Order of the Dark Flame (Story, No Spam)
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Continuing to keep a watchful eye on Loner 
, Dragon Wench tried to smile reassuringly at Kramor.
"......Yes, that's why I was so confused to see you wearing the armour. I don't think it will hurt you to keep it on, at least for a little while......it will just grant you immense power in battle.....perhaps it will be what we need to rescue Jennabard from the Shadow Master's grip, at least partly.... I think I have a remove curse spell memorized, I can try to remove it for you later."
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, Dragon Wench tried to smile reassuringly at Kramor. "......Yes, that's why I was so confused to see you wearing the armour. I don't think it will hurt you to keep it on, at least for a little while......it will just grant you immense power in battle.....perhaps it will be what we need to rescue Jennabard from the Shadow Master's grip, at least partly.... I think I have a remove curse spell memorized, I can try to remove it for you later."
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"Remove curse spell. If she does that, the way things are going, I would be the one to disappear." Kramor mumbled to himself. As they rode along, Kramor let his horse slow down enough to ride along side Loner.
"How are your eyes, are they healing?"
Loner self consciencely, touched the cloth around her eyes. "They are getting better."
"Good, now don't try to take off. I don't want you hitting your head on a low branch."
"Hey DW, why did Ria'ya give me the armour in the first place? You should of seen the room I found. There was paintings or family portraits, the funny thing was....All the women looked just like Jenna, even Ria'ya."
"How are your eyes, are they healing?"
Loner self consciencely, touched the cloth around her eyes. "They are getting better."
"Good, now don't try to take off. I don't want you hitting your head on a low branch."
"Hey DW, why did Ria'ya give me the armour in the first place? You should of seen the room I found. There was paintings or family portraits, the funny thing was....All the women looked just like Jenna, even Ria'ya."
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"I'm not sure Kramor," Dragon Wench replied slowly.
"You say that those portraits looked like Jenna.....I get the sense that there are strong connections between all of us and the Keep. That reminds me, I was meaning to ask you. Gwalchmai said that a real estate agent practically paid you to take the Keep of his hands, you don't remember anything about him do you? It's just I'm getting the strong sense that us being there is not accidental, I think that somebody...or something... wants us there."
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"You say that those portraits looked like Jenna.....I get the sense that there are strong connections between all of us and the Keep. That reminds me, I was meaning to ask you. Gwalchmai said that a real estate agent practically paid you to take the Keep of his hands, you don't remember anything about him do you? It's just I'm getting the strong sense that us being there is not accidental, I think that somebody...or something... wants us there."
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"Well, there was never a real estate agent. When I went back to see Sir Ryan, he gave me a packet, with maps. The Keep is mine, along with the property, which contains the ruins. There was a letter from my father, stating if I proved myself worthy. The Keep was mine and I was to protect the lands, west of the keep. I never knew my parents, they were killed when I was three. I....I was raised at the Radient Heart, by Keldorn."
Kramor stopped his horse, he stared at the trees.
"Dw, what else did you read, in those diaries?"
Kramor stopped his horse, he stared at the trees.
"Dw, what else did you read, in those diaries?"
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Dragon Wench felt shock at Kramor's revelation and relief.....at least they would not have to deal with a malevolent real estate agent on top of everything else.
"We haven't looked at all the diaries yet, there wasn't time.....But before we left, I scanned a page and I saw the name Moander at least a couple of times."
"We haven't looked at all the diaries yet, there wasn't time.....But before we left, I scanned a page and I saw the name Moander at least a couple of times."
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Gwalchmai’s horse veered toward Loner and Kramor, who were struggling to avoid talking to each other. Gwalchmai’s horse moved toward the pair of its own accord, because Gwalchmai had little control over the animal, and he strongly suspected that his mare had a crush of sorts on Kramor’s stallion. Kramor was sporting new armor, emblazoned with a yellow sun design. “Nice threads.” Gwalchmai said.
Kramor looked worried, “They’ll be nice enough if they let me live.” When Kramor saw Gwalchmai’s quizzical expression, he explained, “Dragon Wench said that the only other set of armor of this kind was destroyed by its own power.”
“No,“ Dragon Wench interjected, “I said that the armor was destroyed because of its power. I suspect this set once belonged to Sir Rex, which is curious, since it would have been tuned specifically to his body. I find it odd that Kramor is allowed to wear it at all.”
“It may very well have belonged to Sir Rex,” Thantor said, “that sun emblem represents devotion to Amaunator. Perhaps the Good Kramor is a descendent of the Good Sir Rex?”
“Not likely,” Gwalchmai said, “The Judicial Knights were a celibate order.”
“So this armor would be the Most Holy +3 Platemail of Erectile Dysfunction?” Darkpoet smirked, while listening in on the conversation. Kramor’s eyes widened.
“Vows of celibacy were usually voluntary among such orders,” Thantor said dryly.
“So, assuming Mr. Know-It-All here is right, are you descended from Sir Rex, the leader of the Judicial Knights of Tris and Paladin of Amaunator?” Gwalchmai asked Kramor.
“How would I know?” Kramor said despairingly, “I was orphaned and raised by the Paladins of the Radiant Heart.”
“Why would the Radiant Heart take such interest in an orphan? Surely you have some inkling, a clue about your patronage?”
“The only thing I remember was once, when I was twelve years old. I had been hanging out with some buddies with the Shadow Thieves, and some of us got caught by the Amnish Guard while on a job. I had taken too long disarming a trap, and my buddies blamed me. So I told the Guard that I was the only one responsible for trying to break into that nobleman’s house. The Guard arrested me, and summoned Ryan and Keldorn. Ryan chewed me out, up one side and down the other, but Keldorn was just quiet. I practically begged him to yell at me, or hit me, or anything. Finally, all he said was ‘I know you’ve done your lineage proud, today.’ I’d never heard him say anything sarcastic before, and I had never seen him so angry. The very next day, I quit the Shadow Thieves, they didn’t really want me back anyway, and I began my studies as a Paladin. Keldorn has never said anything further.”
[OOC: Kramor, I hope you don’t mind my little addition to your history. I was just trying to explain how you can disarm traps and be a paladin at the same time. I’ll be happy to change it if you want.]
Kramor looked worried, “They’ll be nice enough if they let me live.” When Kramor saw Gwalchmai’s quizzical expression, he explained, “Dragon Wench said that the only other set of armor of this kind was destroyed by its own power.”
“No,“ Dragon Wench interjected, “I said that the armor was destroyed because of its power. I suspect this set once belonged to Sir Rex, which is curious, since it would have been tuned specifically to his body. I find it odd that Kramor is allowed to wear it at all.”
“It may very well have belonged to Sir Rex,” Thantor said, “that sun emblem represents devotion to Amaunator. Perhaps the Good Kramor is a descendent of the Good Sir Rex?”
“Not likely,” Gwalchmai said, “The Judicial Knights were a celibate order.”
“So this armor would be the Most Holy +3 Platemail of Erectile Dysfunction?” Darkpoet smirked, while listening in on the conversation. Kramor’s eyes widened.
“Vows of celibacy were usually voluntary among such orders,” Thantor said dryly.
“So, assuming Mr. Know-It-All here is right, are you descended from Sir Rex, the leader of the Judicial Knights of Tris and Paladin of Amaunator?” Gwalchmai asked Kramor.
“How would I know?” Kramor said despairingly, “I was orphaned and raised by the Paladins of the Radiant Heart.”
“Why would the Radiant Heart take such interest in an orphan? Surely you have some inkling, a clue about your patronage?”
“The only thing I remember was once, when I was twelve years old. I had been hanging out with some buddies with the Shadow Thieves, and some of us got caught by the Amnish Guard while on a job. I had taken too long disarming a trap, and my buddies blamed me. So I told the Guard that I was the only one responsible for trying to break into that nobleman’s house. The Guard arrested me, and summoned Ryan and Keldorn. Ryan chewed me out, up one side and down the other, but Keldorn was just quiet. I practically begged him to yell at me, or hit me, or anything. Finally, all he said was ‘I know you’ve done your lineage proud, today.’ I’d never heard him say anything sarcastic before, and I had never seen him so angry. The very next day, I quit the Shadow Thieves, they didn’t really want me back anyway, and I began my studies as a Paladin. Keldorn has never said anything further.”
[OOC: Kramor, I hope you don’t mind my little addition to your history. I was just trying to explain how you can disarm traps and be a paladin at the same time. I’ll be happy to change it if you want.]
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Vivien admired Kramor's armor while relaxing in her own new leg coverings, courtesy of Dragonwench.
She listened quietly as they spoke, and a thousand possibilities ran through her mind. She tried to think them through, as it all seemed to point Kramor's lineage in a certain direction, but...things were not always as they seemed. She went back to plaiting her horses mane, the purpose being that then she'd have a nice big handle when the silly thing decided to jump again.
She listened quietly as they spoke, and a thousand possibilities ran through her mind. She tried to think them through, as it all seemed to point Kramor's lineage in a certain direction, but...things were not always as they seemed. She went back to plaiting her horses mane, the purpose being that then she'd have a nice big handle when the silly thing decided to jump again.
Thantor listened with interest to the conversations taking place around him. The unfolding connections to those long dead reminded him of the Web of Wyrd, a metaphysical construct of the S'vlekn sect of the elven people. It was thought that each person's field of energy connected with others in an everwidening web, first with family, then friends, and eventually to the whole of the cosmos. The Web of Wyrd was depicted as a net, with jewels at each of the intersecting points, representing the consciousness of each person. When bathed in light, each "awakened" jewel reflected the light of every other jewel. Since consciousness was held to be indestructible, even in death, the intergenerational legacies that were being unearthed made sense to him, but also saddened him. Forces such as these often took a terrible toll on those required to balance them and put them to rest.
He brought his horse up close to Loner's and rode next to her without speaking for a time. She sensed his presence and felt comforted to have him there.
"Are you here to chide me about my inattention to my studies, Thantor?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Of course. What other reason could I have to engage you, my errant student," he said, as much a question as an answer.
"I haven't meant to avoid you. I've been ... preoccupied..." not really wanting to talk about it.
"Oh?" replied Thantor, a slight mocking tone to his voice. Loner reach out and hit him on the arm, smiling. "Actually, I would like to talk to you about your experiences during the ritual, when you are ready. Clarifying this may be of some use to you in the coming days. As to your personal affairs, I leave them to you as I'm afraid I would be poor counsel in such matters." He slowed his horse, fading back to the rear of the group.
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He brought his horse up close to Loner's and rode next to her without speaking for a time. She sensed his presence and felt comforted to have him there.
"Are you here to chide me about my inattention to my studies, Thantor?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Of course. What other reason could I have to engage you, my errant student," he said, as much a question as an answer.
"I haven't meant to avoid you. I've been ... preoccupied..." not really wanting to talk about it.
"Oh?" replied Thantor, a slight mocking tone to his voice. Loner reach out and hit him on the arm, smiling. "Actually, I would like to talk to you about your experiences during the ritual, when you are ready. Clarifying this may be of some use to you in the coming days. As to your personal affairs, I leave them to you as I'm afraid I would be poor counsel in such matters." He slowed his horse, fading back to the rear of the group.
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Twilight played over the temple ruins at Ogre Falls. Shadows lengthened, and the nightly chorus of sounds began. Crickets chirped, Night Hawks looped and swooped over the water, catching the insects that gathered there. The quiet majesty of the river flowed past the walls of the once-grand temple, the distant sound of the water fall itself the only echo of the destruction that had once occurred in the deserted town.
Inside the temple, humanoid corpses had but a short time ago been sustenance to blowflies and maggots, now lay desiccated, a tribute to rot and decay. Twelve skeletons lay in a circle, black armor decorated with false Black Rose insignias hastily stitched. Members of the former Harem had handily defeated these false knights, interrupting a binding ritual that would have sealed Anomen’s fate forever. A nearby shadow bulged out from a wall, detaching itself with effort. “Such a waste of time,” The Shadow Master thought, “Anomen is whole once more, but has left the Dark Flames of his own accord. He was only a catalyst to gather the Flames, not an integral part of the prophecy as I once thought.”
He bent down, and reached a gray, wrinkled hand to touch an amulet that lay on the chest of one of the bodies. He chuckled as his dry fingers lifted the amulet, which contained the image of a phoenix, trapped inside the amber. Another component of the binding ritual was never meant to be completed; he could still feel the power focused in this room. A safeguard, a back-up plan that he might now have to use.
He raised his hollow, withered face to regard the temple that was once dedicated to a local, minor, demi-goddess. “I don’t even remember her name!” he chuckled out loud. It had been so easy to corrupt half of her followers to the way of Moander. The resulting battle destroyed the town, and nearly everyone within. Even this goddess, who had tried to intervene, was destroyed. The rot and decay of a diety’s body was enough to prompt a visit by Moander himself, walking into the trap lain by the old Shadow Master. Moander never knew that a part of his own power was being siphoned, even as the god praised his old cleric, granting him youth and a cloak that would allow him to pass between shadows. The stolen power also gave the Shadow Master immortality and autonomy from the gods. Without that, the cleric would have lost all his abilities once Moander himself had been killed. The Shadow Master felt no remorse knowing that the power he stole may have played a part in that god’s demise.
The Shadow Master’s eyes fell on the doorway that led to the cavern behind the falls. Try as he might, he could not enter the cavern. He was prevented by the golden pool in the last room, a final act of defiance of the dying water goddess. Even his minion, trapped in the room for centuries, could not unlock the secrets of the pool. But it was of no consequence.
He turned, composing his features into the handsome face that had once, literally, charmed the pants off of young, confused Jennabard. He must make preparations. The Dark Flames were coming to rescue Jenna, and in their zeal, they would ride into a trap. He must be certain to prepare for Nippy, especially. The young brother of Jerran was beginning to tap into the ancient powers of shadow-destroying light; powers that pre-dated even Amaunator him/herself. The sun, in all its primeval glory can be quite bothersome to one who prefers the shadows. That feckless Waverly was to have kept the boy entrapped in his shadow-realm, but the fool couldn’t even succeed in that. But the boy’s inexperience and youth would be his downfall.
Perhaps a small contingent of strengthened Carrion Crawlers would be an appropriate force to place in front of the Flames? Yes, that would delay them, while other preparations could be made.
[OOC: Is that evil enough for you, Jenna? ]
Inside the temple, humanoid corpses had but a short time ago been sustenance to blowflies and maggots, now lay desiccated, a tribute to rot and decay. Twelve skeletons lay in a circle, black armor decorated with false Black Rose insignias hastily stitched. Members of the former Harem had handily defeated these false knights, interrupting a binding ritual that would have sealed Anomen’s fate forever. A nearby shadow bulged out from a wall, detaching itself with effort. “Such a waste of time,” The Shadow Master thought, “Anomen is whole once more, but has left the Dark Flames of his own accord. He was only a catalyst to gather the Flames, not an integral part of the prophecy as I once thought.”
He bent down, and reached a gray, wrinkled hand to touch an amulet that lay on the chest of one of the bodies. He chuckled as his dry fingers lifted the amulet, which contained the image of a phoenix, trapped inside the amber. Another component of the binding ritual was never meant to be completed; he could still feel the power focused in this room. A safeguard, a back-up plan that he might now have to use.
He raised his hollow, withered face to regard the temple that was once dedicated to a local, minor, demi-goddess. “I don’t even remember her name!” he chuckled out loud. It had been so easy to corrupt half of her followers to the way of Moander. The resulting battle destroyed the town, and nearly everyone within. Even this goddess, who had tried to intervene, was destroyed. The rot and decay of a diety’s body was enough to prompt a visit by Moander himself, walking into the trap lain by the old Shadow Master. Moander never knew that a part of his own power was being siphoned, even as the god praised his old cleric, granting him youth and a cloak that would allow him to pass between shadows. The stolen power also gave the Shadow Master immortality and autonomy from the gods. Without that, the cleric would have lost all his abilities once Moander himself had been killed. The Shadow Master felt no remorse knowing that the power he stole may have played a part in that god’s demise.
The Shadow Master’s eyes fell on the doorway that led to the cavern behind the falls. Try as he might, he could not enter the cavern. He was prevented by the golden pool in the last room, a final act of defiance of the dying water goddess. Even his minion, trapped in the room for centuries, could not unlock the secrets of the pool. But it was of no consequence.
He turned, composing his features into the handsome face that had once, literally, charmed the pants off of young, confused Jennabard. He must make preparations. The Dark Flames were coming to rescue Jenna, and in their zeal, they would ride into a trap. He must be certain to prepare for Nippy, especially. The young brother of Jerran was beginning to tap into the ancient powers of shadow-destroying light; powers that pre-dated even Amaunator him/herself. The sun, in all its primeval glory can be quite bothersome to one who prefers the shadows. That feckless Waverly was to have kept the boy entrapped in his shadow-realm, but the fool couldn’t even succeed in that. But the boy’s inexperience and youth would be his downfall.
Perhaps a small contingent of strengthened Carrion Crawlers would be an appropriate force to place in front of the Flames? Yes, that would delay them, while other preparations could be made.
[OOC: Is that evil enough for you, Jenna?
]That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Gwalchmai suddenly thought of something, and tried to encourage his horse to move closer to Dragon Wench. After considerable begging and cajoling, he moved within ear shot of DW. "Hey," he asked, "How do you know about a second set of Judicial Knight armor? How was it destroyed? Who once owned it?”
[OOC: I’m a little slow on the uptake today!
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[OOC: I’m a little slow on the uptake today!
]That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Dragon Wench eyed the antics of Gwalchmai's horse with amusement, and did what she could to suppress the comment forming on the back of her tongue.
"I was wondering if anyone would ask me that," she replied to Gwalchmai.
"During my training as a mage I had access to normally restricted archives. I found that I enjoyed poking around dusty old tomes and scrolls. At one point I came across a manuscript that described various ancient armours and I read about two very powerful sets associated with Amaunator. The enchantments within them were such that they enabled the wearer to smite down enemies simply by thinking about it. They also made the wearer immune to all forms of shadow magic..... From what I understand one set was stolen by some young priest and he caused much trouble before he was finally apprehended. The set he'd stolen was destroyed, while the other set was re-enchanted so that only it's owner would be permitted to wear it. At the time I didn't make a note of the original owner but the crest stuck in my mind."
Then, struck by sudden curiosity at the striking figure riding beside her , she asked,"I don't think you've ever mentioned how you came to be a druid."
"I was wondering if anyone would ask me that," she replied to Gwalchmai.
"During my training as a mage I had access to normally restricted archives. I found that I enjoyed poking around dusty old tomes and scrolls. At one point I came across a manuscript that described various ancient armours and I read about two very powerful sets associated with Amaunator. The enchantments within them were such that they enabled the wearer to smite down enemies simply by thinking about it. They also made the wearer immune to all forms of shadow magic..... From what I understand one set was stolen by some young priest and he caused much trouble before he was finally apprehended. The set he'd stolen was destroyed, while the other set was re-enchanted so that only it's owner would be permitted to wear it. At the time I didn't make a note of the original owner but the crest stuck in my mind."
Then, struck by sudden curiosity at the striking figure riding beside her
, she asked,"I don't think you've ever mentioned how you came to be a druid."Spoiler
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Nippy rode up to Thantor. He had to ask him a serious question.
"When we eventually confront the shadow master what is it exactly you want me to do? I can try to use the ancient power to shed light into the area which will show him up and allow people to attack him or I can take an active role in the fighting."
"Leave me to think a while. I will have to think about that."
Nippy nodded and dropped back to Dragon Wench.
"When we have defeated the shadow master I would be honoured to help you contact Jerren. I am sure that you both want to speak to each other."
Dragon Wench stayed silent.
"I am sorry that I have spoken to you about this, it was completely insensitive, forgive me. I will leave you to think."
Nippy dropped back and began to study the scenery he saw the sun in the distance streaking.
In his mind he was instantly transported to Jerren again.
"At last we can finally speak again. I have one last thing to tell you. There are five types of ancient power, Ice, Fire, Earth, Acid and the branch you sub-conciously chose Sun. You have already shown great power using Sun. You have created Sunfire, a most potent weapon against dark foes. When you use it it drains you. Sunfire comes from two places, your soul and a draw on the area around. The trees, earth, animals anything absorbs sunlight and when you use sunfire it drains the light in your soul and the area around you. I give you a gift, when you wear this amulet it gives you a direct access to the suns core. This gives you incredible power for a short time. A warning however, if anyone is outside of a circle of 5 feet they will be destroyed by the intense power, that includes your friends. You can use this to help defeat the shadow master. He will not be destroyed by it but it may weaken him."
Jerren hung the amulet over Nippy's neck, Nippy felt the ancient power flow through him again. This truly was a powerful item.
"Go, go and good luck. Destroy the shadow master!"
"Jerren... Jerren, I shall bring Dragon Wench to see you soon. Hold on! She shall see you soon!"
Nippy left his dreams again, he now knew his purpose in the battle to come...
"When we eventually confront the shadow master what is it exactly you want me to do? I can try to use the ancient power to shed light into the area which will show him up and allow people to attack him or I can take an active role in the fighting."
"Leave me to think a while. I will have to think about that."
Nippy nodded and dropped back to Dragon Wench.
"When we have defeated the shadow master I would be honoured to help you contact Jerren. I am sure that you both want to speak to each other."
Dragon Wench stayed silent.
"I am sorry that I have spoken to you about this, it was completely insensitive, forgive me. I will leave you to think."
Nippy dropped back and began to study the scenery he saw the sun in the distance streaking.
In his mind he was instantly transported to Jerren again.
"At last we can finally speak again. I have one last thing to tell you. There are five types of ancient power, Ice, Fire, Earth, Acid and the branch you sub-conciously chose Sun. You have already shown great power using Sun. You have created Sunfire, a most potent weapon against dark foes. When you use it it drains you. Sunfire comes from two places, your soul and a draw on the area around. The trees, earth, animals anything absorbs sunlight and when you use sunfire it drains the light in your soul and the area around you. I give you a gift, when you wear this amulet it gives you a direct access to the suns core. This gives you incredible power for a short time. A warning however, if anyone is outside of a circle of 5 feet they will be destroyed by the intense power, that includes your friends. You can use this to help defeat the shadow master. He will not be destroyed by it but it may weaken him."
Jerren hung the amulet over Nippy's neck, Nippy felt the ancient power flow through him again. This truly was a powerful item.
"Go, go and good luck. Destroy the shadow master!"
"Jerren... Jerren, I shall bring Dragon Wench to see you soon. Hold on! She shall see you soon!"
Nippy left his dreams again, he now knew his purpose in the battle to come...
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jennabard stood alone in the center of the golden pool. it was the only pure place left in the old temple. and here in the dying flames of her soul, she began to pray. she hasn't prayed in a long time, not since she was a child. she could sense the shadow master's presense, but she ignored it for now. there is nothing she could do at the moment and she will need her strength.
all she could do is stay in the center of the golden pool and pray to the old goddess for strength.
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jennabard stood alone in the center of the golden pool. it was the only pure place left in the old temple. and here in the dying flames of her soul, she began to pray. she hasn't prayed in a long time, not since she was a child. she could sense the shadow master's presense, but she ignored it for now. there is nothing she could do at the moment and she will need her strength.
all she could do is stay in the center of the golden pool and pray to the old goddess for strength.
sleep takes a vacation when baby is in the house.
Thantor pulled his horse up to Nippy. "I pondered your question, and here are my thoughts on it." Thantor notice Gwalchmai pulling away, no doubt fearful of learning something. ( ) "In my instruction of other warriors, an important component of their training is teaching them to step out of their intellectual arena and into their instincts. My concern for you is that your skills with the ancient power are still developing and therefore could be used against you. But I would never deign to tell you beforehand, Nippy, how to approach battle. I have seen you in combat and know that you are a skilled warrior. Perhaps, if time permits, sparing with me and the others will help you to better understand in which situations you can use which skills."
"Thank you, Thantor", Nippy said.
"Don't mention it," replied Thantor. He rode off after Gwalchmai, think of pontifications to torture him with.
) "In my instruction of other warriors, an important component of their training is teaching them to step out of their intellectual arena and into their instincts. My concern for you is that your skills with the ancient power are still developing and therefore could be used against you. But I would never deign to tell you beforehand, Nippy, how to approach battle. I have seen you in combat and know that you are a skilled warrior. Perhaps, if time permits, sparing with me and the others will help you to better understand in which situations you can use which skills." "Thank you, Thantor", Nippy said.
"Don't mention it," replied Thantor. He rode off after Gwalchmai, think of pontifications to torture him with.
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Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
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Clenching her teeth, Dragon Wench glowered after Nippy's retreating figure. She knew it was not his fault that he so ressembled his brother, but this coupled with his offer to act as a spiritual medium between her and Jerren was nearly more than she could bear. True, he had apologised for even raising the subject, but he was a constant reminder of the pain that she had yet to fully resolve and confront. Although she knew that Nippy meant well, she was not even certain that she wanted to speak to Jerren in some sort of spirit form. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes, longing for the flesh and blood lover who lingered in her dreams, in her every waking moment.
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As they rode closer to the temple, Kramor felt his armour cool. "That's strange."He thought to himself. Looking around, everyone was in idle conversation or with their own thoughts. Kramor thought he sensed someone, but wasn't sure. As Kramor went to ask Thantor something, Gwalchmai's horse nipped Kramor's. The horse took off like bullet, racing through the temple ruins.
"So much for the surprise, I'm going to kill Gwally's horse, when I see it."Kramor said to himself, trying to stop it. The horse skidded to a stop at a fountian, throwing Kramor, into it.
As Kramor came out of the water, grabbing the horse by it's bit.
"WHAT THE HELLS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID....... Jenna?? where are you?"
"So much for the surprise, I'm going to kill Gwally's horse, when I see it."Kramor said to himself, trying to stop it. The horse skidded to a stop at a fountian, throwing Kramor, into it.
As Kramor came out of the water, grabbing the horse by it's bit.
"WHAT THE HELLS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID....... Jenna?? where are you?"
jennabard heard a voice outside of the caverns and so had the shadow master.
he smiled and moved in the shadows, calling all his minions to fight the flames. they must not reach jenna.
the shadows move and turned to killers and began to creep toward the party.
he smiled and moved in the shadows, calling all his minions to fight the flames. they must not reach jenna.
the shadows move and turned to killers and began to creep toward the party.
sleep takes a vacation when baby is in the house.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kramor saw things moving in the shadows. Grabbing his helm, from the back of the horse. Pulling out his sword, he slapped the horse. The horse ran back where it had come from, running past the group.
Kramor watched the Carrion Crawlers, as they came out from every crevis and hole. Putting the helm, on his head, he waited. "Okay people, anytime now. It would be really nice to see you."Kramor thought, as he slashed a crawler in half.
Kramor watched the Carrion Crawlers, as they came out from every crevis and hole. Putting the helm, on his head, he waited. "Okay people, anytime now. It would be really nice to see you."Kramor thought, as he slashed a crawler in half.
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Hearing Kramor's shout pulled Georgi suddenly back to reality. She realised they were walking into a trap, and galloped even faster up to the ruins, overtaking the rest of the group, to find Kramor surrounded by carrion crawlers. She jumped from her horse, unsheathing her sword in the same fliud movement, and began to hack her way towards him, yelling to the others to hurry.
Who, me?!?