=========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 3 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 23:13, Mon 02 Sept 2002 Subject : At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- The party make camp, each more concerned with their own thoughts than being social, Rolf starts digging a shallow grave and Peter cooks as the others make camp or stand guard. Suddenly a huge winged serpent flies overhead, and the party either stand and stare open mouthed or dive for cover, and one of the mules runs off with Kerim in persuit. As Amok dives into the bushes he discovers Selina already there, although his lavicious thoughts are broken as she predicts death chases them both. Callum follows the flight of the Wyrm with greater than normal interest, and Kerim returns without the mule … Selina remain half unconscious as Peter examines the body of Corellon, only to discover what appear to be signs of life …. [Private to Amok; Callum mac Aonghas; Edgar; Elsbeth Marva Treverii; Kerim Alakani ; Laddie; Meeleek El'Wakhad; Ravn Ashengray; Rolf Liefson; Uddhugg; Yuri: General Party position :- Corellon is barely alive, Selina is barely conscious, one of your mules has run away and is lost. The rest of you are on your feet in some state of exhaustion and Dinner is ready …. (I can't remember if you had eaten - so lets restart from sitting down to dinner and deciding what is going to happen to the injured or wounded, and watch patterns etc) Hope that’s OK with every one. ] This message was last edited by the GM at 23:13, Mon 02 Sept 2002. =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 1 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 01:12, Wed 04 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf, on finding that breath yet resides with Corellon, feels a weight lift. He'd not felt good about not being able to aid the elf. If only... Well, it was past and there is the present to worry about. Rolf eats slowly, husbanding his strength. And when talk comes of watches, he considers. "We need to give the spell casters among us plenty of rest so that they can see to the rest of us and I don't think we need burden Selina or Corellon with watches. Amok, Kerim, you two take first watch. Then, Callum, Mandrake and Edgar. Last, me and Yuri. Anyone have any reason why that won't work?" =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 2 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 03:53, Wed 04 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok, ravished from his escape from the doghead camp, lays into the stew Peter fixed. He tends to Selina, spooning portions into her mouth, as she appears aware enough to take them. He also sees to the brewing of the tea that he gathered earlier. This he is sure will put a little pink back into Selina's cheeks. As Rolf outlines the watch, Amok hears his name, "Amok, Kerim, you two take first watch..." He nods his acceptance, believing to understand these words. Rolf has given him a watch position for the camp. He's not quite sure what a "First" watch is. But he's sure he'll learn by following Kerim. His mind returns to the dogheads, the dispicable beasts who were responsible for enslaving him and many others. He attempts to make a comment about the dogheads' camp. "Meny MonGrels camp plaece, not farr. Theer, dhat waey. Cloesa dhann Sunn ahd Sunn. Cloes! Meny Slaevs! We Freer dhem, aye?" =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 2 Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 10:00, Wed 04 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- "Thank you, Rolf Leifson," says the young mage with a bow. He then sits by the fire and opens his spellbook. [Private to GM: (he learns Color Spray, Stone Fists and Invisibility.)] =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 11:16, Wed 04 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn, still reclused and almost completely absorbed in reading his rune stones and gathering the divine powers of the Aesir and Vanir, subconsciously notices the camp-striking and cooking around him. Preparing his stones for another throw, he catches fragments of Rolf's watch distribution. Good. I will have time to prepare, he thinks to himself, tosses the runes and frowns at the result. All Frey's kin again? The Norns must have much hurt spun into our threads since my healing will be so strongy required. Ah, a single Eye of Odin - thank you, Wise Wanderer, for granting me the power of clearsight against trollish fiends. He gathers the runes and casts them again. Thurs, four of them, and four Tyr's blessings. This is good - the mightiest warriors' aid we shall command! And Heimdal's Glam - looks like I will be chanting Ragnarok on our opponents. He, he... Hours have passed while the Runecaster prepared himself but he had not noticed before. Now, however, as he gathers his praying paraphernalia and rises to partake of the long-since cooled meal, Ravn feels his stomach rumble, his tongue rasping dry against his pallet. He walks back to the others and eats with ravenous hunger what little has been left for him before - weary and exhausted from a long and hard day of both travel, battle and intense prayer - laying down to enjoy a good night's sleep in preparation for another that holds promise of nothing else than the one that went before. =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 3 Date : 12:07, Wed 04 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: At the Camp Site ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Edgar nods his head at Rolf's choice of watches, his concern for the fallen Elf set aside as he, like others in the group, realises that he can do naught but hope for his recovery. Sharing a watch with Callum give him but a momentary qualm - certainly the opinions of the two rarely coincide, but then the tattooed warrior is clearly favoured by the gods, and should be respected for that. [Private to GM: Damn ! I was going to redo my memorised spells, but will not get the 8 hours ... but then again Rolf is right, we need the healers and offensive spell casters to be ready for what comes ... and I ain't going to argue with him ! ;>] =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 8 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 00:00, Thu 05 Sept 2002 Subject : OOC: ----------------------------------------------------------- I am happy that (assuming the night is quiet) everyone has enough rest to learn 1st and 2nd level spells :) =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treverii Access : player Posts : 2 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 18:54, Thu 05 Sept 2002 Subject : Alone ----------------------------------------------------------- The druid says nothing as Rolf gives the watch order, unhappy still. She looks to see if she can help the fairy brought to live, glances at the woman she doesn't understand, looks to the men who deem her unworthy. Lost in her self pity, she moves to a very far corner of the campsite and lays down with Laddie, shivering, then asleep... =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 04:32, Fri 06 Sept 2002 Subject : Stance of the Eagle ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok has learned much in his many days of manhood. He knows to care for wounded, to watch for danger, to look for nourishment, to stand ever ready for anything! He absorbs that the "First" watch, is this watch! Following Kerim to the perimeter, Amok stations himself in an unlikely place, part way up a bush, hidden to those who do not see. He sits without motion, listening to the darkness. He is well trained at this sport. Hours later when he is relived, he collapses into a bed of leaves and brush, as though it were a comfortable bed, gaining as much sleep, as if. His needs in the wild are common. Everything that he requires, nature gives. =========================================================== From : Callum mac Aonghas Access : player Posts : 3 Portrait : mfw029.jpg Date : 09:35, Fri 06 Sept 2002 Subject : Dancing with Dogheads ----------------------------------------------------------- Picking his way through Amok's comment, Callum thinks that the red man is telling them that a doghead encampment is nearby. As he settles down for his first spell of sleep, he considers his options. His leg is still too badly injured to fight properly so he decides that he will approach the druid in the morning to ask for some healing. Afterwards he will approach Rolf about attacking the doghead camp. The Sidhe is a trickier problem. Probably he should kill it before it regains it's glamours but he senses the others misunderstanding of it's nature, so he resolves to keep his distance, keep his fine iron sword to hand, let the others learn the hard way but hopefully kill it before it does too much harm. Smiling to himself, satisfied with his cleverness, he closes his eyes and drifts off, awaiting his call to watch. =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 5 Date : 05:34, Sat 07 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dancing with Dogheads ----------------------------------------------------------- As what conversation there is dies down, Edgar settles back on his perch in the tree, folding his wings and resting, waiting for the subtle noises from below to indicate that the change of watch is about. =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 10 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 21:17, Mon 09 Sept 2002 Subject : The next morning ----------------------------------------------------------- The night passes quietly - there are occasional rustles and rumbles from the bushes, but nothing out of the ordinary. Certainly nothing loud or threatening enough for the watch to wake the rest of the party. Come morning, the day dawns fair, general wispy cloud, and a gentle sun behind a lightly hazy sky. Quickly a breakfast is made and the campsite cleaned up, but when it comes time to check on the invalids, Correlon is found to have given up the fight during the night, and passed gently into the arms of the gods. Selina, however, still tosses and turns and mutters vaguely, perhaps its difficult to tell how aware she is of her surroundings ….. =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 3 Bio1 : Midani mage Bio2 : mage of wind and sand Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 12:19, Tue 10 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: The next morning ----------------------------------------------------------- When Meeleek rises to find his friend still, he says a silent prayer for the elf. "May the winds of Fate carry your spirit to rest, Corellon Amastacia.” He then approaches Rolf: “With your permission, I shall dig a grave.” =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 2 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 01:48, Wed 11 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: The next morning ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf wakes for his watch with Yuri. He doesn't know 'til morning of Corellon, not knowing the ways of the farie folk. Again, he feels the weight of a companions death weigh upon him. If only.... But that only led to the path of death through distraction. He spends his time rousing those that need it and partakes of Peter's breakfast. At Meeleek's offer, Rolf nods slightly. "As you will, Meeleek. I have started one over there." He motions a bit past the little clearing to the shallow grave he had started the day before. "Come, with two, the work will go even better. Ravn, Elsbeth, Peter, see to those who need it." =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 5 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 04:53, Wed 11 Sept 2002 Subject : AHunting We Will Go! ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok rises with the sun. He has already checked his little traps for fowl and vermin. Any that are found, he shares with the morning meal. Roast mouse and grouse, mixed in with field grains, wheat, barley, oats, as are available, and berries and nuts as can be found; makes for a powerful muselix! Amok checks his equipment, admiring the newly created, fire tempered, sturdy spear. He also examines the hand axe lent him by Peter. Taking a little time to hone the blade against a soft stone, he keeps the edge. He tucks the axe into his loin cloth. Then Amok brandishes his new spear, swooping it around in mock combat, to gain the feel of the weapon. There is little else he has to do until Rolf or someone of the group tells him what is expected. But there is only one thing on his mind, the death of the dogheads! His anger has subsided. In fact, life has returned to a norm he understands. But he is certain that this kind of menace doesn't go away of its own accord. It must be rooted out, whenever and wherever it is found. He not only found it, but was forced to contribute to it. This is a grudge that cannot be forgotten, much less dismissed. If these benefactors were not predisposed to destroy this doghead encampment, then Amok attempt to do so on his own! =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 7 Date : 03:13, Sat 14 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: AHunting We Will Go! ----------------------------------------------------------- Edgar notes the passing of Corellon in the night, but says naught, holding his peace at Callum's satisfied grunt, merely bowing his head as he sits up on his high branch and muttering a quiet prayer. "Bhur àilleas, ríoghan mór." Your will, Great Queen. As Rolf and Meeleek finish the grave started the night before, Edgar watches for a while, before swooping down to alight on Amok's shoulder. "Today we avenge the fallen," he says calmly to the red man. =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 6 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 05:34, Sat 14 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: AHunting We Will Go! ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok is awed, by a God on his shoulder. But he is not dismayed. He speaks forthrightly. "Right you are my good God! I could not find words that the others understood. We must destroy the DogHeads! At least the others had times of unscrambling, and understood portions of my words. You however, seem to understand every word. It is as if I pray." Amok bows deeply, to his knees. "You understand my every word!" Amok waits a moment. Then he addresses his God, Raven, "My devotion is true! Correct me if I am misguided. But our enemy is the DogHeads! We absolutely must, rid this land of this scrouge! I am absolutely dedicated to this purpose! We must destroy the DogHeads' encampment! Please lead us there!" Amok watches this bird on his shoulder. It is more than portent, it is his God. Amok is satisfied with answers he doesn't understand. He knows that this bird is an omen to his destiny! (OOC: Funny how Raven understands everything Amok says!) =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 8 Date : 04:47, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: AHunting We Will Go! ----------------------------------------------------------- "I am no God," Edgar informs Amok, somewhat taken aback, though he adds, thoughtfully, "though I too serve." "Your words are ... different," the raven continues, "but then I find that the tongues of the two-legs are as apart as the crys and calls of the creatures of the wild ... it is no great matter to hear the meaning if one but listens carefully." "Though few do ..." he trails off, absently. "MonGrels dhem baad," Edgar agrees, his attention back on Amok, as he shapes the words carefully to the wildman's way of speech. "We killin dhem." =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 6 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 09:24, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Morning ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- At Rolf's command, Ravn stands upo and raises his spear to the skies. "OOOOOOOOODINNN!" The call resounds through the area. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIINNNN!!!" The Runecaster turns to the flock seated around the morning fire. "Gather round, those of you who wish to receive the blessing hand of the Gray Wanderer and the kiss of Freya!" Anyone? =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 7 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 15:44, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Morning ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- "Holey Phatt Myllc Kohw! Wad ees dhat?" Amok shouts as he turns, spear at the ready. This motion is smooth inspite of the surprize. He doesn't want to upset Edgar, his God and new best buddy! Seeing that it is Ravn, one of their group, Amok relaxes a little. More quietly to Edgar, Amok sayas, "What does he mean by making such a fuss? At least he'll have startled off any beasts waiting in ambush. Well at least any of the lesser cunning beasts. The Dogheads may be upon us even now. That shout would only alert them to our location." =========================================================== From : Kerim Alakani Access : player Posts : 3 Bio1 : Arabic rogue Bio2 : Angasa Human Portrait : mfr013.jpg Date : 16:50, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Morning ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Kerim awakens, and the news of Corellan is sorely felt, though he tries hard to hide it. It's not so much that he felt any great affinity for Corellan, hardly having talked to him, rather that it is a sign of their weakness and mortality. He watches and listens as people go about their businesses, seemingly reluctant to take part in what the day will bring. Returning to the one mule he takes stock of what is left. When this is done he checks his bow, making sure it is strung tightly and that his arrows are true. After this he tightens all his straps and tucks in his loose fitting clothing, such that it might keep out the imminent terror of the coming confontation that is being spoken of. He moves to sit beside the fire so that he can be in on any conversation regarding this topic and can thus have his say. While he waits he eats...and rubs his wounds, whilst looking at Callum's leg. =========================================================== From : Peter Gasgano Access : player Posts : 0 Portrait : mfr022.jpg Date : 20:42, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Morning ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Peter bows his head at the news of Corellon's passing, and moves across to help wth the grave, muttering, "They are both better healers than me. I'll see if there is anything I can do later ...." This message was last edited by the player at 20:42, Sun 15 Sept 2002. =========================================================== From : Selina Access : player Posts : 1 Date : 20:45, Sun 15 Sept 2002 Subject : Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Selina appears to be sleeping uneasily. She doesn't wake properly in the morning, and shaking her just solicits mumbles and grunts with the occasional lucid phrase or word. One phrase stand out thought " ... The jaws of death approach yet ..." =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 16 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 21:52, Mon 16 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Peter, Rolf and Meeleeek, dig a shallow grave for the Elf's body, while Rav'n summons the healing powers to him, however only Callum shuffles across to avail himserlf of the healing, although perhaps the alomost comatose Selina is a fitting candidate for healing as well. However, she lays restless and almost forgotten by the party.. Mandrake looks sheepish as he scurries around with Kerim checking the lone mule, as Amok and Edgar strike up a conversation concerning Edgar's godhood. There is just a few moments left for Ravn to work his healing before they carry the body across to the grave .... =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 21:59, Mon 16 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth stays fairly quiet, only nodding when Rolf gives her orders for the day. It is almost as if she is afraid to approach Callum... or any of the others... She wonders if Selina had it correct... maybe death was preceded by madness... She comes to her senses as she hears Ravn's loud announcement of his god-given powers. His strong voice is enough to bring a faint smile to her lips. "I don't need to be shoutin' to call down the goddess' gifts," she replies softly, reaching for a comb to run through her tangled hair. "But if any be needin' help and still trust me, they can be seein' me for healing." =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 4 Bio1 : Midani mage Bio2 : of wind and sand Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 14:46, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Having said his prayer and fairwell to the dead, Meeleek stares silently at the grave for a moment. Heaving a deep sigh he bows, picks up a small pebble and places it on the fresh mound. That done, the young mage turns his back to the dead and walks over to Elsbeth. "Some healing, if you will, Elsbeth Marva Tareveri." =========================================================== From : Peter Gasgano Access : player Posts : 1 Portrait : mfr022.jpg Date : 15:27, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Once the body is laid in the grave and covered, Peter makes a short speach. "I did not know you well, but may your spirit find it way to the halls of your gods. No matter what Callum and ravn say - your dealings with us were honourable, if somewhat rash on occasion. May the gods bless you." after standing silent for a moment he turns away and makes his way back into camp. =========================================================== From : Mandrake Access : player Posts : 0 Date : 15:29, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Waking with the others Mandrake hangs around the campsite quitly. However, as the body of Corellon is carried to its final resting place and lowered into its grave, he disappears into the bushes. This message was last edited by the player at 15:29, Wed 18 Sept 2002. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 5 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 15:37, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth nods to Meeleek. "Ye did an honorable thing, buryin' that poor lad. I'm thankin' ye." She lays her hands on him, closing her eyes and calling to the gods of earth and sky, the goddess and her kin... help this man... give him strength... CLW 3hp back for Meeleek This message was last edited by the GM at 15:37, Wed 18 Sept 2002. =========================================================== From : Selina Access : player Posts : 2 Date : 15:33, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Dark morn a dawning ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Laying fairly still Selina stirs and moans occasionally, but just as Peter finishihes his speach about Corellon, she sits Bolt upright and her eyes fly open. Her face is pale, and her lips are red with her own blodd where she has bitten them, her eyes are eeirily wide and hair is wild. Slowly she raises an arm to point at Amok, "The hounds will eat his heart!" she pronounces in a shrill voice before collapsing back to the floor sobbing. =========================================================== From : Callum mac Aonghas Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : mfw086.jpg Date : 15:37, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Rise and Shine ----------------------------------------------------------- Callum accepts Ravn's ministrations and thanks the priest. He lurks uncomfortably in the background until Corellon is laid to rest, staying clear of the ceremony. Afterwards he looks more relieved than anything else. He then tests his leg and starts exercising it gently, to see if it is yet up to the fight. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 6 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 22:26, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : The Goddess answers ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth visibly breathes a sigh of relief as the healing power flows through her. She examines Meeleek again. "Is that helpin' ye any?" she asks hopefully. "I can do more for ye if ye need it." She glances over at Callum, sad that he hadn't come to her as well. But then, why should he? =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 3 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 22:43, Wed 18 Sept 2002 Subject : Another Fallen Comrade ----------------------------------------------------------- After they bury the elvin born, Rolf stands quietly while Meeleek and Peter make their farewells. Once they leave, he kneels by the grave. He lays one hand upon the freshly turned earth for a time, eyes closed and lips moving silently. As he stands, he again shoulders the burden of leadership and guilt. Such was his lot. He rejoins the others and sees that the healing is well underway. He says nothing of his own wounds, letting the others partake of the blessing of the gods. When the tending is done, he looks about. "Are we ready? Scores of dogheads await us." =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 9 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 01:59, Thu 19 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Another Fallen Comrade ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok jumps a bit at the shout of Selina, pointing at him, saying something about, "Howns, Eath, Harte?" Amok looks questioningly to Edgar. Then Amok says, "Fear not my companion, no Howns will Eath your Harte!" Amok begins to make preparations to break camp. He watches as Rolf returns from the burial. Amok awaits the leader's orders, having figured that much out about Rolf. =========================================================== From : Mandrake Access : player Posts : 1 Portrait : mfd138.jpg Date : 09:31, Thu 19 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Another Fallen Comrade ----------------------------------------------------------- Smirking slightly, Mandrake steps out of the bushes - leaving them rustling gently. =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 8 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 09:43, Fri 20 Sept 2002 Subject : Godly favors ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn greets Callum with a firm pat - nay, a thud - on the shoulder, thus conveying Odin's blessing in a manner befitting a warrior, and holds on firmly as he speaks. "Better burden bears no man than much man's wisdom!", he exclaims, "and it is such wisdom you show, Great-Sword, by accepting the One-Eyed Wanderer's ward."Freya, Fields' Keeper! Grant a blessing kiss to this brave-hearted seeker! Odin, Wisdom's Warden! Bestow upon him strength and endurance to withstand steel's claim!" Ravn feels the trickles of godly power seep through his fingers and into the Celt. Hmmm... not surprising that Freya should think less of this savage than would Odin - this I must remember lest I summon her wrath upon him. "This is but the mildest favor that he grants you, a bite of the Golden Apples of Life from Wealth's Womb - but more is in store for the truly heeding! He who heeds the Wolvesmaster's wisdom heads for the High Halls of Midgard!" He releases Callum from his grip and concludes the ritual with a loud proclamation. "Jotunkin, shiver and shake! Today Callum the Cleaver, giant among men, man among niddings, bane of votun, has taken his first step on Bifrost and shall enter the Fylkings of Valhal at Ragnarok! Fill your cups with fear, Loke's mongrel offspring! For great shall be the toll he shall demand among you for his coming, both here and beyond!" When Callum has returned to preparing himself for travel, Ravn calls Uddhugg to his shoulder. Then he grasps his spear with both hands and looks to the skies, summoning his patron in thought. Father Odin! You have sent me on a quest shrouded on haze. Yet I have sought and still seek to uncover your wishes for such is your bidding and my calling. I have vanquished Loke's servants! I have slain the jotunkin! I have shown no fear and much wisdom! I have spilled my blood, suffered and endured, for such is your command. Grant me now the strength I need! Bestow upon me power to endure that I may be ready when my purpose is, finally, fully revealed. Command! I shall follow! More sizzeling trickles run through his body, and the Ravenmaster feels the power of his god within him, vague at first, then bursting with with recuperation and reassurance. He relishes in the sensation for a brief while, then turns around and walks up to the others, regarding Rolf. "I am ready, Constable, for I have blóted and received our Gods' favor. Have you?" =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 9 Date : 06:42, Sat 21 Sept 2002 Subject : Foreboding ----------------------------------------------------------- "Ravn prays to his god," Edgar calmly answers Amok, loosening his grip on the wild man's shoulder after the priest's cry caused him to tense somewhat. A little quieter, he adds, "I thought Odin lacked but one eye ... not his hearing !" After Amok's further reflections on the likelihood of the noise alerting the Dogsheads, he reconsiders somewhat, "Or perhaps he was trying to draw our foes out ..." Elsbeth's unsureness makes the Raven wince, but the only hurt he took in the battle was a glancing blow to the wing, and that troubles him little ... and there are others hurt far more grievously ... Callum turning to the priest of Odin rather than Elsbeth makes him wince still more. "We will have need of your prayers after what is to come," he calls to the Druid, reassuringly. Selena's mutterings do draw Edgar's attention ... "death approaches" he echoes, "but for whom ?" As if she senses his thoughts, the young woman's next words come as somewhat of a shock, though he does not correct Amok's misconception as to whom they are aimed at (if misconception it be ...) "Worry not," he says to the wild man, eyes still on Selena, "I have run with the Hounds and seen their Master ... and if the gods are with us this day, it is we who will taste victory." =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 10 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 11:37, Sat 21 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Foreboding ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok looks at the black bird on his shoulder and smiles slightly. "It is good to know that you are by my side, Lord... er friend. Hhhmmmm, what shall I call you, my companion?" Amok has not yet associated the name Edgar, with this most unusual party member. He is in no way convinced that Edgar is not his God, the Raven. The wisened bird's last words only serving to reinforce the notion, giving the impression of portending the future of their confrontation against the Dogheads. And then to echo the the sentiment, Amok says, "This is a good day to meet the enemy!" =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 5 Bio1 : Midani mage Bio2 : of wind and sand Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 16:15, Sat 21 Sept 2002 Subject : Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- Meeleek bows, and for once, smiles. "I thank you, Elsbeth Marva Treveri. Your healing is as water to a thirsting man. Do save your powers for the greater need later." He then turns to Rolf and says "My powers are at your desposal, our leader. My spells for today enable me to make someonwe invisible, grant great power to one and use the power of a color spray. Use this knowladge in your plans." Again, he bows. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 7 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 01:07, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth smiles at Meeleek. "You're a good lad, and I'm most glad to help you." She hesitates, then goes to Rolf. "I... I tried to guard your back," she stammers, blushing. "And then, a madness overtook me. I... I've let alot down and managed to endanger your mission as well." She hesitates again. "I'd like to help ye with you're wounds and then... and then if you're wanting, I'll go my own way so as not to be..." She looks almost close to tears, something Rolf has rarely seen. "I'm meanin' that you've got yon other healer, and... and even Callum doesn't see me fit to serve the gods, so if you are wantin' me to be leavin'..." Her voice breaks off as she realizes what she is saying... =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 02:37, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf smiles down at Elsbeth's offer. "Your healing I welcome gladly, but I'll not stand for your leaving. Do not trouble yourself with the doubts of others Elsbeth. Follow the gods as you would and do not worry, there's enough pain to go around." Rolf sighs. He places one hand on Elsbeth's shoulder and looks into her eyes intently, "I have seen your courage, do not try to fool me now." =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 10 Date : 02:45, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- "My name is Edgar," the raven answers the wild man, the cadence of his tone strangely formal, "and by what name shall I know you ?" Again, the words are ritualistic, as if the exchange of names is not a thing to be done lightly. If Elsbeth's earlier uncertainty made Edgar wince, the pain the druid now shows is akin to a physical blow. Rolf's assurances assuage that somewhat, but, the raven thinks to himself, will words provide comfort enough ? =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 11 Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 04:33, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- "I am known as Amok! Amok, Crazy Wild Savage, Beast Killer, and somtimes Thief in the Dark Deep Night. My name is difficult to say, and so I just go with Amok. The name serves me well. All who know it, understand all that it entails. Amok looks intently into the eyes of Edgar. " It is good to know thy name Edgar, wise bird of the skies! My people will make new songs of your deliverance from the Dogheads! It truly is good to make your acquaintance!" Amok turns his concern to the party's needs. He makes ready all of his equipment, such as it is, and waits for orders from Rolf, their leader. Even though he has yet to learn this man's name. He looks back once more to Edgar and says, "This man, our Chief, what name is he known by?" he asks with almost child-like simplistic wonder. =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 11 Date : 04:51, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- The raven nods solemnly as the wild man lists his many names, "Amok," he repeats, bobbing his beak, "it is a good name." "Our leader is Rolf," Edgar answers Amok's question, his voice pitched low. "Liefson,' he adds, feeling the need to tell of their leaders many names, after those provided by the red man, "Constable of Earl Richard, Squire of the Order of the Sword Reforged ..." "These names mean that he is a man of position and authority, honored and trusted by the chief of his tribe. I have seen for myself that he keeps that trust well. He has slain many of the Dogheads." =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 9 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 17:10, Sun 22 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Onwards ----------------------------------------------------------- - but of course you haven’t. A smile crosses the lower part of Ravn’s face when Rolf fails to respond to the Runecaster’s question. It is not a friendly smile, nor is it the respectful smile henceforth granted in respect of the Constable’s authority. The smile is a bitter one, an icy grimace that signals the little Ravn cannot conceal of the condescence and dislike that is beginning to grow with almost everything Rolf says and does. And with every misfortune the gods seem to be casting their way for it. “Madness and destruction neighs, Uddhugg, mark my words.”, he whispers to his equally one-eyed and unkempt-looking familiar as he shoulders his meager possessions and waits for the departure. “Trollish foes beset us and we were almost vanquished were it not for the rage unleashed in us by our Alfather’s hand. And now Rolf the Gutless has chosen to refuse that very hand outstretched. Well, the Alfather will claim his blót - willing or otherwise!” He casts a sideways glance at Callum. “That one, Great-Sword, that one may be what saves the day, eventually. Keep an eye on him, Uddhugg, for he will bring greatness - either by a kingly destination among his people or by a glorious demise among us.” Ravn’s eye falls on the others. “But the rest, by Heimdal’s horn resounding! A mongrel midget making in the bushes! A speaking fowl with aught but quarrel in his beak! A druidess abandoned, alternately, by her sanity and by her followers! A minstrel without an audience! A cook without a kitchen! A merchant without a market! A mad savage! A madder wench! And..” Ravn studies the cloaked Southron mage closely, searching for a similar statement and, encouraging optimism mixed with suspicion, finding none befitting. “Hmmm... As for that one, Uddhugg, I am unsure. We shall have to keep our eyes on him, too.” Finally, his low-voiced concerns thus somewhat vented, bags packed, and the rest of the column ready to travel, he raises his voice in a poorly cloaked challenge to the man assigned to be their leader. “Well, there now, Constable - shall we slay these dogheads today or shall we await better odds at Ragnarok?” =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 5 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 01:44, Mon 23 Sept 2002 Subject : Out of Character post ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn, Look to the Private Messagebase and see why Rolf has yet to reply to Ravn's question. - Rolf =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 8 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 15:28, Tue 24 Sept 2002 Subject : Sad replies ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth lays her own hand softly on Rolf's. "Ye're more kind than I deserve," she says softly. "I know why my friend loved ye, and why I do too." She chants softly and casts a CLW. "I'll stay. We've seen alot, you and I. I hope to see more." Without another word, she goes back to her wolf, her head down, her hair over her face. OOC: 2 points back- she is having trouble! This message was last edited by the player at 15:28, Tue 24 Sept 2002. =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 21 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 07:52, Wed 25 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Sad replies ----------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Damn! Sorry folks I was so busy setting up the F-RPoL thing on Monday night I didn't post here, and only just realised. I am really sorry. I will get a post up tonight. =========================================================== From : Kerim Alakani Access : player Posts : 4 Bio1 : Arabic rogue Bio2 : Angasa Human Portrait : mfr013.jpg Date : 13:21, Wed 25 Sept 2002 Subject : Clearing the air ----------------------------------------------------------- Noticing a shift in the ambient mood of everyone now that the Elf is buried Kerim ventures a thought of moving. Looking Rolf's direction, and bowing slightly he says "Effendi Rolf, be it not that we should end the same as whom you commit to earth. I trust your recollections of the dogmen harkens in you a desire to move as swift as the winds before their arrival. Much of this land we know not still, and that is an advantage the enemy has. Move we must" Kerim, already having unhobbled the remaining mule and completed a double check of it's burden has the beast already at a walk. He is clearly leading it wide of Selina should she be in his path, having now abandoned all thought of her personal safety to the hands of the leader, Rolf - seeing that now he is present. Looking out into the forest he adds rather more quietly "Be upon the forest that it is kinder to your companion than would the dogheads" Clearly speaking his mind to the beast of burden under his control. =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 6 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 15:27, Wed 25 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Clearing the air ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf regards Ravn, "We'll not be waiting on Ragnarok to follow our mission, but we will be waiting on the healing if any need it." He looks around to determine if there's any still in need (GM, is there?). He nods at Kerim, "Aye, you have the right of it. Everyone, get ready to leave." =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 24 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 17:47, Thu 26 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Clearing the air ----------------------------------------------------------- [Private to Amok; Callum mac Aonghas; Edgar; Elsbeth Marva Treveri; Kerim Alakani ; Laddie; Meeleek El'Wakhad; Ravn Ashengray; Rolf Liefson; Thorgunn Kylansson ; Uddhugg; Yuri: I am sorry folks - Real Life has been an absolute bitch ] Ravn, and Elsbeth cast their spells calling down the powers from their gods, and all of those who are injured recieve the blessings of the gods. When they have finished, Peter fills in around the edges, parcelling out a healing touch here, a final herbal tea there, and fairly soon almost every one is ready to leave. the sole exception is selina. She can't make her way to the healers, and remains on the ground apparently semi-concious. As she lays there she fidgets and moves around, and occasionally her eyes fly wide open and you can all see the fear buried deep within them. But she stiull shows no signs of injury. You one remaining mule is standing where you left him terathered the previous evening, his load ready and waiting. However there is not enough space to load all of your equipment. Either you leave some of your camping gear, food, or the lootings from the dogheads behind - or you find the other mule. Not only that you have Selina to transport .... =========================================================== From : Peter Gasgano Access : player Posts : 2 Portrait : mfr022.jpg Date : 17:49, Thu 26 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Clearing the air ----------------------------------------------------------- After dispensing his minor assistance, Peter goes to stand by Selina. looking down at her he glances across towards his leaders: Rolf, Ravn and Elsbeth. "What are we going to do with her?" he asks sadly. "She is beyond my powers to help." =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 10 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 14:05, Fri 27 Sept 2002 Subject : Decisions, decisions....... ----------------------------------------------------------- [Peter] "What are we going to do with her?" he asks sadly. "She is beyond my powers to help.” Ravn shrugs. “I know not what ails her but I fear it is a curse, or some godly punishment for crimes she has committed. This is not simply a case of dull-wittedness or misbreed - those I know ell and know to leave be. This - this is Loke’s work. Or the alfar’s snare. Or worse.” He rubs his thin beard, thinking quick and hard for a moment before adressing the issue further. “I dare not say this is an ailment I cannot cure, since I have not tried for want of strengthening the able before the disabled. Only so much did time permit. And now we face not one but two choices: Shall we abandon the goods or the girl? Shall we leave now or stay a while longer?” He leans on the spear to draw power from the godly source of wisdom it represents. “The first choice is simple: We are in viking and so must burden ourselves with only that which will help us in our quest. Should we cast away precious supplies in order to drag around a mindless wanton? We could never hope to be victorious against the dogheads! If that is our choice then the girl must go.” The Runecaster looks remarkably unemotional at the grim distinction he just made. “The second choice is simpler still and precedes the first in time. We know not whether the dogheads are on our trail or whether our latest encounter showed them the error of their offensive ways. We know not whether or not they will fall upon us here - this is the merchant’s view and I agree with him. Nor do we know if they will attack us on the road. Hark these wise words of Olde: ‘From arms no man strays in the field too far never one knows when out on the road spearheads may rally.” Ravn straightens up and holds he spear boldly before him. “When- or wherever the dogheads come they will find me ready.” The Runecaster’s voice changes from the slightly doomful into a more positive approach as he concludes his recommendation. “True as it may be that we do not know if the dogheads will attack so is it also true that we know neither the adverse. And to take flight on the thought alone of your enemy’s attack is not only folly, it is sheer cowardice. Now, since I have neither gold nor wares to praise before wisdom and honor, I would rather face them here, in a field of our chosing - and careful preparation - than on the open road where lures and rash judgement may divide and make us easy prey. Also, considering our dwindling numbers against an unknown force of opposition, it is wiser to exploit this place’s plenty and defensive properties to not only replenish our strengths but also eliminate our weaknesses.” He turns to regard Kerim and Meeleek. “For you Bluemen, that means, in short: We stay put, prepare some defenses, and try everything we can to get her up and running. If, by tomorrow morning, she has not recovered enough to cater for herself, we leave her to whatever the Norns have spun.” The Runecaster, finally, turns to Amok, pausing a short while, trying to choose words this redskinned savage will comprehend. “... and you ... er ... just go with the flow.” OOC: ‘Bluemen’ was a Norse term for the Arabs, since the blue dye used in North Africa had a tendency to colour its wearer’s skin. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 9 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 20:39, Fri 27 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Decisions, decisions....... ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth raises her head, brought out of her self-pity by Ravn's words. "Or how about a third choice, ye of all wisdom!" she replies sarcastically, her hands on her hips. "I'll stay with her, whether we can help her or not. I'll not be leavin' one to die simply because she's not well. It might work for ye of the new gods, but we take care of ours 'er the land takes us!" She looks around. "Aye, the dogheads are a danger, and we'll be seein' more of them. It is what the Constable and I were doin' all this time, explorin' the lands, reclaimin' it for our own. But the Mother looks upon all her children, even as storms batter and winds shake. Its one thing, and a bonny brave thing to be riskin' you're own neck. But to abandon one helpless... I canna allow that." She frowns at Ravn. "So build ye'r works and fight you're wars and I'm hopin' those Gods that call death upon ye love ye for it! But I'll not leave this lass." Hmmm... one can of worms... open slowly... ;) =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 11 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 23:36, Fri 27 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Decisions, decisions....... ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn's first reaction to Elsbeth's harsh words is a short rush of rage. Not only has she the nerve to cause such dissent now the only sane path has been laid before her - she has not even understood a word I've said! Women!, he thinks to himself as his blood pressure slowly drops back to normal. And then he retorts, in the softest voice he can muster. "Fair Elsbeth, what I am suggesting is to AVOID abandoning this poor victim of an unknown curse or ailment. Have you, too, lost your wits or is there another, saner reason for your opposition to what I suggest? And if we find that we cannot save this poor victim of the madness that seems to be spreading among us? Would you sit here until Naglfar comes sailing by, waiting for a cure to fall into your lap, while dogheads roam free? Such was not the quest Earl Richard's laid upon us when he placed this useless housemaid of his in our charge and, by Tyr's Price! such was neither the oath I swore. But you are a woman and I expect you not to understand a man's honor anymore than I shall ever understand why women's tongues so swiftly and so oftenly outrun their better judgement." He turns to Rolf. "Constable, I may counselbut it is you who must decide. And do it now, for whichever we choose we shall have precious little time to do what needs doing." =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 12 Bio1 : Crazy Wild Savage, Beast Bio2 : Killer,Thief in the Night Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 23:55, Fri 27 Sept 2002 Subject : Blah Blah Blah! ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok rolls his eyes as once again this confrontational group goes through the motions of picking each other apart. He shakes his and wonders how such a team has survived to this point. But their medicine is strong and perhaps there are dynamics at work here that he can not understand. Instead of waiting for the others, Amok looks to Edgar and says, "Come on! Let's go find that mule! She can't have gone far!" =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 7 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 02:07, Sat 28 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Blah Blah Blah! ----------------------------------------------------------- "Enough." Rolf says, his voice not overloud, but it's stern tone carries. "Ravn, see what your arts will do for Selina. Elsbeth, stay ready should Selina need your aid. Edgar, Amok, look for the mule, but stay near and beware the dogheads. Kerim, back them up. Callum, Yuri and I will watch over the camp. Meeleek, Mandrake, keep your arts at hand should they be needed." =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 10 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 02:28, Sat 28 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Blah Blah Blah! ----------------------------------------------------------- Her face gone pale, Elsbeth simply stares at Ravn. She nods at Rolf's words, then makes as if to turn to help the woman. But she stops and gives Ravn a look he's likely seen very seldom. "I'll have ye know that I am knowin' honor. My Father died for that honor. My brothers died for it as well. And if ye were not bein' a Norman new-blood bastard that canna see a woman for bein' as good or better, then I'd show ye and ye'd be learned for it!" Her voice is low and filled with venom. Even Rolf has not seen her quite like this. Good role-playing you guys! I'm not really trying to split us, but Elsbeth needs to settle this... or be settled. ;) =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 12 Date : 07:05, Sat 28 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Blah Blah Blah! ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok's sudden decision to go look for the mule catches Edgar a little off guard, as he was caught up in the exchange between Ravn and Elsbeth, and so his talons dig into the wild man's shoulder as he tries to catch his footing on his shifting perch. "Er, yes ..." he replies, his train of thought broken, and whether he agrees or not with Amok's hasty decision, he surrenders to the inevitable rather than seeking some other spot to sit. "Good idea," he mutters belatedly, hearing Rolf's orders confirm the search, amongst other matters, though whether the raven refers to the mule-seeking, or what seems to be a valiant effort to break up what looks to be an acrimonious clash. =========================================================== From : Amok Access : player Posts : 13 Bio1 : Crazy Wild Savage, Beast Bio2 : Killer,Thief in the Night Portrait : mh19027.jpg Date : 07:17, Sat 28 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Blah Blah Blah! ----------------------------------------------------------- Amok was already looking for hoof prints by the time that Rolf orders him to do so. Amok was not affected by Rolf's words, other than to concentrate all the harder. He turns to Edgar, "Rolf is hard and heavily burdened. He has much on his mind!" Amok shrugs, but not so much as to unseat Edgar. Amok has grown fond of Edgar's presence. But he also sees a greater need. "Dear Edgar, new friend, greater being, portent, protector and close companion; would it be thy desire to search for our missing mule, from the skies? I shall follow as I can, hoof prints and signs, as I have learned to do from my tribe's well earned abilities. I may find the mule afore you! I am good at tracking! But from the skies, surely you see another picture, you must see that which land man can not see! Would it be thy will to do such a search? My experience is that such an animal has not wondered far. Perhaps to another meadow, a close by grounds, to feed. I shall search in the obvious directions. If you could circle all of these and out wider, I know that we will find the mare!" Amok is aware of what mules are. But he prefers to give them gender. Amok is also aware of the many strengths and weaknesses, the personalities of this band of heroes! He wonders while searching, where he fits in. He'd be just as happy, returning to his tribe. But this scrourge of Dogheads covers the land. His slavered captivity could happen again. Best to join any effort, which promised to rid his homeland of such a threat! Amok was in for the long haul! =========================================================== From : Kerim Alakani Access : player Posts : 5 Bio1 : Arabic rogue Bio2 : Angasa Human Portrait : mfr013.jpg Date : 12:53, Mon 30 Sept 2002 Subject : Backup ----------------------------------------------------------- Unable to ascertain wether his inclusion as 'backup' for Amok and Edgar is a temporary injunction granted to him for the frictions of the group or something akin to latrine duty he marches over to Amok. My friend he says, looking at Edgar, wondering if he should be included in the plural sense of the word. Kerim has a fondness of animals of sorts but none thus far has he extended a definition of friend. Continuing on as to avoid further divisions of nomenclature he waits for Amok to finish talking to Edgar. Watching the red man's tracking with interest. As Amok sets off he familiarises himself with the location of the sun and aspect of the trees, lichen etc so as to gain a direction orientation. Animals that are such who have been tamed by the likes of men often do not yield to the impluses of their wild brethren Amok. Though critically endangered they may be the beast has formed a layer over it's primal life and oft seeks to return from whence it came. However it is also true that the road which it bore aside us reveals also perils, and this it would know, so guess I cannot as to what direction the missing mule might have chosen. Indeed, whilst you follow it I shall be your eyes on the ground. If such occurs that we find it I suggest that it is I, it's master, that rescues it. Kerim then checks his weapons are in appropriate order, and sets off with Amok, keeping his senses alert and making every effort to move stealthily and silently in the forest. =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 31 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 23:10, Mon 30 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Backup ----------------------------------------------------------- As Edgar flies up he spots the Mule easily, and can direct Amok and Kerimto it speedily. The mule waits patiently for their arrival and even rubs his nose against Kerims chest as they approach the beast. it is short work to fix the broken halter and start making their way back to camp. Elsbeth and Ravn half square off to each other across the almost comatose body of Selina, as Rolf stand there watching them. Sensing discretion as the better part of valour, and a possible arguement brewing - Meeleek, Yuri, Callum, Mandrake and Peter all head for the edge of the camp - leaveing the three protagonists with the pale young woman. =========================================================== From : Selina Access : player Posts : 3 Date : 23:11, Mon 30 Sept 2002 Subject : Re: Backup ----------------------------------------------------------- "Eeeeaaaaii" screams selina suddenly, as she starts thrashing about again, a slight foam appearing at the corner of her mouth. =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 13 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 08:10, Tue 01 Oct 2002 Subject : Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn gives Elsbeth a cold, emotionless stare, struggling inside to maintain his calm at the young woman's repeated disrespect. Surely, she is still not completely cured of the madness that beset her earlier. What a shame... Then he turns to Rolf, ignoring the screaming Selina, to answer his command. "Constable, like I said before I have already spent whatever boons the Aesir granted me for my blót. And I have spent them well in order to first of all reinforce our battle strength, for our enemies are close." His visage is stern, his voice hard. "And now you ask for more. Do you think the Aesir's favors come cheap? Well, you are mistaken, Rolf. The Aesir grant their favors only to those who pay them heed and homage. And only to those who blót. For the boons I receive I have blóted, Rolf, and preciously at that! Something for something, Rolf, and nothing for nothing" He points to his eye patch "So I ask you again: Have you paid a precious price? And, more importantly, will you? Or do you expect the Kingmaker to bring you aid like a thrall bearing beer and bacon to the benches of the hird?" =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 8 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 13:13, Tue 01 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf looks to Ravn, a dangerous gleam in his eye. "Master Ashengrey, if you can't help Selina, say so and have done. But if the price for your arts is to weaken us before our enemies, then that price is too great. Take up your spear and ward the camp while Elsbeth and Peter aid her." After a moment, Rolf steps closer to Ravn. His voice is lower, but not so low to keep his words from carrying to any who wish to listen. "My allegience I have pledged to Uller the Archer and he alone is judge over my homage. Do not forget your place, Ravn. If your oath is not worthless, you will do as you are told." Rolf makes a point of turning his back on Ravn as he struggles for calmness. =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 14 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 14:07, Tue 01 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf glares coolly at Rolf's back. "Odin requires us to forfeit blood and gold, for such is his desire. What Uller claims I am unsure but it will be something precious to you, Rolf, something precious it MUST be - mark my words! And you would be wise to choose yourself before the Aesir choose FOR you." He looks down at the frothing maiden. "For this one's healing, I would have to yet again ask for Freya's blessing - and not even Thor's Comfort would be sure to provide a cure. This I cannot do standing watch but if so is your bidding, Constable... Come, Uddhugg, we shall do while others dally." He grabs his spear and positions himself at whichever position grants the best overview of plausible doghead approach routes. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 11 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 22:47, Tue 01 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth stares at Ravn's retreating back, stunned. That he would be angry, she expected. That he would deny her words, that was typical. But to IGNORE her as if she were... as if she were but less than human? Selina's scream resonates in her head as she hears Rolf' words but is still stunned by Ravn. Less than nothing was she? Her, the grand-niece of her people's ruler, a chosen of the Druids, a priestess of sacred rites? Nothing? In that moment, all her misgivings and self-pity vanish in a blind rage. Bending down, she grabs a hard clod of dirt, fist sized, and hurls it at the man's head as hard as she can. Hit AC 8- should be pretty minimal damage if at all Her chest heaving, she bites her lip from screaming the curses she wishes to scream... =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 32 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 02:47, Wed 02 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn gets two or three paces towards his chosen guard point, when a clod of earth goes flying past his ear .... =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 13 Date : 12:09, Wed 02 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- "Selina", Edgar comments to his two companions as he hears the woman's scream from the camp as they lead the mule back. "She still suffers ... something afflicts her, shows her visions but bends her mind so that I fear it will break." =========================================================== From : Laddie Access : NPC Posts : 1 Portrait : ncl017.jpg Date : 15:27, Wed 02 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- Not far from Elsbeth, Laddie growls low in his throat. He doesn't know why his Mistress is angry, but he senses it and is reacting to it... =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 6 Bio1 : Midani mage Bio2 : of wind and sand Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 08:15, Thu 03 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Paying the precious price ----------------------------------------------------------- [Private to Amok; Callum mac Aonghas; Edgar; Elsbeth Marva Treveri; JohnB; Kerim Alakani ; Mandrake ; Peter Gasgano; Ravn Ashengray; Rolf Liefson; Selina; Yuri: Sorry folks for the late respons. I've been moving to a new city the past week...] Through all these happenings, Meeleeks remains quiet, deep in his thoughts. Reluctant as he was to do so, he finds himself agreeing with Ravn Ashengray. Selina, though being a companion, has troubled him greatly, for he KNOWS something is within her, something dark and powerful, and he fears it. So waiting one more day for her healing is the humane thing to do, but the mage will not morn her if she is left behind. Alas, as he turns to Rolf to give his counsel, the animity of Ravn and Elsbeth takes clear form, and any favorable thoughts of the runecaster vanish. The young Midani stands quietly aside, knows honor is too important for these two to have someone intervene. However, fearing matters will get out of hands, he prepares a spell... =========================================================== From : Uddhugg Access : NPC Posts : 1 Date : 15:08, Thu 03 Oct 2002 Subject : SQUAWK!!!! ----------------------------------------------------------- Uddhugg, perched on Ravn's shoulder and thus actually positioned 'next to Ravn's ear' squawks with horror when the boulder (or so it seems compared to his small size) of compressed dirt comes flying right at him and takes flight in a flurry of feathers, seeking refuge on a rock a good many paces away. From there, he starts cawing furiously, telling in his own crow-like fashion what he thinks of people tossing dirt at Odin's watchers of Midgard. =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 15 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 17:37, Thu 03 Oct 2002 Subject : A word (or more) of wisdom ----------------------------------------------------------- The Runecaster, startled at first by Elsbeth's violent action and the crow's loud reaction, slowly regains his composure with the recollection of how close he and the druidess had come to perfect mutual understanding on their last venture. Now, he finds his bubbling rage slowly cooling to a simmer and his once affection and admiration for the druidess cooling with it. Sighing sadly, he brushes a little grit off his shoulder and - when the heat in his cheeks has completely gone - looks with a sorrowful expression at the druidess. "Is this a sign of some newfound wisdom of yours, Elsbeth, some higher insight you have gained in my absense? Tossing muck and stirring strife? Manners of the Early Court, is it? That saddens me, for it is less dignified than what I had expected of you, a woman revered among her people for her wisdom, and even less than I had hoped to find in you." Ravn's voice lowers as he tries to keep it from trembling with emotion - whether rage or sorrow he cannot tell. "Yes, I had higher hopes of you. I had hoped that you, of all here, could see the truth and wisdom of my words. I had hoped you would help our Constable make the right choice." He shakes his head sadly. "But, alas, you offer neither counsel, nor wisdom, nor truth. All you do is throw muck and invite strife. Well, this is neither the place nor the time for strife - and if it is lip fencing you seek, woman, then take it to the kitchen where it belongs. Yes, you heard me - if you seek grown men's respect then stop acting like a child or they will only and always see and treat you as a child." Oddly, there was no provocative tone to his voice - just sheer serenity - when he said that, serenity that stays there as he continues. "What we DO need is - and if I have not said it before then let me repeat it now - to start preparing defenses and atone with our gods. Why build defenses? So we can stare here one more day and be able to fend off any attacking hordes of dogheads. Why stay one more day? So we may gather enough of our gods' favor to put the cursed maiden into a state fit for travel. This we should be able to accomplish in the course of two days and two nights - one day for preparations and one night for curing rituals, then one more day for replenishing our supplies and spiritual strengths and then, lastly, one more night because nobody likes to travel in the dark." He pauses for a heartbeat to let her follow his train of thought, then sets his verbal finger right on the spot that nags him the most. "And why do we have to atone with our gods?" He points a physical finger down at the frothing, shaking Selina but does not take his eyes off Elsbeth's. "THAT is a clear sign that the gods are less than divinely excited about how we fare. And so is the doghead ambush, And the doghead leader's trollish magic. And the missing mule. And the faerie's death. And the fact that we are having this discussion in the first place, let alone the disagreement. All are signs from the gods that we should mend our ways or face greater perils yet. So what is it about our ways that needs changing? Well, I submit that maybe, just maybe we have too much confidence in ourselves and too little respect for the gods, and no god I have ever seen or heard of took any liking to mortals showing disrespect. I have already asked Rolf, so now I ask you - how long has it been since last you made a sacrifice? Or do you just suck from the Force like a drunkard at the beer tap, never keen to pay for your consumption? Do you - like, evidently, our good Constable - believe that the gods will not somehow have their price and then some for your insolence - if for no other cause then to teach you and the rest of mankind a lesson? Do you serve your gods, Elsbeth, or do you try to make them serve you? Pay homage, I say! Pay heed! Be humble before the eyes of your gods! And see that it is high time you started paying the price for mortal claims to godly grants!" Lastly, after a long and much needed breath of air he touches upon the issue of the growling, threatening wolf, still not taking his eyes off hers. "And DO call that fleabag to heel before someone mistakes it for a doghead." =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 13 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 15:44, Fri 04 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A word (or more) of wisdom ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth listens, the red fading from her face as Ravn speaks. As he continues, she finds she cannot meet his eyes and looks down. Finally, as he finishes, she whispers a warning to Laddie. *Have you become so wrapped up in what ye think is right that ye've forgotten the way?* she asks herself. *Could a mystic of the new gods be seein' clearer than you? Oh Marva, what have ye done to yourself?* For some reason, his disdain and sorrow hit harder than mere words... which explains the few tears that fill her eyes... "I... I..." she stammers softly. "I beg your forgiveness," she tells Ravn. "I'm not deservin' it, but you're right. I've forgotten the ways. I've let my way be the way instead of the god's way. We are taught that good follows evil, evil follows good, both in the eternal cycle of life, death and rebirth. I was forgettin' that it applies to meself as well." She meets his eyes, her own filled with self-loathing. "I'll tend to Selina, and beg again that ye find it in your heart to forgive me." =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 14 Date : 03:00, Sat 05 Oct 2002 Subject : Speaking words of wisdom ... let it be ----------------------------------------------------------- As the mule-recovery party arrive back at the clearing, Edgar catches the tail end of the exchange betwixt the priests of gods old and new. In the aftermath of Elsbeth's apology (and the anguish in her voice moves him to utter something in her defence, if nothing else does), he speaks up, from the vantage of height, atop Amok's shoulder. "The gods exact their price whether we will it or no, Runecaster" the bird says to Ravn, shortly ... but with a newfound respect - he may not like the man, but perhaps now he is beginning to understand him a little more. =========================================================== From : Ravn Ashengray Access : player Posts : 16 Portrait : mfw012.jpg Date : 13:08, Sat 05 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Speaking words of wisdom ... let it be ----------------------------------------------------------- Ravn nods at the druidess' reply, thinkig she might be coming to her sense after all. "You need not MY forgiveness, priestess, but that of your gods. And were I you I would seek it immediately by righting my wyas and makig a significant sacrifice. But I know not your gods nor their wishes - so search your own heart for what would appease them." He lays a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I am certain it is a trollish curse that steers us in the wrong direction like this, causing mischief and blinding our eyes. But if I alone, for my one eye or for whichever boon I have been granted, am the one to see this and the proper way then heed my words that I may guide you safely out of this Loke's mist." With that, he leaves the woman with the Constable and heads for the top of the hill and the vantage point - tactical AND religious - casting a brief acknowledgement to the speaking ravne. "True, Alfather's Ear-Whisperer, that the Aesir will take what they want. But I speak not of the gods' shifting desires and sudden urges, upon which we have no influence - I speak of what must be done to retain their good favor in our own fickle endeavors to further our mortal time and earn us a place in Valhal. And that price, Odin's Eye, we decide ourselves and would do well to balance it handsomely against the boons we request! This is the message I bear, and you can whisper THAT in Odin's ear. And now yo must excuse me for I must prepare for the offering." =========================================================== From : Meeleek El'Wakhad Access : player Posts : 7 Bio1 : Midani mage Bio2 : of wind and sand Portrait : mfr006.jpg Date : 15:31, Mon 07 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Speaking words of wisdom ... let it be ----------------------------------------------------------- Nodding his head in silence, Meeleek turns from the clearing and to his busyness. No doubt the priest can talk, he says to himself. But to tell Elsbeth Marva she evokes strife- it takes a couragous man to lie so boldly... =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 14 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 16:22, Mon 07 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Speaking words of wisdom ... let it be ----------------------------------------------------------- Elsbeth cringes slightly at the touch on her shoulder, but she listens, head down. She stands there silently for several moments, the only sounds that of Selina's torment. "I'm needin' a few things," she suddenly announces. With that, she suddenly turns and steps into the neighboring brush. =========================================================== From : JohnB Access : GM Posts : 43 Portrait : mmc001.jpg Date : 22:46, Mon 07 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: Speaking words of wisdom ... let it be ----------------------------------------------------------- For a brief moment every one is together again as edgar, Amok and Kerim arrive back at the camp with the missing mule, and the self appointed guardsmen hear the arguements dying down - and close in to see oif everyone is ready to leave yet. then Ravn leaves heading for ther highest ground he can find, and stands there, proud against the sky line as he prepares to deal with hie gods yet again. Elsbath makes he appologies and leaves the area, almost ignoring the others as she does so. Searching in the bushes and undergrowth she eventually finds a small wild apple tree with mistletoe growing on it, with the remains of a dead sparrow (obviously taken by a hak of some kind) nestling amongst its roots. Rolf stand watching the by-play between the two priests, realising that they are almost, but not quite, ignoring his instruction. The tension is broken, however, as Selina moans again. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 15 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 04:49, Tue 08 Oct 2002 Subject : A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- The young druid walks over to Selina's side, gather brush and boughs as she moves over. She very carefully arranges these in a circle about the woman, standing to gather more to finish a circle to hold both her and Selina. She unbinds her hair and removes her cloak, then her shoes, then her stockings. Elsbeth then sits in the circle, the mistletoe and the remains of the sparrow in her lap, very close to the prone woman. Then, she bows her head until her face is hidden by her hair... and begins to chant softly... her voice barely a whisper... =========================================================== From : Rolf Liefson Access : player Posts : 9 Portrait : mfr004.jpg Date : 03:17, Fri 11 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Rolf spends several moments watching Elsbeth's efforts, not understanding what she's about, but trustful of the lass's efforts. Breaking himself free of that, he moves quietly over to the trio of mule hunters. "Kerim, pack up just in case, but quietly and leave room for Selina just in case. Peter can help you. Amok, Edgar, please help out with the watch, but don't go far." =========================================================== From : Peter Gasgano Access : player Posts : 3 Portrait : mfr022.jpg Date : 09:13, Fri 11 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Peter casts a concrned look across towards Elsbeth, but then heads across to help load the mules. With both mules back and ready its fairly easy to get all the gear loaded and still leave some space should it be needed for Selina. =========================================================== From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri Access : player Posts : 16 Portrait : ffs048.jpg Date : 06:05, Sat 12 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Shortly, Elsbeth finishes her prayers and looks up. Her face, which had been troubled and distraught, is now serene. "Lady of Night, Goddess of Earth, Our paths lie through and past Father of Storm, Sister of Green, The cycle makes up our last." She takes mistletoe and holts it aloft. "In life ye give us breath, the will to grow, the joy of time. Ye bring us anew our paths to seek. For this, we thank thee." She carefully kisses the mistletoe and sets it lovingly in the dirt, then takes up the remains of the bird, holding it aloft as well. "When life's path ends, the sleep of death is our place. The aches of living, the sorrows of passing, both sad and joy. All taken by you and given rest with the passing. The cycle continues as from the land we come, to the land we go." Elsbeth scoops dirt aside, making a hole and placing the remains in it, covering it over with a gentle pat. "From Mother Earth to Mother Earth, from death to birth to death. The cycle of birth, death and rebirth is your gift. As the trees lose their leaves, as the ground dies in the cold of winter, it is born anew with the warmth of spring. For this, we thank thee, and offer our hope in rebirth, to begin again, to live again." She takes the mistletoe and kisses it, then places it on Selina. Then, she takes some of the dirt from atop the buried bird and rubs it in her hands. She looks for a long moment at the suffering woman, her eyes gentle. Placing her hands on Selina and over the plant, she takes a deep breath... and begins to chant in a sing-song... "From Life to Death a journey's path, Ye canna be lost I pray, For the wheel still turns in way rebirth, From Life to Death and back. "Praise to the Goddess, we hail thee, Your gifts abound in plenty, With wisdom comes joy, laughter and love, From Life to Death and back. From Life to Death to life... we pray..." This message was last edited by the player at 06:05, Sat 12 Oct 2002. =========================================================== From : Edgar Access : player Posts : 15 Date : 03:22, Sun 13 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Doing Rolf's bidding, Edgar joins those on watch ... but his gaze falls more often on Elsbeth and the rite she performs, than on what lies outside the campsite ... =========================================================== From : Peter Gasgano Access : player Posts : 4 Portrait : mfr022.jpg Date : 08:58, Mon 14 Oct 2002 Subject : Re: A ceremony ----------------------------------------------------------- Peter gasps slightly as he realises just how powerful a magic the druidess is trying to evoke ..... ===========================================================