and whispered into his ear. "Yes, father." he replies after a moment of silence "We know." "Is this all the Voice speak of?" "I am not sure. The Voice simply lets itself be heard when it wants to." "Andreas, you've seen what this man can do - be weary." Sir Anreas places his suprisingly light gauntleted hand on the Predicant"Your worries are not un-based. I saw the blow that nearly killed Elum. And besides, Alexandria will be here to accompany us." "Yes, you and her were always close. Even after..." The Predicant brushes his left eye with the sleeve of his tunic "It was her choice, Lindir. She... " But before he could finish he made eye contact with his brother and knew what to do. "We will talk later, my good friend. But I have things to tend to." Lindi nodded and Sir Andreas mounted Argent and galloped off.
"Are you feeling better... Enlil, am I correct?" Sir Christoph said as he turned to the stranger as the last bit if magic was infused into his wounds. "You took a tremendous beating and returned the favor, might I add."
DERIMED: Alain walks up to the priests speaking to Enlil and addresses them. "Brethren, I am Alain, a humble priest of Pelor. I thank you for providing your services to these men. Might Enlil, Thela and myself have a room to ourselves? It has been a long day, and I would like to exercise the priviliges given me by Pelor and make food for them. After that, perhaps the temple might have a task for us to complete? With my companions' permission I would like to perform in the name of Pelor in this part of the world.
KED: Enlil frowned. "I do not remember telling anyone my name. I thank you all for your kindness, and you for your healing, men of the faith, but I do not belong in the temple of the sun god. If there is an inn nearby, I will take my rest there."
DERIMED: I come up to Enlil. "Please, wait a small while for us. I would like to make food for you. If there is any specialty that you prefer, tell me and I will make it for you."
KED: Enlil sighed, looking at the doorway of the temple like a cornered wolf. He had not yet actually entered the temple, and he did not want to. He knew all too well the powers of the gods, and he didn't want to enter one's temple for fear that someone would try to 'cleanse' him of his power. "I will wait out here for food," he replied, "and I will sleep at the nearby inn. You've done enough for me already."
DERIMED: Alain smiles. "Your burdens are yours to bear, until you wish to share them. But come to the side here and let me give you food. You need not come in the temple, and it'll take but a moment."
Rolls skill check for Profession: Cook, to shape the result of the food made by granted power; uses one of three granted power uses for the day.
7+3 (Wisdom modifier) +3 (ranks in Profession: Cook) = 13
Did I make it?
ANON: Thela walks up to Alain. "By the way, What on Earth were you thinking throwing us into battle against all those guards? We were outnumbered!"
Derimed: Alain raises his head from his task. "Thela, the cause of good sometimes demands that we take risks. These men were not evil, and attacked us in error. I had confidence that once our benign motives were proved to them, the fight would end, which is what happened. It would be sorry indeed to have to leave this city with the town guard thinking us to be criminals. And for a Cleric of Pelor to bring such shame on his temple would be unthinkable."
ANON: "...so... I guess they had a good reason to stop fighting you. ...but still a small reason to stop fighting me. >.>; ...and I still find it odd that we proceeded to face them due to some unknown person telling you to."
DERIMED: You are my companion, Thela, and you are no criminal. Our fates are intertwined. Besides, why bring the wrath of the law upon your head? And things turned out well, did they not? I did not mean to presume. I merely thought this was the best course of action. If you believe otherwise, I will listen to you, just as you have listened to me.
ANON: "Well... I guess you have a point there. ...although I still wonder who that voice was."
DERIMED: Alain thinks for a second. "If you'd like, we can find that out. That is a good question. Let us eat here with our new friend, ((he gestures to Enlil,)) and then schedule a meeting with the temple's high priest. He should have either the knowledge of what we experienced, or the divination magic necessary to find out for us."
ANON: "That sounds like it would be pretty neat. Let's do that. ...and yes. Food sounds like a good idea. :3" Thela sits down.
KED: Enlil agreed to eat with them, but he still seemed to eye the temple itself as if it were going to try to eat him. Something about it, or perhaps about Pelor himself, frightened the man, but whatever it was, he refused to speak of it, and he refused to enter the temple.
DERIMED: OOC: Ked, since I blundered by saying your character's name before receiving it, let's just pretend that didn't happen.
Alain turns to Enlil. "Here, stranger, have some of these rolls. ((He passes buttered bread to him.)) I do not believe we have exchanged names. I am Alain, Alain Sinnelin, and this here is Thela. And you are?"
KED: "Enlil," he said simply, biting into the food. He didn't seem like a small talker, but he answered questions, if with only one word answers.
ANON: Thela happily and eagerly grabs something to eat (whatever looks really good and is within reach, probably one of the rolls), then extends her other arm to offer a handshake to Enlil when Alain introduces her to him. "Nice to meet you. "
KED: Enlil looked at her blankly for a few moments, then shook her hand without a word. Obviously he was not the cheerful type.
ANON: "We'll get a smile on that face soon enough. " Thela assumed there was a bowl with mixed fruit, lifted the bowl, took all the honeydew and cantelope pieces, and carried the rest of the bowl to Enlil. "Here. Have some plant products. "
After listening to the short conversation, the apparently young looking High Predicant finally spoke. "We do have a place for visitors but your new companion wants to rest somewhere else" He looks gives a slight nod that only Enlil noticed. There is a tavern not far from here that I know of that cares not of a traveler's past as long as he pays his dues." "As a matter of fact, yes." He turns to Alain "There is a small task that needs to be pinned. But that will come later. Rest now for you will need it."
There was a shaded area by the front of the temple that a couple of priests motioned to the group to come to. They waited until the cleric performed his magic before bringing and creating food of their own - among which were fresh baked rolls, sweet pastries and fruits.
"You're a cheerful one aren't you?" Sir Christoph nods to Thela as she attepmted to converse with Enlil.
The High Predicant watched bemused as Alian attempted and successfully completed the spell. "I am impressed with your skill at such an early stage of your career. Your valor as well as your friend's are also to be commended. Not very many people will stand and face a squad of trained Urban militia much more a Leutenant of the Imperial Red Guard!" Turning to Enlil as he spoke of the Legionnaire" He pauses and returns his gaze to the Cleric and pauses "You look somewhat familiar" He finally states "Who is your father?"
KED: Enlil grunted and kept eating. The legionnaire had gone down easier than he'd thought the man would, to be honest, but there had been a lot more power in his last swing than he thought, like he'd tapped something.
Concurrence p04
DERIMED: Alain's cheerful disposition darkens. "Sir, I do not know who my father is. That is part of the reason I ventured out into the world, though other reasons were given to my mother and the church. My mother is Aelanna Sinnelin, High Predicant of Misthaven. It may be that I have seen you at a church function while with her, though I am afraid I cannot recall the event."
ANON: In response to Sir Christoph: "I suppose so. ^^ I guess it's due to... um..." Thela gets an odd look of confusion. "That was weird... I kinda hope it happens again, too. "
"And you sir, should try to lighten up" Sir Christoph said to Enlil. But before he could continue, he noticed a slight change in Thela's composure. "I beg your pardon but are you alright?"
ANON: [["Yeah. ^^ Why wouldn't I...? Oh. The whole mood change thing. Erm. I think I'm alright. Besides, happiness, natural or not, is a nice stress reliever. It's good for you. ...now if I could just stick at that instead of going back and forth. o.O" ]]
The High Predicant thought for a moment before continuing "To be honest, I have not seen your mother - I have only heard of her. You bare the resemblance of a man I met a long time ago on one of my travels" The very same moment, a hooded monk emerged from the garden trees.
The Predicant talking to Alain saw the monk and nodded. The monk nodded as well and continued into the temple. "Finish your meal and rest, son of Misthaven." He says to Alain and turns to the rest when he said "I know that you have traveled a great distance. If you need a place to rest, speak with Lindir. Chris, please follow me. There is urgent news" Sir Christoph nodded, excused himself and followed the priest without a word.
Before reaching midway up the stairs, the High Predicant turned to the visitors "The Legionnairs could not spare any more men for this mission and the urban militia are needed to patrol. And the ranger militia?" "The rangers are few and scouting ahead for the Legionnaires." Sir Christoph continues from the priest "A few of the Legionnaires were assigned to patrol Tramlaw but have orders to stay witihin the walls and the city limits."
A faint glow zooms up the stairs and hovers briefly by Sir Christoph's ear. He nods and the glow circles him twice and enters the temple. He turns to the priest "Sir, news from William. Sweetblossom is in the Hall awaiting us." "This is turning out different than Phoebe predicted. Lindir?" "Yes, sir." Lindir replies. With Lindir's acknowledgement, the High Predicant nods and turns to the temple doors with Sir Christoph following on his left side.
Lindir turns to the remaining three beside him "Is there anything else you wish?" he says with a smile.
KED: Enlil grunted at Christoph's comment, and finished his meal. He watched the priests buzz around with the same flat look on his face, until the High Predicant asked if they wanted anything else. "No, you've done enough. Thank you for your hospitality, and for healing myself and my horse." He climbed onto the black stallion and rode off towards the nearby inn to get a room.
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The Grasp p01
Eager to serve in Pelor's name, Alain went after the High Predicant but was held back with a gentle hand to his arm. "His Holiness is not to be disturbed, good Cleric." Alain turned to see Predicant holding him back. After a few words exchanged, the Cleric and the Sorceress decided to follow their new ally to the inn. Lindir asked them to wait a short shile to let him get ready. They began to protest but he said he knew where the in was - and so wait they did. In about a quarter of an hour, Lindir walked down the temple steps clad in chain mail. A horse reigned in by another monk was waitng for him at the foot of the steps with a small supply wagon in tow. He offered the two to place their gear in his wagon.
?oOo?
"Arronhir..." said the glow with a slight tremble "I mean, Your Holiness..." "What happened to William, Sweetblossom?"
ANON: Thela pulls out her spyglass and starts looking at stuff through it at different angles and distances. ((This is assuming I'm allowed to post an action now.))
All you see immediately are the tall structures around you. But over that you notice a tall mountain to the East.
Lindir smiles, reaches into the cart and pulls out a map of the area they have been tasked with. He unrolls it and marks it with a small tool. "This is where the city of Tramlaw lies and to our East is the Aileman Highlands with Lautum Peak - I believe that is what you could see at the moment."
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