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Post by crackedice on Sept 1, 2011 0:28:28 GMT -5
Vagronok:
Guards looked doubtfully as a trail of refugee’s shuffled wearly through the gates of Durboena, not wanting to feel the compassion that built in their chests. Families huddled together, most missing a father or mother as children shyed
One among them was different from the rest. It was obvious that the figure was not human. The first impression from the guards was the massive bulk that was covered with a brown hooded robe yet it's height could not have been any higher than a tall pony. On each wrist was a massive iron cuff decorated with the embossed image of a sun surrounded by twelve sharpened stars. The sun caught his beard as it fell out from under the cowl he wore. His hands grasped two logs that were smoothed to form thick handles and ran under a large covered wagon that he pulled behind him. He was surrounded by several of the families that walked solomnly behind him.
The wagon creaked as the burdan was settled on the grass and the refugees unloaded their possessions before being guided by several of Durboena's to a grazing field where they could camp safely within the walls. The robed figure shook the fatigue from his arms and pulled the hood from the top of his head. The head hitself was shaved, a days growth was the evidence that the ritual was due and a long black beard spilled over the dwarf’s chest. His blue eyes scanned the city's skyline before stopping a passing soldier.
“By Ramrock’s Snout. Where Sir, is your temple?”
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Hello, did a little of this for a pbem. Loved it. I will Vagronok to meet the rest of your characters in a follow up post. When I'm stuck I usually do some character development or setting work. I'll catch up to you later.
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Post by onceuponatime on Oct 3, 2011 8:05:49 GMT -5
The soldier looked at him. "Temple?"
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Post by The Blue Collared Philosopher on Nov 6, 2011 23:00:12 GMT -5
(Hey everyone, I apologize for not moving this along. I really haven't been on at all. I'll try to be on more for this if you still want to keep it up. Here is a new post that will hopefully start up new ideas for how this is going to go. And don't be afraid to make something happen or push the story along, like you have been doing even if I don't say anything. Captain Kirik is basically the head of the company, so you can all use the little character I've given him to keep the story moving. Veilza will be more present than before if I can help it. Also: i was thinking that some time soon, there would be a fighting scene or something. Please make some adventure happen like: a pack of wolves attack the company one night as we are talking around camp, or a mysterious stranger causes trouble in a town we pass through and we deal with it, etc, I will try to make sure the story keeps its main story line, but side stories are good, especially if they include everyone. Anyway, truly sorry I haven't kept up with everyone. I love it so far!)
Veilza:
The gates of the city opened up and the company marched out. Veilza, Aldred, and Captian Kirik rode side by side, leading the company. It was a better turn out that Veilza had expected. In fact, he almost expected to ride all the way by himself with no companions at all. This was far better.
The march out of the city was glamorous. Most of it was for show, so that anyone watching would see that the situation was being taken seriously by the king. Show was of the utmost importance in the game of politics. If seen in the wrong light, everything could be ruined.
After half an hour, the company was eased into their ride, some on foot and others riding the horses. Veilza hadn't had time to meet all the company, but from what Captian Kirik had said, the group was promising. Cherle seemed to watch everyone closely, as if they were somehow judging her or suspected something that didn't exist. Her brother made Veilza chuckle, they were quite the pair. While Cherle seemed up tight, Pashan was completely carefree. It seemed even the most stone faced dwarf couldn't help but crack a smile upon meeting Pashan. Jalgar seemed the typical soldier. Veilza hadn't gotten much of a chance to observe the young man, and decided not to make any evaluations too soon. Tilka was beauty to have along. It comforted him to know one of the elves had chosen to accompany them. It was rare that the elves ever engaged in the affairs of the other race's.
The representatives from the other races kept to themselves for the most part. Veilza watched them; he would have to do something about that. It hardly served their purpose to stay inside the little circle they had created for themselves.
The sun was bright and being out of the city chaos was pleasing. Veilza smiled to himself and let the breeze brush across his face. The journey to Crothgigen would be a long one, but hopefully not too eventful. Though, these things were never as easy as they seemed. Within the first week, the company would reach Oshnoth, a city mingled with humans and dwarves. It was a small city compared to Durboena. There they could resupply before the long journey across the ranges of mountains that stood between the dwarven and human lands. It would have been a safer journey to go around them, but Veilza, Aldred, and to Captain Kirik's disgust, it was agreed the Mirsirian Mountains were the fastest way to reach the dwarves. Speed was all that was truly necessary.
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Post by onceuponatime on Jan 10, 2012 13:59:30 GMT -5
(What kind of landscape is it?)
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Post by This Baron of Mora on Jan 11, 2012 23:00:51 GMT -5
Yet it would be one night, camping along the bank of the River Kokand, that one of the Dwarves would come unexpectedly to the whole party's rescue.
For it was here in the small wood the follows the river that one of the great gathering places of the terrible vargyr, a terrible variety of evil and intelligent wolf lay. And it was just that night that they were coming together in large numbers just off from the party's camp. Surprised the evil vargyrs were to see a camp of tents and quickly they joined together to make an attack. Surely the party would have been doomed, for vargyrs are light on their feet, and the watch that night had fallen asleep, for it had not been for Balend one of the dwarven leaders, as you will see. Balend had been out taking a walk and tending the fire as he often did, though no one had taken any notice. Rarely did Balend sleep for he was often awakened by sad or terrible dreams of his home country. For indeed unknown to the rest of the party, save Balend's single companion, Balend was one of the seven Barons of the Dwarves, and King of the great mansions in Garnost, which lies near to the lands of Crothgigan. His true errand a secret Balend had heard word of a journey to Crothgigan and joined with little explanation, and here he was.
Now hearing the approach far off, for the ears of a dwarf a remarkable, Balend rose alert. Seeing the approaching attack, and knowing much of vargyrs, (for surely you have heard of the great wars they fought with them of old) Balend grabbed all the wood he could carry, the noise of which began to wake those nearby, and ran with his torch to the edge of the camp. Here he cast down the wood, covering it with fuel, and lit it alight with his torch that quickly the flames rushed along the brush making a barriers around the exposed side of the camp (for as some may know, vargyrs fear fire more than anything else).
Upon seeing such an act, those that awoke mistook the situation and called out Balend as a madman, that is until they heard the great howls leap up from the vargyrs whose plans had been foiled. Now at the beckoning of Balend the camp was aroused and everything they could grab quickly taken, as to save it from the flames. Now they forded the river, leading animals and covered in unpacked goods. Once the other side was achieved they assembled their things, loaded the animals, and fled with all haste, all the while dripping wet in the cold night.
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