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Title: On the way to the Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on February 19, 2006, 01:52:23 AM
Lightthrive is not far and the group around Capher has advanced already quite a bit on their way to the vale of the brownies. Talia's mood is flying high. The Quallian is a wonderful forest and the elves there had been very friendly towards them, though they are normally living quite secluded from the rest of the world, not very fond of travellers. But riding on her aj again in a fairly open land and feeling the air carressing her face is lovely!

They owe the Ylfferhim a lot. They even presented them with a guide, though the path to the vale is easy to find with their description. Maybe they wanted to do Capher a favour who had asked for somebody to lead them. Or maybe they would need this strange guy later - for strange he was. Or he is the one who is send by Seyella instead of Jeheraid? For Morcaanan is not longer with them. Talia sighs when thinking at this noble looking man, well, not his clothes, more his way to move or act.. She hasn't had enough time to get to know him closer. ...  

Then her gaze goes back to Zdoth Natterath  - or what was his name?. He is as short as an Eyelian, has a similar skin tone, but there the similarity ends. If she has thought Jeheraid looked strange being from Nybelmar, then this guy looks even stranger. Not a single hair on the body, well, on the visible parts, she corrects herself. His bald bronzed head is shining in the early morning sun. If Talia admits it to herself, he is not looking very trustworthy... the scar in his face, running down one cheek from between his face to a ear, his notched ear and crocked nose - then these deep black eyes. If not recommended by the elves, she would have hesitated to employ him... She rides closer to him, trying to drag him into a conversation.


„Mr Natterath, could you please tell me something about your homeland? I heard you are from a nomadic tribe as I am. Where exactly do you come from? How is it there?“  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 6/21/06 7:24


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on February 20, 2006, 03:08:23 AM
„Mr Natterath, could you please tell me something about your homeland? I heard you are from a nomadic tribe as I am. Where exactly do you come from? How is it there?“

“Well, Ms. Sturmwind, there is not much I have to say about my homeland.  I believe it is called the ‘Naezshan Zhunith thirstlands’.  It has been a long time since I have been there.  A very long time.  The days are hot, the nights are cold, food is scarce, but there is always enough.”  Zdoth said quietly, his face was expressionless.  That seemed like it was enough to answer the question so Zdoth said no more.  He silently observed his new companions, still not sure if he could trust them, but he would not say anything about it.

Edited by: Zdoth Natterath at: 2/19/06 19:11


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on February 20, 2006, 11:15:23 AM
Like Talia, Ta'las will miss the elven forest, but he is also happy to be travelling again.  The Shendar looks at the land around him, still feeling the dampness in the air that clung to the lands north of Chylikis, but the air is a little cooler.  

He pats his Aj'nuvic's shoulder.  "See, I told you we would be away soon enough."  He chuckles when Desert Rose snorts, knowing that his animal would prefer to move at a much faster pace.

He notices his Shendar-sister move closer to their guide and start a conversation with Zdoth.  The man has been quiet, but Ta'las sees nothing unusual in that - he has just joined their company and is among strangers.  He would like to move closer to the two, but he is near the back of their group.

Ta'las looks back over his shoulder at the Quallian, now just a line of trees barely visible in the distance.  As he does, he thinks he catches movement just beyond the rise of a rocky hill.  He keeps his gaze on the spot for a minute longer, but sees nothing.

The Shendar shakes his head and looks back to the front of their company.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on February 24, 2006, 02:44:23 AM
Capher rode silently he had not noticed but he was the last one.  The new comer-Zdoth took the lead as they left the Quallian forest and the elves that protected and were protected by it.  The new comer was from Nyblemar and though Capher had flown over all of Cealereth, the lands of Nyblemar he never touched down upon.  He did not know why, it was just one of those things.  Now as watched Zdoth and Talia talk amongst themselves he wished he had; even it was just to know what kind of people they were.

Terra and Teri rode in front of him and Ta'las was just a bit ahead of them.  They all seemed to be thinking as they were silent, like he.  Capher began to sort through all that had been told to him and his companions.  Capher thought, maybe it is time for me to just follow until the time is right.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on February 25, 2006, 04:11:23 AM
Ta'las, who is just behind Talia and Z'doth overhears their guide's description of his homeland.  The Shendar is not surprised, as Z'doth has the complexion similar to many from his own home.  The man is still uncertain about the group, which is understandable.

Ta'las nudges his mount forward and nods at Z'doth.

"Z'doth, I hope you do not mind my intrusion, but your homeland sounds much like the Rahaz-Dath, where Talia and I are from.    Have you heard of our homeland?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on February 26, 2006, 09:18:23 AM
"Z'doth, I hope you do not mind my intrusion, but your homeland sounds much like the Rahaz-Dath, where Talia and I are from. Have you heard of our homeland?"

Zdoth looked over at Talas and said, “I am afraid I am not familiar with your homeland, though if it is similar to mine, I would certainly like to see it.” Zdoth sounded thoroughly interested.  With that, Zdoth walked along quietly, thinking to himself.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on February 26, 2006, 10:27:23 AM
Terra rides along silently thinking of the path she had chosen. The path to peace for herself will lead her through terrible pain, and she wonders and worries idley if she is strong enough even with all her new friends to cling to her sanity, or have it torn away leaving her in a state worse than death. Finally she presses the thoughts from her mind, smiles a small smile and takes in a deep relaxing breath.

"It was nice, but its just another place to me."

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on February 28, 2006, 11:41:23 AM
Ta’las sighs as he recalls his home.  “It is a beautiful place, Z’doth, though it is dangerous and has claimed many lives of those not trained to read its rippling sands.  The desert covers much of the the Santharian province of Truban and part of Brendolan, the southernmost part of Sarvonia.  To the east and south of the Rahaz-Dath lies the coastline of the Burning Sea, and on the west the Aetryam Sea.  It is possible to find some respite from Injera’s hammer around the Cloud Forest near Varcopas, the peninsula near Thalambath, or the plain around the city of Uderza.”

Ta’las looks over at Z’doth and grins.  “Uderza is where I grew up.  It is near one of the most wondrous places I have been, including the forest of our recent hosts in the Quallian.  Just south of Uderza is a place called the Oasis of Nirmenith, where the temple of Baveras lies in the middle of a lake.  Tall mountains rise up on all sides around the lake, creating a small valley filled with trees and flowers of all types.  It is most beautiful at night, when Grothar paints the night sky with stars and the moon’s light reflects off the lake.”

He looks away wistfully as he remembers his home.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 01, 2006, 01:13:23 AM
Capher decided he had been lost in his thoughts long enough and decided to ride up to Terra and Teri.  He nudged his horse along until it became between the two.  He smiled at the two ladies.  "Well ladies it seems we go on?  Teri have you ever been to the "Vale?" He asked.  Hoping the question would take her mind off of Morcaanan.  He had hoped that the young man that seemed to sweep the young elven maiden off her horse, would have come along; but it seemed like he had another path to follow, one which, at the time, did not include her.  He felt for her.

As he waited for her reply he turned to Terra. "Lady Artermos, how are you feeling?  Better, I hope.  You come from a long line of warriors. Did you know that?" He asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on March 01, 2006, 01:37:23 AM
Zdoth listened to every word Talas said, nodding to every point he liked. “I would like to see this place.”  Zdoth smiled, the first smile the group had seen from him.  These people are friendly, they aren’t affected by how I look, or don’t seem to be at least.  Still, we shall see.  Zdoth looked up at Talas and said, “My desert has no oasis, nor your forests, but there are simple beauties.  The fresh bloom of flowers after a rare rain, or the sight of the Holy Caves, I miss my home…that is for certain, but I do not know how much I want to be back.”  Zdoth trailed off, thinking about the means in which he left the first time.  There was no more anger towards his father, and he hoped his tribe, should they meet over the desert, would see, and understand that.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 01, 2006, 12:31:23 PM
"When we are finished with this," Ta'las starts, "I will take you to my home.  And perhaps if you change your mind about visiting your home, we can travel there too."

Just then, Desert Rose warbles loudly.  Ta'las frowns at his Aj'nuvic and clicks his tongue three times and taps Desert Rose's left flank.  "That is enough, you are interrupting our conversation."  His Aj'nuvic snorts again, this time more quietly, but Ta'las ignores him.

"I am sorry, Z'doth.  Desert Rose is impatient and wishes to run."  The Shendar pauses a moment to reflect on what Z'doth had just told him.  "It sounds like you have misgivings about returning home.  It is so often those whom you care for most - friends and family - who are also most difficult to deal with, isn't it?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on March 02, 2006, 09:47:23 PM
'Teri shrugs lightly, not really in the present. "I've never seen it, although I've been fairly close at times. It's not a commonly visited place for one who travels alone."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 03, 2006, 01:14:23 AM
Capher chuckled lightly, "For one who seems like she is scared of her own shadow, yet travels alone, is an unusual paradox, do you not think so, Teri?" Capher asked.  "Well at least you have friends who are around you now." He murmured.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on March 03, 2006, 09:16:23 PM
Her brow furrows lightly, and she turns to Capher, looking slightly confused, slightly concerned."Scared of...?" She gives a light, voiceless sigh."My brother is ruthless, Capher, but I do know how to move from one place to another, as long as I know where I am headed."

At his last comment, her shoulders droop slightly, and she looks down and turns to no longer face him. "Yes," she says, slightly more than a whisper, "There are friends. Great ones."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 04, 2006, 03:03:23 AM
So she has some fire in her belly, after all.  But she is frightened of her brother.  I wonder...

"Teri. please forgive me if I misunderstood your comments about 'one traveling alone' I had thought you meant yourself, not just a single traveler.  I, myself, have not visited the Vale in...well lets say it has been a long time.   If you do not mind me asking, was this animosity between you and your brother always there, or has it just recently cropped up?  And what caused it?  Maybe if we can discover why your brother chose to go the way he has gone, maybe we can help him. If you understand what I am trying to say?"

Capher sometimes put his nose where it should not belong, but the only way he could discern human behavior was to ask questions, besides he had not come across a brother and sister who seem to lead such different lives. One follows Coor's path, the other tries to follow Ava's. I wonder if Keekoo and Greybark still live? Capher thought as they continued on in their journey to the Vale.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/3/06 19:06


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 04, 2006, 07:38:23 AM
Talia listens to Ta‘las attempts to get their leader speaking - and maybe revealing a bit about himself. He is not much more successful than she was, until he starts talking from the desert, but even then Z‘doth doesn‘t say much. But he seems to love his desert. Talia is very curious to hear, why their new companion is so far from home, but knows, that she will not be able to satisfy her curiosity soon. She adjusts slightly to her seat on Swing and then falls back to the other three. Capher is talking to both, but Terra seems not in the mood to talk a lot and so Capher is concentrating on Teri.

So Talia leads Swing to Terra‘s other side. She looks in the unmoving face of the warrioress, but having travelled with her for quite some time now, she recognises the faint lines of inner pain, of depression but of the will to face these things as well. Talia wishes she would not sit higher on her aj, so she could speak more directly to her. Or to help her in any way, but nothing comes to her mind. Finally she just says:

“ Terra, I‘m glad to have you on my side again. I missed you when I left Chylikis without you.“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on March 04, 2006, 08:19:23 AM
At his apology, 'Teri begins to brighten some, almost smiling, but the mention of her brother wipes it all away like a skiff of snow in the path of a pouring deluge. Her throat tightens ever-so-slightly, a little pain indicating what's often called a "lump" forming high in her throat. For some time, she simply thinks, saying nothing, not certain how she can explain. If she lies, he would know - but then, there is no good reason to lie to him, what she says here is in the company of friends. But she doubts she can tell the whole truth, not without breaking down.

Eventually, she simply begins talking, having no starting point and no real destination."It was our parents," she starts, but reconsiders. "My br- brother was always a little crazy, but... he thought he would get all father's money if he- If he ki..." Here, her voice drops off, unable to speak further. So, she pauses briefly and tries again. "He killed them. He had... them murdered." This comes out as a light squeak, and she pauses again to regain control."And for months, I was - was stuck, trapped, in that... in fa-father's mansion, just him, and me. I was scared, but I couldn't say anything. When I finally got out, he... he had the people I was travelling with mur... he killed them, too. I left just before, but..."

She draws a long, quavering breath, and exhales slowly. Already, she can feel the dreaded nervous shaking starting to set in, but luckily, it is still kept inside her, her hands still under control. "He has never let me be since, like I am some kind highly amusing plaything. Please, Capher," she says, nearly begging, "I'd rather not speak of it."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 06, 2006, 09:40:23 AM
Capher listened to Teri and then gently put his hand over hers. He shakes his head. "I will never understand that part of the human psyche, greed.  And to kill one's parents for money! On top of it all to try and kill you as well, probably to stop you from going to the authorities to tell them of his unspeakable crime.  If money is what he wants to help keep him away from you and to retrieve the Heart.  I can give it to him. How much do you think would satisfy his lust? Would these do?" He asked Teri holding out four gems that covered his complete fist; one a Diamond, the other an Emerald, the third one a Ruby and the last a Sapphire.

He placed them in her hand and then withdrew a bar about twice as long as his forearm; it was a bar of Mithril.  Would that satisfy him?" He asked in disgust.  

He looked at Teri and suddenly realized she may think that he was angry with her and he softened his voice and demeanor, "Forgive me Teri, I did not mean to take it out on you.  I can see that your brother's actions have taken a toll upon you.  It is just that the Heart is more than just a fist sized Emerald.  I can show you those and ten times more than what you are carrying right now." Capher paused as he stared ahead at the horizon, but his eyes saw far beyond it.  

He spoke again softly,  "The Heart is...well it's just that, a heart. The gem is just a  symbolization of the heart of one of the most powerful, yet generous and humble man I...I mean, the world of Caelereth will ever know.  It is a National treasure to Talia's and Tal'as's people and after it has served its purpose for us, should be put back where it belongs; in Thalambath's Castle."  

He paused again and then placed his hands over Teri's and the jewels and took them up and along with the bar Mithril, placed back inside his robes; when he pulled his hands out again they were empty.

"Every person of every race is affected by Coor's influence, but most can fight it off and lead a life influenced by Ava.  Coor does not need much to lead someone down his path: all the elements are there; greed, jealousy, envy are some, just to name a few."  

"But then there are those who crave Coor's power.  Those few, but rare ones, are the ones that my Master and I along with a few but very selective individuals, from every race, color and creed, battle and hopefully for the world's sake, send them back to Queprur's lands or wherever they may come from."  

"You Teri," Capher smled at her, "should be proud to be named among such individuals. I know very little about you, but I am proud already to have known you...because you are willing."  He leaned in his saddle. "Willing to put your life in danger to fight for a cause, you know little about, but still willing, because you were asked.  Not many are asked, some turn it down, and yet there are the rare gems that come along that will always be willing to fight evil and to have the hope that one day all of Caelereth can live in peace and properity. They may be scared of their own mortality, and some may lose their lives... many have," Capher's eyes went distant,  "but they have a well, deep down within their soul, that bubbles with Ava's goodness and dream...what she dreams."  His brow furrowed, "I suppose not much of what I said made any sense, but in time it will...in time."  He rode on with a small smile upon his face.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/6/06 2:29


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on March 06, 2006, 02:26:23 PM
Terra finally coming out of her deep thoughts chimed in, a small smile spreading on her features.

"I am honoured to be asked to take this journey. I once agreed to take them as far as Milknegrad as a hired sword, now I am proud to call them friends and see this through to the end. They to have agreed to watch over me on my journey and see it throught to the end with me, and I offer to help you in your battles as well.

If you are worried about your brother having us killed like your previous travel companions bear in mind we are warriors and adventurers, not common traveler. We have servived Thieves, Pirates, Demons, and demonicly posessed knights to get here, I doubt there is anything your brother could send to match us."

Terra turns to Capher.

"I am fine Capher, I have already taken the first steps down the path I must take. I must admit I know nothing of my past before the Kar'ii lands, it would explain a few things though."

Then she turns to Talia.

"I missed you to, my only regret is that we could not have gotten to you sooner and prevented you from being hurt."

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 07, 2006, 01:01:23 AM
Talia just waves with her hand, as if what she has lived through is nothing.

„I‘m alive and that is what counts, Terra. If I would have not been thrown in the grey lands of dust I would not have learned about how true my friends are towards me, Ta‘las would not be here. I do feel sometimes a bit weak and without drive, I‘m not the one I used to be, but I hope the Brownies can fix the last remaining scars of my soul and then I have surely won something through this encounter, and if it is only experience, or the proof, that you can endure more than you think.. oh well.. this is not a day to think about such things. Look how nice it looks over there. The sun lights up the green of the leaves and the white trunks of these birches glare as if the were brushed extra for us. Doesn‘t it look like there is a small rivulet as well. It looks definitely like a nice resting place.“

Talia stretches herself as if she could see better if there might be a good place to rest. She isn‘t really hungry, but the thought at the delicate things the elves had provided them with makes her a bit restless and she inclines to favour a break soon. The InjŹrá has climbed her path and is nearly at her zenith, so Talia proposes:

„Hey, all, my dear friends, aren‘t you hungry? Over there seems to be a nice and shady resting place.. What about a break? These delicate fruits in our bags surely don‘t travel well...“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 07, 2006, 02:09:23 AM
Before Teri could answer or voice her thoughts, Terra finally answers Capher.  He is about to speak when she turns and talks to Talia.  Talia responds and then suggests they take a break and eat some of the food that the elves had given them.

"Sounds fine to me Talia, I did not realize how far we had come or how far Injera had risen in the sky.  I would think our guide would welcome the rest most of all, as he is on foot.  I wonder why the elves did not provide him with a horse?  Do you think he would ride with you on your AJ Talia or on Desert Rose with Ta'las?" Capher responded.

He twisted his head to look at Terra, "Maybe when we are eating I can tell you a little about your heritage. It may give more strength to help you on your path, Terra."  He stroked his chin, his eyes scanning the horizon. "It will also give you some insight into myself as well."  He said, thoughtfully.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on March 07, 2006, 09:46:23 AM
Zdoth looked at Talia and simply said, “It would be a welcome stop.  I am quite hungry”

He listened to Capher and smiled before adding, “I am used to walking long distances, and it doesn’t bother me.”

With that he thought more about the long walk ahead of him, and hopped it would be one with out incident.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 07, 2006, 12:09:23 PM
Ta'las clicks his tongue and taps Desert Rose's neck.  "It is time to stop, my friend."  As the Aj'nuvic comes to a stop, the Shendar jumps easily to the ground.

He nods to Capher at his friend's suggestion that Z'doth ride with him.  Then he looks over at Z'doth.  "The offer does stand, Z'doth.  If you do begin to tire, you are welcome to ride with me.  He is strong and does not mind as long as you stay away from his neck."

Then, Desert Rose warbles and nudges him with his nose.

The Shendar faces his mount and looks critically into the creature's eyes.  "What is wrong?  We are travelling again, and yes, we are not going so fast, but at least you are-"

Ta'las is interrupted again as Desert Rose bawls loudly and stomps his hooves into the ground, stirring up dust.  The Shendar scowls at his Aj'nuvic and slowly shakes his head, but he says nothing.  He removes some dried meat and a small paper bag filled with the sweet, red fruit he discovered while in Aer'ylferian and joins the others.

He plops himself down beside Capher and chews on his beef jerky, all the time scanning the countryside they've just travelled through.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 08, 2006, 12:36:23 AM
A small stream ran through the clearing.  Capher could hear fish jumping, bring back some nice memories.  On the eastern shore, several peds back was a grove of  birches.  On their side it was soft green Lythlo' grass.  

The dirt path they were riding on had turned into just a small walking trail, the grass and weeds covering it here and there.  It was not a well worn path and Capher wondered if a man from Nyblemar really knew Sarvoinia enough to be able to lead them to the Vale of the Brownies.  Oh the Vale was easy enough to find, it was the Brownies that were not

Capher slowly dismounts, stretching his back. this used to be a lot easier, he thought as he listened to Desert Rose and Ta'las speak to him.  He watched Ta'las sit and begin eating some fruit and scan the surrounding area.

Capher too began to scan the area.  Something was not right, he could not put his finger on it; but there was something and Ta'las's AJ could tell.  Capher looked at Talia's AJ to see if he was acting peculiar and so he was.  There was a look in the eyes.  His horse began to act nervous as did the rest of them.

Suddenly from out of grove came a dozen or so riders.  They were masked, brandishing swords and came swooping across the stream heading straight for the party.  They whooped and hollored as they rode.

Capher's horse bolted, "Arm yourselves!" He yelled and then turned to face the intruders, but not as a man, but as the men reached the outer campsite, they met a snarling Ashmarian wolf that leaped and knocked the first man to the ground, tearing his throat out before the man knew what hit him.  Then the wolf went after the flanks of the other horses.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/7/06 16:58


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on March 08, 2006, 09:08:23 AM
Zdoth nodded at Talas, appreciating the offer, but he didn’t feel comfortable quite yet, he felt he could trust the group enough to let his guard down a little, but not that much.

Something had been amiss, and Zdoth felt it for a while, but assumed it was nothing.  Sitting down in the soft grass, leaving his pack to his pack and bow on the ground next to him as he dug through his pack and looked for something to eat.  He was chewing on an apple when something stirred.

Zdoth heard Capher yell, “Arm yourselves!” and he quickly picked up his bow and knocked one of his poisoned arrows.  He turned to face the group of masked riders advancing upon them quickly.  Zdoth released an arrow at one, and was taking aim to release another when, out of nowhere a wolf ran out at the horsemen.  Zdoth froze, and began to shake.  His breath quickened and he took a few steps back, his eyes wide and his heart racing.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 08, 2006, 12:27:23 PM
Ta'las was up immediately as Capher's warning shout rings through the camp, and jumps atop Desert Rose.  His Aj'nuvic lunges forward at a pair of riders and warbles ferociously, as Ta'las taps the creature's left flank.

"Do not fear, Z'doth.  The wolf is with us."

The Shendar draws his curved falchion as he engages one of the riders.  He parries aside a series of frenzied sword thrusts and finally pushes him away when the man begins to tire.  Ta'las ducks under the swordsman's hard sweeping cut, and punches the man in the windpipe with his free hand.  The man clutches at his throat and his horse wheels away, sending the enemy rider to the mossy turf.  The man's cries are cut short as Desert Rose stomps on his face.

Ta'las raises his sword to meet his next opponent.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 08, 2006, 07:04:23 PM
Guys, I'm no fighter, hope it doesn't sound too silly..


Talia has taken her time to look at her surrounding and is late with demounting and still standing near Swing, when  she hears Capher‘s call. She is about to release her package, but thinks now better of it and draws her bane whips. These men are too close for the sling and not worthy for a sword. She ushers Swing back for she doesn‘t want her to be hurt accidentally and seeing Z‘doth being afraid points swing to him.  This doesn‘t please her companion, when seeing her fellow aj‘nuvic in action. But she stays back, with fiery eyes - as a kind of guard, then, the action still in sight,  moves over to Z‘doth, nudging his shoulder.

Talia  doesn‘t have to wait long for the first riders to get past Capher - the wolf  - and Ta‘las. But they have no chance in coming too near. One whip twines itself around the sword arm of the first man, a short pull and he falls of his horse, his sword arm cut deep by his own sword and blooding heavily. Talia ducks to avoid a hid from the next rider and the whip goes around the leg of the horse causing both, horse and rider to tumble down.


***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 3/10/06 22:14


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on March 09, 2006, 02:11:23 AM
Neither Terra nor Coore seem purprised by the bandit attack, her features quickly becoming those of the cool warrioress that most of the party had known. Quickly and gracefully her Moon Blade comes free even as she remains mounted, and the weapon usually asociated with an assassin comes to bare. With out need to be spured into action, or a word needing to be sead between horse and rider, Coore charges forward guided by Terra to support Capher in his efforts.

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on March 09, 2006, 03:07:23 AM
The bump on his shoulder from Swift shook him out of his paralyzed state.  Zdoth took a deep breath to calm himself and fired another poisoned arrow, this time hitting one of the men in the neck.  As they got nearer, he readied another arrow and took a few steps back, aimed and shot.  The arrow whizzed through the air and landed in his left arm, the one holding the reins.  The poison would drain him of his strength soon enough, but he was not out of the fight.  Zdoth bolted to the left, while pulling another arrow out of his quiver, all the while keeping a good distance from this wolf that appeared out of no where.  

Edited by: Zdoth Natterath at: 3/9/06 17:39


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 09, 2006, 10:46:23 AM
Ta'las spurs his Aj'nuvic toward the next dark-clad rider and deflects a weak blow aimed at his chest, and aims a quick jab at the man.  The Shendar's sword digs deep into the rider's shoulder, and the man howls in pain.  The rider pulls his mount back to disengage, but Ta'las lightly kicks his heels into Desert Rose's flank and the Aj'nuvic closes the distance.

Ta'las hears the quickening of his opponent's breathing and sees the man furtively glance around.  The rider swings three hard overhand attacks that Ta'las parries and directs aside as their mounts circle one another.  The Shendar waits for the next attack, which comes more slowly, and requires his tiring opponent to throw all of his weight behind.

The Shendar feints a weak blow at the man's throat, who twists away, exposing his left side.  Ta'las stabs downward into the soft flesh beneath the man's arm, and kicks the man hard in the face, sending him to the ground.

He points at another rider.  "You are mine!" he shouts.  Desert Rose bellows and surges forward.

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 3/10/06 3:12


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 10, 2006, 02:51:23 AM
Capher was a blur as he leaped and attacked the intruders.  His snarl was ferocious as he leaped upon another man, tearing at his clothed arms until he found flesh as the man tried to protect himself.  

Finally Capher bit hard, the man screamed, as Capher shook the man's arm, shredding flesh from it until bone shone.  The man tried to scramble away, but Capher was upon him in a blink of an eye, tearing at the man's unprotected back and neck.  The man rolled over with a dirk in his hand and he tried to stab Capher, but Capher was too quick, and jumped out of the way.  He then rushed in again and tore flesh from the hand holding the dirk, and the dirk dropped and then Capher went in for the kill.  His jaws locked upon the man's throat and he tore and shook his head, blood sprayed all over from the severed jugular vein.

The man died with his eyes wide open.

Capher sat upon his haunches, his muzzle full of skin and blood and howled.  His howl was not the usual howl of a wolf, but it had the mixture of a roar a dragon would make as well. It made the birds and animals in the nearby grove and as far away as the Quallian to fly or run away.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 11, 2006, 07:42:23 AM
Talia quickly moves a bit to avoid the falling horse and man. The man gives of a shriek when the horse falls on him and Talia hears a cracking sound. That was a leg or more, he won‘t get up quickly. Seeing that all foes are bound she looks after the first man who has cut himself with his sword and to her shock she sees, that he has cut open his wrist and is already unconscious, if not dead. That was not what she had intended to. But all help is to late. While watching him he does a last sigh and is dead.

Talia is trembling. She doesn‘t like killing, not if it can be avoided, and this man was not meant to die from her hands.

An unnatural howling  - Capher‘s - brings her attention back to the other man. The horse is already standing again and seems not to be injured despite the whip and the crash. When it hears the howling it is running away, giving the man on the ground another hit with its hooves.  He is  lying some peds away with a face showing awful pain. Another quick scan over the clearing and Talia sees, that the fight is over. One or two men are running towards the trees. So she goes over to the man she made tumble with her whip, knees down next to him carefully watching him. she inspects his leg - it is broken, but not smashed, he was lucky. Blood is running down his head, but this is just a cut he just got from one of the hooves of his horse. Not too bad, he should be able to answer.

„Who send you?“ she asks him quietly. But he is not yet willing to answer her questions.

„Better talk to me, the others might not be as patient with you as I am. I might even mend your leg, so that you can go back and tell your employer, that you failed. However, you could take another path as well“she suggests.

He looks doubtful at the others. But then starts to talk with a low voice.
„We stayed in a little village outside of the Quallian and we got message from somebody from the elves there, from this forest in the south, that a group of well equipped travellers would head northwards, travellers who have enough resources for a long voyage. “

„Who are you, or your group?“

„Just a bunch of mercenaries without work. This king has much to much under his control, all is so peaceful now, that there is no work left for a swordarm.  “


***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Garrek Driel on March 12, 2006, 09:34:23 AM
Garrek, watching from a good distance, mostly invisible from where they stood on the path, wheels his horse about and moves completely out of sight. Ah, well, at least they're staying awake. Besides, this wasn't meant to stop them; the day of powerful warriors for a little fancy coin is a day his eyes have never beheld.

It is strange today to ride alone. When working with mercenaries, he usually brings an assistant, to make sure everything is nicely cleaned up, but the red elf he left in Aer'Ylferrhim didn't really give him time for that. Now certain he is out of sight, he stops, dismounts, and rests himself and mount, listening for the party to be ready to move again.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on March 12, 2006, 12:06:23 PM
'Teri had stopped, and landed with a light step on the ground. She had almost begun to tie her horse when quite suddenly the enemy appeared. Taken completely by surprise, she stood there, keeping her animal from bolting at Capher's demonic howl, and watched the fight take place, unable to react. Now with the fight ended, she turns her gaze up the road from whence they came, and sees no more.


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I have so sworn...

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 12, 2006, 11:54:23 PM
Ta'las considers rushing after the fleeing men, but stops when he notices Talia has captured one of their assailants.  Instead, he dismounts Desert Rose and strides up beside Talia, his weapon still at hand.  

He looks at his Shendar-sister.  "He has told us nothing useful, and his intentions are not good.  Unless he speaks of this person who hired him, I see no reason to grant him leniency."

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 13, 2006, 12:47:23 AM
Talia looks up to Ta‘las and answers:

“It won‘t do us any harm, if we let him live. Look, how young he is. There is no need to kill, and then we don‘t have the right to.  “Then she turns to the wounded man.

I will see , if I can bind your leg.  Your only hope is though, that your comrades who have fled come back and help you. We will leave one of the horses for you. But, tell me, what is your name?“


“ Matt“


„So, Matt“
 Talia inquires
How looked the elf or the messenger who told you this? Do you know his name?“


“ No, such people never give their name away, you should know this. But he was tall - as all elves, and had red hair. “


„Red hair?  Aha. Good let me fix your leg now - and if you have any other information you might want to share with us, I have open ears.“


Talia goes to Swing to look for some cloth for the boys leg. A small fitting bough is soon found and Talia starts to mend the  leg and his headwound.


„Could you try to get some of this horses? We could use the best for Z‘doth and place this youngster on another. Then he might have the chance to get back to is village.“
she asks her friends.



***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 14, 2006, 03:14:23 AM
Capher ran toward a large mound went behind it, changed back into himself and then jogged to where Talia had one of the men who had attacked them.  She was binding his injuries.  "Has he told you who he is and who he is working for? And why he attacked us?" He asked Talia while  menacingly, peering down upon the man, who looked liked he was only a boy, in human years.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 15, 2006, 07:47:23 AM
Ta'las cocks an eyebrow at Talia's statement about not having the right to kill the man named Matt.  "I had not thought to kill him.  I am just concerned that leaving this man alone could be dangerous to us in the future."

The Shendar shrugs and sheaths his weapon, and then returns to Desert Rose.  He grabs a piece of salted meat from his pack and bites off a chunk, which he chews while watching their enemy in silence.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on March 15, 2006, 11:57:23 AM
Terra over hears Ta'las's recomendation as she rides in toward the group after making a sweep around there would be camp for any more attackers. She speaks up, her voice smooth but weary and it is obvious that the fight has taken alot from her.

"Ta'las is right, even if this young man hild no more ill intentions toward us, his comrads may coherse him to give them information that could cause us more trouble later. It may be best to take him with us till we can find somewhere he can be propperly looked after."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 17, 2006, 08:05:23 AM
Talia looks shortly back at Ta‘las.“Well, what did you mean then with saying: ‚I see no reason to grant him leniency‘ ? Taking him with us  instead of killing him would just be that. Apart from that, what for harm could he do to us? At least two have fled and they will bring soon message to those who have hired them - or given that hint - that we are not defeated and that no harm was done to us. But if you think we should take him with us, I don‘t object. It is better for him, but he will be a burden to us. Terra, why should he be a menace for us later, with his broken leg?“

Then she turns to Capher: “Yes, his name is Matt and they got a hint form an elven man with red hair, that we might be a good target for a robbery. Did you hear of a red-haired elf in the Quallian? This is not a common color there.“

Talia gets up and is restless. she can‘t eat here with the dead lying around. Her Shendar brother seems to have a more enduring stomach.

“Let‘s ride on for an hour and then rest there. My appetite is gone and I want to bring some distance between this place and our resting area!
Z‘doth, do you want one of these horses? We should take all with us and leave them in the vale or sell them, I don‘t know, if they are able to survive on their own. What are we doing now with Matt? How can we fasten him on his horse without causing a lot of pain?“






***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 17, 2006, 01:11:23 PM
He looks at Talia, and then at the others, and agrees with her assessment in one regard.  "You are correct, two others have escaped.  One more will do no more harm."

Careful not to aggravate Matt's broken leg, he lifts the young man from the ground and helps him up onto a horse.  "Leave, and return to your home.  I suggest that you take up something more honourable than a mercenary's life.  You are young and strong - perhaps you would make a good carpenter."

He then smacks the horse's backside to send the horse on its way.

When Matt is gone, Ta'las looks at the others.  "I suggest we leave and travel quickly.  Though Matt may not bother us again, we know nothing of the others who escaped.  Z'doth, I am going to allow Desert Rose to stretch his legs - you will be hard-pressed to keep up with him on foot.  Please consider taking one of the horses."

The group quickly gathers up their belongings, and then soon is on its way.  The open plain of swaying grass gives way to rolling hills covered with copses of ash and oak.  Ta'las rides at the head of the group with Z'doth, and allows his Aj'nuvic to set a fairly rapid pace, but one that the horses can cope with.  

A stiff breeze picks up out of the north and makes travel a little cooler, and within an hour a thin layer of white clouds filters across the sky.  There is no threat of rain in these clouds, but they are enough to cover the sun and bring a chill to the air.  

They soon reach a small clearing protected by a ring of massive oak trees.  A spongy layer of moss and ferns covers the floor of the clearing, and here and there are some bushes covered with small redberries.  The air is still, but not muggy, and sunlight reaches through the boughs of the mighty oaks.

He looks back for confirmation from the others - they are at least an hour's travel from the site of the battle, and this place will offer some shelter from the cold wind.  Ta'las nods to the others and taps Desert Rose's flanks.  "We will stop here, friend."  He dismounts and grabs some food from his pack.

Ta'las sits quietly, contemplating their earlier encounter.  He was quick to respond to their enemy and fought as he had been trained, but he had allowed his anger to rise when faced with what to do with Matt.  What might I have done if Talia hadn't been there? he wonders.  Perhaps my mother-sister was right that I have far to travel along my path toward 'Second Reality'.  He looks over at Talia, and decides he will explain himself.  

He walks up to her and speaks quietly.  "Shendar-sister, it is not good that there is discord between us so early on our journey.  I do not enjoy killing, though I will do it if necessary.  But I will try to curb my lack of compassion toward a defeated enemy."

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 3/17/06 5:13


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 17, 2006, 07:42:23 PM
Talia is lost in thought on their short way to the next rest. She hates such encounters which cost unnecessary lives, even if the men had been of an evil  intent. She quarrels with Seyella, why such things have to happen. But when they arrive, her mood is lifting again, she jumps from Swing and starts to unpack the food , when Ta‘las approaches her. He apologises for his attitude towards Matt with the promise to be more considerate next time.

Talia smiles at him, hugs him and holding still his arms, with some distance though to be able to see his face she says: „No problem, brother!“ and with her inevitable weakness to have to tease everybody who gives the slightest reason, she adds, with a mischievous smile this time and a twinkle in her eyes: „You see, Ta‘las, therefor it is so good, that the women rule our tribe. The world would be much more peaceful if every government would be dominated by women! “  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 20, 2006, 01:35:23 PM
He nods and returns her smile with a smirk.  "Perhaps that is true, Talia.  And at the very least the men would have more freedom."

He sits down and begins to eat, scanning the glade.  "This would make a nice place to camp," he starts, loud enough for the others to hear, "but I wonder if we are still too far from the vale to stop for the night."

Z'doth looks over at Ta'las and nods.  "Yes, my friend, we will only stop here for a short break, and then we must be on our way again."  Their guide rubs his bald pate and turns back to his meal.

Ta'las eats his meal in silence, and then stands, eager to travel.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 21, 2006, 01:22:23 AM
Capher was not sure about letting the young man go. An old adage kept nagging him about, "never letting your enemy live so that they can stab you from in the back."  But as Capher thought about it as they rode to a more suitable place to rest and have some food and drink; Talia was right, since we allowed two to escape, which should not have happend, but it did, it really did not matter whether this Matt was released or killed.  Still it bothered him, leaving enemies behind his back.  Perhaps at night when the others are asleep, I can go back and track this fellow and his companions? he thought as he slid off his horse.

He listened as Ta'las apologized to Talia and they along with Z'doth had sat down upon the grass to eat something.  He took the saddle off of his horse and let the animal graze as he watched Terra and Teri and wondered if they would join the group.  He walked up to where the three sat, "Do you have any more of that beef, Ta'las?" He asked, while at the same time he sat down he asked Talia.  "Did you say that this boy, Matt say he and his companions were hired by a red-haired elf?  That is very curious.  Red-haired elves are not common.  And I seem to recall Teri telling of a red-haired elf when we first met Morcaanan.  Do you remember, Ta'las?"  He asked frowning in thought.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/20/06 17:27


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 21, 2006, 12:19:23 PM
Ta'las nods to Capher.  "Just a minute," he says and rummages through his pack until he finds some more salted meat.  He hands a couple of pieces to Capher and smiles.

"They're good, but very hot for most people's tastes, my friend.  Shendar are quite fond of spicy food."

He shrugs at Capher's question about the elf with red hair.  "I think she may have, Capher, but I am uncertain.  I did not know that elves rarely had red hair."

Seeing that the others are still not ready to leave, Ta'las grabs his bag of red fruit, and pops one into his mouth.  "In my haste, I forgot to ask what these are called," he says, savoring the sweet taste of the fruit.  

Then he holds out the bag to offer some to the others.  "Please, take some if you like."

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on March 21, 2006, 01:05:23 PM
Terra spent long minutes scanning the borders of their resting place to be sure they are not ambushed again. In spirit she is ready to fight again, in body the fight had taken much of what she had. Finally sure of there relative safety Terra dismounts and walks to where the others had gathered, the drain evident in her movements. As she sits, Terra speaks and takes one of the red fruits offered by Ta'las.

"We should be safe here for a rest for now. I could sure use it."

Terra smiles at her dry joke of her weakened state. It is true that after the fight she would likely not have been able to go to the night without a rest.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on March 23, 2006, 12:54:23 AM
Ken's commentary is not broken so much as his train of thought, which generally wanders as randomly as he himself does, and therefore nothing is lost. Still speaking of losing things, he gives a broad wave to those who are stopping in the place that has just caught his own attention. Granted, he is considerably further away from it than the other people are traveling down the road toward it, but he deems it only as an opportunity to meet them there. What he fails to calculate is their mounts, two of which are beasts he does not recognize.

He counts six people, and counting a little closer, he counts three men and three women. Six is such an amazing number, like an odd even; which is not exactly possible, for if it is an even number it is by no means an odd, and if it is an odd, then by no means is it an even. But if there is an odd even, it only stands to reason that there must be an even odd, which he decides must be five. Quickly, he counts the horses of the group approaching, but comes up two mounts shy of five. Noting it in his commentary and with a quick snap, he looks to the strange beasts, the likes of which he has never seen before. Two of them; with people riding them. A man riding one, a woman another. Perfect. Two plus the horses makes five, the perfectly even odd, if there is such a thing.

Nearing them, he changes his talk quite suddenly from numbers to "Good morning, folk; except it's no longer morning, or you wouldn't be settling down to lunch, would you? Which I suppose makes it good afternoon, but as you're only just settling down for lunch, noon can hardly have passed, but you can't well say 'good noon', can you? To make that one all well, we'll say 'good after-morning', and walk away happy. Do tell, how do you eat a bit of dried fruit without nearly a full bucket of water? I find a good handful of it goes down best with water, at least then you feel full, even if it may not last as long as hoped. Still, I don't see why someone would be relying on dried fruit this season, there's plenty food scattered all about."

His wandering toward - actually, now through the ranks of - the party bring him to an old, graying man in a brown robe, whom he quite immediately brands as a hermit, and a strange-looking man from the South, whom he quite naturally brands as a desert man. "Do tell, what are you doing to the meat? I guess jerking's a popular practice, but it's hardly mid-winter. And if you are traveling a long ways, why not spend it on the days when it is winter? You'll never be sorry you saved good food for when you really needed it. There's better food you're practically sitting on." at this, Ken finds himself eyeing the man's fruit. A tasty morsel indeed, but never quite so well as when you get a lot of them and put the whole thing under a bit of sweetbread. That can't be beaten, not by a king and all his soldiers, and Ken makes sure to say as much, adding it quite spontaneously somewhere into his rambling. "Just a few peds from here we've got what could almost amount to a stream, and there's bound to be something a little tastier, fresher, and more filling; probably even healthier than that jerky you're trying to reconstitute with your saliva. Come on, let's make it worth our lunch-time, we'll be travelling again soon."

And with that, Ken has attached himself to these strangers, never for an instant thinking there is the least thing odd with the way he is acting.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 23, 2006, 03:08:23 AM
Capher heard a voice, turned toward the direction and his eyes widenend as he saw a hobbit coming their way.  The hobbit seemingly was talking to them and since Capher had not had that many dealings with the little folk, he marveled at the man's speech, but also his bravery or stupidity, depending upon your point of view as they had just an ugly encounter with some who had tried to kill and rob them and were a bit on edge.

Capher listened amused by the little man's speech, but a bit surprised at his wisdom as well.  Eating beef jerky when it is summer and food abounds everywhere as the hobbit explains, is not that wise, considering that eventually they will be heading into the mountains and into colder weather where the food will be scarcer and jerky will last in the cold.

Finally the little man suggests that there is a stream with food in it. Capher smiles, fish! He had not gone fishing in a while and he thoroughly enjoyed fishing.  But why was the hobbit here in the first place?  This was not there usual homes and very few hobbits strayed from their home.

Capher decided to be friendly, "Welcome neighbor, though we do not know your name, you seem to be a friendly hobbit, though a bit out of place I think. My name is Capher, I believe the hobbits know me better as "Traveller or Storyteller" Though it has been a long time since I have stopped in and told my tales. And what name do you name yourself?" Capher asked.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/24/06 17:25


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on March 24, 2006, 02:05:23 AM
Terra is alerted to something or someone coming by Coore's vigilance long before the hobbit wandered through the camp prompting her go get ready to stand quickly and her hand to go to her Moon Blade. She stays in place however, as worn as she is her best offence against an attacker is a surprise attack, and she dearly hopes there is only one. Much to her surprise a rather small man walk rather calmly and foolishly through their place of rest and starts chattering away friendily. With Caphers friendly reaction to all this, having never seen such small folk Capher called hobbits before, Terra relaxes and continues eating.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 25, 2006, 04:18:23 AM
Talia is enjoying her elven food, fruits and some kind of bread with meat baked in it. she doesn‘t pay attention to her surroundings, feeling quite save inmidst her friends, despite their encounter no two hours ago. She is a bit careless, believing that two such encounters won‘t happen on the same day. So she is quite surprised when she sees a small man walking among them, but not just walking - talking, talking and again talking - and giving advice! She observes, as he babbles to Capher and just wonders, how a man so small can walk so fearless among strangers. Capher asks him, what he calls himself and Talia is curious, if he continues talking as much as he did already. Her mood which was not the best after the encounter with these robbers lifts again.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 25, 2006, 12:48:23 PM
Unlike the others, Ta'las is not convinced about the apparent 'harmlessness' of the halfling.  The halfling does not have a fat belly, and he carries a sword.  Were their visitor a member of any other race, the fact that he carries a sword would be considered prudent, but Ta'las expects this halfling is more than he seems.  Though he does look to be the age that halflings typically begin to wander, this halfling carries himself with more confidence than every one of this diminutive person's race Ta'las has ever met.

The Shendar puts the remainder of the beef jerky he was eating back in the paper bag he found it and takes a long drink from his waterskin.  "Perhaps you are right about the wisdom of saving this food for later.  That aside, for though you make a convincing point, you are amongst strangers, and presume much if you think you will be travelling with us without good explanation of who you are and why you are here."

He looks back at Talia a moment, and smiles shortly, then he looks back at the halfling.  He kneels down on one knee so he is eye level with the stranger.  "However, I would be remiss to let you think us inhospitable."  He holds out a hand and adds, "I am Ta'las, son of An'thavin, of the Shen'Khasi.  It is a pleasure to meet you."

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on March 25, 2006, 07:02:23 PM
'Teri quietly dismounts again, and ties her mount, moving to sit silently by herself. Her silent thought was broken by a droning, that proved to be talking. She turns to the sound, and sees the hobbit wandering among them, without a care in the world. He rather quickly makes himself at home, it seems, among them, and she turns away a smile at his careless attitude. Eventually, she turns away entirely, trying to not listen, as he continues mindlessly rambling.


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I have so sworn...

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on March 26, 2006, 02:30:23 PM
"... certainly not the best of seasons. And the order of the day seems to be who I am, which is simple enough the question could be amazing, although if you don't know you don't know, and there's nothing amazing about that. Ken, they call me, Kenriil Herringrap, to be exact, son of Tcha Herringrap and Demie Horsegrin, my father and mother. Interesting mix, too, as I've never seen Mum's pop nor Pop's pop ever get along, yet Mum and Pop seem to get along just well. Gramps and Grampa often have stamping contest, stand just about as far away as you and I," directing these comments to the desert man, "and just stamp at each other, yelling odd things and words they invented on the spot. It often got to be a ruckus, so much stamping; stamp! Stamp!", doing so, his face twisting for a moment in emulated rage as he brings his foot down heavily, putting it out a little ways toward the desert man in time with each shout. "Neither of them won, though; Mum and Pop would always come to, and Mum would have Pop's pop trying some new way to fix Tras, while Pop would have Mum's pop working his mind on how to make a better ale; always a Breddlad ale. Never had much of a taste for the ale, myself. Always so bitter; I prefer fresh vinterberries, to be honest. Mum grew the best vinterberries..."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on March 27, 2006, 01:15:23 AM
Talia nearly forgets to eat her fruit, for she is so fascinated with this little man. How can he talk so much. He didn‘t ignore Ta‘las question, but answered him in a very unusual way..... narrating half of the history of his people instead just saying: I‘m Ken Herringrap from there and there. She looks around but sees no one of her group talk to each other.

Suddenly a smile comes to her face. What if she tries to disturb him and to break his flux of speech? She takes one of the plum-sized fresh elven fruits which taste so delicious and throws it towards Kenriil , interrupting his speech by shouting.

„Kenriil, catch it, it is a fruit as fresh as you can only wish, directly brought from the Quallian, an elven present and very delicious! Want another one?“

And she throws a second and a third, and her aim is good, either he catches them or he will be hit by them, if he is lucky (or not, depends on what you think) one flies directly in his mouth.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on March 28, 2006, 03:14:23 AM
Zdoth finished the apple he was eating before the attack when the hobbit appeared.  After Talas introduced himself, Zdoth was going to follow, but as the hobbit introduced himself as Kenriil, he continued ranting.  Zdoth smiled and waited patiently for Kenriil to give him the opportunity to introduce himself.  Talia called out for him to catch some fruit, and she threw several at him, and Zdoth hopped that this would give him an opportunity to introduce himself, of course with Zdoth’s luck, he would catch all three and continue talking.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 29, 2006, 12:56:23 AM
The little man, who called himself Ken, kept on talking. Then Talia did something which made Capher smile, she began tossing fruit at Ken, probably hoping to get him to stop his incessant babble. that should do it, he thought.  He felt himself breathe as he waited to find out what would happen next? Capher mused as he continued to watch the spectacle unfolding in front of him.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 3/30/06 16:55


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on March 31, 2006, 01:11:23 AM
As Kenriil does - in a manner of, well, speaking. Still rambling on about the colors of vinterberries in their proper seasons, he turns to see what the woman is saying - only to get one of the fruits directly on the nose. "Ow! I don't... ow!", as the second one makes its mark on his right cheek. His left hand shoots up to catch the third, but only succeeds in blocking it, and it falls to the ground. "Now that has got to be an interesting way of offering a little fruit. Certainly not how I would expect, but I guess I'm thinking a little more seriously. Still," picking them up, "this is too much for just me. I should share; which means one for you," tossing one to the elven woman, who without really looking seems to feel it coming and catch it, "and one to you," tossing this one to Zdoth.

For an instant, his speaking stops as he takes a taste of the fruit, and then begins again with renewed vigor. "Why, I believe you're right! There is little better than a faberige straight from the Quallian, unless it happens to be one from my mother's garden. It's close, mind you; the fruit's hard to mistake, but there's something different about the way the elves grow it. Curious piece, too," he finishes the fruit, and looks up first to the woman who threw them at him, then around to the rest of the group in general. "If it isn't minded, or a problem, I mean, I'll make myself at home with you folks. Well, not really home; I'm looking for home, just now, but mayhap if I tag along with you I might end up there, or somewhere as interesting. I come from the Helmondsshire, you know? Lovely place. I visit it again every so often, just to make sure I haven't forgotten it. The place looks great in every season; when it's blooming, or when it snows. The snow..."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on March 31, 2006, 02:09:23 AM
Capher chuckled when he saw the fruit hit Ken in the nose and then the cheek, he caught a third and all the while he kept on talking.  Capher just shook his head.

He slowly munched on the fruit, Ken's droning voice was making him a bit sleepy, so he layed down, his arms under his head as he stared into the bright blue sky, some clouds were drifting pass and he began to imagine himself flying through and around them.  His eyelids drooped until he heard Ken say he wanted to tag along.

Capher sat up, "We are on a very dangerous journey, Ken. Just an hour or so ago we were attacked by some very dangerous men.  We head for the land of the brownies to get help for one of our members and information. Then we will travel again.  No one of us knows when we will go home, or ever! Are you sure you want to tag along, as you say?" Capher asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on March 31, 2006, 01:00:23 PM
Ta'las stands up and steps away from the halfling as the others throw fruit around.  He scowls a little, even though it does look amusing.

The Shendar is also uncertain about having Kenrill travel with them, and nods when Capher voices his doubts.  "I agree my friend.  Our journey could be quite dangerous."

Then he looks over at his companions.  "More worrying to me though is that we will have need of subterfuge at times."  Then looks back at Kenrill and crosses his arms.  "You seem to have difficulty keeping quiet, and though I do enjoy a good conversation, there are times when you would have to shut that hole you are stuffing full of fruit.  Do you think that is possible?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on April 04, 2006, 09:21:23 PM
The fruits hit the little man, Talia has thought he might be able to avoid them, but he doesn't stop talking. Instead he picks them up and shares them - with Teri and Z'doth! Teri catches her absently and Z'doth..
Kenriil seems to have come to the solution, that this group is nice and the threats it is facing is nothing he can not manage, but then Ta'las poses an important question...is he have to shut his mouth if the situation requires it?

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on April 05, 2006, 12:35:23 AM
The fruit hit Zdoth square between the eyes, leaving a wet mark where it had hit.  Still in the air, Zdoth fumbles for the fruit and eventually catches it.  He studies the fruit carefully, and take a little bite of it.  

“This is very good!”

He turns to the hobbit and says, “Thank you for sharing, I am Zdoth Natterath”

He takes a big bite of it and savors the delicious fruit.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 06, 2006, 02:30:23 AM
Capher's eyebrows raised, could be dangerous? I wonder what my youthful friend would call real dangerous? He thought as he heard Ta'las ask Ken if he could keep his mouth shut if the situation demanded it.  Of course Ta'las was a bit more blunt than Capher would have asked, but he asked a valid question.  But more pressing questions ran through Capher's head; Why? Who? How? What? Why was he here? Where he answered. Who sent him? Seyella, or was he a plant? A spy? Who would think of a hobbit as an enemy?  What can he do for us, as a group?  A guide? But we have been given Zdoth as a guide and he was given by the elves, so we know he is reliable.  And last but not least how. How would the hobbit be a help to them?

Capher mused on these things as he slowly munched on his fruit. "I agree Zdoth, they are rather tasty." Capher said.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on April 06, 2006, 08:00:23 AM
The question: can Ken be silent? The answer? Not usually. Still talking at his usual rate, Ken speaks the praises of his blade, drawing it out and making a few practice swings at an unseen enemy. Then, not satisfied with a few fumbling strikes at nothing, Ken engages in almost real combat with the phantom,  swinging, slashing, stabbing, shouting a battle-cry here and there between sentences - or mid-sentence, depending on his timing - and finally, jumping in for a massive overhead slash, but his enemy escapes, takes to the trees, judging by Ken's eyes following the opponent.

And, miracle of miracles, Ken falls silent. His mouth closes, his voice is mute, and leaning forward slightly, he walks toward the tree, stepping softly all the way, navigating around Capher in his path. He quickly peeks around the tree, moves back considerably faster, and then, readying his sword, jumps around the tree and makes a slash, a lunge, and a quick pair of horizontal slashes. He gives a quick shout of victory, and begins once again his constant dictation of life, telling of his opponent, apparently a Gob-Oc, and working his way into a commentary on the Volkek-Oshra.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on April 07, 2006, 01:23:23 AM
Terra watches the responce and the display that goes with it, none to impressed by either. She stands looking down on Kenriil, then to the others before she speaks, her hand gripping the hilt of her Moon Blade.

"This one can not travel with us. He will get us all killed, or perhaps he is ment to. Even moving in silence our enemy finds us and sends his demons and minions for us, how can we move with this one continualy drawing attention to us?"

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 11, 2006, 01:44:23 AM
Capher watched with amusement at Ken's antics. He reminded him of a child playing, but Ken's sword was not a stick, and the way he slashed and cut through the air Capher was afraid that someone might get hurt. He was talking all the time.

Then as if Ken actually saw something, he became silent as he attacked, but shortly thereafter he began to talk again saying how he attacked this orc or another.

Terra spoke up in her usual straight forward manner and declared that Ken was not one to be taken with the group.  Capher silently agreed, but something nagged at him, like a stone in his shoe, why would he show up, and now.  There must be a reason.  Capher did not believe in coincedences.  "Terra, I agree. But on the other hand there must be a reason why he has showed up and we just have not figured it out.  Maybe we should allow him to travel with us as far as the vale.  That should give us enough time, I think to figure out why he was sent to us.  I do not believe in coincedences, so there must be a reason and I do not believe that Ken knows, or if he does, it would be explained amongst all of his babble, and we will have to listen carefully for clues among it."

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on April 12, 2006, 07:28:23 AM
„We must be quite desperate to see signs in every encounter we have, Capher,“ Talia laughs. „It could well be a mere coincidence, but I think, there will be no harm, if we take him with us till the vale , for I have a little fear for this funny fellow, with our encounter at lunchtime.

But let us go on, I‘m eager to get to the vale soon, and there is still a night‘s rest  and a day‘s ride till we are there. “


She gets up quite suddenly and goes to her aj, puts her remaining food in the bags and mounts Swing.

„Well, friends, do we take him with us?
she asks her group.

If we take you with us,  Kenriil, do you have an own riding beast, you know, the animals we call horses most often, or do you need a lift? For I don‘t see any around.  I can offer you to ride with me, but I you need to practise silence, otherwise Swing might turn her lovely head and bite you. Do you think you can achieve this?“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 13, 2006, 01:46:23 AM
Talia agrees about taking Ken as far as the vale, but questions Capher about coincidence's. Capher never believed in coincidences, not after Seyella came into his life and brought him to the first Wizard of the White Tower and there he met the Hawke family and now he was serving Ethan Hawke, and Ethan was in trouble.

"I agree Talia, we must be on our way."  He jumped up, threw the last remnants of his food into the field for the birds and other small animals to eat and then quickly saddled his horse.

He heard the invitation by Talia to Ken to ride her Aj. A smile creased his lips as he thought of the small man trying to keep his balance and his mouth shut riding Swing.  "Of course Ken a horse might be better, you can ride with me if you wish and talk to your heart's content."

Capher was hoping to get some clues as to why Seyella would send Ken their way.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on April 13, 2006, 11:15:23 AM
Ta'las glances at Terra, thinking she may be right concerning the halfling, however both Capher and Talia seem to be fine with having Ken join them.  The Shendar nods to Ken.  "Very well then, it seems you will be travelling with us.  At least for a time."

He gets up on to Desert Rose and looks over at Z'doth.  "On to the Vale of the Brownies then.  Perhaps as we travel, I can tell you more of my homeland.  Or if you like, one of our people's myths?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on April 13, 2006, 11:40:23 AM
Zdoth wondered why everyone was so worried about the hobbit.  The riders who found them earlier had obviously tracked them, and the group wasn’t the most cautious he had seen, but he decided to keep his mouth shut, it wasn’t his place to say anything about the hobbit.  

As they got their things together, Talas asked Zdoth, "On to the Vale of the Brownies then. Perhaps as we travel, I can tell you more of my homeland. Or if you like, one of our people's myths?"

“I would love to hear about your homeland, and about your peoples myths.  Perhaps I can tell you about some of the plants and animals of my homeland.”  Zdoth said as he finished putting the saddle on a horse they took from the bandits earlier.  He hopped up on it, and his foot slipped, sending him falling flat on his back.  Red faced, Zdoth quickly got back on the horse and guided it next to Talas.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on April 13, 2006, 08:10:23 PM
The general consensus seems to be that it is time to move, and so with a motion that is neither reluctance nor eagerness, she stands and moves over to her own horse. 'Teri checks her stuff quickly, rubs the horse's neck gently yet firmly a few times before untying it and leaping onto its back without touching the stirrups. Then, she quickly begins to rein it in, but stops just before pressure comes onto the bit, and turns it to face the group.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on April 15, 2006, 03:58:23 AM
Terra sighs in fustration as it seems the others agree on at least tolerating the little mans presence for a short time, and prepares with the others to be on their way. After mounting Coore, she guides him close to where Capher is preparing to mount, and speaks to him in a low voice.

"Capher, there are other forces at play here, perhaps even as powerful as Seyella. Not everyone coincidence or not will be sent by Seyella."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on April 18, 2006, 08:56:23 AM
Kenriil, still talking about any of a thousand different things, begins to climb up on the horse, which for a halfling, is quite a climb. This, then, occupies the bulk of his conversation, which is broken by exertion until he finally tops the mountainous steed, and rests at the peak.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 19, 2006, 01:55:23 AM
As Capher watched Ken climb on his horse, Terra spoke to him in a whisper, Capher replied in same, "I have not thought of that possibility, Terra, thank you for being a voice of reason as well as a friend, tried and found to be faithful and true.  I still have to tell you a bit about your heritage and how it and mine have strong bonds.  Maybe when we stop for the night. Till then I will heed your advice about our little, non-stop talking neighbor."  He then climbed up and behind Ken. "Are yoo comfortable?" He asked Ken, waiting for the barrage of words from him just to say 'yes.'

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on April 21, 2006, 12:36:23 PM
As the small party leaves the shelter of the copse of oak trees, the wind cools the air once again.  The early afternoon sun is hidden behind a veil of white clouds, and the air is filled with the light scent of wildflowers.  Rains from the previous week have formed stagnant pools in depressions on the path, which is still moist beneath the hooves of the company’s mounts.

Ta’las nudges Desert Rose forward to keep pace with Z’doth’s mount.  He scratches his chin as he contemplates what to tell Z’doth of his homeland.  “Hmmm, well, earlier I spoke to you of the beauty of the Oasis of Nirmenith, perhaps I can tell you of how it came to be.”   The Shendar looks distant as he recalls a moonlit night he spent simply gazing into the valley as a young boy.

“As I mentioned earlier, the oasis lies south of Uderza, very near where I was born.  It is a lake in the middle of a small, lush valley surrounded by the Mountains of Nirmenith...at certain times.  At least during the wet season, it is filled with plants when the rains come to our lands.  At one time, this place was filled with life-giving water and plants at all times of the year, but it was destroyed by Querprur’s pride and Etherus’ mischief.”  Ta’las purposely leaves out mention of Faerhorál’s possible involvement, not wanting to delve too deeply into the darkness of his people’s myths.

“It is still debated how the Nirmenith Lake was truly destroyed, so I will not tell you that tale, but what I can tell you is how the Oasis of Nirmenith was formed.”

The following is an adaptation of The Nirmenith Oasis taken from The Shendar Book Of Myths By Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre And Others:

"Baveras, goddess of the water sat mournfully upon the cliffs of Narfost.  She had toiled long and sacrificed much to bring water to the desert lands of Truban, and as she looked out upon the mighty, nor'sidian black, grim Norong'Sorno, a mountain that occasionally spews out ash and fire, and the dry, hot, bleak Lands of Pain.  Desert lands once again stretched across much of the southern lands, and though she could see the Seven Jewels – a series of small, still lakes further to the east – Baveras still grieved the loss of water that had once brought life to the Rahaz-Dath.

Ta’las then looks sidelong as Z’doth, with a sombre look in his eyes.  “It was at this point, that Baveras is thought to have actually prayed – if one can imagine a goddess praying.  To what, we cannot be sure, but the elves of Sharadon tell of some entity that actually created the gods themselves.”  The Shendar shrugs and looks back at the path before them.  “Perhaps 'Teri or Capher can speak more to this, though I must admit I am not knowledgeable of such things.”

“It is said that Baveras looked skyward for a long time.  Long enough that the southern desert winds tore at her grey veils and dried her hair.  Nothing – no animals, nor plants could stand the howling of the winds nor the blasting of the sand-filled air. The grass on the Narfost Plain turned yellow and the waters of the Sharadon receded. When Baveras finally lowered her hands, she was surrounded by nothing but sand, but she grieved no longer.  For when the Goddess of the Sea looked once again to the skies, she saw what would be the salvation of the desolate lands around her.”

The Shendar purposely stops at the point in the story that he recalls his mother-sister used to send he and the other children to bed.  He remembers being angry with her, for even though he knew the story, Ta’las loved to hear its ending, and how Baveras succeeded in her task.  He reaches into his saddlebag for his waterskin, and takes a long drink.  “Ahh, that is good,” he says and holds the waterskin out to Z’doth.  “All this talk of deserts and sand must be trying.  Perhaps I should finish the story tomorrow?” he asks with a smirk.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 25, 2006, 04:11:23 AM
Capher saw Ken nod his head to his question and then continue his barrage of non-stop talking about one thing or another.  Capher almost could hear the rising and falling of a certain cadence to Ken's voice that was almost appealing.

As the rode to the vale Capher's mind tuned out Ken's voice as he worked upon the riddle that the elves had given him and the others.  He half-listened to Ta'las's story of his homeland.  Capher could have told him who Bavaras had prayed to but decided to let it pass.

He looked at the others in turn and wondered what they were thinking, Talia was the last.  Though she seemed alright, Capher knew that she was not and hoped that the brownies could cure her and bring her back to her full youth and vitality and that he knew so well.  

He wondered if the brownies could help Terra as well.  As far as Terri, only time can heal a broken heart.  But her brother and his supposedly claim upon the Heart also concerned him and he desperately wanted the Heart back in his possession.

Finally he spoke to Ken, "Ken, my little friend, what do you call your sword?" He asked hoping his question was heard between Ken's babble.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on April 25, 2006, 08:49:23 PM
Kenrril, caught completely off guard by Capher's question, stopped mid-word. "...whe-... I- what? My sword? I... Well, that's an excellent question. You know, I've never thought to title such a simple thing as a blade, and yet we give some kind of name or another to all of our friends, don't we? Foods, people, animals, clothing, even friends of our own imagination. Tell, old man, where do you get this inspiration. Now I shall have to think of a name for my blade. It will have to be a powerful sounding name, too, something long, like an elf would give, but not flowing, like the elven tongue. Of course, it can't be rough, like orcish, but it would have to be more rolling, something maybe dwarven-sounding; you agree? And it would have to be something long, yet something I could simplify to remember it well. That would start with a 'k', or maybe an 'R'. The more I think about it, the more I would start it with a 'J', or even an 'N'. So, we have the blade 'J... j-jr...Jrea... no, that's more flowing. Besides, it's also far too simple to say. So we'll make it Jrae; but remember, that's only the first. It's going to be long, right? So we call it Jraekinannrily. And you have to kind of roll or slur the 'nann' part just so, so the second 'nn' is almost more like an extended 'd'. And, for simplification, I'll just call it Rily. That sound good? I think I could see someone going into battle, and shouting, 'Face my might, and the wrath of Jraekinannrily! For..."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 26, 2006, 03:06:23 AM
Capher laughed at Ken's remarks. "Jraekinannrily" Capher said trying to roll the "nn's" like Ken had suggested. "Is that right?" he asked.  He preferred just Rily, as it was short and to the point. But Ken was never to the point nor was he short, of words that is. Capher just shook his smiling. He was begining to like this little man the more he became to know him.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on April 26, 2006, 07:50:23 AM
Talia rides at the end of the group, and that suits her well, for from one moment to the next, she has fallen in a sad mood. What is only the matter with her? She can‘t remember, that she was in such a mood without a reason before, without knowing why. That is just not her nature. She looks at Teri, who is very quiet since the moment when she had to realise, that Morcaanan was gone. Well, it is always depressing, when a love which had not even started was cut so short, like if someone stomps on the first promising new green showing on the ground. Should it be the same with her, Talia? Does she miss Koldar? It is only a few weeks, that she herself had to realise, that he was gone. She had always hoped to see him back one day - one day soon. Her head drops. No, there was nothing between her and the Knight of the Moonlight, nothing to be sad about, there had be no time for it, there was not even time to hear his stories about .. yes, about dragons diving in the sea - she rememberes well. . A tear rolls down her cheek, but then she blinks the moistness away. What if somebody had seen it - what should she say?

Maybe she should distract herself a bit. So she nudges Swing with her toes and rides besides Teri.

„Teri, you didn‘t say anything . I mean, if we should take this little fellow with us. Terra seems a bit annoyed, though I‘m not sure, I read her ex-pression well, it is difficult with her always calm face.  

***Astropic of the day***
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on April 26, 2006, 08:59:23 PM
'Teri's initial response is a light shrug, but she cannot turn her friend away. Looking over, she briefly sees a token of sadness fleeting from Talia's face, and she straightens her back, taking in a deep breath and bringing her shoulders back slightly. For an instant, she tightens her jaw, and then forces her lips into the polite smile of the elvenkind. "I see nothing wrong with him. Terra argues that forces equal to or greater than Seyella might have sent him; I guess I don't have the heart to ask her if she feels we ride for Queprur. But as for Ken, I do not object. In all honesty, I find him at times amusing, when he isn't mildly annoying. I will state when I take the time to listen, it is always an enlightening thing, whether to the heart or mind. Don't you agree? Still, I do feel his purpose is limited; he can speak and show, but I fear his wind in battle would be too taken in conversation than the duel."

Her smile broadens, becoming more natural, a little less forced, and she raises the back of her right hand to her forehead, shaking her head lightly, as if only just scarce of laughter. "Is it a plague? I've begun babbling as well. I hope you understand me."


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I have so sworn...

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on April 26, 2006, 09:40:23 PM
"Right enough. It helps if you form your sounds from the back of your teeth, rather than the top of your throat, or, as most, the center of your mouth. I've heard some that form their words just inside the lips, and do not doubt when I tell you it is torture to listen. I don't worry much anyway, I often fail to listen; I hear my friends, but no one else does. That's because most of my friends are imaginary. I can count six now who aren't, and I listen to them sometimes. I like the one that tells stories, he's a lot of fun. I like to hear of Baveras. She's the enemy of Foiros. Someone said they never share the same house, but I've never seen them. I would like to visit the Shendar some day. I hear tales of giant snakes down that way, that could take a halfling like me in a single swallow. I wonder if the find it tasty. Not that I'd worry; I'd stick Rily in its throat as I went down, and if I died, at least I'd get my vengeance. If I lived, all the better for me. I've never really killed anything, you know? Sure, I've fought before, won some, lost as many, but actually killing..."

And so Ken speaks as they travel, his thoughts wandering as much as the light clouds in the sky, and his speech following them as readily. Eve nearly past and night begins to fall as Ta'las and Z'doth eventually name a spot to rest, and they set up camp. A beautiful spot, a fair clearing surrounded by an at once impenetrable and yet open-feeling run of a heavier wood, not far distant from a tiny-yet-full, bouncing trickle of water. Once dismounted, Ken spends his time conversing at Ta'las, speaking of whatever subject comes to mind, but beginning with food. At the mention of food, 'Teri begins to prepare a little supper, something more filling than trail rations, and has only just begun when Kenriil's sharp senses catch what is happening, and he busies himself in it, excluding her as he does so, much to her annoyance.

Granted, however, when it is finished, she is delighted with the results, and finding it hard to scold him, settles it with only a smile and a light shake of the head, taking her portion of the sweet, thick soup in a cup and moving to unpack her bedroll while it cools. Ken, proud of his accomplishments, finds Capher and cheerily informs him of the fruits and herbs he used to create it, bringing out as a final touch his pouch of sugar, stating that he filled it himself, and kept it with him everywhere he went. His own portion of the soup is stored in one of the myriad leather pouches he carries, after emptying it of its contents, namely a few san and some dust from the leaves of an unidentifiable plant. Setting it down only spills it out, and tossing it in the air proves to empty it even faster. Finally, he contents himself with sitting next to the old man, holding the pouch by the drawstrings, and dangling it in front of his own face as he talks.

And so passes the night, Kenriil warning himself of poisonous plants all through the night as he sleeps. He awakens to light, albeit not quite sunlight, and a few members of the camp stirring about. Deeming it time to be moving, and not wanting to be a burdern, he quickly arises, moves down to a nearby running stream, washes his face and takes a drink from a handy spot as the water runs off a lovely green and brown stone. Green, of course, due to moss. That finished, he moves back to the camp proper, and begins to prepare a quick, cold breakfast of herbs found at the trailside and near the stream.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 27, 2006, 01:56:23 AM
It was Ta'las and Zdoth who first found the place to spend the night. They had all dismounted, Capher took the saddle off of his horse and let it graze upon the abundant grass.  Teri had started supper, when Ken rudely, thought Capher doubted it was intentional, stepped in and finished.  It was to Capher's amazement a very good soup.

It seemed that Ken had attached himself to Capher and through his continual talking, showed him pouches that he carried, not much was in them and the little man delighted in throwing them up in the air watching for whatever fell out, which was not much, a few sans, and dried old plant leaves.

He had wanted to talk to Terra a bit more about her heritage, but Ken seemed to take up the talking space, even when he was asleep, he talked.  Fortunately for the rest they could move a bit farther away from the little man, Capher however was not so lucky; eventually he fell asleep.

The following morning, Capher was not so jovial and as the others began to wake up he noticed Ken had arisen and was preparing breakfast.  I wonder if that is all he does, is eat and talk? thought Capher.

Capher had had enough of herbs and wanted meat. So he went to the stream and fashioned himself a pole, with some string and hook and sitting by himself, feeling the warmth of the rising sun, he caught himself a mess of trout.  He brought the fish back to the camp. "Anyone for some nice fish?" He asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on April 27, 2006, 02:41:23 AM
Zdoth had been up only for a little while, tending to a small fire.  He had been thinking about Talas’ story, and was actually excited to hear the end of it.  He had a story he would tell Talas, if he was interested, after Talas had finished his story of course. Zdoth was pondering this when Capher returned with fish.  Zdoth quickly hopped up and walked over to Capher, saying  “If you would like, I could cook them.  I know a very good recipe for trout.”



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on April 27, 2006, 10:59:23 AM
Ta'las nods to Capher as he approaches with the fish.  The Shendar manages to suppress a grin, suspecting that his friend had snuck away earlier to spend some time alone, after having spent much of yesterday with Kenrill.  Ta'las had listened to the talkative halfling for a lengthy period of time yesterday, and found Ken to be amusing, but very confusing, as he frequently shifted the focus of his conversation.  Despite that, the Shendar liked the little halfling.

"I would love some fish, Capher.  I just need a short moment to wash up."  Ta'las grabs a small pouch containing his razor and a mirror from his saddlebag, and then walks to the stream.

He quickly washes his face, arms and torso in the cold water of the stream, and shaves the stubble from his chin.  When he is finished, Ta'las checks his face in the mirror before heading back to the group.

The Shendar places his pouch back in his saddlebag and surveys the group.  Capher and Z'doth are cooking breakfast, while Ken is working on what looks like a salad.  He notices Terra, her Moonblade close at hand as always, and crouches next to her.

"Terra, I have never seen a Moonblade before meeting you.  I am wondering, what is it like to wield such a beautiful weapon?  Is it true that they contain magic?"

Ta'las

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on April 27, 2006, 08:51:23 PM
"Fish? Oooh, ooh, I can do fish."

Ken takes up a quick jog from where he'd been crouching to pick leaves, toward a fire, which seems to be the destination of Capher, and thus a fair portion of fish. Or more than fair portion of fish, Ken notes gleefully as he looks up to Capher, then to the fish, then back to Capher, then to the fire. He is speaking quickly about fish, which wanders into a light conversation about pirates, and rather on a sudden he draws out a number of his pouches. "To make real good fish, you'll want some of this, and some of this, and just a little of this. It goes better if I had a few others, but I can't seem to find them around here. Ah, well. I'll find them eventually. Maybe when I get home I can ask mother for some, she usually has a bit on hand. Then again, mother...


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on April 28, 2006, 12:16:23 AM
Every waking moment Terra seems to have maintained a constant viggil, watching Kenrill and the area around them closely, she also seems to have sunk back into her cool emotionless state. She just sat a short distance away and had not spoken to the others since her warning to Capher, then Ta'las came and crouched beside her and asks about her Moonblade.

"A Moonblade has not magic, it is its design and the skill of the one that wields it that make them powerful. Simply thrusting, stabbing or slashing with a Moonblade would feel clumbsy, the blade by nature of design want to travel in a steady arch. As with every weapon it is but a matter of knowing how to wield it."

Terra takes a moment to scan arournd them tehn speaks again.

"What do you think or our small guest? I can only hope Capher is right and the forces that aid us have allowed him to cross our path, but I am not removed of mind, even if my head still hurts a little from time to time, to think that he may not bring danger to us even if it is not his will."

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on April 28, 2006, 12:34:23 AM
When Ken came over, drawing out pouches and blabbing on, Zdoth held up a hand to silence him, but not waiting for him to stop talking, Zdoth said, “Be patient, we must honor the spirit of the fish, if we honor them they may reward us, if we do not, then we could be punished.”  Zdoth quickly thanked the spirits for their sacrifice and looked over at Ken. “Now, let us work together and cook the fish.”  Zdoth pulled out several of his own pouches and offered to use his herbs to spice the fish.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on April 28, 2006, 02:11:23 AM
Capher was more than happy to let Zdoth cook the fish he caught, but then Ken had but in. Zdoth was gracious to Ken and Capher's assessment of the guide rose a notch.  He did not know this Zdoth and even though he was recommended by the elves, Capher still held back judgement of someone until he came to know him.  Besides, Zdoth was from a continent that Capher knew nothing about and that made him wary.

Could this continent have men or wizards powerful enough to raise the shade of Eckra and start another War of the Chosen?  That thought kept on coming back time after time and he meditated on it as he watched Ken and Zdoth finish cooking the fish.  He hoped it would not take long, as he found himself very hungry.

While he waited for the fish to be done he half-listened to Terra and Tal'as's conversation.  The moonblade seemed to be Terra's favorite weapon, but Capher recalled a time when Sophronian women relied upon other weapons. It was a time when the Sophronian's ruled most of the eastern part of the world.  It was a time...  Capher's thoughts drifted as he waited for the time when he would be able to tell Terra of her amazing heritage and how he is part of it.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on April 28, 2006, 11:18:23 AM
Ta'las had listened intently as Terra had told him about the Moonblade and its use.  The warrior had been so consumed during their earlier battle with the mercenaries, and so had not seen Terra use it.

Then Terra looks around and asks him quietly about the halfling.

"I agree that he would not willingly bring evil upon us," he replies quietly.  "It does not seem to be in his nature.  However, I do fear that his inability to keep quiet could be to our undoing at some critical time if we do not watch him carefully.  And then I wonder if he might not get us into some trouble with simple mischief."  

Ta'las tilts his head slightly and smiles at Terra.  "Shall we agree that at least one of us will keep close to our little little companion when necessary?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on April 30, 2006, 05:33:23 AM
Talia keeps on talking to Teri for a while, but then falls silent again. When night is approaching and the Injčrá is setting, Ta‘las and Z‘doth find the place they stay for the night. Teri starts to do a meal, but their new companion takes the work out of her hand - and leaves Teri not very pleased. Talia wonders about this hobbit. He is quite nice, though obviously he can be a bit annoying as well and if he should  - out of any reason - stay with them, somebody needs to teach him some manners . Or better tell him to watch better the needs and feelings of others...

The soup however is quite nice he has created, though this is no excuse. Soon after star rise, a quiet Talia wraps herself in her blanket next to Swing and is soon asleep. Weird dreams are tantalise her and she only finds a sound deep sleep when morning is approaching. So she wakes only up when the smell of fried fish finds its way into her nose. She rises slowly, pads her Aj‘nuvic and just with a nod to the others and a murmured „morn“ she goes to the next coppice to relieve herself. The little stream nearby attracts her as well, but she goes beyond the place Ta‘las was and follows it a bit stream up.

After five minutes she finds the perfect place - the rivulet winds itself around a bolder and has formed a little pool. Just right for a little bath to wake up and wash away the weariness and the bad mood, a vestige of her bad dreams.

She looks around and checks the surrounding, but then shrugs her shoulders, undresses and walks slowly into the cold water. Washing herself and  splashing around a bit she gets a bit warmer and the last remnants of sleep leave her, her mood rises and a smile comes to her face  - until she looks up and her gaze sweeps along the trees near the  water: Not far from her, maybe ten peds, a huge figure stands watching her. It is far more than two peds high, covered with red clay and has a number of - human -  sculls hanging around its neck. The „beast“ - if it is one, but Talia has the strong impression right now -  has very broad shoulders, long arms and stands there haunched over. His face is incredible ugly, a row of long sharp teeth, made to be able to tear raw meat, are visible.

Talia closes her eyes for a short blink, but it is still there, when she looks again. She doesn‘t know what to do - her clothes are lying in the direction of this creature. She starts to tremble - because of the cold water or because of the frightening sight is not quite clear. Finally she takes a big breath and

SCREAMS

And an aj'nuvic sets itself into motion..

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on April 30, 2006, 01:38:23 PM
Ta'las looks up in alarm when he hears Talia scream.  "Blessed Seyella - that was Talia!"  Swift is already racing toward its bondmate, before Ta'las dashes toward his Aj.  The Shendar whistles through his fingers and Desert Rose is at once ready.  Using the straps and bindings on his Aj'nuvic, Ta'las jumps onto his mount in an easy, fluid movement, and is at once racing toward where he heard Talia scream.  The Shendar draws his sword as Desert Rose races forward, following Swift, who is quickly closing the distance between itself and its bondmate.  

"Talia!  We are with you!" he shouts in his native tongue, hoping that he is not too late.  Through the trees, still some distance away, he can see a figure in the water near a large boulder, and a massive creature with red fur on the bank of the stream.  

Right behind him, Ta'las hears the others.  He shouts a battle-cry and urges Desert Rose forward even faster.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on April 30, 2006, 02:12:23 PM
At the scream, Kenriil's face gains an involuntary dark smile. For a moment he falls silent, standing from his work with Z'doth and the fish, and then speaks a single word: "Trouble."

Of course, by the time the word leaves his lips, Ta'las and several others have already sprung to action, and Ken bolts off after them, his feet carrying him as surely as the hooves of any horse, if not nearly so fast. His left hand whips the blade off his back as the first desert-mount disappears, and then they round the final bend. Ken, his voice gone considerably softer, speaks of battles, wars, monsters, maidens, fish, and stones, the last coming into his mind as he takes up a place behind one, squatting low by spreading his legs far apart, his blade at the ready to spring out whenever opportunity presents itself. His upper torso, from about mid-way up his ribs and above is clearly visible, but laying prone would cover him entirely.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on April 30, 2006, 02:22:23 PM
It wasn't the fish that arouses Aueniteri Seianadriel from her own nightmares, but the scream. Beside her lies her father's longsword, and she wastesno time in rolling atop it, and springing to her feet with it firmly in hand. Resolutely, She takes a few running steps toward a tree, and without using her hands to pull her up, jumps into the middle branches in two steps. She moves as close as she can stand toward the sound of the chaos, and cuts a few limbs aside for a clearer view.

It is apparent that Talia had, with an almost warranted lack of concern, gone to take a bath, which sounds like a wonderful thing to 'Teri at the moment as well. Then, the beast, which is all too close to any kind of protection for the practically exposed Talia. 'Teri's first initiative is to draw it away. With that in mind, she steps back, takes another quick pair of running steps, and leaps toward it, executing a full somersault in the air immediately before she lands on one knee directly before it. Quickly, she tumbles off to her left, regaining her feet immediately following, takes an unaimed vertical bottom-to-top slash at it as she stands, and makes a quick pair of handsprings behind her to escape.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Garrek Driel on April 30, 2006, 02:39:23 PM
His horse whinnies - a dire flaw at a crucial moment. Slowly, he draws back, looking at the hideous beast. A light snort of amusement escapes his nostrils at the sight of those who come to the fool woman's aid - not only the men, and one he hadn't accounted for, the halfling, but more particularly his sister's antics in attempting to draw the beast away. Brave girl; possibly finally brave enough to get herself killed. But no, she is evading, even before she has ascertained whether the beast has noticed her presence.

Beast? Or is it a man? Possibly an orc? The human skulls around its neck suggest it may be something along the lines, something goblinoid, if not orcish in full. An ogre? Best guess. Living mostly in the Zeiphyr and Quallian, Garrek hasn't had the exposure to such creatures to know at a glance. But then, even that is nullified at the sight of its hair. Ogres, in his mind, are not so hairy. Whatever it is, the battle promises to be interesting.

Then, Garrek's eyes fall on the old man, and he turns himself and mount away, disappearing into the far tree line. It will be enough to recognize the aftermath, he need not draw the attention of that old fool, not just yet.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on April 30, 2006, 08:32:23 PM
Swing arrives at the little stream where she has heard the scream of Talia as the first, but she doesn‘t attack the beast, for an aj‘nuvic is a quite clever animal. Not knowing what kind of foe her bond mate has encountered, it steps just into the water and places herself behind Talia, making her presence known. Meanwhile some her friends are hurrying to her help as well.
Talia has no problem with being nude, for the Shendar see a naked body as something natural, but the morning cold is biting her. So when she sees the beast engaged, she dares to snatch her clothes, but manages to catch only her tunic. She slips in it quickly, but it is not really something which can keep you warm. So she mounts Swing, who can warm at least parts of her with her fur  and looks then , still shivering, at how she can help to fight this creature - without any weapon, apart from Swing .

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on May 03, 2006, 12:21:23 AM
The scream broke the morning's silence. Birds flew in the air calling out their distress signal.  Capher looked up in amazement as Swing took off, then Ta'las, Ken and he even noticed Teri going to the sound of the scream through the trees??

Capher began running and in a blink of an eye Capher was no longer there but an Ashmarian wolf, brilliant white in color, then it turned into a fox, then into another wolf, before turning back into Capher who was totally exhausted.

Sweat streamed down his face. His head pounded like someone striking an anvil and he felt weak, so weak.  He collapsed upon the ground.  He could not even gather enough strength to claw upon the ground.  He lay there listening to the battle, but could do nothing about it.

His frustration grew and finally with a herculean effort he forced himself to stand up.  His legs felt like lead as he tried to walk to where the battle was. He finally saw the creature that made Talia scream. An Ogre? Here? He thought.  Why? And what were its intentions?  It just seemed to be watching, not fighting, though his comrades were acting as if he were a danger, probably because of Talia's scream.

He tried to speak, but found he had no strength. He lowered his head, with his hands upon his knees and slowly fell to the ground.  "Wait!" He tried to say, but his voice was carried away by the wind, and the noise of the birds, animals and the battle.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on May 03, 2006, 12:56:23 AM
Terra was to her feet the moment she heard Talia's screem, the distinctive ring of a Moonblade being drawn without reguard for stealth fill the air as she ran. As the distance closed her strength begins to waver and both Teri and Ta'las take the lead. Knowing her strenght would not last long in a direct confrontation with the creature that had caused Talia to scream, Terra instead of joining them take up a stand between Talia and her Aj and the creature.

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on May 03, 2006, 02:02:23 PM
When Zdoth heard Talia scream, he almost fell into the fire he was using to cook the fish with.  Talas and Teri had already ran over to where the scream came from, and Zdoth sprinted off, but his feet slipped, sending him sliding into a rock.  This dazed Zdoth for a moment, allowing the rest of their group to get to Talia before him.  As quickly as he could, Zdoth stood up and ran toward where he heard the scream, this time, arriving at the stream only to slip on a rock and fall face-first into the water.  Zdoth jumped up and glanced around, Teri had engaged the beast, but no one else was fighting, Talia seemed to be ok, she was sitting up on her Aj, not bleeding or anything, so he let out a sigh of relief.  Realizing all he had in his hand was his bone knife, Zdoth turned to run back to the camp, when he almost ran over Capher, he looked like he was sick, or something.  Zdoth turned around and yelled, “Help!  Something is wrong with Capher!” Not waiting to see if anyone shifted their attention to him, Zdoth asked the old man, “Can you speak?  What happened?”  Hoping to be able to get some answer.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on May 03, 2006, 08:13:23 PM
Ken's attention moves from the beast to Zdoth, and eventually to Capher, and he knows where his usefulness lie. Not in the next century could he strike hard enough to penetrate an ogre's skin, but it is a small matter to move an ailing man to safety. He slowly backs away, and breaks into a run, his babble now going at a notably increased rate as he reaches Capher and Zdoth.

"Right, we came. Capher; right. Now what? Lift, carry? Back to camp? Come on, Capher."

Ken did his best to help Capher into a comfortable position, all the while talking about wounds and beasts and women and blades and old men and wolves and battles and herbs; his conversation sliding smoothly into bandages and rest and night-time, and a myriad of other things, truly too much to mention, before he eventually got around to asking Capher what he could really do to help, and, out of breath and recovering from an adrenaline high, he stopped talking. Simply became silent, and waited for Capher's response.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on May 04, 2006, 12:17:23 AM
Capher breathed heavily, "The...ogre...watching...not...fighting. I...will...be...alright." He smiled weakly, "Guess...too...old.  See...to ...Talia."

Capher waved them on as he sat down.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 05, 2006, 11:48:23 AM
Ta'las took a position a number of paces to Terra's left, but a little closer to the ogre, and sized up the massive creature.  It seems distracted, perhaps unsure of whom among the party to attack first.  The Shendar keeps his blade in his fist, but does not wave or point his sword at the ogre.  "Leave beast, there is nothing here that can be easily taken," he says, unsure if the ogre is able to understand his words.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on May 05, 2006, 08:02:23 PM
The ogre seems almost startled at Talia's scream, its eyes lifting, seeming to peer from under its large forehead as it focuses on the sound. It grins wildly, thoughts of fleshy human wandering through its idle mind - but it is distracted before it can react by a herd of the human-thingies coming, and beasts, too. There will be much smashing today. The one human-thing is riding a beast, next to another human-thing, and he begins to slowly advance toward Ta'las and Terra, before another human-thing appears beside it, and steel is flashed in a rather obvious and aggressive manner.

In a broad step, it moves toward Aueniteri as she moves back. More sounds, and the screaming human-thing in the water is now mounted and quickly making its way to the other side of the shore. Then, its eyes fall once again on the protecting Ta'las and Terra, and one of the human-things says something. The ogre mimics some of the motions of the human-thing's mouth in mockery, and goes for his hammer, giving a loud, primal shout.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on May 06, 2006, 02:22:23 AM
Zdoth nodded to Capher and ran over to Talia. “Capher said not to fight it.  He said the Ogre is just watching, not fighting.  I agree with him, we should not fight it if we can help it.  An Ogre is not just a band of riders on horses, Capher is sick, and you and I do not have our weapons, it would be foolish to fight if we can avoid it.”  Just as he finished the ogre gave a loud roar, Zdoth turned to see the ogre grab some weapon, “Talia please,” Zdoth said as he turned back to her, “we must not fight.”



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 09, 2006, 07:26:23 AM
Talia is horrified. She has never seen such an animal before, or better such a creature, for it uses weapons, she has not imagined, that in the relatively safe surroundings of middle Santharia with New Santhala not too far away such a beast would emerge. But she is not only terrified because of the beast - but because her carelessness - going away from the camp without proper weapon and bathing alone in a brook has endangered her friends. What could she do, sitting just with her tunic on her aj?

This beast is strong, maybe fast, but surely not as fast as an aj‘nuvic. And it looks quite silly, though that might be wrong. If she teases it, would it follow?
When the creature is about to lift his hammer, she gives Swing a slight message with her toes, tears her tunic again from her body and dashes with two long aj‘nuvic steps towards the beast, past Teri and Ta‘las, throws her tunic into the face of the creature and is past it. She hopes it will follow her - and not be able to run as fast and with such endurance as her Swing.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on May 10, 2006, 01:49:23 AM
Capher watches with shock, awe and wonderment as Talia, rips off her only clothing, throws it in the ogre's face and runs with Swing.  He can only imagine that Talia did not hear Z'doth and is trying to get the creature to follow her.  Why?, was a question Capher was trying to answer but all he could think of was the image of Talia, naked, riding Swing.

The image reminded him so many times of stories of fair maidens capturing the fabled unicorns and could only capture and ride them in a full moonlit night and they had to be naked.  Maybe, he thought, in the south the peoples there have no qualms about being naked, but here in the northlands, a naked body is hardly ever seen and to be naked, hoping some fierce creature will follow you, somehow to Capher seemed...erotic, but also humorous.  So he began to laugh.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on May 10, 2006, 08:15:23 AM
The ogre quickly drops the hammer, and whips the tunic off his face, seeing only just a flash of soft skin as Talia rides past. In frustration it rends the tunic in twain and tosses it aside, then leans forward until its knuckles lightly touch the ground, its eyes now focused on Z'doth.

One knuckle just touches the handle of the hammer, and it grins wickedly. The hand wraps around the handle of its hammer, and, giving another roar, launches itself with both back feet toward Z'doth. Its left hand lightly touches the bottom of the stream as its right raises the hammer high above its head, and in the same instant, brings it quickly down where it last saw Z'doth's head.

'Teri reacts quickly as it begins its first jump, landing on its back as it lands mid-river. She loses her balance at the motion of its left hand, which has reprecussions both good and ill. In her attempt to regain her footing, she is missed by the hammer's backswing. However, she catches the handle of the hammer, near the head, just as it is going forward.

As she is thrown, she makes a quick slash toward the back of its neck, succeeding in drawing blood, but little more, and is launched helplessly away. The ogre spins, even before its hammer reaches the ground, its focus drawing from the strike a little as it tries to determine what has cut it, and its eyes fall again on Ta'las and Terra.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 5/10/06 0:23


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 10, 2006, 11:45:23 AM
"Come then, beast," Ta'las goads.  "See what it is to face a warrior from the south."  The Shendar taps his Aj'nuvic's left side, and Desert Rose makes a quarter circle around the ogre, so that the creature is now directly in front of 'Teri.

His Aj'nuvic then makes a dangerous lunge forward.  For a few brief moments, he is within reach of the ogre's massive hammer, and Desert Rose sidesteps left as it swings the weapon.  The attack narrowly misses the Shendar, and he shudders as he ducks away from the creature.  Ta'las, still too far from the ogre to attack with his sword, backs Desert Rose away quickly.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 10, 2006, 08:31:23 PM
Talia only has to ride a short distance until realising, that her trick had not worked. She had hoped to be able to outrun the beast with her fast aj‘nuvic, but it hasn‘t followed her. So she stops and quickly  searches for some other clothes in her bags, but most are in the camp, just her thin cape is in its place . So she wraps it somehow around her body and goes through her remaining bags - and curses herself , that she hasn‘t thought at the additional sling she always carries with her. The sling she uses normally is fixed at her belt - which lies well in the range of the ogre. Unfortunately her whip and sword are in the camp, how could she be so stupid and forget all what the Shendar have told her about fighting and be careful when on the way.   The time in the dark lands must have done more damage to her as she had thought.

Dressed to her needs, she quickly returns to her fighting friends - but now equipped with a small, but deadly weapon.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on May 12, 2006, 12:22:23 AM
Capher stopped laughing when the ogre did not go for the trick, but became more enraged, tore Talia's cloth of his face and then fixed his anger upon Z'doth.  He saw Terri, do some fancy acrobatics to attack the beast but the attack was failed as Terri narrowly missed being hit by the ogre's hammer and then was brushed off his back like a pesty insect.

Tal'as was goading the beast to try to distract it as well.  His way with Desert Rose brought him credit, as he manuvered his mount as nimble as a horse, when the ogre smashed his hammer down and Desert Rose side-stepped out of the way.  Which seemed for such an animal an almost impossible thing to do, but Desert Rose did so.

Capher struggled and something clicked in the back of his memory, how he once defeated a giant not by force, but by subterfuge.  But would or could he shape-shift?  He felt so weak, but he must try.

He stood straight and tall, staring at the ogre even as it was advancing once again upon his comrades.  He began to focus all of his will upon himself.  At first nothing happened, then slowly his sight wavered and he began to see his comrades a bit smaller.

Capher slowly began to take the shape of another ogre, in blinks suddenly a roar shook the small valley and Capher was the one doing the roar.  He walked over and ripped out a small oak for a club and advanced upon the other ogre.  "Aarrrgh"  He said as he smashed the oak tree upon the ground and faced the other ogre.

Capher felt his mind becoming more like a ogre.  A problem any shape-shifter had, but Capher could always put whatever living thing's mind and baser instincts he decided to become at bay and in control.  But he was too weak and the beast slowly fought control over his mind.  If Capher did not release this form fast, he would become an ogre...possibly for life!

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 12, 2006, 11:16:23 AM
Wild-eyed, Ta'las draws Desert Rose away from the second ogre, as it advances on the first creature they had been fighting.  The Shendar curses under his breath for his stupidity.  An Aj'nuvic, though fast and strong, is not meant for such movement, and Ta'las was fortunate that his bondmate did not hurt its ankle, or worse.  

As such, he drops back from the fight and waits for the two ogres to engage one another, waiting to make a charge at the first creature when the opportunity arises.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Zdoth Natterath on May 12, 2006, 12:47:23 PM
Zdoth’s life was saved by sheer luck.  He turned to run, but slipped on another river rock, and lunged forward, just aside from the ogres hammer.  The shock from the hammer smashing into the ground next to him stunned him for a moment, and if Teri hadn’t interfered, he would have been done for.  With the ogre distracted, Zdoth had no idea how to help, other than to run and get his bow.  So he did.  Zdoth bolted across the river with everything he could muster.  The camp wasn’t too far away, only slowing down a little bit to grab his bow and arrows.  Zdoth kept running, nocked an arrow, and ran up to the edge of the stream.  But when he got back there was not one ogre but two.  He took a few moments to gather his wits about him, his adrenaline pumping still.  He remembered the hammer and aimed carefully at the ogre’s chest with the hammer, knowing that his poison will circulate through his system faster if he hits him there.  Zdoth held off firing until he had a shot, and fired.

Edited by: Zdoth Natterath at: 5/12/06 8:41


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on May 13, 2006, 12:20:23 AM
Capher's mind saw everything, but it did not register everything.  He could see, but the beast trying to take control could not comprehend, except now a puny creature had fallen into the river, had got up and scrambled away. That took some of the focus off of the other ogre.

Capher struggled both inside and outside and managed to finally focus on what he was and what he wanted to do.  He roared again and hunching down upon all fours, with the club firmly grasped between his right hand, he prepared for a charge.

He noticed something small strike his opponents chest, the beast inside did not recognize it but Capher knew it must have been an arrow.  He guessed the arrow had to have come from Z'doth, as he was the only one with one at the time.

He immediately rushed like a bull at the other ogre.  The sound of the two crashing bodies sounded like huge thunderclaps in the valley.  He bowled over the other ogre; the latter not prepared for such a rush especially after he had been hit by something that stung, but for just a moment.

Capher landed heavily upon his back and had lost his club, he rolled over and saw that that other ogre had risen faster than he and was aiming his hammer at his head.  Capher put up his arms to defend himself...

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 13, 2006, 03:28:23 AM
Talia has returned to the site of the fight and notices horrified, that there are two ogres! But the one ogre is attacking the first who has the hammer. Should it be...  Capher! The two have crushed together and both have fallen down, but to Talias horror only the one rises again- the true one, and he lifts his hammer to bring it down on Capher‘s ogre-body. She wished she would have her whip at hand , but she has only her sling. So she keeps distance, but loads the possibly deadly weapon with one of the sharpest stones she has with her.

She aims well, and the stone hits the ogre just over  one of his eyes. The skin is snapping, blood is streaming at once, covering the eye and filling it with the red liquid. The hammer falls down, onto the ogre‘s own feet, and he is touching his  eye, wondering were the blood is coming from.
Another shot, this time near the other eye, but not as well aimed, so not as much blood is covering the second eye, just enough to allow the ogre only a little sight. What will he do?Capher is not really out of his reach, so Talia starts to scream and shout to attract the creature and lead it in her direction. it works, but after a few peds the ogre stops again, still trying to get the blood out of his eyes.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on May 13, 2006, 06:10:23 PM
Kenriil is standing beside Capher, watching the action when he decides to become an ogre, and so is quite aware of what is going on. As one at a time his friends turn away and focus on the real enemy, Ken, dodging between Capher's feet as best he can, without tripping him up, starts talking again. Ogres, beasts in general, blades, battles, heroes, wizards, romance, hearts and emotions and eventually gemstones all fill the area around Capher; these and more.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 15, 2006, 01:56:23 PM
"Now, my friend," Ta'las hisses and nudges both of Desert Rose's flanks with his knees.  As the ogre is still trying to orient itself, his Aj'nuvic charges forward, making a straight line just to the left of the ogre.  Ta'las slashes downward at a diagonal, aiming below the massive creature's muscular ribs.  His stroke misses bone and draws a long line of blood across the ogre's left side, nearly cutting through the tough skin protecting its kidneys.  Ta'las nearly falls backward, and fiery pain tears into his shoulder as his arm is jarred by the momentum of his attack and the ogre's weight.

Still the ogre bellows, this time in some pain, as Ta'las and Desert Rose streak past, once again out of range of the ogre's hammer stroke.  The Shendar grimaces and clutches at his arm, but turns his Aj'nuvic back to face the ogre.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on May 17, 2006, 01:07:23 AM
Terra move around the battle ground prepaired to strike, but holds off waiting for the moment her faultering strenght could be put to good use. She had a slight headache since she woke, a legacy of the blow to the head she had suffered, none the less the exhersion now escalated it to a dull throb and even her equalibrium seems a bit off. All reasons she holds off her attack, she waits until Talia has mostly blinded the ogre with two well place sling shots and draws it way from Capher's ogre form, then charges at the ogres heels and slashes at the ogres ahillies tendon though bearly manages to get through the skin, and is forced to pull back, dizziness coming to her head.

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 18, 2006, 08:39:23 PM
Talia puts another stone, the heaviest she has with her, in her sling and aims at the temple of the ogre, though she has no idea, how strong his bones are and if a hit would show any effect at all. But being this the only thing she was able to do, she gives it a try. And the practise of long years pay off. She is able to put as much force into her throw, and her aim is perfect, so the ogre is it hard and after faltering for a blink, he first let his hammer fall and then breaks down himself , hitting the earth , his head colliding with a stone on the ground.

Talia is surprised at her success, and comes near, looking in astonishment at the ogre.

“I fear, it won‘t last long and he will wake up again. Can we distract him, so he won‘t follow us, and can we do something , that his unconsciousness will last a while? I don‘t really want to see him dead, he didn‘t do anything, it was my silliness which caused us trouble.“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on May 19, 2006, 08:44:23 PM
'Teri manages to extract herself from a very uncomfortable landing in a tree, just as the ogre falls. Her own landing is a little less than graceful, and, gingerly, she picks herself up off the ground, nearing the fallen beast as Talia begins to speak. Her jaw sets, she walks about it, next to its head. What more proof do they need?

Her right hand carries her sword, which is pointed down and away from the ogre, and with her free hand she reaches out and takes one of the trophies hanging around its neck. Gently, she lifts it, and turns it to face her, looking into the human skull's empty eye sockets. Then, she slowly lets it down, and raises her blade.

"An abomination; such a beast that kills for pleasure deserves its just dues."

She looks back up to Talia. "I can understand your unwillingness; were it not for this, I would hold no malice toward it either, but I cannot let such a thing go on."

Her hands are shaking lightly, partly from the good shaking she has recieved, but mostly from the stroke of death she is about to deliver."Still," she begins, her voice a whisper at first, "I cannot say that we..." Her voice breaks again, and she swallows a little. "Are fit to judge, and in an effort of fairness..."

Here, the beast begins to stir again, and 'Teri's nervousness increases tenfold. She places the point of her blade just above the shoulder, near the neck, and presses with all her might. It takes a short moment, but something eventually tears and gives way, and her blade slides down completely to the hilt before she quickly draws it out and tries to jump back, tripping in her effort to do so.

There is no loud roar, as the ogre only scarcely realizes, at the time, that its shoulder has taken such damage, and possibly other organs inside. Quickly, 'Teri wipes her blade on the grass, and scrambles to her feet. "We are not yet finished here," she whispers, glancing up to the ogre Capher.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 20, 2006, 05:03:23 AM
The ogre lays unconscious on the ground, but is already moving again despite her hit and the sword Teri has forced through his shoulder and probably his lung.

Talia looks horrified at the slightly moving ogre. She hadn‘t realised so far, that this were indeed human sculls around his neck. She doesn‘t know much about these creatures, so she does not really know, what would be best now - in the interest of them all, the ogre and maybe further victims of him.

So far she  had thought, that taking  his live would be not right, but what if he recovers enough to terrorises the next village? The area they are in is not very populated, but not deserted either, some Eyelian settlements are around. If they don‘t kill him now, will they be responsible for other killings he might perform later? The skulls around his neck show, that he has already killed not only beasts, but humans or elves as well.

While staring at him, he starts to move more vividly again and even attempts to lift his head, though it falls back to the ground again.

Helplessly Talia looks to her friends and whispers:

„I don‘t know, what to do! What is the right thing. “

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on May 20, 2006, 12:47:23 PM
A heavy fingered hand raked through the grass, loosening the pebbles and soil to reveal the roots of the flowering plants. "Tcha tcha," she said in a raspy yet feminine voice, scratching her nose with a dusty finger and snuffing down her whiskers. Eden's cascading red and blonde beard was neatly braided on either side and tossed casually over each respective shoulder to keep out of her way. Similarly, the dwarf's thick hair was plaited behind her and covered with a bright red bandana, tied up behind her ears. "Late to harvest.. I should have been quicker!" she pouted, standing with a sigh and stretching out her back.

Eden had been spending the past week in New Santhala, earning off an inn debt as a cook and general chore-doer. But, having paid off more than the amount due, the cleric had packed up and headed west in hopes of picking up a taste and skill for more aquatic dishes. She had been camping in the area the past while, trying to find some herbs and roots she had known to grow locally. But her stint at the inn had delayed her and it seemed that the poor chef had missed her prime time to harvest.

It was then, as she adjusted the small gathering basket on her arm which was half full with the few ingredients she had managed to attain, that Eden heard a most terrible cry. There were more shouts, and awful sounds coming from the distance. It was no act of nature to be sure, and the woman became flustered with concern. Her little legs pumping as fast as they dared go, Eden waddled briskly, all the while huffing prayers of protection to Urtengor, in the direction of the ruckus. Her pack bounded wildly on her back, the pots and pans strapped and buckled about clanging wildly around her and creating a most conspicuous racket.



Title: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on May 22, 2006, 10:09:23 AM
'Teri looks to her friend with her patient smile, although her own nerves are shattered into incalculably small pieces at the moment, and motions with her head to the struggling ogre Capher. "The right thing for you now is to bring our White Wolf back into a form he can control. Talia, it is never easy taking a life, whether man or beast... but justice has never been a simple path. Go on; he needs your help. I will finish what needs done here."

She remains, just out of the ogre's reach, and waits for Talia to turn away.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 23, 2006, 11:06:23 PM
Talia stands there, still staring, but then Teri‘s words come to her awareness bring our White Wolf back into a form he can control and she turns to Capher, who is still in the form of the ogre. What if he can‘t change back, if he is unconscious? What if he stays too long in this state and and remains an ogre, the beasts instincts taking control over him?

Talia goes quickly over to him, avoiding to look at the true beast, and knees down next to Capher, looking into his ogre face....
It is hard to touch him, with this look, but Talia places one of her hands on his chest , takes his one shoulder with the other and rocks him gently, talking to him.

Capher, Capher, wake up!  

She doesn‘t know, how she could help him. Though an old Baveras aid of the Shendar  had said, that she would have some basic magical healing abilities and that she could become an apprentice of Nehtor, she never took heed of this, though she often knew, which herb was good to cure which malady out if instinct. Should her  hands really have the might to heal? She doubted, but put them finally around the Capher-ogre‘s head, still speaking to him, pleading to get aware of himself again.

 

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on May 24, 2006, 11:53:23 AM
Conquering a felled tree, Eden hurtled through a pair of thick bushes only to trip on one deviously placed root, landing flat on her face. As she stood, huffing and wheezing from the exertion, Eden looked down at her mud-caked beard and soiled dress, and shrieked amidst the tinkling rattle of her equipment. "Oh what a day what a day!" she whined, picking a twig from her braids and glancing around her. It was then that she spotted what it was she had landed in. All about her, enormous footprints tore forth and jutting out her chin, the cleric pressed on.

It wasn't long until the little woman noticed a small gathering of voices, and inching forward and taking cover behind a comfortably stout bush, looked on. They didn't appear especially interesting, until Eden saw what it was they were looking over so curiously.

Her eyes bugged out at the sight of the two ogres and Eden squeaked a little shriek, managing to check it with grubby hands just in time. Unfortunately, a skillet rattled itself loose from her back and clanged terribly on a stone. Sure they had heard her, the holy woman gripped her staff and cowered, readying a prayer on her lips.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 24, 2006, 01:34:23 PM
Ta'las drops down from Desert Rose as Talia sees to Capher and 'Teri finishes with the ogre.  He looks thoughtfully at Talia - even in the face of an enemy as fierce as an ogre, she shows compassion.  The Shendar realizes he is still far from attaining Second Reality, as even now he would be inclined to kill the beast without hesitation.

Then, he hears the rattling of metal - something like cooking pots - against stone.  The Shendar whirls, sword in hand.  In front of him is a dwarf, looking somewhat scared and alone, with a staff in her hands.

Ta'las cocks his head to one side.  "What an amazing day, my friends," he calls to everyone behind him.  "It seems we have encountered yet another traveller on the road."  The Shendar lowers his blade, and nods his head.  "Greetings, stranger, and welcome.  You need not fear us, good dwarf, unless you were in league with this one," he adds, motioning to the wounded ogre 'Teri is standing over.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on May 25, 2006, 10:10:23 AM
"Greetings, stranger, and welcome. You need not fear us, good dwarf, unless you were in league with this one.

Eden looked the man over, puffing out her chin and smoothing her dusty black dress over her belly, her stout staff still quivering in one hand. "Hah! Me? With the likes of that monstrosity?," she huffed, lifting her staff up to emphasize her point. The little cleric did a remarkable job of masking her fear, her eyes drifting over to the comatose form of the ogre another woman was hovering over. "I am a dwarf, sir, and I'll have you know that we are a noble, honorable peoples. Why... to insinuate such a thing as me traipsing about with that beast is...is..." Her face was flushed under her beard and Eden's gaze hardened on Talas. "Who are you?"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on May 25, 2006, 11:50:23 AM
Ta'las nods to the dwarf and sheaths his weapon.  It is obvious from her outrage that she is not in league with the ogre, and neither had he expected a dwarf to be.  But today has been so filled with enemies, the Shendar is wary of letting down is guard.  "My apologies, lady dwarf.  I had not intended to give offense, but in such strange lands one must be vigilant."  

He takes a step forward and offers his hand.  "I am Ta'las, son of An'thavin of the Shen-Kha'si.  And you are?"  

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on May 27, 2006, 03:47:23 AM
It doesn‘t help, not the jolting of this shoulder nor the holding of his head, Capher stays in his form as an ogre. But he starts to move again and now Talia fears, that he will awake and be more ogre than human - or dragon.

Tears are coming to her eyes, for she fears to loose Capher, not long after they have found him again. Her eyesight gets bleared with the moistness, she removes her hands from Capher‘s head to remove her tears, but puts them back on his chest. She doesn‘t know, what to do and though she always was worshipping Baveras she turns in her desperation  to the goddess she knows, Capher was following, Seyella, screaming to her silently:

*Seyella, Seyella, you are the goddess of destiny and though it is said you can‘t change fate anymore, you still can help Capher. He was always your true servant, you need to help him! Seyella, oh Seyella, help him!*

Through her tears she doesn‘t see at first the shimmering setting in, but then she just stares, she has never been so close, when Capher had been shapeshifting. The ogre vanishes, strange forms, only visible not even a full blink, follow each other, images of huge wings and old eyes. And then, quite suddenly, the old man which she has learned to love during her travels lies in front of her. A sigh and a   *Thanks you Seyella* escapes her, and then she bows over the human form and hugs it.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Mortus Pryde on May 28, 2006, 02:24:23 PM
Terra manages to slow stagger ofver to Capher as he reverts back to his human form, leaving 'Teri to deal with the ogre, and Ta'las the dwarf who arrived apparently drawn by the comotion of the short struggle with the ogre. As Talia bends over and hugs Capher now in his human form, Terra kneels heavily besider her almost as if falling to her knees.

"How is he? I trust you were not harmed?", The slightest edge of concern for them is evident in her voice.

Mortus Pryde aka Arisa Moon and Terra Artemos
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on May 29, 2006, 07:02:23 AM
Eden looked the man up and down (namely up, given her rather miniscule stature comparably) and then nodded with his introduction. She clapped his hand in hers firmly, the other hand still occupied by the staff, and shook it vigorously, her stubby, soiled fingers vicing around his.

"Eenden Blunter," she began, opening her mouth to say a little more until her eyes found themselves drawn once again to the ogre. There, surrounded by an interested sort of people, now lay an old man where the dwarf could have sworn a ferocious beast had once rest. Her mouth slack, Eden loosed her grip on Talas and scooped up the hem of her skirt, shuffling forth wildly and falling to her knees by Capher's side.

"Sweet Father's whiskers," she whispered, making a discreet symbol in the air with her fingers. "What witchery is this!?"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on May 29, 2006, 09:36:23 AM
As they leave, 'Teri raises her blade once again.The ogre raised its head, looking menacingly to her, and for a moment their eyes meet. She takes a light step back, and with a tremendous effort the beast swings its left arm at her, which she sidesteps, moves in, and drives her blade into its neck.

The deed finished, she leaps back, out of the way of its final thrashings, watching the gruesome struggles as the beast dies.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on June 04, 2006, 10:55:23 PM
Ta'las joins 'Teri and nods in approval.  "You have considerable skill with your sword, Lady 'Teri," he says quietly.  "Your brother will have much to fear when you do finally face him."  He pats her lightly on the shoulder.

"We have met someone new," he says, motioning to Eden the dwarf, who is now kneeling next to Capher.  "I wonder if she is able to help our friend."

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on June 06, 2006, 08:45:23 AM
"'Tisn't glory," she responds with a quivering sigh, and walks carefully to the stream where first she rinses the blood from her blade, and wipes the water off on her trousers. Then, she steps up beside Ta'las, as together they watch from a distance the strange dwarf's interest in their friend.

"I don't know. I certainly hope so, but I doubt she could do much more than heal his body." A light smile bears for just an instant on her face, and she comments, "We ride in curious company."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 06, 2006, 08:06:23 PM
Talia raises her head from Capher‘s chest when she hears a voice next to her whispering:

"Sweet Father's whiskers: What witchery is this!?"

Through her tears of relief she sees a strange face and wonders. Wiping the last moistness out of her eyes doesn‘t help, the strange face is still there and to Talia‘s surprise , hasn‘t changed and looks still - like that of a dwarf. Talia has seen dwarves already, but this one looks differently - he has a chest! Staring still in a  quite impolite manner at said bodypart,  not saying anything to the newcomer,  it suddenly dawns in her mind and she realises, that this is a FEMALE dwarf - but with a beard! OF COURSE! Female dwarves do have beards, though some are shaving it now... The words this dwarven woman had said still ring in her head :

"Sweet Father's whiskers: What witchery is this!?"

So Talia gives a deep sigh, her exhausted mind races again - what has the dwarf seen , what should she, Talia say?  - The truth as far as it is necessary... again a deep sigh, and Talia answers:

„No witchery. The person you see here is one of the few shapeshifters which are said do still exist. But I assure you, you don‘t need to fear him, if you are not a very evil person. He is one of the nicest persons I met in my life. He has a great heart, is honourable and willing to die for his friends, as he just nearly proofed.“

While speaking to the dwarf, Talia is feeling  how her tears want to come again, when she is talking about Capher, she has really to do something against her emotions showing up so easily and trying to overwhelm her at  less fitting situations. So far she didn‘t really think she needed the help of the Brownies, but now she has to acknowledge that the elves of the Quallian might be true, which she wanted to defy so far. She fights her tears and manages a smile for the dwarven lady.  Looking  now closer at the woman kneeing next to her and Capher, she sees a red bandana over bright red hair, mainly a long beard - .not too clean, but with some dirt, leaves, twigs in it as if she has not long ago met the ground. Again a stranger, after Kenriil yesterday. Is Seyella, the to Talia fairly unknown Seyella interfering in their lives with sending strangers along? Though it was not yet obvious, which role Ken should play. Just not to miss a chance, Talia asks the dwarf bluntly.

„Do you know by any chance a way, to bring this man out of his unconsciousness? We need to travel on, and carrying him would be quite uncomfortable, for him and us.“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on June 06, 2006, 09:04:23 PM
Kenriil looks in curiousity at the stranger, standing now a short distance off, and talking softly about dwarves, and steel, and blades, and monsters, a Caphers- or Capher, as there is only one. Yes, that's right, there is only one Capher, and it is hi- or, that is, there is only one Capher, and it is the desert woman's Capher. This change comes about by the fact that the desert woman has nearly lost her mind over the old man's changing form. Was it changing to an ogre that hurt her more, or changing into a human again? Regardless, Kenriil walks closer, and looks Capher over.

"...like they do when they burn. That is, I think he's just passed out from the strain, which makes that a bad idea anyway. Sometimes sleep is the best cure for exhaustion. Heh, I think it always is. There could be situations when it's not, such as when the exhaustion is brought about by freezing. Then if you went to sleep, you'd finish freezing to death, and I don't think that's any better of a condition. Freezing is easy, they say. You just go numb, which doesn't really hurt, because you can't feel anything. I've gone numb before. I slept on a rock once, and I thought it was just a nice flat rock, but that's because I was really tired when I went to sleep. I usually notice things, like the bumps on those rocks. Like that middle skull, on the other ogre over there, it was a half-elf. Because there's human skulls and elven skulls, but that one was a half-elf, kindof like that lady over there, but more human. And he had his skull cracked once before, but it kindof healed over. Not real well, though. It looks like it made a bulge in his head for quite some time, until he died. Then you'd never notice the bulge in his head, because it's just part of his skull, where it grew a little funny. My father has a finger that grew a little funny. It's his little finger on his left hand. So when he puts his hand on the table, that one finger looks like it's trying to crawl under all the rest to hide. I wonder what it's afraid of. Maybe it thinks....

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 06, 2006, 09:47:23 PM
Talia ,waiting for the dwarf‘s answer,is again taken by surprise by Kenriil‘s comment that the unconsciousness of Capher could be actually helpful and good for him. She doesn‘t hear his following considerations about when it is not advisable to sleep and the further thoughts about this or that, but interrupts him as bluntly as she asked the dwarf:

„You think, we should allow him to remain in this state? But then we have to carry him. Any ideas, how we could do this?“

Looking around, she sees her friends standing  and watching, the ogre is obviously dead.

„Any other proposals?“ she asks, looking at everybody.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 07, 2006, 02:02:23 AM
Capher slowly came to but did not open his eyes.  He felt his head in the lap of someone and realized from the smell of the body, that it was Talia.  He heard a new voice and again curiostiy aroused as well as suspicion but he still did not open his eyes.  He heard Ken speak and almost laughed outloud when he spoke of freezing, and his father's finger and it took most of his control just to not to so or even smile.

Then Talia asked what they should do with him, he sighed inwardly, as he really liked his head where it was, but he knew that she was really worried.  He spoke, it was but a mere whisper, "I have an Idea. How about some water and some food and then we get out of here."

He opened his eyes and saw the female dwarf starring at him. "Well hello there Eden."

He knew that would be something for them all to talk about,How in the world did he know her name? especially Eden.  It always is a boon to be able to keep them guessing, especially when you do not know who's side they are on.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 07, 2006, 08:10:23 AM
Talia stares at Capher. He is awake! And he knows the name of the dwarven woman she hadn‘t known. Looking back and forth from Capher to Eden, she just manages to say:

„You two know each other?“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on June 07, 2006, 11:52:23 AM
Ta'las grabs his waterskin from his pack and sets down on one knee next to Capher.  "You never cease to make a lasting impression, my friend," he says with a smile, referring to both his shapeshifting and his ability to know so much more than the rest of the group.  He lends Capher a hand to help him up to a sitting position, and then hands him the waterskin.

"I fear that our breakfast may be burned, but we shall see.  Do you think you can stand with our help?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 07, 2006, 01:46:23 PM
Eden glanced over to find the human woman staring at her ample bosom most intently. Self conscious and somewhat alarmed (she would never grow used to these rude human tendencies. It only reminded her of the children who tugged so hard on her beard in curiosity), Eden nearly got up and left. It was then that she heard the distress in the woman's voice, and glanced down at the man. Sighing to herself, the cleric made an effort to focus on her words.

„Do you know by any chance a way, to bring this man out of his unconsciousness? We need to travel on, and carrying him would be quite uncomfortable, for him and us.“

"Aye... I don't know if it works on... shapeshifters," she stumbled over the unfamiliar word, but pretended not to notice, "but this should do the trick..." Ignoring the other happenings and discussions that went on about her, Eden swung the large pack from her shoulder and began noisilly rummaging through the contents, curious vials, jars and satchels of ingredients and experimental products toppling onto the grass.

Her quiet mumblings and knapsack plundering came to an abrupt stop when the supposed unconcious fellow spoke.

"Well hello there Eden."

Startled, the dwarf's stubby fingers fumbled the corked vial she had in her hand, tossing it into the air whilst the seal came undone. Before she could know what she had done, Eden gasped and inhaled the growing plume of rich, coral-colored spice. It inflamed her nostrils strikingly and the dwarf's face flung backwards and then forwards suddenly, letting out a masterful bellow of a sneeze.

"Mercy!" she cried after a few more sneezing bouts, Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, Eden stared at the man. "No. We do not know each other. Who are you and why might you know my name and who I am!?"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 07, 2006, 11:42:23 PM
Capher smiled weakly when Ta'las came up and offered some water, talked about their breakfast and offered to help him up, but he liked where he was.

The look upon Talia's face when he said hello to Eden was precious, "Ta'las my boy, if you do not mind I think I would prefer to be lying in the lap of Talia.  However I suppose that is up to her, is it not?  And, yes, I still surprise myself sometimes as well.

Suddenly Eden who had been searching in her bag of things when he spoke her name became startled and many things happened at once. She somehow inhaled a strange substance which caused her to sneeze, and a dwarven sneeze was nothing to sneeze about as they are very loud.

Capher burst out laughing watching Eden trying to stop sneezing; the whole scene was quite comical, and relaxing at the same time.  Strength returned to him quite quickly as well as his humor.  He looked up into Talia's eyes. "Talia do you still have that regeneration liquid you gave me a long time ago when we met Bium? Now that would help me recover."  Then he chuckled, "However I recall that too much of that stuff caused an...embarrassing side-effect. Do you remember?" He asked, then Eden stopped sneezing and said "No, I do not know him, and how did you know my name and who I am?"

Capher looked at Eden, smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "That my dear lady is my secret. None the less, welcome to our party."

He looked at the others standing around, Ken was still babbling, Zdoth seemed to be in a state of disbelievment and then there was Teri and Terra, They both seemed to be exhausted, but Terra's exhaustion seemed to be more mental than physical, though Capher knew that if you did not have mental toughness, your physical self could become weak.  All your body then relied upon was pure instinct, and though it was good for awhile, it was the mental that could help you through the real tough times.

He then remembered the ogre and using the helpful hand of Tal'as stood up and looked around. His legs were still a bit wobbly, but he recovered quickly with Tal'as's help. The ogre lay dead; his blood slowly seeping into the ground from a deadly wound to his throat.  He looked inquiringly between Teri and Terra, "Which one did him in?" He asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on June 08, 2006, 09:05:23 PM
'Teri feels her cheeks and forehead heat up uncomfortably as Capher, weakly standing, asks of herself and Terra which it was that gave the ogre the final blow. She slowly, almost as if she wishes it were not seen, slides her blade back into its sheathe,  and drops her gaze to Capher's feet, though he is a good distance off. "'Twas... my blade, sir," she responds softly, shakily, yet hopefully with enough strength that it can be heard. "I felt it was the best asnwer."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 09, 2006, 10:30:23 PM
Talia‘s face looks pallid, despite the desert-tan she hasn‘t lost over the last weeks in the deep forest. Now, that the ogre lies dead to their feet, they all could get back to normality, go to the camp and have breakfast. But why is she then so trembling? Capher, though still weak and needing Ta‘las help stands upright! Nobody seems to be hurt, what is a miracle when she looks at the dead creature on the ground. All are standing around, nobody moves on.

Teri has it done, she has killed the ogre, she has done, what Talia was unable to do, though it was obviously the only right thing to do. At the beginning of their journey, Talia had still called herself „fighter“, but she had laid down this title for her quite some time ago. But nevertheless, she had always thought, that she was brave, capable of mastering a situation. This time, she had failed. Not long ago, Talia had thought, that Teri was a guarded, maybe even timid person, with her fear of her brother and her low-key demeanour. And now she has killed the ogre. But it has not come easy to her either, as her reaction to Capher‘s question shows. She has outgrown herself, and now her hands are shaky, though she tries to hide it.

Talia looks at her, and a small smile comes to her lips. She doesn‘t know Teri for long, but a warm feeling for her fills her heart and she is happy, that she has found another friend. And despite the ogre still lying between them, she feels like a blessed person, having found another true friend. Impulsively, she goes over to Teri, stops short before her saying a „Thank you“ which comes from the heart  and then hugs the smaller woman tightly, putting her arms around her shoulders and drawing her near, not noticing, that Teri has still her hand at her swordhilt. Releasing her again after quite some time, she smiles now broadly in Teri‘s face:

“With friends like you our quest can‘t fail, I‘m sure of it!“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 6/9/06 14:32


Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 10, 2006, 12:45:23 AM
As everyone stood, Terra to made an effort to regain her balance and stands as well, staggering a bit but able to stand on her own. A small smile comes to her face as she looks around to see everyone she had come to know unharmed.

"Capher, my strength failed me. But I am glad no one is hurt. Should we not move on?"

Terra Artemos aka Mortus Pryde
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on June 10, 2006, 03:11:23 AM
'Teri's eyes raise a little as she sees Talia approaching her, although she dares not meet her companion's eyes, through shame for having destroyed the ogre after its defeat. She is a little surprised at Talia's smile, and considerably more so as Talia first thanks her, then hugs her tightly.

Aueniteri is almost completely stunned, and only just manages to release her blade and raise her hands enough to have touched Talia's waist before the embrace is over. Now, her own face reflects mildly the smile on Talia's face, although a little less certain, and she reaches out to put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

A little timidly, she looks Talia over, and her smile gains strength. "Your clothes are hardly sufficient. I might be able to help, though. I tend to carry a few replacements."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 10, 2006, 04:02:23 AM
Talia looks surprised down her figure and her eyes go wide for she realises only now, that she has only her cape wrapped around her form. She had completely forgotten about it, for it had been quite comfortable. She feels that she blushes and hopes, that it is not too visible under the canopy of the trees.

“Oh thanks, Teri, I have a second set as well. I think I can still use my trousers over there, though I surely will not touch my tunic.“

Talia feels now, as if all her companions are staring at her and her unusual outfit. Plucking at the cloth to get more of it around her waist to cover her legs as well, she waves with her other hand as if she wants to distract the views eying her.

“Come on, let‘s go to our camp and see, if we can save any of the breakfast. “

And turning to Eden, she asks her:

“Don‘t you want to come with us, Eden? .. And I apologise for staring at you, I was just not myself.“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 11, 2006, 07:51:23 AM
"That my dear lady is my secret. None the less, welcome to our party."


Rude! Eden could not believe what the fool was going on about, and was nearly steaming at the ears at the thought of him knowing her and she not knowing him. She stewed on the possibilities for a moment, red in the face and not letting her eyes leave the shapeshifter. Finally, when a series of glorious words had finally come to mind, the dwarf raised a finger and shook it, opening her mouth to speak.

“Come on, let‘s go to our camp and see, if we can save any of the breakfast. Don‘t you want to come with us, Eden? .. And I apologise for staring at you, I was just not myself.“

The dwarf looked Talia over. She was disheveled and curiously dressed, though the cleric had long learned not to hold such peculiarities against humans. Suddenly aware of her own appearance, the soiled black robes and disasterously unkempt beard, Eden flushed. It seemed these people would be heading off with or without her, and the dwarf was not about to let the queer fellow get away without an explaination. Besides, she could use the chance to get cleaned up and have another bite to eat.

Nodding curtly, she shot a glance to Capher. "I'll talk to you later," the cleric huffed, picking up her small bundle of roots and herbs, stamping her feet on the grass and looking about. "Well? Git a move, if you please!"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on June 12, 2006, 01:41:23 PM
As Ta'las helps Capher back to the camp, he overhears the women speaking about Talia's lack of clothing.  From his journeys outside the lands of the Shendar, he knows the tendency of most tribes to fuss over nakedness, though he still cannot understand the reason.  He looks back over his shoulder at the women, and notes that Talia is now covered up.  She has no need to worry, Ta'las thinks.  Perhaps it is because she has spent so much time away from our people.

The Shendar shrugs.  Then he glances at Capher, his eyes mirroring his concern.  "My friend, you seem as frail as you did when you healed Talia.  I suspect that was a powerful spell you used turning into an ogre, but I fear you may not be fully recovered.  Do you think you can seek healing in the Valley of the Brownies as we are doing for my Shendar-sister?"



Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 13, 2006, 02:15:23 AM
Capher was kind of surprised that Talia did not say anything to him, Not even about Bium or her strange liquid that helped him recover... He shrugged his shoulders, maybe she was happy that I was ok and now she was concerned about Teri, he thought.  As she walked toward Teri and hugged her.

Capher answered Teri in his own way, "Teri, it would seem that perhaps coming along is a way to test your mettle and harden you, as the steel you carry, so that when the time comes to confront your brother you may surprise him with your strength; outer as well as inner."

Eden was offered to come back with them to camp. She accepted but not without telling Capher that she was not through with him yet.  Capher chuckled, "My dear lady those moments will be a pleasure and I look forward to them.  Perhaps even during breakfast."

Terra came and told him that she had lost strength. "Terra, it would seem that you had enough strength to do what you had to do.  Your effort was not worthless, but as the matriarchs of your tribe did so long ago, they percevered, as did you."

Tal'as helping him up looked at him and told him that he did not look so well.  Capher thought, I feel well, I may be a bit weak...physically, but mentally I think I feel ok. I wonder if it is just my physical appearance that makes Ta'las think what he does?  And I doubt that the brownies would help.

"Ta'las, my friend. I do feel a bit exhausted physically, but my mind seems to be sharp.  I know I should not be this physically exhausted after what I did, so I know that I am not prepared to meet many such challenges.  However the brownies may help, but I believe the elves were telling me to go someplace else to receive my full powers.  But, to the vale we go for Talia and Terra and even possibly Teri could definately use their healing powers.  I too could use them as much as they are able to help me reach where I need to go."

He leaned upon Ta'las. "Now would you be so kind as to help me to our camp so that Eden can continue her tirade." he chuckled, "She sure is something else, is she not?  I am sure Seyella sent her to us, I just wonder why she sent a female dwarf to us to lead us to Kurik's Anvil and not a male?  It will be interesting to see how events turn out.  Will it not?  Oh, the best is yet to come, you proved yourself very well with your riding and swordmanship skills.  Your mother, or whatever you call her, I think would be proud of you. You protected the person you were sent to protect and did it well.  I am proud of you as well."

He looked around and noticed Zdoth in the distance he looked at Ta'las. "I wonder if our guide will ever get over the fact that I can shape-shift. You seem to have accepted that fact well, though I cannot for the life of me image why, most are frightened of shape-shifters.  I have never come across another one of my kind in many many years.  The last ones of my kind died over a mi...lets just say a long long time ago."

He paused, "I guess it is time to eat and I think Ken will be eating before we get there," he chuckled once again,
" then we should move on, the sun nor time waits for anyone.  Shall we go?" He asked his young friend who had been slowly helping him walk back to their camp.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on June 13, 2006, 09:10:23 PM
Though earlier the thought might have been enticing, the battle has removed most any hunger from Aueniteri, and instead of joining them, she perches herself in a tree, her left hand reaching up to a thinner branch for balance, while on one knee she watches the return to breakfast from above.  On one hand she feels it will be short, as few will wish to remain so close to the dead ogre; while on the other, it bears a good probability of being a long breakfast, as many will wish to recover, and Capher, at least, will wish to converse with their strange new companion.

Ken has managed to round up the remainder of the fish, and, of all the curiousities, appears to have sweetened it as he fried it with and - Ava only knows where they came from - a number of taenish eggs, as best she can tell. He is speaking of birds, and nests and wood, and fires, and cooking, and cinnabark, and rosemint and stuffed noses and a plethora of subjects that eventually fade into a continuous drone of chatter, which she fails to pick out more from unwillingness than inability.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injčrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Mortus Pryde on June 14, 2006, 12:26:23 AM
Terra nods at his words and follows Capher and Ta'las back, and a smile comes to her features, then she looks to Capher.

"Perhaps you could tell me more of these people of mine after we have eaten?"

Terra stumbles a bit though quickly regains her feet and watches the others move toward their camp.

Mortus Pryde aka Arisa Moon and Terra Artemos
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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 14, 2006, 03:11:23 AM
Capher again was surprised that another of his party did not seem fit to acknowledge him, Teri had left and was sitting in a tree as Ken prepared breakfast.  Perhaps she had enough? He thought.

Terra did acknowledge him and asked him to speak more of her ancestors. "Lady Terra it would be a pleasure to tell you more of your heritage. However as you have stated, after breakfast, I do not know why, but all of a sudden I am ravenous as a wolf and Ken's cooking seems to be inviting. Besides I also want to get to know our new-comer, our female dwarf, Eden.  Are you not curious as to how she came to be on this path?  I sure am."

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 14, 2006, 08:24:23 AM
Most of the group are heading to the camp, not so Aueniteri, she is climbing a tree and seems to want to stay there. Talia stops and looks up to her, with a  „Not hungry?“ on her lips, but decides, that maybe it is better not to say anything just now. She doesn‘t know, how often Teri has used her sword already, was forced to use it, and maybe she has to fight the aftermath of having killed somebody, even if it was an ogre who had been a deadly threat for her travel-companions... or her friends already? Are they really friends, after such a short time? They have encountered a lot of dramatic things together already, and that does grow bonds. The others are vanishing in the trees, and Talia is still standing there, thinking about her relation with Teri. She doesn‘t know much about her, nor about her brother and her relation to him, just that it is definitely not a good one.  But that is no hindrance not to trust her, not to like her very much.

The short time under the tree stretches.. but finally, as Swing who  has been waiting patiently for her human to go on nudges her shoulder - the others are entirely out of sight already - Talia shakes her head as if she wants to stop her daydreaming and runs to catch up with the others, Swing following her in her steps.

Breakfast is smelling delicious, but somehow Talia has no appetite. First she gets another set of clothes from her saddlebags and puts them on. While rummaging in her saddlebags, a thought enters her mind. Hasn‘t Capher asked for this strength enforcing liquid? Why had she forgotten about it? --Oh yes, he had talked on and finally asked who had killed the ogre, and then Teri was answering... and she had forgotten about his request. But she couldn‘t find the small flask anyway, though she had thought, that there was something left after the encounter with - what was the name - Bium.

Talia‘s head sinks in the comforting fur of her aj. Something is not ok with her, but what? It is distressing to not to be at your full abilities. Well, this night they will spend in the Vale, and maybe they really can help her, and Terra, and maybe even Capher..

Talia puts her things together and ties all to the ropes which cover Swing. she is ready to go, but the others are still having breakfast, so she sits down, hungry, but not able to eat something. What has it been, that she had forgotten - yes, Capher wanted some of this strengthening liquid with the side effects. She recalls the situation back then - at the beginning of their journey and a smile crosses her face. Searching her way around the fire, she goes over to capher, to tell him, that she can‘t find the drink.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on June 14, 2006, 11:21:23 AM
Ta'las nods when Capher explains that his exhaustion is physical, and that he will likely need to seek help from someone other than the brownies.  "I had only meant that you seem physically tired.  I know almost nothing of the mental effort spell-casting takes."

He smiles wistfully when Capher mentions his mother would be proud of him.  "I do not know, were she alive.  The person who sent me is my mother-sister - other human tribes would refer to her as an 'aunt'  Thank you for your compliment, though I was not alone.  You, 'Teri and Talia actually played more important roles in the fight."

"I think Z'doth will come to terms with your...ability.  You must remember I have had time to get used to your eccentricities," he says with a smirk.

He leaves Capher with the others during breakfast, as they seem eager to speak with him.  

After his first bite of food he looks over at Ken.  "This is very good, Kenrill," he complements the halfling.  He quickly wolfs down breakfast - he is anxious to be away from here.  He knows nothing of ogres' habits - whether they travel alone or in small groups - but he does wish to be away from here as soon as possible.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 14, 2006, 12:16:23 PM
Pots and pans clattering about her, Eden scurried on after the rest of the party, her thoughts bouncing about like the beard at her knees. Who were these people? Why were they here? They seemed friendly enough... but were they really? Her blue eyes scanning, the dwarf's brow came together in concern as one final, most important question came to mind. Why were they so well armed?

They arrived eventually at a small camp, and the cleric struggled to keep her shortness of breath away from the prying eyes of the new companions. They may not have been going so fast, but their legs were so long compared to hers, and Eden had already been up and about for a long while yet. As people went about their own business, Eden kept her mouth shut and stayed out of their way. She was a guest, so to speak, in their camp, and it was only right that she let them go about their business.

It was only then that she spotted the halfling leaning over some food. Her natural instincts getting the better of her, Eden shuffled forward and leaned over his shoulder (it was a rare occurance that she was able to do as such for another person!) snuffing her expert nose for spices and scrutinizing the contents. She wasn't particularily horrified until, that is,  they began to eat.

Mouth gaping, Eden watched in horror as Ta'las devoured his breakfast without so much as a murmur of prayer. Red in the face with rage, the cleric very nearly toppled on top of the poor hobbit. "Now there say!" she yelped, pointing a little finger at those who had gone ahead eating, "The Rock Father scowls upon ye. Respect! Hah! Why... why... no respect!" Eden tugged nervously at her beard, running through some short prayers under her breath.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 14, 2006, 03:06:23 PM
Terra had only just started to eat when Eden had her outburst. She puts on a appologetic smile before speaking coolly.

"Sorry, I for one was not aware of your beliefs. I do not think Ta'las or any of us ment any disrespect."

Terra lowers the next bite that she was about to put in her mouth and waits for Eden to complete her prayers out of respect.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on June 14, 2006, 07:12:23 PM
Ken's conversation with himself is rather suddenly interrupted by an outburst of, "Now there say!"

"A little hoarse for a woman's 'Now there say,' but now there say enough nonetheless," Ken comments, dishing out one of his numerous pouches full of the food and turning to face the dwarf. He muttered incoherently to himself through the rest of the tirade before extending his pouch out to the dwarf, and saying softly, "Ava be thanked, and by Seyella's blessing may it not be poison. Are you hungry? It's sweet, I've added some of my own sugar to the mix; not spicy, though. If you'd like it spicy, I could fix this much up to suit you. Could do more if you'd like it. I like food that way, you know. So that you can fix it up how you want it after it comes out of the kettle. Of course, it should be good straight out of the kettle, no arguing that, but it should also be good with a little extra salt or whatnot on your plate. It just makes it feel that much more personal. People like things just that little bit more personal, I've noticed. I'm no exception. I just love a good dumpling, you know, but when it's on my plate I like to smear butter all over it. Fresh butter, too. Fresh butter's much better than that old, traveling stuff. It's sweeter, and mum puts a little molasses and cinnabark in it. Makes it all that much better. She's good at it, though. She'll make bread..."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 15, 2006, 12:50:23 PM
Eden finished her prayers of thanks and forgiveness and tugged on her beard, huffing at Terra. "Ye be hoping then that Trum-Baroll is being as lenient as myself, neh?" she said, nodding curtly.

Suddenly, the little man turned to her and offered her a morsel. Ignoring his words, which seemed to sputter endlessly from his halfling mouth, Eden sampled it. She looked up and to the left, running her tongue along her teeth as she tasted and nodded to herself. Silently, the cleric unheaved her pack and rummaged through a smaller outer pocket, revealing a tiny leather satchel. She pulled from it a small green stem and rubbed the tip between her fingers, releasing a staggering herbal odor. Pinching off the end, Eden dropped the curious plant into the food and mixed it about, tasting it again.

"Too sweet so to blind the face," she said quietly, placing the rest of the small plant in Ken's hand, "Bitters it up a bit and adds some kick at the end. Good for toenails too."



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Talas Anthavin on June 15, 2006, 01:55:23 PM
Ta'las raises his eyebrows at Eden's outburst, but he remains silent.  This is not an argument that he is likely to win, though in his opinion they all owe Baveras more thanks than Trum-Baroll or any other deity for that matter.  

He shrugs and then looks over at Terra.  "My thanks Lady Terra," he says with a smile.

Then, to Eden.  "And my apologies, Eden, but we must move on quickly."

He carries his plates to the river and quickly washes it off, and refills his waterskins.  Ta'las leads Desert Rose to the stream, and allows his Aj'nuvic to drink.  The Shendar returns shortly, and checks Desert Rose's riding straps as he waits for the others to be finished.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on June 15, 2006, 08:06:23 PM
Ken had plenty of the plant's scent to know a little of what to expect, and now takes a little piece out of the pouch to see exactly what it had done to the food. After a short bout of coughing, he gave the pouch in its entirety to the dwarf and put the piece of plant in another empty one. "Definitely an acquired taste," he said thoughtfully, and began speaking along the line of tastes and acquisitions, and habits, and so on.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 16, 2006, 01:10:23 AM
Terra's eyes lock on Eden, an expression of anger coming to her face, not a quick birst of uncontrolable anger, but a slow stream of seething anger that she would normally have hidden deep inside. Her voice is not as cool as usual as she retorts the rude reply to her appology.

"Not all of us share your beliefs, nor do we have time. If a Kar'ii were to stop and pray they would be dead. The orcs would give them no mercy and our current situation is little better!"

Terra quickly finishes her meal, then gets up in an angry huff. Getting up so quickly she stumbles a bit for just a mement still having a bit of trouble with her balance though the rest and meager meal seems to have helped alot. She goes off to tent to Coore and her things, her actions still seem angry, and even Coore seems to reflect her anger and know it is directed at Eden as the large horse seems to glare at her.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 16, 2006, 02:11:23 AM
Capher too was a bit taken aback by Eden's outburst, but then as he peered at her clothes and did some quick thinking he came to the conclusion she may be a cleric, and cleric's, no matter what diety they serve are very, pious; or at least some are, others just pretend.

He sat there eating his food thoughtfully, watching all of his companions reactions to Eden, and the only one who surprised him was Terra.  She actually lost her temper, which was very unusual and concerned him.  He watched her go to her horse.  He stood up, gave a short bow to Eden, "My dear lady please forgive our companion Lady Terra. She has been under a tremendous amount of stress as we all have, but she has not been herself since she and Talia fought a demon lord, some weeks back.  Even Lady Talia is not fully recovered, that is why we head to the Vale of the Brownies. Hopefully they will have some help for them."

He did not wait for a reply aa he did not think one was needed as he went to where Terra was. He approached her cautiously, "My lady Terra. It is unusual for you to lose your temper like that.  I believe that as Tal'as had said we have to move on.  I am hoping that the brownies will have the solution to yours and Lady Talia's dilema's.  In the meantime do you recall your basic tecniques of Jakarta, the art of the Sophronian's self defense?  It may help to do some of those exercises to calm your mind and clear your thoughts.  It is just a suggestion, but it is the best one I can think of for you at the moment."

OOC, I may have the wrong word for the Sophronian's self-defense method, forgive please. I will look it up later.

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 16, 2006, 04:52:23 PM
Talia is about to fall in a depression, for she hates that she can‘t control herself so badly in the last time, to be so vulnerable regarding her own emotions and mood changes. She hates not being her old self.

But when Eden rants about the lack of reference towards Urtemgor before a meal, she smiles again. Maybe that was a hint from the gods not to despair, but to set their hopes on them, that they will help and that all things they have to endure will make sense sometime in the future? Her hope rises again. Maybe the Brownies are really the ones who can help her!

Now she just waits for the others to finish breakfast. Ta‘las is ready to go  as well. Will Eden come along? She should, maybe there are more ogres around if there was one and Talia would like to know her better. Talia likes to offer a ride to Eden on her aj as well, but fears that she will decline it as Kenriil has done.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 17, 2006, 12:50:23 AM
Terra seems to calm a little, and even more when Capher speaks to her. Infact a clear smile comes to her face as she takes an easy deep breath, looking over at Capher.

"I am fine Capher. I know it is unusual for you and the others to see me so open. I guess I do not take well to having my appologies rejected."

She turns back to preparing her gear.

"I only hope I am truely stong enough to cope when I do meet my past. I am not so sure anymore. I think all my dicipline may have made me weaker, but I have you should I fall."

Returns a short smile as she finishes fastening the buckle on Coore's saddle, then puts her hand on Caphers shoulder.

"I know nothing of the people you seem to know I come from. Perhaps you can yet tell me about them."

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 18, 2006, 08:24:23 AM
"My dear lady please forgive our companion Lady Terra. She has been under a tremendous amount of stress as we all have, but she has not been herself since she and Talia fought a demon lord, some weeks back. Even Lady Talia is not fully recovered, that is why we head to the Vale of the Brownies. Hopefully they will have some help for them"

Eden's eyes bugged out. Demon lord? Surely she hadn't heard him correctly. Perhaps it was some shapeshifter figure of speech she hadn't quite picked up on yet. Her eyes narrowed and shifted towards Terra, who had since turned her back to her. Possessed? No... surely the holy woman would have noticed. But still...

Shaking the vile thought from her mind, Eden quickly scooted down to the river. She briskly washed her hands in the chill water and splashed her face. Refreshed, the dwarf went to the tedious task of unbraiding her beard and running her fingers through it, washing out the mud. Every once in a while, the cleric looked up to see if the others were ready to go. She did not wish to be left behind in ogre infested forests!



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 20, 2006, 02:29:23 AM
Capher smiled, " I am sure when the time comes you will not fail us. I am hoping that the brownies will have a cure for all of our maladies. I would love to tell you about your people, Terra but we must be on our way if we are going to reach the vale before nightfall."

He turned and watched Eden go to the river and wash herself.  He watched her thoughtfully as he again was awed by Seyella's choice of companions she sends his way to help him complete his quest. He spoke somewhat loudly, "My dear Lady Eden, since we all seem to be mounted, except you and I fear that you could never keep up with us, though I do not doubt your stamina, I offer the services of my horse to you, of course as long as you do not mind riding with me.  Or maybe you would rather ride on an AJ.  I am sure Ta'las or even Talia would be glad to give you a lift.  Either way, make up your mind for we must be going.  We have to reach the vale before nightfall, and the sun is already high in the sky."

He turned and looked up in the trees searching for Terri.  "Lady Terri, we go. Are you ready?" He asked, as he walked over to his horse and finished cinching the saddle straps and securing his pack he jumped upon the horse.  "Are we all ready?"  He asked as his horse snorted, reared and then came back down again.  

Capher.



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 20, 2006, 06:26:23 AM
When Capher asked, if all were ready to go, Talia mounted Swing with ease, at least her physical strength was nearly back to normal. Curiously she waited, what Eden would say to his offer. Z‘doth had preferred not to ride in such heights, she remembered amused.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Eden Blunter on June 20, 2006, 04:18:23 PM
"My dear Lady Eden, since we all seem to be mounted, except you and I fear that you could never keep up with us, though I do not doubt your stamina, I offer the services of my horse to you, of course as long as you do not mind riding with me. Or maybe you would rather ride on an AJ. I am sure Ta'las or even Talia would be glad to give you a lift. Either way, make up your mind for we must be going. We have to reach the vale before nightfall, and the sun is already high in the sky."

Eden's head shot up as Capher spoke, and she listened intently, her hands still running through her silky beard which was now considerably more clean, albeit rather wet. The idea of riding with the two women did not sit well with the dwarf, but neither did the idea of being left to the devices of the old man who knew a discomforting amount about her. Stuck with a dilemna, Eden scanned her surroundings in thought as she often did, and it was then she spotted the curious mount Talia possessed. Taken aback, Eden picked up her robes about her ankles and tottered up to Capher.

"I'll ride with you, sir, I suppose. I thank you kindly, though I hope my packs are not a burden on your little animal!" she said, heaving the hefty load up for Capher to lift up onto the horse. Once it had been taken care of, Eden finally managed to get herself up top (with more than a few well checked oaths and curses) and nodded to Capher. "Do believe I'm set... though I daresay I'm troubling you something awful."



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Aueniteri on June 20, 2006, 08:19:23 PM
A little sigh escapes Aueniteri as they announce their departure, and she hurries a little, being the last one ready. Quickly, she packs up her few possessions, brushes and saddles the steed she's been given by the elves, and mounts it. Her eyes travel across the campground, watching Ken as he makes sure the fire will not burn again on its own, and then walks over to Talia.

Curious, she watches him, not listening to his chatter, although she gathers that it includes deserts and cactus and rocks and water, but she finds herself listening more closely as he says, "... Talia, is to accept the offer you extended me earlier, if it's still possible. I do believe it would be interesting to try, if just for once. I've never ridden an aj'nuvic before, but I believe it should be possible for me to learn the tricks of it. You mastered them; surely I could, eventually, pending how much I'm obligated to try. I like to try new things..., and she found herself thinking of other things, only vaguely hearing him mention liquor, and babble onward.


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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on June 20, 2006, 09:10:23 PM
Talia didn‘t expect, that Eden would choose her mount to ride with and watches now with a smile her efforts to get on Capher‘s horse. She doesn‘t expect any other to be curious or brave enough to sit more than two peds above ground. So she is taken by surprise, when the smallest person around asks her, if he could ride with her. She looks down at him with a perplex looking face, but composes herself quickly and answers:

„Of course, Kenriil, just let me think which way is the best...“  

Thoughts are racing through her mind. She doesn‘t want to offend him by asking him to sit in front of her like a child would, with her arms around his waist and shoulders to prevent him from falling down. What speaks against this as well is that sitting there might even frighten this little hero, for there is nothing before you to hold your view than a moving aj-head - and it feels as if the ground is much farther away than just two peds. And he might irritate Swing, with his feet moving over areas, where she is waiting for commands giving with the feet.
Better behind her, where he can‘t see much but has surely the safest feeling. She has to put her sword away though, but her other weapons are more effective anyway while sitting on an aj.

„Well, maybe you better sit behind me, so..... so your sword wouldn‘t hinder me. “  

She removes her feet out of the guiding ropes and turns around to rearrange her bags and her blanket on the buttock of Swing till a comfortable looking little seat is formed.  It is the highest point of an aj‘nuvic, maybe a fore over two peds, but surely the safest one. She will tie Kenriil to herself as well, just to prevent him from falling down. Jumping down from her height she offers the hobbit her crossed hands to use them as a ladder.

„Ken, you need to step now in my hands, then on my shoulder, then you should be able to reach the net of ropes there which you can use to climb on top. Once you are seated I will come as well and fasten you to myself, just to prevent you from falling down. “  

To not to hut the pride of the little man, she adds

„You know, an aj can run faster than a horse, and you are not used to it. As soon as you have accommodated, you can sit as you like. “  
And with an assuring  smile on her face, she offers Kenriil her two linked hands to climb a mount he might not have heard of a year ago.



***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 21, 2006, 09:55:23 AM
With all seeming mounted and ready Terra brings Coore along side Capher, Coore snorting angerly at Eden prompting Terra to rub his neck gently letting him know her anger has passed while giving Eden an apologetic smile. Then she turns her friendly smile towards Capher, her voice taking on a warmer tone than usual.

"It seems we are all ready my friend. Do you care to lead the way? I am still a stranger to these lands."

Terra shudders quickly and almost seems to recoil from some unseen pain, the smile fading to the cool expression the others had become accustomed to.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Kenriil on June 21, 2006, 08:21:23 PM
Kenriil takes in stride everything Talia has said, listening in his own noisy way. Even though it might seem that he is shutting her out by continually talking while she talks, yet he makes note of everything she has said and acts upon it accordingly. Properly secured, he wraps his arms around Talia's waist for extra security, and speaks of being ready for the ride.

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Title: Re: Valley of the Brownies
Post by: Capher on June 22, 2006, 02:05:23 AM
Capher smiled as Eden took up his offer.  He tried not to laugh as she put her pots and pans and other things on the back of his horse and then climbed aboard herself.  His horse, reared a little by the noise of her utensils, but Capher calmed him down quickly.  He did not want to scare Eden.

Terra came up, smiled and asked if he would take the lead.  Capher then noticed her shudder, as if she were in pain, but quickly composed herself.  Capher smiled back at her, "Lady Terra I thought Z'doth was our guide, but if you wish I will gladly lead.  Maybe he is still trying to get over our last encounter.

He saw Ken actually climb aboard Talia's AJ, settle himself in, all the while talking.  Capher shook his head smiling as he looked at the group of comrades Seyella sent his way.  "Hold on tight, Lady Eden." He yelled behind him and then spurred his horse, who leaped away at a fast gallop.  "Follow me!" He yelled as he passed his other friends.  Terra was riding side by side with him, several peds apart.

Capher.