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From : JohnB
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Date : 18:52, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : The Doghead Camp
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Slowly the party draw up their plans to attack the doghead fortification
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OOC: Just wanted to do
XP from the last thread ... ---- please continue ...
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From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 20:30, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Ravn looks really tired.
"I was borne, raised and trained a counsellor. Today, I have counselled of
what should be done - and I have even said it twice and slowly. Have you
listened?"
He stands between Thorgunn and Callum, knowing he has two agreeing partners
there - at least in the matter of closing the tactical debate and get on with
killing dogheads.
"Vanir, you suggest to go in alone and free the thralls. Now, let us for a
moment forget that this was the very action we discarded when Thorgunn told us
earlier, unopposed at the time, that the thralls were too weak and mellow to
offer us any aid. I am sure you mean well and your courage I do not doubt - but
are not your talents used just better at Rolf's side with the bow and arrow
without risking that the dogheads become wary of the noose before we have
placed it around their necks?"
The look in his eye makes it perfectly clear that it was only a rhetorical
question. He continues:
"Stay with the Constable's party, this is my counsel and not without
reason - your stealthy skills and keen senses will be of much use to escape the
moatside monster's attention, and of no use there if you ventured in ahead. And
if you do so anyway when the moat passage is behind you then at least wait
until the parcel has been delivered lest you risk blowing our disguise as well
as drawing the dogheads' attention to you - and there wil be nothing we can do
for you other than to leap into the attack from a less vantageous position than
required and die unvictorious for your folly or just sit and watch as you get
butchered. And, personally, I am as unamused as ever by arguments over straying
Vanirs' burial rites - but that is another, older story."
The Runecaster shakes his head and looks at Rolf.
"Now, I am weary of this endless debate and I fear the dogheads will die
of old age before we get to thrusting steel through their skulls, and that
would be an unbearable crime of neglect. Meeleek Blueman, will you cast your
powers of the unseen on brave Thorgunn now, please?"
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Date : 20:47, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Elsbeth starts to speak, then (amazingly) holds her tongue. There is
little to be served by arguing with Ravn, she knows well.
"Our Counseler has spoken," she remarks, a bit sarcastically.
She looks to Rolf. "If you are in agreement with his recommendations,
then I am suggestin' that we be off. I can find the most hidden and quiet
way if ye be followin' me and Laddie." ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 21:18, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Ravn, seeing Elsbeth's face almost contort with half a breath of argument and
then change into one he loves better - namely that look of cool self-restraint
and aloofness which followed him in his dreams and recollections on his latest
visit home. Instead of lighting his fury at her respectless tone, he sends her
an approving (or was that thankful, even?) nod and a telling smile.
We know each other better by the passing of each day, fair Elsbeth... And
you must by now have found that there is often more wisdom of WHAT I say than
of HOW and of WHEN I say it. Or is there really, druidess? Maybe you can even
see the wisdom of WHY...?
These thoughts rush through the Runecaster's mind, words that he would not dare
to speak openly to her - not in this company of the trivial and worldly, anyway
- and he suddenly becomes aware that his thoughts may be showing on his face.
Almost blushing, he resorts to reciting some old verse of the Havamál instead,
old habit and practise for a runic wielder:
...of sixteen:
If you would truly gain
the heart of the fair
fairly shall you promise
and fairly promise keep...
His eyebrow rises almost to the hairline at his own inner dialogue.
Now why did THAT one spring to mind?
Distracted and distraught, he shakes his head (spooking the unsuspecting
Uddhugg perched, half aslepp, on his shoulder) and turns his attention to the
Blueman mage should he wish to continue, also, with the matter at hand.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Date : 21:45, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Her comments made, Elsbeth turns her attentions inward, readying herself for
the task of reaching out to the woods, to the spirits within. Haunted or
not, her heart sings at the thought of finding the wildness instead of carrying
a war to the evil creatures at its edges...
If only Ravn didn't always have a long speech on his gods! she thinks to
herself. Everytime he spoke of his gods and the rites of battle, it was
like a thorn in her heart. She shakes her head. As if a woman of
the old religion could ever find herself with a man of the new.
Now where did that come from? Elsbeth glances up in time to see Ravn's
eyes upon her and finds herself blushing. Oh, why couldn't she simply be
mad at him? After all, none of them might come back alive from this foolish
adventure.And that thought makes the young woman sad indeed.
Oh, I wish I was not so confused about him! It would be so much
easier if she simply hated him instead of...
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
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Date : 21:47, Tue 18 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Meeleek watches the debate is silence, much the way he did in ALL the former
debates. He stands stoic, his hands folded in the shrouds of his aba, listening
to everyone's words, hearing their words and intentions alike.
Depp in concentration, the young Midani is a bit startled as Ravn addresses him
directly, especially in a request for acknowledgment as the true leader of the
group.
Meeleek looks the Runecaster straight in the eyes, and then turns to Rolf,
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From : Rolf Liefson
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Date : 02:49, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"Elsbeth, I suspect that the secret of the place is in that copse and that
with it's help, we'll free the slaves. Would you agree?" He
pauses, then continues, "I feel that getting Elsbeth into the copse is our
main focus. Elsbeth, do you think you can enter safely or do you require
Meeleek's enchantment?"
He pauses, then looks to Edgar, "Your job, my friend, is to act as go
between with us and Elsbeth. If you stay on the far side, over the copse,
you should be safe enough from the dogheads."
"The rest of us will prepare a frontal assault. When Elsbeth is
ready, or if she's spied out before she reaches the copse, we'll be
attacking. Peter, you hold back. Should we fail, it's up to you to
reach Earl Richard and let him know of our failure."
"Now, Meeleek, this wall of mist and spray of colors you mention, tell me
of them. How far you can cast them, how long they'll last, if you can
shift them about, things of that nature. It seems to me that a spray of color
behind the dogheads will draw their attention, allowing us to fall upon them
from behind. And, when Elsbeth draws forth the power of the place, a wall
of mist might put fear upon our enemy. One word though, when your magicks
are depleted, leave and let us cover your escape. Return and join Peter
on his sojourn to Earl Richards court."
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From : Edgar
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Posts : 46
Date : 13:51, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Edgar begins to raise further objections to Ravn's plan, then pauses.
"It is your neck most at risk," the raven admits, "but I think
you know that ... very well, it shall be as you say. And may ..."
again a pause "... may the gods watch over you. Both old and
new. I am ready."
Like the rest, Edgar then turns to Rolf, awaiting his decision, and nods his
head gravely as that decision is pronounced.
"Your job, my friend, is to act as go between with us and
Elsbeth. If you stay on the far side, over the copse, you should be safe
enough from the dogheads."
Safe, perhaps, for it is unlikely that whatever might dwell in the haunted wood
would see a lone bird as a threat ... but from there he will be able to keep an
watchful eye on the Druidess too, lest her route proves the more perilous.
"Once I have delivered my parcel, I shall wing my way to you there ... by
a circular route, so as not to draw the attention of our foes," Edgar
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From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 17:05, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"One word, Constable, if I may - for a thought just struck like Mjolnir's
Noisy Kiss," Ravn adds, then turning to the mage. "Meeleek BLueman,
you said you could shroud but one of us in invisibility and would then have to
retreat into solitude and contemplation before you could cast another such
trollery. Tell me, if you will, how long would this magical unseenness last?
And how long before you would be ready to repeat your marvelous feat?"
He turns to Rolf, explaining.
"The sun is still in the sky, and maybe we could hide both Elsbeth's and
Thorgunn's passage so if we but heed time properly...."
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From : Peter Gasgano
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Date : 17:14, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Peter nods his head sagely at the decision leaving him outside. Truth be
told, he wasn't looking forward to taking part in an assault, he
certainly wasn't well suited to it, but a hint of redness touches his
face at the public reminder of his poor abilities, even though they
are all comrades ...
Still, what other way was there ....
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Date : 17:33, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Elsbeth nods, returning her attention to the discussion (and thankfully away
from her straying thoughts!). "Remember that I am not alone, for I
have Laddie with me as well. And the Goddess, bless her and her
works! She is with me as well. I'll not be as helpless as ye might
be thinkin' while doin' this."
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From : Rolf Liefson
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Date : 18:40, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Rolf nods at Ravn, "A good thought." he says, then turns to
Elsbeth. "Is it wise to take the wolf with you? He will surely
attract the attentions of the dogheads. Perhaps he should remain and join
us in our direct fight."
Then he looks to Meeleek, to wait upon his answer to Ravn as to how long it'll
take to renew his magicks.
OOC: Here's the battle plan as I see it. We invisible Elsbeth, get
her into the copse. Edgar then flies in to make sure everything is
kosher. Then, when Meeleek can cast again, he'll cast invisibility on
Thorgunn to bring forth the "gift". The rest of us (except
Peter) will prepare to rush to battle. Once things have gotten involved,
Thorgunn (who should still be invisible) will wait and attack the leader if he
can. As a backup, Rolf will have his bow at the ready to attack the
leader also. If we need a distraction, Meeleek will cast his Color
Spray. If we really get pasted, then Meeleek will cast his other spell to
give us cover. ===========================================================
From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
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Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
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Date : 20:33, Wed 19 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Blushing slightly, but remaining serious, Meeleek explains.
"The invisibility illusion shall remain until one breaks it- in attacking
directly or otherwise drawing attention to her place." Turning to Rolf, he
continues: "In order to cast this spell again I shall require two hours of
study, more or less. The same time will be required if I am to conjure the wall
of gloom. This wall shall be ten feet high and sixty across and will cause any
passing it to despair. It will dissipate in a few minutes, though.
"The color spray is smaller- only twenty feet long and the same across. It
is a marvelous spray of colors which may blind or stun enemies on close
quarters, but from afar may merely create a wonderful distraction."
Catching himself getting enthusiastic, Meeleek calms himself, bows deeply, and
finishes: "For you to use as you wish, Rolf Liefson."
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From : Yuri
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Posts : 4
Date : 13:28, Thu 20 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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As the group discussion continues and Ravn's speaches hold their typical
length, Yuri's mind begins to wander. Being told he is to be one of the
participants of the frontal assualt breaks his reverie, as the young bard is
assaulted by feelings of excitement and terror.
"And I have a sphere of fire to share with them", Yuri adds after
Meeleek describes his spells, denoting that of all emotions, the desire for
revenge is foremost. ===========================================================
From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
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Bio2 : of wind and sand
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Date : 14:48, Thu 20 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Meeleek turns to stare a Yuri in miscomprehension. Could he really mean it?.
The young midani studies the man with new interest.
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
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Date : 11:53, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Callum looks pleased that definite plans have been laid, although he still has
problems getting past "keep killing dogheads until they are all dead, or
you are". "Will we be getting on with feeding their blood to
the goddess, now?" he asks eagerly.
OOC: I really mean it - I'm going on holiday in two weeks, for two
weeks, where I doubt I'll be able to post (I'll be on a boat most of the
time) and this is Callums first chance to contribute something other than
anti-elvish racism to the party for months. Spraying the town red is what
he's best at, besides, if I have to leave him on autopilot, who knows what
collateral damage there may be, eh, Lienlllynn...? :-)
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From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 14:04, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"Yes, Callum, we will," Ravn says, every bit as eager as the Celt to
get on with the execution of his cunning plan - and the execution of the
dogheads, of course. He looks at Rolf.
"It appears all is set, Constable. Shall we..?"
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From : Rolf Liefson
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Date : 16:09, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"Yes, we've waited long enough. Meeleek, cast your magicks of
unseeing upon Elsbeth. Elsbeth, once he's done, move down into the wood
within. Be careful, you're not there to do ought but get within the wood
and awaken the Celtic spirits within. Edgar, once you figure she's in the
wood, fly in. Be careful to only cross from the far side, over the ditch
and the wood, do not fly over the dogheads."
He turns to the rest. "Meeleek, once you've cast the spell, start
working on replenishing it. That will give Elsbeth plenty of time to get
into the wood. If anything goes wrong, we attack. If things go
smoothly, then Thorgunn will be made invisible, Edgar will come back to 'fly'
the gift of Ravn forward. Thorgunn will then make his way on into the
camp to be ready to attack the leader. The rest of us will make a frontal
assault. Remember your other spells should the need arise, Meeleek.
If we get into trouble, retreat to the wood, the dogheads will not follow us
within. We can then harry them with spell and arrow until we're ready to
assualt them again. And perhaps by them, we'll have stiffened a few of
the backs of the slaves we've hopefully freed by then."
OOC: I'm with Callum, I'd like to go ahead and get moving on this
assault. Rolf's been hesitant as he doesn't want to follow a course that
will get his companions killed, but he's come to realize that if they don't
move soon, the more bloodthirsty of the companions will attack without wit or
reason. ===========================================================
From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Date : 18:06, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"I understand," Elsbeth replies softly.
She kneels down to her wolf, meeting the great beast's eyes. She growls
to him, responding when he growls back. The wolf looks back at the group,
then at Elsbeth, then gives a low bark. He then moves over to Rolf and
looks to the man expectantly.
"Laddie will be runnin' with ye now, Rolf. Ye'll not be able to give
him direction, but he'll look to ye as pack leader. And I pray the
Goddess is with ye."
OOC: Fair enough, Callum! I'd expect nothing else :) Just
because Elsbeth is reluctant to fight doesn't mean glory can't come to those of
you who wish it! So I say, on with the show.
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From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 21:51, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"Spoken like a king, brave Rolf!"
Ravn's voice is, as would be expected, filled with excitement at the battle
about to take place.
"Come one Thorgunn and Peter - we have a parcel to wrap!"
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From : Rolf Liefson
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Date : 23:26, Fri 21 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"No," Rolf replies to Ravn seriously, "Not a king, just a man
who won't abide seeing his kin in the dogheads thrall." To the rest,
he asks, "Is everyone clear on their part to play?"
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
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Bio2 : of wind and sand
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Date : 00:55, Sat 22 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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Solemnly, Meeleek approaches Elsbeth and casts the spell. The druidess
disapears in a moment.
Then, as instructed, the young Midani sits down and opens his spell book.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Posts : 60
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Date : 06:21, Sat 22 Feb
Subject : Re: The Doghead Camp
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"The Goddess be with ye, and be careful," states Elsbeth. Then,
she is heard to move, hesitate... then she is heard no more.
[Private to Ravn Ashengray: Ravn hears a soft voice
very close to his ear. "And don't go being a dead hero. I'd
miss you."]
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 47
Date : 08:16, Sat 22 Feb
Subject : Opening Gambit
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Edgar catches Peter's fallen expression, and a tinge of sympathy touches the
raven. Fluttering over to rest atop the librarian's shoulder, Edgar leans
close to his ear and whispers.
You watch not only the mules, but also the future, my friend ... as do I,
for my own role in the coming storm is naught but a token, to assist in Ravn's
charade, thence to bear messages ... but we will bear witness to the legend
that our comrades will build this day, do they live or die, and their story we
will pass on. That can be the harder part ... to do nothing but watch.
Edgar turns his head as Rolf speaks, the Constable's words heralding the start
of the gambit. Though as Elsbeth vanishes, the raven takes wing in a
hurry, muttering to himself, "A problem presents itself ... how am I to
know where Elsbeth is, let alone when she reaches the wood ?!!"
"Elsbeth ! The raven caws as he flies away towards the camp, "I
shall await you by the ditch ... be sure to stop for me there !!"
[Private to Elsbeth Marva Treveri: in the interests
of speeding things up for our hasty comrades ... Edgar should hear your
approach, as you come near the rear of the camp ... basically he won't be able
to perch upon you, as you will have a bit of climbing to do, but he can fly to
the fence and keep a lookout for approaching moat monsters and the like, and
then once you climb over, signal him with a quiet word, and he will return to
others. If all goes according to plan, that is !! ;>]
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From : Kerim Alakani
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Posts : 30
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Bio2 : Angasa Human
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Date : 09:01, Sat 22 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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OOC: One of my recent posts, which I thought I'd made, appears not to be
there. Oh well, not that important. But I was here.
Kerim bows slightly to Rolf and turns to the Mule to withdraw what number of
arrows he has. He checks his bowstring, sharpens his weapons and eats
some food.
After this he waits impatiently for the coming battle, pacing nervously about,
returning to talk to the mule every now and then.
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From : JohnB
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Posts : 114
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Date : 12:06, Sat 22 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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OOC - Need some clarification ... Is
Elsbeth heading across the ditch now, or waiting til Meeleek
has regained his spell?
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
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Posts : 61
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Date : 04:08, Sun 23 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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OOC: That was her plan- to head out right away. After all, she's
not running headlong into battle. Besides, you know her and her
ceremonies- she could still be getting into the earth-thing long after that
other spell is cast!
[Private to Edgar: Yes- She'll wait for you.
I just hadn't gotten that far yet. Also, she's being quiet for the benefit of
the others, but I suspect Edgar will see her (and the brush she is
moving through) long before he hears her :)]
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
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Date : 14:23, Sun 23 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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As the discussion wears on and they seem no nearer towards venting their
spleens upon the doghead camp, Thorgunn becomes more agitated. Impatiently he
shifts his weight from one foot to the other, gripping the hafts of his axes
until his knuckles turn white. The Norseman is thoroughly confused by his
companions' desire to leave a dagger amidst their enemy. He does not raise a
question, but merely allows a bemused look to cross his face before returning
his thoughts to the coming battle.
Eventually Callum voices what Thorgunn is thinking; When do the heads roll?
Thorgunn grunts loudly in approval, a fierce frown appearing upon his forehead.
Fortunately, that seems to be the catalyst for action and he follows Ravn to
begin the final preparations.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 5
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 09:24, Mon 24 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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"Rolf, shall I look after Laddie if he will allow it? He seems to
tollerate me more than most, and it will free your mind of one more thing to
worry about."
Regardless of the answer Yuri tries to comfort the wolf, knowing full well how
anxious he gets when Elsbeth is not around.
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 71
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Date : 10:52, Mon 24 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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The mysterious yet sweet sound of Elsbeth's voice in his ear brings Ravn,
walking to the mules to fetch what they need for wrapping him up as a gift, to
a halt. Puzzled, he looks about him, looking for the source of the sound and
finding none. Then he spots the Blueman mage withdrawing, book in hand, and the
Runecaster smiles.
That was swift, indeed, Blueman!, he thinks to himself, adding a smiling
whisper: "A hero I must be, fair Elsbeth, and if I die today I shall
die well - with your voice in my ear, your face in my eye, and your name on my
lips...."
That said, he turns his attention to the parcelwrapping with notable joy and
excitement.
"Now let us get to it! First, we must solve the problem of my spear, for
without it I cannot bear Odin's force with me. How do we handle that?"
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From : Laddie
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Date : 16:51, Mon 24 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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The wolf had been pacing near Rolf, understanding his mistress' command but
uneasy. At Yuri's overtures, his ears perk up. He knows this
two-legged one to be a on of the pack that he trusts. He does not come to
be patted like a dog. Instead, he moves over to within a pace of the
human and lays, watching the activities of the others. ===========================================================
From : Rolf Liefson
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Date : 01:13, Tue 25 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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"Thanks," Rolf answers Yuri's question with a nod, "Though
Laddie has done pretty well on his own." He chuckles. He hears
Ravn's question of the spear and considers. He'd figured that Ravn had
already worked out how to handle his own weapon. "Well, the only thing
I can think of is make it part of the trick. Maybe bundle it in canvas,
toss in a few odds and ends to break up the line of it, something like
that." ===========================================================
From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 6
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 09:51, Tue 25 Feb
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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Yuri smiles, Laddie's readion being as good as his could have hoped, plus
Rolf's reply evidently humours him. "Truth be told I will be much
more confident of my survival with him nearby", the gypsy admits.
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From : JohnB
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Posts : 118
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Date : 11:34, Sat 01 Mar
Subject : Re: Opening Gambit
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Laddie settles down qietly by Yuri's feet and only whimpers gently and
occassionally at the departure of his mistress.
Tims flies as Meeleek researches his spell and the others
byuod a 'parcel'. The only problem id Ravns spear
- How are they going to disguise the thing ..
Gradually, as they wait, Callum and Thorgunn seem to recome
resless and start champing at the bit ...
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From : Ravn Ashengray
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Date : 12:03, Sun 02 Mar
Subject : To hide a spear
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Waiting for Edgar to return with word of Elsbeth's success, Ravn finds himself
faced with two problems - disguising the spear and keeping the two anxious
fighters waiting as time draws out.
"Thorgunn," he regards his fellow Norseman, "I think the only
way to solve this little problem is to turn the spear invisble. To the
unknowing, this would simply mean that you must carry it and hand it to me when
we stand before the doghead king. However, this is not that simple, for it is a
most sacred token of One-Eye and one from which I should never part lest I risk
losing the Wanderer's favor. So only one possibility remains: That you be the
parcel, I the unseen carrier and the spear with me."
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From : Rolf Liefson
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Posts : 66
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Date : 20:18, Tue 04 Mar
Subject : Re: To hide a spear
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Rolf waits to see if Thorgunn is accepting of Ravn's change of plans.
He's a bit concerned though, not about Ravn's suggestion, but anything that
might delay the assault. After all, Elsbeth is already down there, in the
midst of the enemy. ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 54
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 14:06, Wed 05 Mar
Subject : Re: To hide a spear
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A look of uncertainty crosses Thorgunn's face at the mere mention of him
carrying the runecaster's staff. His furrowed brow relaxes somewhat though as
Ravn concludes his adjustment to the plan.
"I would feel ill at ease" he says, "to have the merest touch
from an artifact enchanted with The Wanderer's power. It is best you carry
it".
Thorgunn claps the iron heads of the axes together in a sudden movement.
"Come" he says, "Let us be away, The Thunderer awaits his
entertainment!"
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 25
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 19:08, Thu 06 Mar
Subject : Impatient
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Callum grunts his agreement with Thorgunn.
OOC: Well, I'm off to sail a yacht around the caribbean for a couple of weeks -
if I can find somewhere connected, I'll post but in any case, I'll hoist a few
banananana daiquiri's to our success in the battle (although at this rate I'll
be back before it starts :-P)
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 50
Date : 06:32, Sat 08 Mar
Subject : On a wing and a prayer
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With a flurry of wingbeats (deliberatly so as not to overly alarm the more
twitchy of his two-legged companions), Edgar returns, settling atop Rolf's
shoulder, his voice containing a note of excitement as he speaks.
"It is done ! Elsbeth has entered the woods, unseen and unheard by
our foe."
The excitement gives way to puzzlement as the raven espies Thorgunn preparing
to be parcel-wrapped, rather than Ravn. "The plan has changed
already ?" Edgar inquires of the rune-caster, eyeing the pair.
"Can you lift him ?"
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 73
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 19:55, Sat 08 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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Ravn's face contorts with irritation at the beaky bird's ironic remarks.
"Odin's sons are no weaklings, fowl - this raven may not fly but it will
carry more than just a dagger and spearheaded speech!"
Then he looks about, searching for Meeleek.
"Now, where IS that Blueman? His incantation is due..."
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 51
Date : 02:58, Sun 09 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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As his growing excitement caused him to speak more hastily and less tacfully
than he might otherwise have done, so does that excitement allow the
runecaster's heated reply to wash over Edgar unanswered.
"We needs give Elsbeth some little time," the raven replies, as Ravn
casts about for Meeleek, "though it would be best that we not be overlong
lest matters go awry ..."
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 120
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 09:38, Sun 09 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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The parcel is built, Neeleek rested, edgar is returned and
every one esle is starting to get restless. Even
Laddie seems restless as he lays watching Yuri. The
wolf's eyes are certainly sad and he
continues to peer around looking for Elsbeth's return.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 127
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 12:05, Sat 22 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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Meeleek's spell is regained and the whole group gather
around the roughtly made parcel.
The only decisions seem to be whether to cast the spell now
or wait until they are closer.
And indeed, how close the party want to get before loading Thorgunn into
the parcel - And thus deciding how far Ravn is going to have to
carry the huge ranger ....
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 74
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 00:06, Sun 23 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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Ravn, reading the others' faces like an open book with almost worrying
accuracy, gently shoves Uddhugg's poking beak out of his ear with an annoyed
grimace, then offers his opinion.
"As close as possible without detection would be preferable lest my arm be
weakened by the burden before the bloodsea's journey. Yet I see no reason not
to explore the powers and limitations of your foreign powers as we go, Meeleek
Blueman! Also, we should all bear the parcel with Thorgunn inside there
together, for if we - well, you lot - are spotted on the way you can just leave
it sitting there and make as if you swing the hare's sword and take flight
while Thorgunn and I proceed with our share of the plan. And you can proceed
with yours."
The Runecaster nods respectfully at the Midani mage.
"Cast away!"
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 34
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 08:40, Sun 23 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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In silence, Meeleek approaches the runecaster and begins to chant the arcane
words... ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 129
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 09:52, Sun 23 Mar
Subject : Re: On a wing and a prayer
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[Private to Meeleek El'Wakhad: LOL I am assuming
you are trying to cast the right spell .. :)]
Ravn disappears from sight as Meeleek casts.
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 55
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 00:53, Mon 24 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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An involuntary shudder races along Thorgunn's spine as the runecaster
disappears. Such displays of magical power belonged firmly in the realm of the
gods as far as he was concerned. With a dark look towards those that remain
visible he fidgits with one of his axes.
"Let us be away" he says simply.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 53
Date : 03:28, Mon 24 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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Edgar dips his beak in agreement, settling his ruffled feathers, having nothing
to add to the arrangements the Runecaster has put in place.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 68
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 01:25, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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Rolf looks over those still about and still visible. "We'll move in
as close as we can without being seen, then we'll see what merit lies in Ravn's
plan. Thorgun, Callum, Yuri, Kerim, Lienlllynn and Laddie will move
in. I'll do my best to cover you with my bow. Edgar, once your part
of the deception is over, fly out and work your way around to check on
Elsbeth. Ravn, focus on getting that spell caster if you can.
Meeleek, you'll stay in reserve and use your spells as you deem fit.
Peter, you'll hang back further and if everything goes to hell, your job is to
get clear and get word to earl Richard. Is everyone clear?
Questions?" ===========================================================
From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 8
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 08:41, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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Yuri nods in agreement before realising he's only answering one question, and
it's probably not obvious which. "Clear, no questions" he
mumbles. ===========================================================
From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 27
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 10:17, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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"Lets be about it, then!" says Callum, his expression eager.
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 75
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 12:09, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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Ravn's voice rings out from nowhere:
"Yes, let us be about it now! Heave to!"
Then he grabs hold of the parcel wiht Thorgunn inside to indicate that now
would be a good time to start helping him with it...
[Private to GM: As soon as everyone has a firm hold
of the parcel, Ravn gradually lets go - bearing heavy burdens is a thrall's
labor and, in Ravn's view, not something a gothi like himself should be
doing unless, possibly, that burden be a great treasure or something in that
order. Besides, he'll be doing enough carrying of Thorgunn later and wants to
save his strength.]
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From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 32
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 13:32, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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"Yes - I understand ..." says Peter softly,
his face white. "I will pray that all
goes right and try to offer a safe haven
should any of you need to flee ..."
Making his way to the mules he makes sure they
are fully unloaded and only lightly teathered, before
making his way back to the group. "I am
ready!" he says settling his
shield and drawing his dagger.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 130
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 13:39, Tue 25 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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The party set off carrying the parcel containing Thurgunn, the
uncomfortable size and weight of the package makin it
difficult to carry. Once the parcel is
safely hoisted, Ravn lets the others take the
weight and moves to the back of the group, concentrating and
conserving his strength for the final push.
Finally they come to the end of the cover and
can clearly see the Doghead encampment about 100yards
away.
Everything looks quiet - A single doghead guard
lounges against the pallisade at the entrance.
The small bridge leads up to the gate and
everything appears to be quiet and peaceful
...
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 9
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 10:20, Wed 26 Mar
Subject : Re: Parcel Force
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Getting nervous, Yuri starts looking around, suspicious of the quiet.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 54
Date : 12:59, Wed 26 Mar
Subject : Part and parcel
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Eager now, Edgar hops atop the 'parcel', gripping the bindings with his talons
and unfurling his wings in preparation for the part he is to play.
"Away, away," he caws, his tones low, as he bids the other bearers
make themselves scarce, "the Runecaster and I stand ready !"
A momentary thought comes to the raven, but he does not give it voice nor much
mind. No doubt Ravn has already allowed for the possibility that the
talking bird may well be recognised for the one who attempted to steal the
shaman's rods during the earlier ambush - in fact, the priest of Odin is no
doubt counting upon that fact. And to mention the matter would merely
draw another acerbic comment ...
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 76
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 23:25, Wed 26 Mar
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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"Go now, Rolf - I will recite the Havamál to myself and at the end we
shall bear our precious gift to the dogheads. This should provide ou with
enough time to reac your point of entry. Now go and may Tyr help you!"
The invisible Runecatser's voice comes out of nowhere, oddly calm.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 69
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 21:36, Fri 28 Mar
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Rolf nods in the general direction of Ravn's voice. "We will move
back a bit and circle around somewhat. But we can not show ourselves to
the enemy until your ruse has had a chance to draw their attentions, else it
will be of little use. Give us ten minutes to get set, then make your
approach. The rest of you, with me."
Rolf leads the others back a bit and around a ways, taking pains to keep
everyone quiet and unseen. Once situated, Rolf sets his bow and notches
an arrow, awaiting Ravn's performance as the unseen bearer of the gift of death
to the dogheads, at least that's what Rolf prays for. "Stand
ready." he orders quietly.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 31
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 09:41, Sat 29 Mar
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Kerim chews his lip anxiously. Having already seen the doghead camp he is
none too keen to enter it to discover what lays within.
Though this plan may be fraught with holes that would sink a ship he not so
secretly hopes the dogheads stupidity, greed, antipathy toward one another and
their fear of the gods takes over before suspicion or memory cuts in.
"Ah, shaleem guide me" he whispers quietly.
And then What we need is rain."
Kerim then follows instructions given to him by Rolf.
[Private to JohnB: John. I realise of late
I've not been the greatest poster in the games. I'd like to say things
will improve but life rarely gets quieter. If this bothers you feel free
to write Kerim out, or get a new player. I'll continue if it's fine with
you but it must be hard for your continuity, and the others. I'm not
leaving gaming or RPOL, it was just a courteous thought (though no-one heard me
say that).] ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 77
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 15:27, Wed 02 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Ravn's inward recital ends minutes after Rolf and the others have disappeared
beyond the jagged contours of the hilly and sparsely vegetated terrain, and his
voice speaks gently.
"Now, then, fowl Edgar - let us bring this gift, a token of our
appreciation, to the dogheads, shall we?"
That being said, he balances the heavy parcel on his strong back, waits for
Edgar to assume his wing-flapping perch and then starts walking downhill toward
the encampment gate.
He keeps a careful eye out for any dogheads and their reactions to the
seemingly flying, hovering object on his shoulders, ready to abort the plan at
this extremely critical point: If he and Thorgunn are caught out in the open
like this the cunning plan couldvery well turn into bloody massacre with
themselves as the subjected victims.
"Hear me, Loki! Blind them with awe, Trickster of Tricksters, and
awaken in them their trollish curiosity - and lead us to their king!",
he whispers as he approaches the palissade....
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 131
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 22:21, Thu 03 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Ravn moves towards the gate, the heavy 'parcel' balanced on his back, while
Edgar flaps his wings manfully, appearing to carry the parcel.
Thurgun, kneeling cramped inside the small space, feels his parcel luch
and bounce about on the Rune casters back. In some cases the lurching
is so sever, he feels that he will fall ...
But miraculously the plan holds up so far ...
Eolf and his band of merry men, move silently to the edge of
the undergrpwth to watch the strange trip in towards the
fort, the parcel apparently bobbling along beneath Edgar ....
The Doghead guard doesnt react until the flying package
is about half way across the space, when
suddenly he stand upright and rubs his
eyes. Finally convinced that he is not dreaming,
he starts to shout in a strange gutteral tongue,
gesticulating wildly towards Edgar and his large load.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 55
Date : 05:19, Sat 05 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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"And may the Great Queen turn her face to sap the courage of our
foes," responds Edgar, feeling the need to assert some of the authority of
the old gods, as the Runecaster invokes the new.
But then the time for talk is past, as the ruse is chanced ...
Pounding his wings in great beats that have naught to do with the mechanics of
flight, and everything to do with putting on a good show for those within the
fort, the raven 'struggles' with the weight of the parcel, 'bearing' it slowly
onwards, eyes fixed on the lone guard.
"We are spotted," Edgar speaks in a low tone, for Thorgunn's benefit,
before raising his voice (that the dogheads learn sooner of this talking raven
before they are tempted to put an arrow in him to take the parcel by force).
"Tribute !" he caws loudly, "Tribute from the Earl !"
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 78
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 08:50, Mon 07 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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At the sight of the doghead guard's reaction and the sound of Edgar's cawing
voice, Ravn struggles to surpress a triumphant chuckle as he continues toward
the gate. ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 134
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 11:30, Mon 07 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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As Edgar speaks the guards eyes open even wider and he flees inside
the compound, shouting loudly in his strange gutteral language.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 56
Date : 12:48, Mon 07 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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"It appears to be working," Edgar comments, almost reluctantly, a
note of surprise tingeing his words.
Again, for the benefit of the emparcelled Thorgunn, the raven adds, "we
have caught the interest of the guard ..."
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 56
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 14:04, Mon 07 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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He is hot and his knees ache. Thorgunn dares not move lest he disrupt the
illusion. Instead he simply scowls to himself in anticipation of the revenge
shortly to be metered out to the beast-cowards. The Norseman allows a small
growl escape from between his lips as the raven suggests that their plan is
working.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 33
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 15:36, Mon 07 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Kerim too fidgets with his weapons, keen that this plan finally sees the light
of day (well dark of night). Even keener though is he that the plan is,
well, working!
Kerim smiles to himself despite the gravity of the upcoming battle.
Flexing his legs so that he's in fit condition for a run he wets the fletching
of his arrows with his lips to straigten them and hopefully better guide them
for his service.
OOC: "Eolf's band of merry men John" Keyboard not working
again?? Just out of curiosity John, if you get an e-mail from someone
telling you I can't browse etc then that issues fixed now. Good to see
that while I've been away not too much has happened.
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 29
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 09:22, Tue 08 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Callum watches eagerly from their hiding place, his muscles clenching and
relaxing in anticipation, waiting to be let slip...
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 70
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 16:42, Tue 08 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Rolf watches the scene intently, feeing the growing tenseness of the
others. "It shouldn't be long now." he says in a quiet
whisper. Silently, he prays to Ullar that his aim be true and his arrows
deadly. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 79
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 20:16, Tue 08 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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Ravn's chuckle hushes as he nears the palissade - the sight of the fleeing
guard is a good one, reassuring him that the daring scheme at least begins
well.
But still they have not reached the doghead leader...
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 138
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 23:27, Tue 08 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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As Ravn struggle towards the gate and over the bridge he can
see turmult inside. Dogheads are running around shouting,
seeminglyat random, although many seem to be hurriedly
dressing in armour and collecting weapons.
As he reaches the center of the bridge a gruff voice calls
from underneath it in the gutteral language of the dogheads.
In the distance, coming from behind them, Rolf and his party hear a
distant clanging noise, a bit like a weapon banging against armour .....
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 71
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 01:04, Wed 09 Apr
Subject : Re: Part and parcel
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"I think it's about that time." He glances at the others to see
if they are ready, then he draws the bow. He picks his target and lets
fly with two quick arrows.
OOC: Rolled a 4 and a 9. Not much point in rolling damage.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 57
Date : 13:26, Wed 09 Apr
Subject : Pass the parcel
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"This does not look good," Edgar remarks with some alarm, his tones
still hushed, but with a note of urgency.
"What now, Runecaster - it seems our foes are alerted to ..."
The raven breaks off as the gutteral voice sounds beneath the bridge.
"Just how intelligent IS that moat monster ?" he hisses to Thorgunn.
"Our foes fear what is coming, that much is certain ... but our ruse no
doubt has lead them to think that it is the forces of Earl Richard that
approach !" Edgar continues to the invisible Ravn. "You are
hidden by the mage's spell, and I may take wing ... but what of our parcel
?!!" [Private to GM: if attacked, Edgar
will take wing, flying back the way he came, then circling around to see if he
can see aught of what approaches from behind the main group (in which case he'll
fly back to report same to Rolf), if naught, continue to circle around to the
woods and look for Elsbeth. <grins> Just a guide to future
actions - I doubt I'll get far once we revert to melee rounds ! ;>]
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 35
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 14:26, Wed 09 Apr
Subject : In the ditch
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Seeing Rolf's arros as a sign that time has come to attack, Meeleek prepares
himself for battle, readying his jabiya in one hand and a handful of
multicolored sand in the other.
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 30
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 09:10, Thu 10 Apr
Subject : Over the top
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Callum takes Rolf's arrows as the sign he has been waiting for - with an ear
splitting howl he leaps out of hiding and rushes towards the camp, ready to
start zig-zagging at the first sign of archers and swinging his sword around to
build up it's momentum for the first strike.
OOC: If it's a troll under the bridge, I'm going to tell it there'll be an elf
along soon who'll be much tastier than me:-)
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 81
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 18:30, Fri 11 Apr
Subject : Blast impatience!
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"And whatever would have given them THAT idea?", Ravn hisses
back at Edgar, "other than a certain poor-witted poultry with less hair
than brains? What, in Loke's name, possessed you to mentioned the Earl? You
could have said the Gods of Dogheadkin, Loke himself, the Yuletomte or
the bloody DWARVES, for Tyr's sake! But oh no, you just HAD to mention the
Earl, didn't you, you feathery fool!"
Ravn's invisible head turns toward the tree cluster.
"But not all hope is lost - this IS still but a parcel and not the
target they will expect when they man the battlements - the ruse will still
hold if only the Constable doesn't.."
Evidently, the Runecaster remains, even when he sees two arrows leap from the
shady cover of the trees and sail across the palissade - <i>...with
Odin's help, they won't notice..., but his hopes crumble to dust when he
hears an unearthly howl, a fiendish roar to which the moatside monster's
gutturations pale by comparison, rising from the forest at the far side of the
palissade.
"Callum...", he sighs. "Begone, fowl, and tell Rolf to
strike with all his force from his side whilst we seek out the doghead king
from ours - it is too late to retreat."
Then, his eyes focused on the palissade, he reaches inside the parcel,
muttering a pardon at poking Thorgunn in the eye and smiling when his keen
fingers feel the cold steel of the spearhead and trace the runic indentations
on it. Quickly, he whispers a plea to the foremost of the Aesir.
"Odin, grant me now your boon! Frey, enrich me now with power! Thor,
shield this parcel from the dogheads' attention that we may wander among them
unscathed!"
Soon, the power rushes through his very being, causing him o shiver with
delightful awe.
"Stay put, Thorgunn - the others' impatience may prove a blessing in
the disguise of a faithless and gutless man's folly. By Mimer's beard, do I
have my work cut out for me!" he whispers to the emparcelled fighter,
adding with ill-disguised contempt, "Now let's see what those dogheads
have to say for themselves..."
OOC: Cast Sanctuary on parcel. Next round, he will pick up the parcel again and
start moving toward the palissade, provided the dogheads haven't peppered us
yet, and see if Callum's diversion provides a window of opportunity still.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 58
Date : 04:43, Sun 13 Apr
Subject : I love it when a plan comes together
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"You did !" the raven retorts to Ravn with some indignation.
"Edgar shall then present the parcel as a gift from the Earl ..."
the raven quotes, attempting but failing to properly mimic the runecaster's
voice.
Abandoning the parcel and taking to the air with great relief and alacrity,
Edgar wings his way with great speed to the Constable (though in his haste he
does not neglect to circle round a ways so as not to betray the location of his
companions to the dogheads - though if any have failed to note the source of
the arrows, they'd be hard pressed to ignore the incoming Callum ... still,
they might not have been watching before, wrapped up as they were in
their preparations. [Private to GM: circle
round a looong ways to see if he can see any sign of this other force ... might
as well give Rolf all the good news at once, eh ? ;>]
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 34
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 15:18, Mon 14 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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With Rolf breaking the silence Kerim jumps up with a start and likewise looses
two shafts. It seems thought he tense wait has been to much for him and
both his arrows fall wide of their intended mark, however at least now some
tension has been eased.
He looks on as Callum yells and charges, giving a Rolf a querying look
regarding following the large warrior or keeping with the bow.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 10
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 04:14, Tue 15 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Though not a master tactician by any stretch of the imagination, Yuri is
positive this isn't strictly going to plan.
Popping his head up for a better look, he starts to try and judge the distance
between himself and the fort... ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 82
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 13:49, Tue 15 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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...hmmm..., the Runecaster grumbles with dissatisfied realization of his
own part in the fowl-up at Edgar's rightful retort... ...Hel's curses! The
wingéd pest is right...
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 72
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Date : 13:58, Tue 15 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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"Have at them." Rolf's command seems suddenly loud when they've
tried so long to be quiet, but it's really just a normal tone of voice, but
with the iron of command.
He let's fly two more arrows, but with the confusion in the camp and the
inability of the dogheads to stand still, his arrows miss their marks.
OOC: Rolled a 6 and a 5. I'm beginning to think that Rolf couldn't
hit his own damn foot if it's dependant on the stupid dice roller.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 140
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Date : 17:51, Tue 15 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Rolf's arrows fly over the palisade, swiftly followed by kerims, and are lost
to the archers view .... However - Ravn stuggling to lift the dead weight
of thorgunn again see then fly wide of their mark. The arrows
though seem to have a sobering effect on the dogheads, and suddenly
they are arming them selves much more effectively, and one or two
even make feints towrds the strange floating parcel ...
Non combatants, some of the women and children are sheperded towards the
huts, while the slaves (or so you assume the non dogheads to
be) quickly scurry from underfoot, heading to the edges of
the pallisade and finding something to hide behind.
Ravn starts his walk towards the gate again, but catches a quick glimse
of a long green hand, complete with sharp talons, curl over the edge of
the bridge - as if its ready to haul its owner up level
....
Callum, on his charge, sees it as well [Private to Callum mac Aonghas: and also sees the long
green arm and thin, long nosed face, of some large humanoid -
preparing to follow it] From under the bridge comes the gutteral
grunting again, almost seeming like a question in its cadence.
Edgar flies - circling well back from the group before heading back
towards Rolf ....
[Private to Edgar: There is certainly
some bodies back there, and moving fast - BUT your poor
eyesight doesn't identify them - however you do know
they are large, and you spot the glint of light on metal - perhaps
a weapon ...]
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 11
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 09:25, Wed 16 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Yuri, without any ranged attack of his own, waits impatiently, flinching as
each of Rolf's shots miss.
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 83
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 12:28, Wed 16 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Seeing the ill-boding green hand only makes Ravn the more determined to cross
the bridge with all haste. Panting, he strides as fast as his legs will bear
him and the cumbersome Thorgunn parcel, hoping to reach the other side before
the green hand's owner heaves itself up onto the bridge. ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 59
Date : 13:32, Wed 16 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Edgar weaves through the trees from behind the main group, attempting
subterfuge, but haste and the proximity of so many wayward arrows elicit more
than a few caws of alarm as he crashes through the branches. [Private to GM: tried Move Silently - more for colour than
anything else, but ...]
At length, the raven alights on a branch near Rolf, joining with the Constable
in regarding the invisible parcel's flight to the bridge, and no doubt making
the same wager as to whether Callum will arrive on the scene before the duo
manage to clear the bridge, green hands from below not withstanding ...
"The runecaster suggests you attack in force," Edgar reports,
somewhat acerbically, though from his worried glance towards the bridge and the
slowly progresing parcel, it is obvious that he is concerned for Ravn and his
charge ... if only that he wishes the pleasure of continued remonstrations with
the priest of Odin.
"However, I should inform you that another group approaches from the rear
... I could not tell if they were man or beast, but they bear arms. It is
too much to hope that they are friendly."
Before Rolf can digest the news, the raven presses. "Should I see to
Elsbeth and warn her of what has ... is happening ? What instructions
should I pass on to her ?" Worry for the druidess' safety tinges his
voice. ===========================================================
From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 35
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 15:53, Fri 18 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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With his bow still in his hand and arrow nocked Kerim follows Rolf with another
volley, himself not sure where Ravn & co are due to the mild chaos of the
situation. Alas he is also unaware that volleys of arrows into the
compound is having the opposite effect on the dogheads than required, in that
is forcing them to act coherently.
A smile on his face shows that his first shot goes somewhere where he was
expecting (18), but a sharp curse and an accusing look at his bow, and then his
arrows shows he is less than pleased with his second shot (5).
GM, unmodified rolls, dex +2 and whatever negatives for distance, cover, vision
etc.
Kerim, having phsyched himself up on the excitement of actually going to battle
after so much discussion deflates like a sail becalmed as the Raven's brings
news of a force behind them.
It is us indeed that have invited folly to be our ally in underestimating
the dogheads talent for ambush. Such it seems as they have allowed us to
think we were silent, when the while they knew. Intones Kerim in very
negative tones.
There are few options indeed for us to pursue. Flee to save those here
and maybe escape being hunted down, with those yonder lost for sure.
Or...hope we have numbers and the blessing of our gods to take whatever force
the dogheads left in camp as bait for us and defend in the pallisade.
As can be readily determined Kerim has already made up his mind on the lay of
the situation, always secretly having been suspicious as to why their previous
encounter with the dogheads hadn't sparked a wider hunt. The use of dogs
would surely have tracked them down by now. Though of course in the heat
of the situation he hasn't questioned why they couldn't have as easily disposed
of them in camp last night, whilst they argued.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 73
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 02:49, Sun 20 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Quickly, to Edgar, "Aye, fly to Elsbeth and tell her to do what she can to
help, but she's not to risk herself."
Then, Rolf stands again and draws bead, "Uller, guide my
arrows." He grimaces as one arrow flys wide and sticks harmlessly in
the stockade fence. The second marks one of the dogheads, but does little
more than bloody it's clothes.
Seeing how little good the bow is doing, Rolf draws his sword and rushes
forward. "To the attack!" he calls to the others.
OOC: Rolled an 8 and a 14 to hit. Rolled a 2 for damage.
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 58
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 14:10, Sun 20 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Within his cramped surroundings, Thorgunn is becoming more and more impatient.
He has heard arrows let loose and then a Celtic warcry. The Norseman fidgets
within his prison and tightens his grip on his axe. The battle has started and
he was locked in here, missing out on the chance for glory, or more probably,
death in glorious battle. Thorgunn is finding it more and more difficult to
contain his desire to leap from the 'parcel'. His increasingly agitated
fidgeting must surely be felt by the heroic Ravn underneath, labouring with his
weight. ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 60
Date : 04:24, Mon 21 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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If a raven could smile, Edgar's beak would be split in a wide grin ... but it
would be a grin as of that which might line the face of a wolf, humourless,
malign.
"The battle shall be glorious," the raven declares to the constable,
as if tinged by some of the 'madness' that seemingly affects Ravn.
"May the Great Queen strike fear in the hearts of our foes ! Do
fortail seaghdha !" To the brave, strength !
So saying, Edgar takes wing, circling away from his companions as he goes to
seek out the Druidess ... [Private to GM: circle
back to the fence at the rear of the Haunted Forest and watch/look/listen :>]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 142
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 10:53, Mon 21 Apr
Subject : Re: I love it when a plan comes together
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Thorgunn stirs inside his parcel, obviously restless, and that causes the
parcel to move about and disturbing Ravn's balance - making him sway
precariously from side to side, while the parcel seems to shake insecurely in
his hands.
To those watching it seems as if the flying parcel - now without its bird
shaped porter, just swings and hovers in the air for a moment rocking and
jiggling about in the air.
Finally it all proves too much for the Norse rune caster - (or indeed the magic
of the parcel- if you are one of the onlookers) and the parcel slowly topples
to one side …
Inside the parcel, Thorgunn can feel his parcel start to tip to the right, and
waits for Ravn to correct the carriage, but this time the tipping seems to go
on for longer than normal … [Private to Ravn
Ashengray: I decided it was time for a strength check - you
had been carrying for a while, stopped readjusted and then the
'parcel' got resteless - I rolled an 16 on
the diceroller for you - so ....]
!CRASH! Suddenly the parcel topples just
that little bit to far and Ravn can’t correct … next moment it is in splinters
and tatters on the ground, with a very surprised Thorgunn, laying amidst the
detritus shaking his head [Private to Thorgunn
Kylansson : Please take 2 points of damage from the
unexpected fall and be stunned for a round or two
- Not unconcious - just head not
clear, difficulty thinking etc ..]
The good news for Ravn and Thorgunn is that their
plan did work to get them unmolested into the doghead camp,
for they are a few feet inside the gate. The bad news, however, is
that a tall green skinned humanoid has climbed out onto the bridge,
and is standing between them and the rest of the party. The
next bit of good news is that Callum is bearing down on
the green thing … The bad news is that the green thing
is grinning and that the others are all some distance behind
Callum …
Rolf and Kerim fire arrows into the compound, not really
knowing how well they are going and then
draw swords and, accompanied by Yuri, follow the impetuous
Callum across the clearing to the palisade gate.
Edgar, message delivered to Rolf, heads off to the woodlands
at the far end of the stronghold, and eventually settles onto the
top of the palisade wall …[Private to Edgar:
I need to know how you are entering the wodland,
if indeed you are entering at all :)]
Face grim, Peter, slides off further into the bushes, ready to try
and make a run back to earl Richard should things get
even worse … ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 59
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 12:10, Mon 21 Apr
Subject : Re: Unwrapped
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The teetering parcel inches it's way forward. Well more precisely, a bit to one
side then forward then a bit to the other side and so on. The fidgeting
Norseman within is finding it increasingly more difficult to steady himself.
Then came the fatal step; the one that releases the rickety parcel and it's
restless occupant into the grateful clutches of Madam Gravity. Thorgunn comes
crashing down to the ground amidst a splintering of branch and other
paraphenalia. "Thor's Hammer!" he cries in surprise just before he
bangs his head against an ill-placed rock, "Ooof!" The sharp pain at
the back of his head causes his eyes to explode in a profusion of tiny white
starlets. Groggily he regains his feet. It seems to take an age and he staggers
left then right, hand extended to try and steady himself.
"Jotun-spawn!" he yells as his eyes try and make sense of the fuzzy
shapes dancing within his sphere of vision, "Time to die!" His cry
seems optimistic in the extreme as he fumbles for his axes, but eventually he
manages to wrest them from their hiding place, tucked as they were, behind his
belt. Thorgunn shakes his head vigorously to try and turn the blurred images
into something more recognisable and attack-worthy.
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 36
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 12:48, Mon 21 Apr
Subject : Re: Unwrapped
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Holding true to his role as reserve, Meeleek stays under cover, but watches the
battle closely. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 84
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 21:53, Mon 21 Apr
Subject : Signed, sealed - delivered!
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Ravn rises from the beneath the shower of splinters and quickly assesses the
situation.
Fortunately, they are inside the doghead compound - but Thorgunn seems to have
forgotten their objective. The Runecaster is just about to grab the impetuous
fighter by the collar when a thought flashes through his mind:
Be a fool if you must - but we still have a king to slay! I will leave this
wayward straggler from Yggdrasil's outer leaves to you, Thorgunn, and our man
Callum, I'm sure you'd love to do the honors! Now off I go to find and slay the
king myself!
And so the Runecaster sneaks off into the compound, still invisible from the
Blueman's mystical incantations, doing his best to stay out of the way of the
alarmed dogheads and keepig a keen eye out for the doghead's leader.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 12
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 07:47, Tue 22 Apr
Subject : Re: Signed, sealed - delivered!
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With a 'hup', Yuri pushes himself to his feet and runs with Rolf and Kerim,
Falcion gripped tightly in his hand. ===========================================================
From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 31
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 14:59, Tue 22 Apr
Subject : Time for a change
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The sight of the huge green monster drives Callum beyond reason. His
massive muscles appear to writhe and knot and bulge even larger and it seems
impossible that the scream of challenge he gives could have come from a human
throat. His eyes bulge, one to the size of an orange, the other to the
size of a saucer and his nose seems to grow and distort, sparks leap from the
points of his spiked hair and as he howls, his mouth opens large enough to
swallow a small pig and a long pointed tongue licks dangerous looking fangs. It
seems as though his furs are beginning to smoulder where they touch him as he
leaps forward closing the distance between himself and the beast.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 144
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 16:05, Tue 22 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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As Callum screams his war cry and charges forward, the greenie turns to
face him, talons and fangs ready ....
[Private to Callum mac Aonghas: LOL -
no benefits for attacking from behind - not
while you are screaming like a banshee ... - however
- you can have initiative and a +1 to hit for the charge :)]
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 32
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 17:00, Tue 22 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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The barely recognisable celtic warrior heaves his sword around and down with
arms now more like tree branches, so gnarled and knotted are they, and fetches
the creature a mighty thump on it's shoulder.
OOC: That was a 16 to hit and 18 points of damage (and I don't think it too many)
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 36
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 18:33, Wed 23 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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OOC: Going away for a week as of Sunday, hope to post again by then but if not
GM feel free to steer Kerim in battle.
Kerim is up with Rolf, both weapons drawn, knowing now that safety in numbers
is the secret of pushing into the pallisade and taking hold. What
thoughts other than this pass through his mind are unknown. For a brief
moment he seems swept up in the battle lust that he has fought hard to bring
logic to bear against.
Onward he runs, into battle, and with the possibility of enemies behind.
What manner of madness is this world?
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 85
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 22:10, Wed 23 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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OOC: Nice going, Callum - keep it up!
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 74
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 00:47, Thu 24 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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Rolf continues to charge forward, but not the headlong rush of Callum, so he's
rather further back as the big man launches his attack against the beast.
Rolf pulls up short to take stock of the situation and make a judgement as to
where best to lay his steel, or his arrows.
OOC: Any dogheads closer to Rolf then the beast?
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 37
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 16:47, Thu 24 Apr
Subject : Re: Time for a change
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Having already followed Rolf into battle against dogheads it is Rolf's
hesitation to take in the situation that puts rest to the sway that the Norse
folk had over Kerim.
Suddenly keenly aware he's in the middle of open ground, and imminently
vulnerable, he casts hastily about taking in his own version of their situation.
What calamity can yet befall us, a Troll with a moat for it's hovell and
moreover one that can leave it's domain when and where it wishes.
Kerim snorts in disgust, having encountered only sea Troll's before, though
easily recognising it's landbound cousin. Come Rolf, haste must be our ally
now hisses Kerim in melodramatic whispers, more from his paranoia about
their lack of safety than worry from being overheard.
If Rolf doesn't make a move of his accord Kerim ducks off to help Callum and
Thorgunn cut the Troll down to size, unaware of where Ravn has gone.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 148
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 22:43, Thu 24 Apr
Subject : It's life Jim, but not as we know it ....
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Inside the camp three arrows thump into Thorgunn from dogheads bows, helping
him to throw off the confusion caused by his fall, while the invisible Ravn
moves out of the immediate line of fire searching for the leader … He might
have been expecting to see Alhevro marshalling the doghead resistance, but the
haphazard defence seems to be under the command of a strange doghead, who is
clearly shouting instructions at one group of club wielding beasts. Whats worse
is her seems to be getting them in some sort of order, as they appear to be
ready to charge down on the hapless Thorgunn … <b>(Thorgunn 8 pts damage)
Rolf, Yuri and Kerim, all draw steel and head towards the conflict at the gate,
where Callum takes on the tall greenie … Callum’s sword thumps into the
creatures neck almost severing its head, and its screech echoes around
the clearing .. However suddenly it lunges forwards, and both sets of
talons rake down Callum’s chest while its head flops slightly to the side,
causing it to miss, as it tries to bite Callum as well.
There are no other enemy in sight.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 75
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 00:01, Fri 25 Apr
Subject : Re: It's life Jim, but not as we know it ....
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Seeing no other threat near at hand, Rolf pushes on after Kerim. He's not
sure what sort of Loki-spawn this beast is, but they'd see what steel would do
to it. Still, Callum had near severed the head and yet it fights
on. Well, if they must, they'd leave it in parts about the camp.
Sword in both hands, he positions himself for a solid blow. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 86
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 11:48, Fri 25 Apr
Subject : Adjusting the scales
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Deciding that a troll, several archers AND a bunch of coordinated dogheads with
clubs might be a wee bit much of a mouthful for Thorgunn and Callum, regardless
of his trust in their combined ferocity, Ravn decides to tip the scales just a
little. He makes sure that no dogheads are within immediate hearing range and
begins a quiet chant:
"Warhammer's Wielder
Lord of Lightning
stems of strength set
in hefty hands
fear-field fowls be fed!
Wealth's Wielder
Lord of Lands
seeds of siredom sow
in heroes' hearts
richly ravens reap!
Wisdom's Wielder
Lord of Lords
mend minds of mellow
hearts of hard
pride and prowess praise!"
His casting done with a whisper and pointing the spearhead toward Rolf and
those around him, the Runecaster continues his search for the notorious Alhevro
inside the compound.
OOC: Bless cast on Rolf and everyone within a 50' cube with him in the middle,
will last but 6 rounds (attack rolls, morale, and saves vs. Fear +1).
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 38
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 17:45, Fri 25 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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Kerim runs freely now, all knots having melted in the advance of adrenalin that
pumps in his veins. Wether his feet carry him to safety or ruin is yet to
be seen.
P.S. If he can see Thorgrun get peppered with arrows he'll try to create a hard
target to hit by swerving in his approach, not much, but hopefully enough to
make a harder target.
OOC: We're crazy! ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 87
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 23:06, Fri 25 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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OOC: Yup. ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 60
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 03:04, Sat 26 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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Thorgunn is still trying to make sense of the indistinct shapes when the three
arrows hit him. He staggers under the impact as, rather suddenly, his vision
clears. Also rather suddenly he becomes very angry indeed and bellows with
rage. Recognising the bark of dogheaded shouting nearby, he turns and charges
the nearest nasties (presumably the club-wielding beasts). With an axe in
either hand he flings himself into a flanking enemy, (with the rest between him
and the archers and delaying being totally surrounded, hopefully).
[Private to GM: I've assumed the club-dogs are
nearer than the bow-dogs. I have not assumed that Thorgunn was within range of
the Bless spell. I hope so! If so the to-hits for the axes will be 18 and 13.
Not sure if both are hits so I've rolled damage for both axes and guessed at
damage of 1d6. Damage is 5 and 5 from each axe with no adds.]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 152
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 19:40, Tue 29 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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Callum and the Greenie, exchnage blows again - both scoring hits on
the Other. While callum's blow drives into the side of the Greenie, it
head doesn't seem to be flopping about so much this
time and it manages to lock its teeth into Callum's shoulder
(Callum 9 pts of dammage and -3 to future attack rolls - cos you
have a Greenie attached to your shoulder :)
Rolf and his small support force are now in a position
to help battle the Greenie - but there is a risk of hitting
callum in the heat of the battle.
(All four of you benefit from Ravn's bless spell)
Thorgunn rushes the nearest dogheads and engages them blindly, stiking a couple
of blows, and one goes to the floor,, and the beserk warrior is
fortunate - none of the many, many dogheads manage to
strike back ...
Rav'n casts his spell and then surveys the scene, noting the Doghead
leader marshalling his troops, from behind 9as you would expect
of such cowardly creatures)
OOC: map updated. However, you may have to [Ctrl] Refresh the
page to make sure you can see the new image. ===========================================================
From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 76
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 03:46, Wed 30 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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Rolf, feeling the righteousness of the gods upon him, charges at the
troll. His huge sword is held in both hands as he chops in a mighty sweep
at the Lokispawn. His sword leaves a long, deep gash in the beasts torso.
OOC: Rolled 19 to hit (not counting the +1 for the Bless spell, 10 for
damage) ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 88
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 22:05, Wed 30 Apr
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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*tsk, tsk*
Shaking his invisible head yet smiling at Thorgunn's valiant and death-defying
charge toward the overwhelming numbers of dogheads, Ravn sneaks into the nearby
hut to search for Alhevro.
Little does he know that there is another force of dogheads, most likely lead
by the infamous Alhevro, approaching from behind his friends, thus explaining
their sudden eagerness to demonstrate heroism and get across despite the
towering troll that bars the way.
Nay, the Runecaster's hopes are stil high that he may yet save the day despite
the Constable's bowstring-happiness and the clever scheme's consequent failure.
Spar firmly in hand, his one eye keenly scanning the interior, he thinks to
himself:
Come out, come out wherever you are.....
as he enters the dark and very smelly inside of the hut.
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 63
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 11:23, Sun 04 May
Subject : Re: Adjusting the scales
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The sheer force of Thorgunn's charge, aided by the axe which bit deeply into a
shoulder, causes one of the dogheads to crumple to the ground. There is a lone
Norse cry of delight amidst the barks, growls and howls. Thorgunn faces a
veritable, writhing sea of club-wielding, snarling beasts. But there is one
barking more loudly than the rest and, as another doghead moves to occupy the
space held by his fallen comrade, Thorgunn catches a glimpse of the animated
leader at the back of the pack. A determined grin spreads across the ranger's
face. 'When the Valkyries come for me today' he promises himself, 'they
shall find me at your throat!'
But there is no way through to that prize just yet and a new plan forms in his
head. Suddenly, Thorgunn darts to his right and using an axe to fend off any
incoming blows, he sprints for the rickety fence that cordons off the forest.
The forest that the dogheads are so fearful of, he hopes.
[Private to GM: Well, it's a plan only slightly
less crazy than the one that got us here, but I reckon it represents a slim
chance of keeping him alive without him turning coward! Thorgunn means to crash
through the rickety fence into the forest where he hopes fear will prevent the
dogheads from following him. There he intends to extricate the three arrows
from his person and look for a way to get at the pack leader. With any luck,
Elspeth will spot him and render some triage.]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 157
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 09:06, Thu 08 May
Subject : here comes the cavalry ...
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Thorgunn suddenly comes to his senses, realising he is alone in the middle of
the doghead camp, and locked into battle with an overwhelming foe ….
Taking the dogheads slightly by surprise, he suddenly breaks off from the
combat and sprints for the fence separating the compound from the woodland
beyond.
He crashes through it to a sort of safety, and the dogheads chasing him skid to
a a halt just before they cross the fench …
But the is still the bowmen to worry about and more arrows rain down on Thorgunn,
now that he is free of the doghead pack. (OOC: Thorgunn- 10 points of damage) [Private to Thorgunn Kylansson : This woodland
feels spooky and threatening - almost overbearing
- really not a comfortable place to be ...]
[Private to Ravn Ashengray: Ravn, on the other hand
sneaks, invisible like a thief, into the huts. Not quite sure what he was
expecting to see - he actually discovers more dogheads - he guesses females as
they are slightly smaller than the warriors (and its hard to tell in the poor
light) and what he must assume are young. They are certainly much smaller that
the adults, and many are curled into one large ball in the corner - almost
cowering ….]
Over at the gateway things are going much better - the combined attacks of
Rolf, Yuri, Callum and Kerim have carved the Big Greenie to bits, and they can
advance into the gateway of the compound.
However, they hear a force approaching from behind them...
A quick glance reveals a column of mounted men, some bearing bows, some lances
- all lead by a young woman. And better still the leader looks familiar - the
shiny chain mail and helm - but most importantly - the black headband flying
behind her in the wind, indicates it is indeed Madelyn Thorne-Black leading the
4th cavalry.
OOC: Map Updated
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 33
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 09:18, Thu 08 May
Subject : Sod the cavalry, it's playtime...
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Callum, in his frenzy, ignores the approaching cavalry and leaps towards the
nearest doghead, swinging his sword round in a huge arc that cleanly beheads
it.
OOC:
That's a 7 to hit (need a 6) and 17 points of damage
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 77
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 20:08, Thu 08 May
Subject : Re: Sod the cavalry, it's playtime...
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Seeing the immediate threat has been carved to bits, Rolf turns his attention
to the battlefield. The others were doing well, cutting down the
dogheads. And approaching, Rolf grins to see an old friend approaching
with a force of cavalry about her. But the grin fades as he turns to see
Thorgunn. Would the cavalry arrive in time to aid the beleaguered
warrior?
The archers, that's the immediate threat to Thorgunn. Sheating the blade and
stringing the bow, Rolf turns his attentions to the doghead archers.
Perhaps the shorter range, or the approaching allies, but something improves
his aim as he sights in on the nearest. Two quick sheaf arrows find
doghead flesh with a solid thunk.
OOC: So, Ralf's own (successful?) attack on the Big Greenie had nothing
to do with it being hacked to bits? :)
Attack 1 - 17 (damage 8)
Attack 2 - 19 (damage 5)
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 159
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 22:13, Thu 08 May
Subject : Re: Sod the cavalry, it's playtime...
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OOC - OOPs - sorry Rolf - I have corrected the post -
:) ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 161
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 00:13, Fri 09 May
Subject : Voices ...
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Over by the woodlands, Elsbeth's voice suddenly rings out loud and clear,
"Run toward me, Laddie! ...
I can hide ye!" - although the young druidess still can't be
seen.
Laddie, circling silently behind Rolf and Yuri, suddenly pricks up his
ears and howls excitedly. Almost instantly he
is gone, rushing across the compound towards the sound of his
mistresses voice.
On the edge of the woodland a mist can be seen forming ...
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From : Lienlllynn Salyrimonde
Access : player
Posts : 20
Portrait : mfd064.jpg
Date : 02:08, Fri 09 May
Subject : Late again....
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Lienlllynn, realizing that the mounted folk are likely here to help, sprints
down toward the encampment, his long, unbound hair flying like a banner behind
him. As he nears the encampment, seeing the dogheads brings a sense of cold,
deadly urgency to him. He is now the hunter, they the prey, and by the gods,
he'll have their blood for the indignities done him during his imprisonment.
He knocks an arrow as he runs, slowing just long enough to do so, and when he
gets within range, he lets fly with two arrows, at the dogheads nearest the
front of the pack.
(OOC: Arrow 1 attack: 23; damage 3. Arrow 2 attack: 16; damage 1.)
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 37
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 07:12, Fri 09 May
Subject : Re: Late again....
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Hearing horses approach, Meeleek tenses. But a moment later, when they appear,
the young Midani relaxes visibly.
"Friends of yours, Peter Gasgano?" ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 89
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 22:27, Sat 10 May
Subject : Re: Late again....
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Greatly disappointed by the evident absence of the dogheads' notorious leader
Alhevro, Ravn leaves the shivering dogheads in the huts and returns to the
courtyard. Spear in hand, he walks with long strides, heading straight for the
doghead's apparent leader.
I shall not leave this battle unbloodied, he thinks to himself, and
if the king is away then his prince shall take his stead on the tip of my
spear, so help me Odin!
OOC: I suppose getting there will take a while. Please let me know whether more
than one combat round of walking is required to reach the doghead leader.
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From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 33
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 09:25, Sun 11 May
Subject : Re: Late again....
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Peter is clearly relieved to see the cavalry arrive, and responds to
Meeleeks question with a grin. The first he has
shown for quite a whil. <aqua>"Aye. their
leader is a friend of ours, although I don't know
her troops though. She didn't have them last time
we saw here ...."<aqua>
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 64
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 13:21, Sun 11 May
Subject : Re: From bad to worse
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Ignoring the derisory yips and yaps from the dogheaded beasts, Thorgunn bears
down on the dilapidated fence. With a lunge he crashes through it, sending
splintering wood in several directions. He stumbles as an arrow find its mark,
a sharp pain in his shoulder alerting him to its presence. Once through the
fence, he breaks left, heading for the cover of the shrubbery. Another arrow
finds his defenceless flesh and he stumbles once more, a grimace of anguish and
pain upon his face. He finds himself on his knees, behind a wide-boled tree.
His life's essence ebbs from the many wounds. Working as quickly as he can and
amidst great pain, he grits his teeth and begins to draw out the arrows. Using
strips of cloth torn from his clothing, he applies tournequets where they are
needed. As he works, Thorgunn feels the hackles rise at the back of his neck.
There was something about this place, something not nice. He resolves to
complete his grim task as quickly as possible. Though his energy is at a low
ebb through his injuries and loss of blood, he continues to move in his chosen
direction, lurching from tree to tree (OOC: I.e. left from the breach in the
fence).
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 13
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 12:53, Mon 12 May
Subject : Re: From bad to worse
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Again finding himself without a ranged weapon and of little help, Yuri waits
beside Rolf, his eyes bulding in an effort to look 360 degrees at once.
[Private to JohnB: If a PACK gets withing 10
feet.... Well, see my PM ;-] ===========================================================
From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 78
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 03:00, Tue 13 May
Subject : Re: From bad to worse
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Without taking his eyes off his next target, the next doghead archer in line,
he mutters to Yuri. "We need to help
Thorgunn." Rolf lets fly a sheaf arrow and smoothly notches
another, seemingly in one motion. "Do
you have any ideas?" Another shaft flies after the first,
flying nearly as far from the mark as the first.
OOC: Rolled a 6 and 7. Damn dice roller.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 14
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 07:25, Tue 13 May
Subject : Re: From bad to worse
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"We advance behind a rolling ball of flame", Yuri flatly replies,
sneering out at the Dogheads. "Though we must not dally, the
duration is short."
[Private to JohnB: Steal your idea? Never!]
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From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 4
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 10:28, Tue 13 May
Subject : To the rescue
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With the sound of hooves thundering around her Madelyn watches as the troll is
slain a smile briefly flickering on her face. As she draws closer she
watches her friends advance into the encampment and gets a glimpse of what they
face inside. The smile becomes a look of concern and she raises herself
in her saddle, black headband fluttering in the wind and a shout is heard above
the fighting as her men charge forward to attack.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 39
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 15:48, Thu 15 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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Kerim is about to suggest a charge, buoyed by the bless, however Yuri beats him
to it. Whilst Yuri prepares his spell he lets fly with two arrows, keen
to rid the world of as many dogheads as possible.
"Mayhap then it would in the meantime serve to remind them to run for
cover if by chance and skill these arrows could find a mark"
Kerim fires, both successful hits (wow the dice roller to the rescue) 19 &
18, both shots at different targets so as to threaten as many dogheads as
possible into fleeing, if possible, those using bows to pepper Thorgunn.
Much as he could blame the warrior for causing his predicament for yet he still
does not understand the Norse driving motivations it still remains that he is
an ally and thus worth defending.
He waits eagerly to see how long Yuri will take, reaching for another arrow,
but ready to drop his bow should the melee weapons be called for (he will
collect the bow later). ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 167
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 23:27, Fri 16 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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The rising mist turns rapidly into a thick fog that seems
to consume large numbers of the dogheads as well
as the area that thorgunn made a break for, and from
the mist can be heard laddies barks and Elsbeth calling
out to Thorgunn. The troop of cavalry
come galloping into the fortress, and at Madelyn’s command,
one group, armed with lances fan out to
charge the dogheads, while a second group, armed with bows, spread
out to start peppering the dogheads on the flanks.
The charge of the troopers combined with the suddenly
increased hail of arrows has its effects, and
dogheads start to fall to the ground dead or injured,
while others try to flee away from the mysterious
fog combined onslaught.
Madelyn, grinning broadly under her helmet, pulls up along
side Rolf …..
[Private to Ravn Ashengray: As you get
close to the dogheads a troop of mounted knights, armed with
lances and swords charges into the hassed ranks of the
dogheads and an arrow or two whistles
harmlessly past your ear. Suddenly, the dogheads are
starting to scatter ...]
[Private to Thorgunn Kylansson : before you
can move deeper into the woodlands, a thick fog raises up around
you, obsuring your vision completely. From the
fog you can hear Elsbeth calling to you over the noise
of the battle and some confused yapping fronm Laddie]
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From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 34
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 23:29, Fri 16 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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Turning to Meeleek, Peter asks "Should we go
join them now? Do you think?"
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 76
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 10:31, Sat 17 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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Elsbeth's voice can be heard calling from the fog
"This way, Laddie. Thorgunn! Follow my voice! They canna
see ye now! Follow to me and I'll help ye. Laddie! Come to
me!" ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 90
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 12:32, Sat 17 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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Howling dogheads scattering and fleeing left and right, Ravn strides across the
chaotic courtyard, completely ignoring the buzz of arrows as he heads directly
towards the dogheads' leader who still stands there barking, trying to maintain
at least some order of discipline in his demoralized troops.
The first thrust of the spear is faulty, however, and looks to the casual
observer most of all like a tap of the tip against the dogheads leader's
armored torso.
Ravn, immediately turning visible, hopes the failed attack will be perceived as
fairness and good sportsmanship and prepares for the imminent face-down with a
provocative remark to the doghead.
"Excuse me, dogbreath, do you mind facing me so I can slay you
proper?" ===========================================================
From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 38
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 07:48, Sun 18 May
Subject : Re: To the rescue
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"It does seem the situation is under our control, Peter Gasgano. let us
advance, but slowly."
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 65
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 12:47, Sun 18 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Leaning against the bole of a birch tree Thorgunn pauses to regain his breath.
Pain seems to be in every part of his body, sapping his energy. The ranger's
feeling of unease increases as a thick fog envelopes him. With a grunt he
heaves himself away from the tree, leaving a bloody stain on the silvery bark.
A woman's voice pierces the fog, a dog can be heard to bark somewhere in front
of him. Thorgunn lurches towards the sound of Elsbeth's voice, the fog
obscuring all but his outstretched hand.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 40
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 16:03, Sun 18 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Kerim upon seeing the billowing mist hisses, "Their leader no doubt
expects this will save their worthless hides" and fires two more
arrows into the mists, mis-reading the fog as coming from the doghead leader
they met before who used spells on them and not Elsbeth. After all with
the cavalry and combat he is extremely unlikely to be able to pick Elsbeth's
call from behind the doghead pack.
His first arrow sails into the mists, where moments before the dogheads stood,
his second however strikes the earthen floor just short of the mist, cutting a
small divot.
GM: Wow a natural 20 from the die roller, Yipee! and there's the bless's +1
too. I suppose the first shot will have hid, but I won't claim any
success yet. I did role damage in the die roller for it, 5.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 79
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 16:09, Sun 18 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Rolf, seeing things well in hand, leans on his sword a moment and smiles up at
Madelyn. "You are very well met,
Madelyn. A bit late perhaps, but timely all the same."
He leans in closer and in a more intimate tone of voice, adds, "I've missed you terribly."
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 77
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 05:30, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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"Keep comin' toward me," Elsbeth calls to Thorgunn, listening for his
breathing so she can find him. "They'll nae find ye here. And
I'll help ye." ===========================================================
From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 5
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 09:03, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Madelyn blushes at Rolf's more intimate words and averts her eyes to the battle
before them. A look of concern crosses her face as she notices a couple
of party members missing.
"Where is Elsbeth?" she asks, the concern clear on her voice now,
"and Ravn?" she adds quickly
[Private to Madelyn: I edited your post
:) I assumed that you meant Ravn - who you have met - as
opposed to Thorgunn - who you haven't - JB]
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 66
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 13:40, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Thorgunn is sure that Elsbeth's voice is growing louder. Still he has no idea
in what direction the voice is taking him and he grips an axe in his right
hand, just in case. "Els Beth" he calls, "I am close to you now.
Come, glory awaits us though doubtless I shall be at the gates of Valhalla
before you!"
He lets out a grunt as his foot snags on a protruding, gnarled old tree root.
Stumbling, he lurches on.....
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 80
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 14:44, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Rolf is taken aback a bit at Madelyn's abrupt change of topic. Not that
it's not called for, Madelyn has no clue as to who's where and we're all
friends of hers. Still, it rankles a bit, though Rolf refuses to take
notice of such a base and petty reaction.
"Elsbeth is in the wood yonder and is, I
believe, quite safe. The dogheads fear it, it's a holy place of Elsbeth's
people. Ravn is enchanted, not visible. His duty was to slay the
leader. I haven't seen it, so I figure things must be going well."
He looks around, takes stock of the battle. It's going well, now that
Madelyn's troops are on the scene.
OOC: Are there dogheads yet to be slain or have the troops made short
work of them? ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 170
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 15:04, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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There are still dogheads to slay ...
[Private to Madelyn: Indeed Madelyn NEEDS to
slay dogheads to finish off her rehabilitation, doesn't she?]
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 39
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 19:07, Mon 19 May
Subject : Re: Toward the rescue
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Moving out of cover, Meeleek approaches the doghead camp cautiously.
But before entering, the young mage stops at the body of the Troll, checking
it, knowing the magical nature of such monsters.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 172
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 20:31, Tue 20 May
Subject : getting worse?
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Over by the fog, the doghead leader leaps back in surprise as Ravn suddenly
appears in front of him. Taken completely by surprise the doghead fails to
dodge Ravn’s trust, and the Rune caster’s spear glides painfully along his rib,
slicing into the scrawny flesh. Surprised still, the large doghead swings at
Ravn with a clawed hand, but the blow glances off of the almost equally
surprised Norseman. Shouting furiously in the guttural doghead language, the
leader backs away, along the side of the fog, trying to put some of his mean
between himself and this enemy in front of him.
The sudden appearance of what appears the be a friend in front of them,
disrupts the charge of the mounted warriors and they mill about for a moment
before driving back into the doghead foe. However, one of them takes a mighty
blow from one of the dogheads and is unhorsed. He appears to be lying on the
floor in the middle of the enemy, hardly moving ….
Kerim’s arrows continue to strike into the dogheads, along with a barrage from
the mounted archers, and most of the enemy start to move, quickly towards the
main gate …
As they run towards the party shrieking, another group of dogheads pour from
the hut and charge towards the main party too .. this group, however, appears
to consist of women an young dogheads …
Meeleek and Peter make it as far as the bridge to the compound, where they find
the tall greenie isn’t as dead and dismembered as they thought .. Slowly it
pulls itself to its feet, apparently unharmed, its talons and fangs ready for
further battle.
Deep in the fog, The noise from the battle is making it difficult for Elsbeth
and thorgun to find each other …
[Private to Thorgunn Kylansson : Its hard to
pinpoint Elsbeth’s voice in the hullabaloo of battle - but suddenly there is a
faint light bobbing about in front of you – a firefly lighting up a few inches
of the fog.. It seems to be flying a slightly away from you and then drifting back
towards you. Always heading away from you in the same direction….]
[Private to Elsbeth Marva Treveri: Its hard to
pinpoint Thorgunn’s voice in the hullabaloo of battle - but suddenly there is a
faint light bobbing about deep in the fog ]
[Private to Fenodree: Private notes to the other
characters ...
Thorgunn .. Its hard to pinpoint Elsbeth’s voice in the hullabaloo of battle -
but suddenly there is a faint light bobbing about in front of you – a firefly
lighting up a few inches of the fog.. It seems to be flying a slightly away
from you and then drifting back towards you. Always heading away from you in
the same direction…
Elsbeth .. Its hard to pinpoint Thorgunn’s voice in the hullabaloo of battle -
but suddenly there is a faint light bobbing about deep in the fog ]
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 79
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 20:34, Tue 20 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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Elsbeth continues calling for Thorgunn, searching through the fog of her own
creation.
[Private to JohnB: Elsbeth smiles as she sees the
light. "Helpin' me, are ye? Bless ye!" she whispers
reverently. She follows the light, her hands outstretched as she tries to
find the wounded warrior.]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 173
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 20:39, Tue 20 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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OOC - Map updated ...
[Private to Elsbeth Marva Treveri: That
was quick :) ... eventually the light turns into
a small firefly and behind the firefly is Thorgunn
(assuming he doesn't run away from it)]
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 81
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 20:49, Tue 20 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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Rolf takes stock of the situation and cringes when he sees the trooper on the
ground. <darkblue>"Kerim, don't let them get to the
kennel. Yuri, Callum, help the knight there." He nods to the
trooper that was knocked from his horse. While directing their forces,
he's busy with his bow. Readying it, he aims at the doghead nearest the
kennel and lets fly a brace of sheaf arrows, but both fly wide of the mark and
stick into the kennel fencing.
OOC: Attacks 4 and 5. The dice roller hates me, that's what it is.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 80
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 21:22, Tue 20 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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Elsbeth keeps softly calling Thorgunn's name, now certain she can find him.
[Private to JohnB: Yes, I'm actually around a bit
today. :) If Thorgunn has not run away, she moves to him.
"Easy. Let me be helpin' ye." Laying her hands softly on
him, she calls upon the Goddess and lets the healing flow through her hands.
OOC: Wow. An amazing 2! And do let me know if I can start posting
publically again.]
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 91
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 22:49, Tue 20 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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Ravn laughs with joy when the doghead leader lunges out at him.
"HA! That's more like it! Now take this..."
But the doghead seem very keen on avoiding the tip of Ravn's spear, so much
even that he manages to leap way out of reach. The Runecaster makes his
dissatisfaction well heard across the battlefield while he regains his footing.
"Troll's piss! Come back and fight, you measly dogfart, I'm not done with
you yet!"
OOC: The dice roller is a very hateful thing, it seems - my sincerest
sympathies, Rolf, I know exactly how you feel...
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 40
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 10:33, Wed 21 May
Subject : Re: getting worse?
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Meeleek is not surprised to find what he hope would not be there.
"Make haste, Peter Gasgano. Bring all the oil you have!"
The Midani stands watch, Jambya at hand and Color Spray on lips, waiting for
Peter.
<If the Troll is already up and about, Meeleek stands about 50 meters from
him. If he is still forming, the young mage comes close and starts hacking with
his long knife.> ===========================================================
From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 34
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 10:58, Wed 21 May
Subject : Next!
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Callum is beyond all direction or command, jumping forward to the next foe and
brings his sword down in a crushing overhand blow on the beasts head.
OOC: 13 to hit, 18 damage - sorry it's taken me so long to post - been at a
wedding in Dublin, only just recovered.
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From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 6
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 17:54, Wed 21 May
Subject : Re: Next!
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Although still concerned about her absent friend Madelyn is relieved to hear Rolf's
words. She is about to say something more to him when she sees one of her
spearmen unhorsed.
"Let us continue this conversation when time is on our side" she
smiles to Rolf as she lowers her lance, and putting heels to the side of her
mount she spurs him forward.
[Private to GM: Will charge the doghead that
dismounted my spearman, with the intention to dismount after and bind wounds]
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 67
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 02:38, Thu 22 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"Els Beth" Thorgunn calls yet again, his eyes attempting to pierce
the mist. Something catches his eye. A light! Dancing in the gloom somewhere
ahead of him, but it is getting smaller. It's moving away! "Els
Beth!" he calls again, "Are you carrying a torch? I can see one. Call
to me again". As quietly as his tired and injured body will allow,
Thorgunn heads for the light. Unsure as to whether he will find Elsbeth or
something altogether more sinister, he grips his axe tightly in his good hand.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 81
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 03:16, Thu 22 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"Easy, Let me be helpin' ye," comes Elsbeth's soft voice.
Following the light, Thorgunn feels small hands on him. "Shh... Its
me, M'lad," she tells him. Whispering to the fog, she lets the
powers flow through her, knitting bone, knitting flesh... bringing relief...
[Private to JohnB: Yep, took a liberty- and feel
free to change it if it was too much. If her petty two points doesn't do
enough, she'll do it again.]
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 15
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 08:54, Thu 22 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"A beautiful sight indeed", Yuri adds to Rolf's own comments as
Madelyn rides up to them.
Seeing his spell is not needed, Yuri does not cast it, however when the fallen
'greenie' gets back up, he turns to deal with that. "I can deal with
this creature", he confidently states. "I think...", he
not so confidently then adds.
"You're no doghead, but you'll sure as hell do", he curses the
creature as he walks towards it.
[Private to JohnB: I'm going to assume that if not
before, Yuri's at least remembered a bit about trolls now. Get to 10 feet
and cast flaming sphere on it. If other people are in melee with make
sure the flames do not injure them.] ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 92
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 12:33, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Ravn again attacks the doghead leader, leaping forward and thrusting his spear
at his evasive target. Again the doghead makes a dodging maneuver but not fast
enough - it only manages to stave off the worst as the Runecaster's spear cuts
into its chest.
"Take THAT! And there's more where that came from!"
OOC: Hit for a mere 4 points of damage. This'll take a while...
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From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 35
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 16:26, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"Err - I don't have
any oil" replies Peter to Meeleek's
question as he back off from the troll.
rather than preparing for comabt with the beast, he replaces his dagger
in its scabbard, and pulls a small sprig of greenery from his
pouch, and holds it before him almost like a weapon.
He glances quickly across to the young mage, waiting to see
what he will do ....
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 174
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 17:35, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Outside the gate the troll pulls itself together and clambers to its feet,
grinning evilly at Meeleek and Peter, who both fall back, and take up what
appear to be casting stance.
From inside the compound, Yuri sees their predicament and starts to advance on
the troll from the rear also, apparently, prepared to cast.
Caught in the middle the troll stands undecided …
[Private to Yuri: thought I would allow you the
honour of describing the incineration :} Post it as graphically as you like]
The mounted archers continue to pick off dogheads as they flee towards the only
exit - which appears to be blocked by the remains of the party .
Madelyn seeing one of her men fall, turns away abruptly from Rolf and charges
down on the doghead who unhorsed her man, her lance spitting it cleanly. The
lance is dragged from her hand as the impaled doghead slides up the shaft
leaving her temporarily weapon-less in the middle of the fleeing dogheads ….
Callum follows her on foot, wading into the stream of dogheads swinging his
huge sword menacingly. The very look of his distorted features and limbs
accompanied by the steam rising from his spiked, causing the enemy to falter
and try and step around him. However the huge Celtic warrior is not in the mood
for that as he swings and carves one of the creatures completely in two.
Over by the line of the fog, Ravn pursues the doghead leader, who takes one
last look at the terrifying figure in front of him, and turns to follow his men
towards the exit. [Private to Ravn: a free hit
against his back should you want it sir - and what’s more I rolled it as a hit
:P please feel free to describe a gory death for the beast]
Kerim, Rolf and Lienlllyn stand together as a small group, blocking the only
exit for the fleeing doghead, peppering them with arrows.
Edgar, deciding he needs a better view of proceedings, flaps lazily across from
the edge of the woodland to alight on the roof of one of the huts. [private to Edgar: Don’t forget you have a few spells …]
Over in the fog, still hidden from the party’s view, Elsbeth finds Thorgunn
(with the help of an errant firefly) and casts cure light wounds. Again the
power seems to well up around her and Thorgunn suddenly feels himself renewed (OOC:
Thorgunn 10 HP back)
The fire fly seems to bob and dance around them in the mist - and in the
distance they can hear what sounds like tinkling laughter and the clapping of
hands. ===========================================================
From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 36
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 17:40, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Not waiting for Meeleek's response, the party's
chronicler, suddenly speaks in a strange language as he waves
his leaves at the troll.
As if they have come from nowhere, fresh shoots appear from
the ground surrounding the troll and start to wrap then selves
around its legs, holding it fast.
(OOC: small entangle area around the troll :P )
[Private to Meeleek: please feel free
to colour spray the troll if you chose - and
have fun describing it]
A worried look still on his face the mild mannered scribe draws his
dagger agin ....
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 175
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 18:05, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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OOC map updated
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 41
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 18:27, Fri 23 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"Excelent work, Peter Gasgano. But I fear that will not hold the monster
for long." Meeleek looks over the Troll at the rest of the party and
shouts: "Rolf Liefson, help is needed here, if you will!"
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 82
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 05:23, Sat 24 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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"Wha...?" Upon hearing
Meeleek's call, Rolf turns to see another beast at the bridge. With a
quick motion, he draws the sword and settles the bow over his shoulder.
With a cry, he charges the beast. Part of his mind takes note that
there's no dead carcass lying about, but he doesn't have time to consider what
that might mean. ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 69
Date : 06:39, Sat 24 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Perched atop the roof of one of the shabby huts that house the dogheads'
slaves, Edgar presides over the battle below, turning his gaze in this
direction and that, as he watches.
The flight of the dogshead leader is but one of many events that unfold before
him, but it is that which the raven fixes on, his beady eyes watching the beast
stumble after its fellows, the runecaster terrible in pursuit.
"That is not how it should be," Edgar mutters to himself, almost
crossly, glancing down at the iron band that encircles one leg before raising
his head once more, his eyes now burning with some inner fire as he raises his
voice to issue forth a great shout ...
"Kneel !" he commands, all his energies directed towards the
dogsheads' leader, fueled by the scorn of the Morrigan.
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From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 7
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 08:00, Sat 24 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Turning her mount around and placing him between her and the closer dogheads,
Madelyn dismounts and draws her sword.
Praying silently that the closer dogheads will be distracted by her remaining
horsemen giving her some time, she moves to her fallen comrades side.
Placing her sword on the ground within easy reach she proceeds to stabilise her
fallen man. ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 176
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 09:20, Sat 24 May
Subject : Re: Who goes there?
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Just after the doghead starts to flee from Ravn, Edgar'scroaky voice rings out
from a top the huts commanding the doghead to kneel.
Skidding to a halt the doghead leader falls to his knees on the ground.
panic in his eyes he struggles to rise ...
[Private to Ravn Ashengray: LOL
- now you miss if you roll a 1 - everything else hits
- unless you choose to pull the blow ...]
[Private to Yuri: Yuri can get his spell off well
before Rolf gets there :) he moved last turn - Don't
let him steal your thunger ( or the lignting thats breaking
through the cloudes - err ..]
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 68
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 17:22, Sat 24 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Appearing like a ghost from the mist, Elsbeth causes Thorgunn to jump in
surprise. A second passes before the ranger lowers his axe. "Aah, Els
Beth" he says, "You seem to have fared better than I! Come take me to
the battle". But she stops him, placing a gentle arm upon his. He
quietens in response to her soft voice and simply stares at the braids of
auburn hair falling upon her shoulders. He senses a benevolent force work its
way through his body, can almost feel it being repaired by an otherworldly
presence. It brings a smile to his face. "Thank you, lady" he says to
her, then looks towards the direction he supposes he came from, "Now, where's
this scrap then?"
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 16
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 16:57, Sun 25 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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His previous claims of being able to deal with the greenie having apparently
fallen on deaf ears, Yuri wastes no more time and quickly casts his spell
before Rolf can close on the beast, and get himself burnt in the process.
Chanting the arcane words as if they were acid darts that he could hurl at the
beast, the Gypsy completes his spell, and tiny red dot flies from his hand,
quickly turning into a sphere of flame as it hits the ground at the beasts
feet.
The sphere immediately begins to do its work, burning flesh from the horrid
creature, and the putrid smell quickly permeates through the air. Yuri's
initial look of glee is quickly replaced by repulsion and disgust as the beast's
screams fill his ears and the smell saturates his nostrils, yet he keeps his
focus on the ball of flame, moving with the creature if and when it breaks free
of Peter's entanglement.
"I said", he manages to start his sentence, before a cough is forced
from his lips, "I can handle it!"
The heat of the sphere is such that any that draw near the beast would find
their hair singed, if not worse.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 41
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 15:14, Mon 26 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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With Rolf no longer at his side, and noticing that he and Lienllynn are in the
direct path of those fleeing Kerim grabs the Elf's arm urging him aside near
the troopers.
He draws and looses arrow after arrow at the fleeing Dogheads, though only the
warriors as his conciense prevents aiming at non combatants, even though they
are dogheads. Rather more loudly than necessary he says to Lienllynn
"An arrow for each perhaps may remind them not to return
henceforth. Nor shall indeed they sit with comfort for many a week."
Kerim's smile, or lack thereof shows that a small amount of inner conflict
rages within. On one hand he has no love of dogheads and their cruelty,
yet it seems to him that they live as do many others he's seen, not in the
total barbarism that he thought. Though of course he hasn't seen or
talked with the slaves yet. In effect the enthusiasm of the Norse folk is
wearing off and his own personality is returning to regain control.
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 93
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 15:42, Mon 26 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Ravn yells out his dissatisfaction at seeing the back rather than the front of
his opponent when the doghead leader rushes past him and races toward the gate
- there is hardly much honor to be earned in stabbing anyone from behind so,
initially, he halts his blow.
But then Uddhugg caws in his ear, and true wisdom is revealed to him: - but
there is much need for the wisdom which this doghead holds of his master's
whereabouts..!
He nods to himself and, quicker than the speed of lightning it would seem,
swirls around his own axis and lands a devastating blow - into thin air. To
make matters worse, his balance is completely lost in the haphazard maneuver
so, eyes wide with surprise and a silent word of Odin's praise that he did not
accidentally skewer any allies, he stumbles several paves forward, stopping
only when he trips over the legs of the downed horseman and falls, face first,
into the mud.
There is neither benevolence nor sweet remembrance in his eyes, only frustrated
surprise and red-eyed anger when he looks up, his face covered with mud, at the
kneeling Madelyn.
"..you..?"
OOC to johnb: So everything other that a 1 is a hit, eh..? hum-humm....
OOC to Rolf: We need an exorcist for that die roller, it is more than just
cursed, it POSSESSED BY DEMONS!!! Aaargh!
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 82
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 05:46, Tue 27 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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"Nay, brave warrior," Elsbeth replies, close enough that Thorgunn can
see her eyes. "Are ye so quick to run in? I'd hate to have to
heal ye again so soon after helpin' save ye! Besides, ye're not to be
findin' your way easy unless I away the fog I called. And from the
laughter about us, I think they like us here."
She looks at the firefly light. "Ye're findin' this funny, are
ye?" she asks, a smile on her face.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 42
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 14:19, Tue 27 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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With reality coming back in large leaps and bounds Kerim, still with bow in
hand automatically firing at enemies, observes "Many indeed do they number and foolish were we to attack with so
few. Had but not the warrior maiden arrived we would indeed have suffered
poorly at their hands, clever plan or not."
As he fires on opponents he slowly moves closer to the cavalry, hoping to
ensure that no doghead will think of passing between them and instead make for
the less impeded exit. (he hasn't stopped to think of those who might still be
on the bridge)
Despite his distraction Kerim's first shot is as about as good as it gets,
striking a doghead between the ribs, though the shaft must have stopped short
of finding the heart for it continues to run. His second hits a doghead
in the hip, tearing it's clothing but apparently doing no harm. Still it
is the warning he wanted.
(OOC: Ravn, the die roller just started being nice to me, I think I've had 5
rolls above 17 in a row, but then back to a 9)
[Private to JohnB: John, don't know if you do
criticals, didn't do a second roll for one, natural 20 on the first
shot). Don't think the 9 will be a hit, +2 dex and don't think I'm still
in Bless range. I posted as a miss but left it open]
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 83
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 01:28, Thu 29 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Rolf pulls up as Yuri sends a ball of flame at the beast. He glances at
Yuri and lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "That was quick thinking Yuri. Quick enough to
keep me from being roasted at least."
Rolf takes stock again. First, he inspects the beast and the area about
to make sure no one else was injured in Yuri's flame. Then back the
Madelyn to see if she's safe while aiding her fallen soldier. Lastely,
the rest of the dogheads.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 70
Date : 13:50, Thu 29 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Edgar frowns in confusion at Ravn's antics, as he watches the proud runecaster
first of all turn away from the cowardly doghead's leader then returning to
execute a manoever that wants not for power, but is sorely lacking in grace,
only to glare at Madelyn as she tends to one of her fallen comrades.
The power of the Morrigan gathers again upon the raven's lips, as his gaze
wanders betwixt the pair and the doghead's leader as it struggles to regain its
footing, yet he holds back the word of command, uncertain as to where it will
be needed ... ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 69
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 17:17, Thu 29 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Thorgunn halts mid-stride as Elsbeth means to prevent him from rejoing the
affray. For the first time he notices what can only be described as the sounds
of frivolity coming from somewhere about them. The ranger's eyes narrow with
suspicion. "Els Beth" he answers the druidess, "even now our
fellows fight for their lives against countless dozens of beast-cowards. Your
skill with the Healing Power has aided me greatly but we must put it to good
use! Our companions may yet be hard-pressed, the Valkyries awaiting their final
glory. As I tended my wounds, I heard the the noise of mounted warriors.
Whether friend or foe, I know not, but surely we must rush to aid our
companions".
The anxious ranger takes a step towards, he hopes, the doghead encampment then
turns and waits for Elsbeth.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 83
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 17:26, Thu 29 May
Subject : Re: Ready for more
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Elsbeth sighs. This one reminds her of her older brothers, always ready
to fight... and die. "You'll not be findin' your way unless I get
rid of this fog," she reminds him gently. Only pausing a moment to
see if he stops her, she mentally calls out and dispels her magics...
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 35
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 09:27, Fri 30 May
Subject : Here boy!
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OOC: I was sure I had posted this already.
Callum laughs maniacally at the dogheads lined up in front of him, pulls his
sword in close to him and spins around, extending the sword to smash into the
right hand side of the doghead on his left.
OOC: 16 damage ===========================================================
From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 8
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 16:53, Fri 30 May
Subject : Re: Here boy!
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Binding the wounds of her soldier Madelyn's hand moves to the sword at her side
as someone stumbles across the body of her fallen comrade, but before she has
chance to raise it to strike the muddy face of the runemaster is questioning
her.
A rush of mixed emotions flows through her body and she manages to stammer 'I
am here to help' ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 95
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 19:11, Fri 30 May
Subject : Re: Here boy!
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Ravn rises to his feet, wiping the mud from his face.
"Good", he replies, angrily, "that vætte-brain Rolf is
going to need all the help he can get if he is to get through this alive!"
The Runecaster retrieves his spear and looks about him.
"Now where did that scumbag doghead chieftain go?"
He spots the fleeing doghead through the crowd.
"There! Excuse me, I have a head to claim - and its contents!"
Then Ravn darts of to catch up with the doghead leader, yellig at the top of
his lungs:
"COME BACK, YOU FLEA-RIDDEN BASTARD SONOFAMUTT - I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU
YET!" ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 71
Date : 06:59, Sat 31 May
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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As Madelyn and Ravn separate, and the Rune-caster turns in pursuit of the
once-more mobile dogshead, Edgar breaths a mental sigh of relief then lets
loose the word held in abeyance ...
"Halt !" the raven commands, his cry lifting to the ears of the
doghead's leader. ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 72
Date : 06:59, Sat 31 May
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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As Madelyn and Ravn separate, and the Rune-caster turns in pursuit of the
once-more mobile dogshead, Edgar breaths a mental sigh of relief then lets
loose the word held in abeyance ...
"Halt !" the raven commands, his cry lifting to the ears of the
doghead's leader. ===========================================================
From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 84
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 05:21, Sun 01 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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Seeing everything near at hand is under control, Rolf moves off to help cover
Madelyn and her fallen trooper. His hand grips the hilt of his battle
blade and he feels the surge of battle of his people. He gives a cry of
battle and rushes foreward.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 17
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 11:15, Sun 01 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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With a nod to Rolf as their leader dashes back off, Yuri steadies himself as he
continues the grizzly task of buring the 'greenie' to death.
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From : FireFly
Access : NPC
Posts : 1
Date : 20:49, Sun 01 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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The firefly pauses as the lady druid speaks, then zooms closer, briefly
studying her friendly smile. Buzzing about happily, the firefly enjoys
the soothing beat of the druid’s voice as she talks to the healed man, then
spirals off, circling the man’s head. Giggles erupt again as she comes to
a halt in front of his face, only to shoot up way above them, her claps fading
into the thick air above.
From the security of the lush leaves of a tall tree, she looks down, eyes alert
with curiosity at the pair as they talk. Noticing the man take a
tentative step in the direction of the battle, she rushes down, angrily
buzzing, to poke him in the face. "No,
no, no!" the tinkly voice resounds around them.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 84
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 00:33, Mon 02 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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Elsbeth hesitates in dispelling her fog at the sight of the little creature.
[Private to JohnB: Does Elsbeth know what this
little creature is?]
"See, even the wee ones don't want ye going back so I can be patchin' ye
up again!" she states with a chuckle. She then addresses the firefly
creature in her own druidic tongue.
[Private to FireFly; JohnB: "So are ye here to
help, little one? Are ye messenger or message?"]
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From : FireFly
Access : NPC
Posts : 2
Date : 14:39, Mon 02 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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The firefly comes to a halt, stopping just inches away from the lady’s
face. The buzzing of her wings wanes to a hum as she hovers and starts to
reply in Druidic. Though her squeaky efforts are almost completely
stifled by a low sob, it is clear to see she is agitated at the man.
As she finishes speaking the sobs deepen and the hum returns to a throbbing
buzz as anger fills her once more. She spins around, flying towards the
man again and gives him a sharp pinch on the ear, shouting a "Stop, stop!" before flying back to the
druid, lingering defensively above her shoulder.
[Private to Elsbeth Marva Treveri: "He
c..can't go..b...back.......dogheads....k..k.kill....."]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 177
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 12:36, Wed 04 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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The troll is held fast by Peter’s Entanglement and Yuri arrives with a Flaming
Sphere, which he continues to roll back and forth across the troll - burning
both the troll and the plants holding him at the same time. Trollish screams
and the stink of singed flesh fill the air as the troll struggles to free
itself from the constraining plants and the burning fire. Suddenly the plant
growth weakens just enough and the troll lurches free from the entanglement and
takes a few steps towards Meeleek and Peter, claws raised in anger and pain.
The sudden movement catches Yuri unawares and the troll manages to escape from
the flaming sphere as well.
Rolf has rushed up to the scene to offer help, but turned when Yuri claimed
control of the situation. Intending to head across to Madelyn, Rolf is suddenly
faces with a whole crowd of dogheads rushing towards him.
Kerim and Lienlllyn have already seen the danger and moved over by the mounted
archers that Madelyn bought with her, and continue firing arrows into the
doghead throng. Indeed along with the troopers fire, many of the dogheads find
themselves with an arrow or two sticking into their flank to act as a hurry up
- as everyone seems to have taken Kerim’s lead and to be firing randomly,
rather than concentrating on individual dogheads. One of kerim;s arrows,
however strikes a doghead in the eye, and it falls to the floor, blinded and
scrabbling unable to continue its wild charge for the gate. [private to Kerim Alakani: Don’t normally play criticals
(neither hits or misses) but sometimes it’s a good reason to describe something
a bit different :}]
Suddenly - as the doghead hordes continue to pour forwards, herded by the
mouted troopers and slaughtered by the new look Callum, who appears to
be right in the middle of his element - its clear that Rolf,
Yuri and the troll are the panicking dogheads and freedom …. Well, as well as
the only things between the panicking dogheads and Peter and Meeleek, …
Over by the fog things are slowly resolving themselves. Madelyn manages to bind
wounds and stabilise her fallen soldier, and Ravn charges towards the fleeing
doghead leader - only to fall over Madelyn’s feet. The two glare at each other
for a moment, and exchange a few words, before Ravn goes charging off after his
chosen quarry.
Again Edgar comes to the rescue from atop the doghead huts. “Halt” he shouts in
his croaky voice, and the confused doghead leader slides suddenly to a stop, a
shout, which sounds like it might be doghead swearing, echoing loudly from his
lips. [Private to Ravn Ashengray: The doghead’s
sudden halt catches you unawares - you have no chance to pull your blow - +4 to
hit +6 to damage]
Over in the Fog, Elsbeth and Thorgunn are helped to find each other by the
dancing light of a firefly, and Elsbeth is only half surprised to find the
extra healing delivered to Thorgunn at the hands of her goddess.
Elsbeth is just about to dispel her mystical Fog, when the firefly starts
speaking, and trying to keep Thorgunn away from the battle. Fog forgotten for
the moment Elsbeth tries to calm the battle hungry Thorgunn and the irritated
(and probably irritating) firefly.
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 42
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 13:35, Wed 04 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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"Shut your eyes!" cries Meeleek as he releases the Color Spray.
His voice sounds a bit too close too panic...
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 96
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 14:09, Wed 04 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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"Ha-HAH!", Ravn yells with triumph as he catches up with the fleeing
doghead. With the blunt end of his spear, he strikes the doghead on the back
side of its knees with force, hoping to bring it down at last.
OOC: That's 10 dam with the intent to capture alive but not necessarily
uncrippled. I'm surprised I hit, the dice roller really has it in for me these
days. ===========================================================
From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 85
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 14:18, Wed 04 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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Rolf sets himself, sword held high, ready to meet the onslaught of the routed
dogheads. The archers had softened them up, now he would see how many he
could down. He might not do quite as well as Callum, but he sure means to
try.
As Meeleek's shout is heard, Rolf flings up his left arm to cover his eyes,
remembering his instructions to the mage. After a moment, Rolf sets both
hands on the hilt of his battle blade and prepares to wet the ground with
doghead blood.
[Private to GM: John, I'm not sure if Rolf can
attack yet. I'll understand if your response to this question is a bit
slow. ;)] ===========================================================
From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 85
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 15:54, Wed 04 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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Elsbeth (who had counted on the additional healing power!) smiles at
Thorgunn. "Even this wee one is concerned for ye, brave
warrior! She... or it... says tha' to go in is t' die. And she
seems to care about ye!"
So saying, she holds her hand up for the firefly to land on, speaking softly to
it.
[Private to FireFly: "Who are ye, Little
One? Why worry about the Lad here?"]
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 18
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 07:09, Thu 05 June
Subject : Re: Sit ... Stay !
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The sphere having burnt through the plant life, exactly as he feared it would,
Yuri concentrates as he tries to roll the sphere after the troll, though hopefully
not close enough to injur anyone else in the process.
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 70
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 13:56, Thu 05 June
Subject : Re: Shit ... Slay !
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The ranger turns, an expectant look on his face as he awaits the dispersal of
the unnatural fog. His expression changes to one of puzzlement as he notices
the firefly hovering around Elsbeth for the first time. Suddenly it darts
toward him. He ducks instinctively, bringing his axe up in a half-hearted
attempt to swat the thing away. Too slow! He lets out a grunt of surprise as
the peculiar creature pokes him in the face, its squeaky voice shouting "No,
no no!"
Thorgunn grumbles still as he watches the thing fly back toward Elsbeth,
irritation evident upon his face. "A fairy!" he cries,
"Mischievous, trollish these creatures are. Kin of Loki!"
It comes at him again, agitated, angry. Again he swipes at it... and again he
misses. Another indignant grunt, he rubs his ear where the creature had pinched
him.
The Norse half-breed scowls at the unlikely pair; the tall human and the tiny,
flitting fairy. "Fairies care not for the fortunes of men" he says,
"but for the mischief that they can make for them! While it holds us here
our companions may be dying in the field. There we must go. Our honour depends
upon it, as do our fellows. Do not expect me to visit the field of heroic deeds
only after the Valkyries have left with the chosen".
He turns with a snort. The din of battle seems to be lessening. A sense of
urgency invades him and he heads purposefully in that direction.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 86
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 04:40, Fri 06 June
Subject : Rolf in action
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As the dogheads approach, Rolf sets himself with sword ready. He feints
to the side, then with a quick spin, he swings the blade down in a slanted line
that had been known to split it's target full in twain. It's for naught
though as the doghead ducks to the side and Rolf's blade swings through nothing
but air. It takes him a moment to recover from the poorly aimed stroke,
to stand in the way of the next approaching doghead.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 86
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 04:47, Fri 06 June
Subject : Re: Rolf in action
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"Ah, ye need to get to know the wee ones, don't ye know?" she replies
with a sigh. "Ye blame so much on the Loki of yours and miss the
beauty around ye."
She dispells the fog with another sigh, then turns to the firefly, still
holding up her hand. [Private to FireFly:
"He'll heed neither of us, Little One. Let him go and find his
glory. You stay with me and we'll talk and be friends."]
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 74
Date : 06:07, Sun 08 June
Subject : Re: Rolf in action
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Edgar watches with satisfaction as Ravn lands a blow on the Doghead's leader,
though the raven does not caw victory yet, for though the strike was a fair
one, the creature may yet survive to turn upon the Runecaster.
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 2
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 21:00, Sun 08 June
Subject : Nashty man!
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Fenodree listens quietly as the lady tries to soothe the angered warrior; his
stubborn retort earns him an exaggerated “Hmmpf”.
Long sobs still cause the tiny glowing form to shudder as she watches him stomp
away, then floats down onto the kindly proffered hand.
As the fog clears, the now dim light in the Druid’s hand extinguishes altogether.
Fenodree’s faerie form slowly emerges, her body reclaiming its true image as
she sits, cross-legged, elbows on knees in her comfortable seat. She
holds her sulky little face in her hands, her big black eyes gleaming with the
sorrowful tears. Grumbling between sniffles, she shakes her head. “Hmmpf, Twollish. He finks wif his h..h..head, not
his hear..r..rt.”
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 88
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 23:45, Sun 08 June
Subject : Re: Nashty man!
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Elsbeth smiles sadly, though glad to see the wee form on her hand. "Aye, foolish indeed. But such are warrior
men, are they not? It is why it is left to the women to sort out things
rightly!"
She regards the little fairy creature, her heart pounding with delight that
such as this would come to her! The Goddess is indeed walking in these
woods!
"Foolish he may be, but I'm thinkin' we'll be
seein' him again. So. Have ye a name little one? "I'm
Elsbeth Marva Treveri, Druidess and wanderer."
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From : Laddie
Access : NPC
Posts : 3
Portrait : ncl017.jpg
Date : 15:57, Mon 09 June
Subject : Re: Nashty man!
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The great wolf, happy at finding his mistress, lays near her, looking curiously
at the firefly/fairy. He tilts his head, curious, his ears up as he
regards this strange creature that his mistress is taken with.
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 4
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 18:27, Mon 09 June
Subject : Re: Nashty man!
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Fenodree rises to kneel on Elsbeth’s hand, quietly regarding the warm and
friendly person. The sniffles slowly halt and she wipes away the
glistening streak of tears. For the first time, she looks straight up at
Elsbeth, allowing a proper view of her pretty face as a smile begins to replace
the sulky frown.
The vision isn’t unlike that of a butterfly, her four pearlescent wings,
twitching softly behind her add wonderfully to her ethereal beauty. The
soft lilac tone of her hair, fades to a softer lilac hue as it comes to her
skin. Two tiny horns just poke above the surface of her hair and her big
black eyes seem as dark and deep as the night.
She rises to curtsey as Elsbeth introduces herself, smoothing her tiny hands
over the teal leather corset, then down over the aqua wrap-around skirt on her
hips. The skirt, though slit straight up the middle nearly all the way
up, ends just above her high, strappy leather sandals. Happy giggles
resound again as she stands straight, from the curtsey. “Whee, Elsbef, Elsbef“ she chants, clapping.
“My name is Fenodree, remaining potector of this
great fowest!” she gestures her hands grandly as she speaks, giggles
bubbling forth once more as she finishes.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 90
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 18:40, Mon 09 June
Subject : Re: Nashty man!
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Elsbeth herself finds herself laughing at the little sprite. What a
delight!
"Well met indeed, Lady Fenodree,"
she replies. "I am blessed indeed to be
allowed in your beloved woods, a place that is after my own heart. Ye
have a lovely place and I'm luckier still to be allowed in it."
She looks back towards the edge of the forest. "Ye
should know, Little One, that my friends are even now fightin' the dogheads and
their ilk, destroying them so they can bother ye no more. I should be
helpin' them."
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From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 9
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 09:20, Tue 10 June
Subject : Re: Nashty man!
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Happy that her fallen soldier is for now safe, Madelyn picks up her sword and
rises. Taking stock of the situation around her quickly she throws a
smile at Rolf and stands ready to swipe at the first doghead to approach her.
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 36
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 10:26, Tue 10 June
Subject : Nashtier man!
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Callum moves methodically on to the next doghead, impaling it through the chest
then ripping it in half with a twist of his massive shoulders. Laughing
like a lunatic and soaked from head to foot in doghead blood which sizzles and
steams off of his skin, he turns to face his next foe... ===========================================================
From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 5
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 17:55, Tue 10 June
Subject : Re: Nashtier man!
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Fenodree’s smiling eyes fill with mirth as she is referred to as a Lady.
Her teeny form practically throbs with glee. Taking off from Elsbeth’s
hand as excitement rushes to her wings lifting her happy and smiling into the
air, she poses gracefully for her spectator. Faking a swirling dance with
an imaginary suitor, her arms poised elegantly as if around him, she twirls and
moves with the grace of an angel. Her composure is but briefly acquired
though as she plops onto her back, rolling around on Elsbeth’s hand. She
titters, holding her tummy as the waves of amusement pass.
The wind blows, the breeze calming, as she looks back up to catch her new
friend gaze in the direction in which the man recently left. She feels
her merriment ebb as Elsbeth’s tone becomes more serious. Shaking her
head, despondent, she listens respectfully for the lady to finish. Unable
to hide her sadness, her eyes plead with her to stay even as her mouth answers
in contradiction. “If that where your heart
lead you my Lady, I understand.” ===========================================================
From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 91
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 18:03, Tue 10 June
Subject : Re: Nashtier man!
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Elsbeth smiles at the little one's antics, despite her seriousness. "Nay, my heart is here, in a place that holds my
spirit! But my friends are needin' me. Perhaps it would be best to
go to the edge and see, no? After all, my purpose was to find the heart
of the woods and make friends, then to help. I've been doin' both, I'm
thinkin'! Will ye come with me, Lady Fenodree? We'll take a peek
together and I can continue to enjoy your wonderful company!"
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 6
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 23:53, Wed 11 June
Subject : Re: Nashty beasties!
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Silently nodding in consent, Fenodree rises, taking up position once more above
Elsbeth’s shoulder. She futilely wraps her arms tight around
herself. Quiet shudders slowly shaking through her body, though it isn’t
the wind causing such a reaction. Heartache has troubled Fenodree for
many months now. ”I belong in the fowest but
all life has moved fwom here since the dogheads come.” she admits sadly.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 92
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 00:04, Thu 12 June
Subject : Re: Nashty beasties!
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Elsbeth sighs, turning to walk to the forest's edge. "Aye, the foul beasts do that. It's why we're
here, why I'm here. No Druid would leave a place like this fouled by such
as that. And I'll not leave until they're gone. Ye have my word on
it." ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 73
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 12:47, Fri 13 June
Subject : Re: Nashty beasties!
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Thorgunn blindly strides through the opaque fog marring his vision in the hope
of achieving the battlefield before all hope of glory is lost to him. The slap
of a low branch against the side of his head serves as a stinging warning of
the dangers that await the careless traveller in such conditions. His lank, red
hair flaps around his shoulders as his head snaps back in recoil.
"Bastards!" is his only comment.
But at last Elsbeth dispels her magic and the fog recedes. The ranger's speed
increases as first the trees, then the dilapidated fence come into view. With a
yell laced with pent up frustration, he kicks a hole in the fence and strides
purposefully into the camp once more. A moment is all it takes for him to
identify the handiest recipient for his battle-wrath; a lone doghead to his
(and Madelyn's) right.
With a roar he charges the now suspecting enemy.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 181
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 10:43, Mon 16 June
Subject : Rivers of dogheads ...
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At the gate, Meeleek yells for caution and Peter backs away covering his eyes,
but Yuri is so engrossed in guiding his ball of fire across the Troll, that he
fails to heed the call. Suddenly a blinding fan of clashing colors shoots forth
from Meeleek’s hand aimed directly at the troll. However, the fan continues on
past the Troll and covers Yuri too. However it seems that something must of
penetrated the bard’s concentration for just at the appropriate moment he turns
his head to the side and blinks. After a mere second of disorientation at the
bright lights he is ready for battle again. Which is a good job really, as the
noises from behind him indicate the surging mass of dogheads is getting closer.
The Troll, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. Apparently not understanding
common - or hell bent on reaching Meeleek and Peter- it continues to force its
way forward. The clashing colors strike it full I the face, and it raises it
hands to its eyes screaming in terror, just as Yuri’s Ball of Flame catches up
with it again.
Shuddering in terror, the troll sinks to its knees and then falls to the floor
as the fire drains the last of its life force. Perhaps this time it will stay
dead …
Indeed Meleek’s spell is so powerful that two of the dogheads crossing the
bridge behind Yuri drop immediately to the ground - although after a quick
glance towards their companions, the other two press on
Over in the fog Elsbeth and Thorgunn meet Fenodree and seem to come to
different conclusions about the fairy’s intentions. However, Elsbeth clears her
fog and she, Fenodree and Laddie make their way slowly to the field of battle,
talking as they go.
Thorgunn rushes forward - only to realise that the battle is moving away from
him. Mounted troopers are pushing the dogheads towards the only exit, while
others, assisted by Kerim and Lienllyn, pepper them with arrows to help them on
their way.
Callum and Rolf stand proud in the middle of the sea of Dogheads, bravely
swinging their swords. Again Callum cleaves a doghead almost in two, and the
resulting fountain of blood further drenches the demonic looking fighter, and
the closest dogheads try to edge out of his range in their charge for the gate
…
Rolf , however, is less lucky. His blow misses the fleeing dogheads, but he
still stands resolutely in the gateway, almost as if he is trying to block
their only line of escape. One of the dogheads, lashes at Rolf with what
appears to be a kitchen knife on the way past, but the blow is easily deflected
by the ranger’s armour.
Madelyn manages to get her man patched up, and stands ready sword in hand -
only to see the dogheads fleeing from her and her troops. Like Thorgunn she
will have to run to get into the battle …
Ravn, swipes the doghead leader with a blow from the butt of his spear - and
the doghead falls to the ground as if pole axed at the rune caster feet. Edgar
watches the cleric and the doghead intently - ready to try and intervene again
should he be required.
[Private to Callum mac Aonghas; Rolf Liefson: Each
time you strike out but don't kill a doghead - one of
them will strike back :P]
[Private to Thorgunn Kylansson : LOL
sorry mate - you got that post in a touch before
I could be mean - you gotta run to catch
up - :P They are fleeing full tilt
...]
OOC: map updated
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From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 37
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 10:50, Mon 16 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Peter half turns away as Meeleek shouts, his hand covering his eyes. When he
looks back he sees The Troll on the ground and Yuri’s Flaming Ball rolling
across it.
However, he also sees the first of the dogheads making a break past Rolf at the
gate ”Behind you …” he shouts at the bard,
as he starts to back away towards the woods again, plucking at Meleek’s sleeve
as he goes. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 99
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 12:01, Mon 16 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Ravn kicks the felled doghead leader over and places the ornate tip of his
spear on the semi-canine villain's throat.
"Your choice, trollish fiend - live or die?"
The Runecaster's muck-stained yet angrily triumphant face signals quite clearly
that he has no moral qualms about spearing the gnoll. The fact that he hasn't
already might suggest to the captured doghead that he just might have a chance
to escape this defeat alive.
...might... ===========================================================
From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 182
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 12:25, Mon 16 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Ravn's doghead lies still, clearly stunned ....
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 87
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 14:10, Mon 16 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Feeling the pressure of the knife against his armor, Rolf brings his sword down
in a serious overhead, double-handed stroke, angled only to keep it from
catching in the dirt after it cleaves the doghead in half. Unfortunately,
the doghead is too agile and Rolf too distracted for a proper blow and it again
swings wide.
OOC: Guess what, rolled another 2. I think for future encounters,
Rolf will stand meekly on the sidelines and do his best not to get in the way
of those of you who are actually inflicting damage on the enemy. :|
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 45
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 16:41, Mon 16 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Peering intently at the fallen troll, Meeleek is brought back to reality with a
jolt with Peter's tug. And then he notices the horde of dogheads coming their
way...
The young Midani dives to the left, cowering at the side of the moat, his
jambiya in front of him, watching the fleeing beasts.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 19
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 03:30, Tue 17 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Yuri, trying to digest what just happened and also what almost happened, stands
rooted to the spot, looking at the scene around him; from the fleeing dogheads
(towards him!), to his flaming sphere, to his battling comrades and back again.
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 43
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 16:37, Wed 18 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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OOC: Rolf. Why do you think Kerim chose the sidelines. Yeah it's
only a die roller, but if it's representative then the character thinks to
himself "Hey, I'm not that lucky of late, better play it safe".
Kerim watches and wonders what can be done about Rolf and Callum. He
understands that Rolf would likely move aside to let the dogheads flee, but
that Callum wouldn't. He understands further that Rolf would not leave
Callum to face them alone.
His 'Norse Fed' bloodlust draining from him with every arrow shot he turns to
the nearest mounted soldier and tells them that the person who stands amid the
onrush of fleeing Dogheads is a Warden for Earl Richard and that he needs aid,
hoping that whilst the soldiers may not heed any command from him the mention
of the Earl and the status of Warden might gain their attention.
If none of them heed this call he will sling his bow and draw out his weapons
and try to judge the right time to reinforce the group, on the premise that an
addition of one more means a larger force and that the larger force is more
likely to be avoided. He hopes.
OOC: Sorry my posts are very infrequent. Longish term sickness has taken
a toll on me, conjunctivitis being a real problem stopping me getting online
whilst at home sick. This seems to be resolving itself so things will
hopefully return to normal. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 100
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 17:49, Wed 18 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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His spear still lodged against the doghead's throat, Ravn looks up to survey
the carnage. Smiling grimly, he notes with satisfaction that their objective
has been reached: The dogheads are fleeing and the settlement is taken - or
liberated, whichever way you want to see it. Then he returns his attention to
the doghead:
"Now there's a good dog - stay!"
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 93
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 19:50, Wed 18 June
Subject : Re: Rivers of dogheads ...
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Elsbeth comes to the edge of the battlefield and smiles. "See, Little One? They'll be chasin' away the
dogheads and they'll never come back! Then I be makin' your forest safe
again."
She smiles at the little fairy then looks back at the battle. Her eyes
widen as she spies an armoured figure on horseback, looking back to the
battle. Elsbeth's breath catches in her throat...
"Madelyn?" she stammers, recognizing
the other woman... ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 74
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 02:06, Thu 19 June
Subject : Re: Where'd they all go?
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He should have known! Instead of fighting like men of true worth, the
beast-cowards were in full flight. Thorgunn does not even pause to take note of
Madelyn and her reinforcements but runs full tilt towards the nearest retreating
Doghead. He grunts a quick approval as he speeds past Ravn and his prize, his
axes out and ready. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 101
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 07:54, Thu 19 June
Subject : Re: Where'd they all go?
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Ravn shouts encouragement to Thorgunn as the young fighter rushes past.
"That's right, Thorgunn! Show them Thor's forgiveness!"
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 20
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 08:13, Thu 19 June
Subject : They're on me!
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In an act of (what he'll probably later think back on as) supidity, Yuri brings
the flaming sphere back towards himself and just before it starts to singe his
skin, attempts to jump (northwards) off the bridge.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 75
Date : 14:33, Thu 19 June
Subject : Who's on second ?
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Edgar notes with no small amount of satisfaction that the Doghead's leader does
not rise from Ravn's blow, nor does it stir beneath repeated blows from the
Runecaster's booted foot.
That small matter dealt with, the raven turns his attention further afield,
shifting his perch to the easternmost roof of the slave pens that he might
better observe the remaining Dogsheads' retreat, and the battle prowess of
those who seek to deny them.
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From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 38
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 15:40, Thu 19 June
Subject : Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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Callum moves towards the nearest doghead, swinging his sword around to catch it
on it's back but lets out a howl of frustration as the creature jumps forward
out of the arc of the sword.
OOC: Come on you guys, get back in there and start using up those crap
dice rolls again - thre's still plenty left for everyone.
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 7
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 11:08, Fri 20 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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Such warm thoughts and heartfelt assurance of her companion does much to soothe
Fenodree’s pangs as they approach the forest’s edge and she is soon looking
back at Elsbeth with renewed respect. ‘So lovely, lovely’ she thinks
gladly before turning her attention to the ongoing conflict.
The chaotic resonance thumping from the battle affects Fenodree before her eyes
take in the scene, she is practically throbbing with indignation as her sights
finally alight on the hated dogheads. Shouting her support from the
sidelines she takes care to stay close to her escort. “Aye, foul beasties, nashty beasties. They gobble
up faeries like ripe bewwies.” spits Fenodree, her little hands clenched
into fists as she urges. ”Chase ‘em away,
chase ‘em away!”
Sensing a change in her friend’s demeanour, she halts her rantings and looks
back in curiosity to study the woman’s pretty face. ”Madlyn, who’s Madlyn?”
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From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 44
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 14:49, Mon 23 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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OOC: Hey Callum I used some of those crap rolls up for you, thought it was only
fair.
Kerim, reaching Rolf and Callum's side swings at any doghead that passes too
close in order to remind them to run wide. His Cutlass catches a Doghead
in the small of it's back but it runs so quickly in retreat that Kerim can't
tell if it hurt. It is only the dogheads speed that saves it from Kerim's
next attack with his punching dagger.
GM: First attack might have hit with strength bonus, negatives for two weapons,
negative reductions for dexterity vs two weapons etc. It's hard to tell
without an armour class to place it against.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 94
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 15:29, Mon 23 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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Elbeth's attention is divided between the battle and the sight of
Madelyn. What was she doing here? How?
She manages a smile to the little fairy. "Madelyn
was... is... a very dear friend. Very dear." She sighs,
clearly troubled. "I thought to never
see her again."
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From : Madelyn
Access : player
Posts : 10
Bio1 : strong, well-built woman,
Bio2 : long braided brown hair
Portrait : ffw005.jpg
Date : 18:28, Mon 23 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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With a shout to her soldiers to stop the fleeing dogheads, Madelyn grabs her
horse's reign's and jumps with ease into his saddle. Putting heel to
flank she quickly persues the fleeing dogheads, trampling or swinging sword at
any in her path to get closer to Rolf and aid him.
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 183
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 19:41, Tue 24 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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Peter and Meeleek both decide to back away from the entrance - Peter heading
back to the putative safety of the woods and Meeleek diving towards the moat –
leaving the last section of the exit from the stronghold clear.
Yuri starts to roll his flaming sphere back towards himself, but is surprised
as it starts to splutter and fade. [Private to Yuri:
It lasts one Round per level :} and I think, after you rolled it back and forth
across the troll, you have probably had your time :}] Following Peter
and Meeleek’s example, Yuri then decides to clear the area as well, and jumping
over the side of the bridge disappearing from everyone’s view. [Private to Yuri: as you land you fall and turn your ankle
slightly (rolled a 19 dex check for you :P) However - you can move - but at
half movement rate :P
Under the bridge there is an opening, which none of you have been in a position
to see before. It appears to go right under the bridge, but from this angle you
can see that there is an entrance off of it – perhaps into the ex-trolls lair]
Ravn knocks the Doghead leader senseless, and then stands over his captive -
shouting encouragement to Thorgunn as the warrior charges past him into the
fray. Running full tilt, Thorgunn soon catches up with the retreating dogheads
and buries on of his axes between the shoulder blades of one of the retreating
foe. However, his second axe misses and it takes him a moment to recover his
first blade, so securely was it wedged into the large canine.
Madelyn follows suit, mounting her warhorse easily, she charges into the battle
trying to mow the enemy down. Attacking from the rear, she is remarkable
successful. Forcing the horse to rear, hooves crash down on unsuspecting
dogheads and another receives a blow to the head from her sword. All the time
the troopers harry the backs of the fleeing dogheads trying to drive them out
of the compound.
Kerim’s attempt to call the, lightly armoured, mounted archers to charge into
the dogheads is met with stony silence, as they continue to shoot arrows into
the edges of the crowd, trying to maintain confusion and keep the dogheads
moving. Seeing no response from them, Kerim decided to fight his way into the
stream to stand with Callum, but the press of canine flesh is too thick, and he
finishes up on the edges of the steaming mass of dogheads, helping to shepherd
them through.
While Rolf takes a step or two forwards into the stream of dogheads,
unconsciously making a bigger gap for them to stream past him. Callum swings
wildly and for the first time misses with his mighty blow, and he lets out a
bloodcurdling shout of frustration as he sees the last few enemy approaching
him ….
Edgar, clearly happy with his part in the battle, flutters across the roof, so
he can watch the fleeing dogheads more easily.
With the fog gone, Elsbeth sees the carnage properly for the first time and
gets a most welcome surprise as she spots Madelyn, and her troops, there to
help out. However, Fenodree’s questions distract the druid and before she can
call out, Madelyn is gone again – seeking the heat of the battle as if driven
by some inner need.
map updated
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 102
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 20:04, Tue 24 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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Ravn, joyful at seeing that the battle was a success, after all, hogties the
unconscious doghead leader. Then, singing an old war tune in the Ancient
Tongue, he waits there for the others to join him in the compound.
"Nu skall vi dra och supa
våldta, plundra, slåss och stupa
Odin's stämma kaller
vi vill fläcka skallar
stacka lik som vallar
kring Midgårds alla hallar"
There is nothing even remotely skaldic about the tune, it is a plain warrior's
praise to blood and carnage - and the Runecaster seems to enjoy every verse...
OOC Translation:
"Now lets us take to drinking
raping, plunder, fighting, dying
Odin's voice calls
we will cleave skulls
stack corpses like walls
'round each of Midgard's halls"
(it's modern Swedish, I know, but it sets the mood all right).
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 8
Portrait : ffd085.jpg
Date : 12:54, Wed 25 June
Subject : Re: Come back here! I'll bite yer legs off!
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"Yes!" cries Fenodree, tears in
her eyes as she watches on, proud of the victory she played no part in. "See the dog'eads are fleein' and you will get to
see your dear Madlyn soon." she says, beaming at Elsbeth.
"Oh, the fowest will be safe again... the
fowest will be safe. Thank you my lady, thank you".
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 76
Date : 13:56, Wed 25 June
Subject : Any fight you walk away from ...
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With the dogheads now in full flight, their leader taken, their spirit broken,
Edgar leaves his perch atop the hut and flies low across the packed earth of
the compound to land a short distance before Ravn, strutting across the last
few feet towards the priest of Odin.
"The beasts flee as if the Morrigan herself were at their heels."
Edgar's eyes meet those of Ravn. "It was a bold plan," he allows,
"and if the tide was turned by those on horseback, still the songs will
hail the courage and the prowess of those few who took the risk, all unknowing
that aid was at hand. The gods smile upon you, Runecaster."
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 103
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 14:35, Wed 25 June
Subject : Re: Any fight you walk away from ...
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Ravn look at his plumy namesake with wonder at what made the bird's sentiment
turn so suddenly to his favor, expecting its motives to be a least tainted with
some obscure self-serving goal.
"Yes, raven, they flee, victory is ours. And yes, the gods are
smiling."
He looks up, casting a dissatisfied glare in Rolf's direction, far across the
compound.
"They must be, mustn't they? That we be granted success despite our noble
leader's stern determination to reveal our intent and have Thorgunn and me
caught in their midst?"
The Runecaster's face contorts in a scornful grimace.
"But I am convinced it was unintentional. Which only proves that my
southern aettlings have not only grown mellow-hearted, they have also
grown soft in the head, that much is obvious. Well, I guess the Allseer's
purpose with sending me here would be to show them the error of their ways,
then... I just hope I can save Thorgunn from being smitten with their sickly
ways." ===========================================================
From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 77
Date : 15:08, Wed 25 June
Subject : Re: Any fight you walk away from ...
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Knowing not what prompted the Constable's decision, Edgar does not argue the
point with Ravn, instead noting, "But they did not leave you to your fate,
when the finger of death beckoned to them. They hold to their
honour." ===========================================================
From : Kerim Alakani
Access : player
Posts : 45
Bio1 : Arabic rogue
Bio2 : Angasa Human
Portrait : mfr013.jpg
Date : 16:38, Wed 25 June
Subject : Re: Any fight you walk away from ...
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Kerim is visibly frustrated at not being able to reach Rolf and Callum,
swinging with anger, more than skill at an doghead near him. He also
manages to spit out a few curses in Midani.
He looks tired and worn, very tired and worn.
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 46
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 20:03, Wed 25 June
Subject : Re: Any fight you walk away from ...
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Seeing Yuri slide into the moat, Meeleek comes near, always keeping an eye on
the fleeing dogheads above. He bows deeply, at least as much as the bridge
allows.
"That was very well done, Yuri..." The Midani seems to be a bit
stuck, not knowing the gypsy's last name. "A very fine demonstration of
skill I did not think you possess. And it saved my life." He adds with
another bow. ===========================================================
From : Callum mac Aonghas
Access : player
Posts : 39
Bio1 : Human Celtic Warrior
Portrait : mfw086.jpg
Date : 09:22, Thu 26 June
Subject : Who's walking away - still some left!
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Oblivious to the fact that the battle is now entering it's mopping up stage,
Callum takes out his frustration at his last targets escape by smashing a huge
overhand blow on to the head of the next creature, crushing it's skull and
splitting it down to the level of it's chest. He kicks the corpse off of
his sword and moves on... ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 75
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 01:22, Fri 27 June
Subject : Re: Guess who's back!
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Thorgunn roars as he bears down on a retreating doghead. Swinging first with
the smaller axe, the ranger slices merely air, but the second, larger, axe
buries itself deeply into the creatures back, snapping bone and tissue.
Thorgunn roars with laughter as the creature staggers under the impact and it
takes a moment or two to heave the axe free, blood spilling freely as he does
so. Wasting no time, he swings with both axes again. To his delight, both
strike home causing the hapless beast to cry out with fear and pain.
[Private to JohnB: I have assumed (from looking at
the map) that the doghead Thorgunn just hit is not dead yet, so I've had
another dig at it. I know the damage rolls were shite there, but one of them
was a natural 20. Don't know whether you use critical hits or not so I just
rolled the 1d8. Also I have assumed that the damage for the smaller axe was
1d6. This gives a whopping total of 3 damage.]
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 105
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 16:58, Fri 27 June
Subject : Re: Guess who's back!
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"Hmmm," the Runecaster grumbles, wanting even less than Edgar to discuss
the matter. Instead, he turns his attention toward the continued sounds of
slaughter. A terrible scream of anguish and a skyward splurt of doghead blood
makr Thorgunn's work.
"Look yonder, Bloodfield's Harvester: There you see the honor and spirit which
the Aesir favor!"
Another scream, this one cut short somewhat more abruptly, and a veritable
fountain of blood cascading into the air where Callum passes.
"It would appear your Gods have similar gory preferences, raven... There
is hope for our peoples still."
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 89
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 03:59, Sat 28 June
Subject : Re: Guess who's back!
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Rolf brings his blade back to the fore and, seeing no lack of dogheads withing
range of the sword, he hacks at the next one. The doghead avoids this
blow, just as the last two had done. Luckily for him, for them all, the
dogheads were far more interested in running than fighting.
OOC: Rolled a 5 this time. I've been gone a week and you guys still
haven't used up all of those bad rolls? I had a decent time, though I'm
smarting from a bit too much sun.
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 21
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 07:19, Tue 01 July
Subject : Re: Guess who's back!
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Rubbing his ankle, Yuri grimaces back at Meeleek in an attempt to smile.
"I am glad I could play my part. If only my acrobatics were a bit
better", he adds, quiet embarassed he didn't manage such a simple tumble.
[Private to Meeleek El'Wakhad: Yuri then climbs
under the bridge!]
[Private to JohnB: Yuri doesn't think he can do
much more now except scout, so time for some of that down a hole!]
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 185
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 23:05, Thu 03 July
Subject : all over?
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[OOC: OK folks that’s enough of this battle :P]
Ravn binds the doghead leader and sings a war-chant as Edgar flies down to land
close to him. After exchanging views on the battle, they stand and watch with
satisfaction as the remaining dogheads are driven from the compound.
Elsbeth, Fenodree and Laddie make their way slowly towards the Rune caster and
Raven – half watching the retreating dogheads as well.
In just a few moments more all of the dogheads are chased out of the
stronghold, as the troopers herd them outside - leaving the compound in the
sole command of the party!
The few dogheads that are left are bound, unconscious or writing in agony on
the floor. Now the battle has receded, the baying of the hounds in their pen
becomes the dominant noise, although hoarse shouts can also be heard from
behind the buildings.
[Private to Yuri: the tunnel under the bridge leads
into a foul smelling chamber. The remains of a human leg and a pile of straw
that may well have served as bedding]
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 90
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 23:44, Thu 03 July
Subject : Re: all over?
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Seeing the last of the dogheads flee, at least among those still able to flee,
Rolf stops his efforts. He uses the corpse of one of the fallen dogheads
to wipe the blood from his sword. Given his poor showing, it doesn't take
long before he has it sheathed. He also takes a moment to settle his bow
and quiver.
Finally, he moves towards Madelyn. "Thanks
for the help." He leans a bit closer, but holds short of any
overt show in front of her men. "I've
missed you." he whispers. ===========================================================
From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 77
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 00:16, Fri 04 July
Subject : Re: It is now!
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Thorgunn stands atop his vanquished foe, its blood oozing across the ground
from the wounds his axes have left. With a satisfied grunt, he pulls his
weapons free from the lifeless carcass. The blades shed droplets of blood which
plop softly onto the body below. He uses the dead doghead's fur to wipe the
remaining blood from the weapons.
"Now for the booty" he mumbles, "And to reclaim what is
mine". He pushes the axes behind his belt and strides over to the round
huts. Ascending the wooden stairs, he turns and enters the hut on his right.
[Private to JohnB: Thorgunn will now behave in true
Viking style and hunt for the booty. Principally, he'll be looking for the
traditional chest and be hoping to find his own armour, shield and weapons that
were confiscated upon his capture.]
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 79
Date : 05:46, Fri 04 July
Subject : Re: It is now!
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Edgar turns to see Elsbeth approaching from the woods, with Laddie loping along
beside her.
"Greetings," the raven says, dipping his beak in welcome to the
druidess as he eyes the fey creature settled on her shoulder. ===========================================================
From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 107
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 10:39, Fri 04 July
Subject : Re: It is now!
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"Now, then!", Ravn exclaims as the battle has finally ended and
everyone congregate around the fallen doghead. And, to the Runecaster's only
slightly conscious satisfaction, around him.
"Let us see what this furry fiend has to tell us of his kinsdog's
whereabouts."
He glares icily at the doghead leader, bound at his feet.
"Speak, abomination, or face the wrath of the Almighty Allseer - where is
that ugly bastard you call your leader? The one who knows magic?"
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 47
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 08:33, Sat 05 July
Subject : Re: It is now!
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After the last of the dogheads pass overhead, Meeleek climbs out of the moat
and enters the compound.
he surveys the area, to look for possible threats, and as he sees none, he
moves over to where the Runecaster is interrogating the leader, to see if his
language spells are needed. ===========================================================
From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 22
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 05:39, Sun 06 July
Subject : Every-minus-one.
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Ravn, apparently giddy with the fact 'everyone' is around him, is evidently
oblivious to the fact that Yuri is not there, or anywhere else within sight.
[Private to JohnB: Yuri says what passes for a
Gypsy prayer over the person.. errr...leg before having a little bit more of a
search around, and then leaving if nothing else is found.]
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From : Thorgunn Kylansson
Access : player
Posts : 78
Portrait : mfw087.jpg
Date : 01:25, Mon 07 July
Subject : Re: Every-minus-one.
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OOC: Notice also that Thorgunn has gone looking for booty, in particular, for
what the dogheads took from him and is not therefore amongst the congregation
surrounding Ravn.
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From : Lienlllynn Salyrimonde
Access : player
Posts : 22
Portrait : mfd064.jpg
Date : 18:26, Mon 07 July
Subject : Re: Every-minus-one.
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Putting up his bow, Lienlllynn follows behind Thorgunn, also searching for that
which was stolen from him. He goes into the hut of the leader, searching,
probing every wall, piece of furniture, and anything else that might hold his
things. He moves carefully, checking for any traps or such that might be
guarding the goods. ===========================================================
From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 38
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 09:27, Tue 08 July
Subject : Re: Every-minus-one.
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Once the last of the Dogheads are driven from the camp, Peter makes
his way inside for the first time, to join the others.
Looking around as he sees the place for the first time, clearly dismayed by the
Doghead corpses littering the ground and the generally un-cared for
felling about the place.
The baying of the dogs in the compound fills the air with its own racket
- but there is the sound of human voices raising
above it. Looking around he asks generally
"Who's doing that shouting?"
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From : JohnB
Access : GM
Posts : 196
Portrait : mmc001.jpg
Date : 09:49, Tue 08 July
Subject : Tidying up?
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Most of the party congregate around Ravn and the doghead leader, although there
are a number of other wounded and injured dogheads scattered around the area.
Some of the injured are whining, clearly I pain - while a few other, perhaps
braver souls, are trying to claw their way towards the exit.
The doghead leader wakes to find himself bound with Ravn standing, imperiously,
over him - asking question. However, the dogheads only response is to snarl
something back in his own guttural tongue.
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Madelyn and Rolf stand to one side – talking softly to each other - while
Callum screams word of abuse and chases the last of the dogheads from the camp,
slashing and swinging his huge sword towards their backs - always chasing,
always harrying - trying to kill as many of the foul beasts as he possibly can
…
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Thorgunn and Lienlllyn burst into the huts, looking for their equipment and any
treasure - and are surprised by the mess that’s in there. The first of the two
huts is littered with bedding piles (made up of dries grasses mixed with strips
of material), and a few basic living utensils. There are a few big cook pots,
straps and harnesses for the hounds, and the other paraphernalia of daily life.
Once they push forward into the second hut things change. First there is only
one large pile of bedding and the walls are decorated with various trophies.
Amongst the trophies on the wall are Lienlllyn’s long sword and Thorgun’s axes,
as well as a three short swords, another hand axe and 4 shields (One Buckler,
two small and one medium) - there are also 3 spears and a halberd among the
collection.
A quick search reveals a small sack hidden in the bedding and 4 larger sacks
placed up against one of the walls.
[Private to Yuri: The trolls lair is very basic -
but a search of its nest like bedding reveals a small velvet bag - inside are a
couple of gems, a few gold coins (23) and an earring]
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 48
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 10:22, Tue 08 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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"If you have patience, Ravn Ashengray, then within the hour I can cast an
incantation which will tell us what he speaks, although it will not allow us to
speak it. Or maybe one of the captives has learned their strange tongue?"
At the sounds of loot being found in the huts, the Midani adds: "And if
the spoils of war shall be free for my inspection, I can say if any of them has
any enchantment put on it."
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 91
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 13:56, Tue 08 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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Rolf is well content to let the others take over the scouring of the camp and
the questioning of the prisoners. His own attentions are still fixed on
Madelyn. "So, what brings you out here
into the hinter-lands, and how have you fared since we parted?"
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From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 11
Portrait : ffd101.jpg
Date : 17:31, Tue 08 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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Fenodree's skin crawls as they slowly make their way over to the victors.
It went against her nature to see such violence and destruction though she
could not help but rejoice at what these despicable creatures had been reduced
to.
Caught in her own thoughts, she was not a little surprised at the form that
shouted out a greeting. 'Pfft, a talking birdie.' she frowned,
dropping back slightly from her favourite travelling place of Elbeth's shoulder
before peeping back over curiously at the strange creature. 'Hmm,
we'll see.'
A stifled giggle could just about be heard from behind Elsbeth as Fenodree
swooped down. Pausing only to make sure that she was as yet unspotted,
she zoomed out, coming to a halt right in front of Edgar. "Ah BOO!!" comes the squeaky shout.
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From : Elsbeth Marva Treveri
Access : player
Posts : 95
Portrait : ffs048.jpg
Date : 18:33, Tue 08 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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Elsbeth makes her way slowly over, happy that her friends had succeeded, sad to
be leaving the immediate area of the woods. It seems a part of her was
being left behind... as it should. She smiles at Fenodree's antics and
brushes back her hair as she approaches the others.
"The Goddess be praised, ye've removed the curse
in these parts," she remarks. The Druidess looks at Madelyn,
hesitating. "It's good to see you,"
she states, her voice softer than she anticipated...
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 23
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 07:14, Wed 09 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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[Private to JohnB: Yuri pockets the items without
so much as a second thought for the 'sharing' bit, tho he keeps out the
brightest gem (the one most likely to impress one of the opposite gender).]
Yuri eventually climbs out from under the bridge, brushing off the newly
acquired dirt from his bright clothing as best he can.
Surveying the scene before him (with one or more worried glances in the
direction of the screaming Callum) he finds he is not filled with any sense of
revenge or completion, just an empty void.
With a muttered "it is done", he makes his way toward the main mass
of people, cleaning up a small gem as he goes.
Then he stops, jaw agape, staring at Fenodree. A smile slowly spreads
across his entire face and he exclaims, "Fey folk!"
[Private to Yuri: There ia a small Eye Agate and a
bigger Moss Agate - the 23 Gold coins and
you notice the earing is a stud (rather than a ring) and will
fit in any peirced ear. It has a strange pattern carved on
the front]
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From : Ravn Ashengray
Access : player
Posts : 108
Portrait : mfw012.jpg
Date : 11:36, Wed 09 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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"Obviously, this lice-eaten vermin knows not our tongue - or he pretends
so" Ravn answers Meeleek's offer to help by arcane means.
"Either way, we shall have to at least try to extract and make sense of
what he knows, and if your skills could be helpful I suggest we try it.
However, it will have to keep until we have secured this place properly."
He turns to greet Peter as the cook/scribe joins them.
"Just in time, Peter! Those screams would come from the prisoners, no
doubt. Let us go see about freeing them - and let us not forget to ask for that
translator, Blueman - and put this abominable beast-man in their place, shall
we?"
Then he pulls the doghead prisoner to his feet and drags him across the
settlement to the slave pens.
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 49
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 11:58, Wed 09 July
Subject : Re: Tidying up?
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Meeleek follows silently.
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From : Edgar
Access : player
Posts : 80
Date : 13:34, Wed 09 July
Subject : Fairy Nuff
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Edgar calmly watches the little creature fly down towards him, thinking itself
unobserved ... then starts back a foot or two, wings a flutter as it yells out.
[Private to GM: Succeeded on a Detect Nose roll for
what it's worth. ;>]
Glaring at Fenodree all the while, as he unruffles his feathers and regains a
measure of his decorum, the raven shows no sign of having heard Yuri's comment,
as he remarks "A moth of some kind ? This battle has given me an
appetite ..." ===========================================================
From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 12
Portrait : ffd101.jpg
Date : 14:58, Wed 09 July
Subject : Re: Fairy Nuff
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Fenodree creases into giggles as the bird flutters back startled and her glee
is only encouraged as she hears a happy exclamation of "Fey
folk". She turns to look up at the speaker, hands on her belly still
laughing heartily at the victim of her humour.
Her merriment quickly subsides though as Edgar's words soak into her
concsiousness and she looks back, eyes wide at the bird. "Ack, moth!" Without further
thought she darts into the air, her gaze never leaving the new threat as she
flies straight upto and onto the man with the brightly coloured clothes.
Stopping on his shoulder she grabs at Yuri's earrings for balance as she leans
out, shouting angrily at the bird. "You
won't be 'aving me for your supper, you, you... winged rat you! Go peck
on a dog'ead, you may 'ave your feast!"
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From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 24
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 16:14, Wed 09 July
Subject : Re: Fairy Nuff
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Yuri laughs gaily at the antics of his winged friends, new and old. His
smile becoming even wider as Fenodree lands on his shoulder.
"Edgar", he tries to scold the raven, though his heart is clearly not
in it. "This is a Fey, a Faerie! Blessed are we to have
her."
"And pretty Fey, I would ask your name so I can introduce to you Edgar,
more of a marvel than even you, if I may be so bold! A bird of
considerable intellect; one with more than I, I would wager."
Eager to ask more of Fenodree, Yuri forces himself to bite his tongue so she
can speak. ===========================================================
From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 13
Portrait : ffd101.jpg
Date : 12:20, Thu 10 July
Subject : Re: Fairy Nuff
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Clearly bristling with indignation at being taken for a moth Fenodree is not to
be calmed, only halting her rant to listen to Yuri's words before continuing
the onslaught.
"Ha! Intellec'? If you be clever..
Edgar, you'd know that I.." she says, standing tall and
proud. "..am a faerie. Not a
morsel for your derty beak! Hmpff!"
Her tiny lungs exhausted at last, she plumps down on Yuri's shoulder, releasing
his ear. Inaudible muttering passes her lips, though she proceeds to calm
down, swallowing deep gasps of air and before long is freshly composed.
After a warning glare to Edgar, she floats around to face her adopted
protector.
"My name is Fenodree." she says
with a bow. "What is yours?"
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From : Meeleek El'Wakhad
Access : player
Posts : 50
Bio1 : Midani mage
Bio2 : of wind and sand
Portrait : mfr006.jpg
Date : 15:02, Thu 10 July
Subject : Re: Fairy Nuff
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Hearing of a faerie, Meeleek looks, intrigued, over his shoulder. However, he
does not break his stride and continues to follow the runecaster towards the
slaves' voices. ===========================================================
From : Yuri
Access : player
Posts : 25
Bio1 : Human Male
Bio2 : Gypsy
Date : 18:02, Yesterday
Subject : Re: Fairy Nuff
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Yuri continues to grin as Fenodree berates Edgar, gently shrug at the bird as
she concludes.
"My friends call me 'Yuri', I would be honoured if you'd call me the
same."
"Tell me, why are you in this dreadful place?", he asks after a brief
pause. ===========================================================
From : Peter Gasgano
Access : player
Posts : 39
Portrait : mfr022.jpg
Date : 18:09, Yesterday
Subject : Nuff Fairy
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Peter stands quietly, smiling as he looks across at Madelyn, but recognising
that Rolf and Elsbeth have more reason to 'catch up' with their
friend than he does.
He starts to Follow Ravn and Meeleek across to the area behind the
building where he heard the shouting, but stops as he sees the
fairie suddedenly zoom from Elsbath's shoulder and start to
tease but Yuri and Edgar.
His smile remain as he watches the small creature, and
waits for her response to Yuri's question about why she is in
this unusual place. ===========================================================
From : Fenodree
Access : player
Posts : 14
Portrait : ffd101.jpg
Date : 20:00, Yesterday
Subject : Never eNuff Fairy
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"Yuri, yep." agrees Fenodree with
a curt nod. Still not trusting Edgar, she constantly turns to affirm his
position, a little frown on her face as she does so.
"This is my home." begins Fenodree
turning back to Yuri. It was a beautiful
place until the dog'eads come. The fowest and the meadow was such a happy
place." A tiny tear runs down her cheek as she talks, her big
black eyes becoming opaque pools of sadness.
Her gaze strays across the field, the scene of violence and destruction a
million miles from her thoughts. "Faerie-folk
from all around used to gather 'ere." Her mouth twitches at a
smile as she speaks, her small voice practically inaudible now. "The happy moonlight shinin' down on us as we'd sing
and dance."
With a shake of her head, her gaze is brought back to Yuri. Her tiny
hands rushing to wipe away the stream of silent tears.
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From : Rolf Liefson
Access : player
Posts : 92
Portrait : mfr004.jpg
Date : 01:28, Today
Subject : Re: Never eNuff Fairy
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When Elsbeth arrives, Rolf gives her a kind smile. "I'm glad to see you well, Elsbeth. And having
brought friends." He watches the antics of the fearie and
chuckles aloud. He seems far more relaxed than he had been for quite some
time. ===========================================================