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Postby Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Thu Jul 22, 2004 4:02 am

Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:"Bjarn, it is time to return to the mainland, Delvarden Gard is waiting..."
Bjarn nodded. Delvarden Gard was the capital city of the Forestmen, and where his future home was.
"When do we leave?" he asked.
"Tomorrow." replied the elf.


Grid: M-8
Location: Delvarden Gard

Delvarden Gard, the capital port city of the Forestmen and location of the League of Forestmen headquarters was situated in the Varden Swampland that eventually connected to the Fell Sea. Narrow, flatbottem boats could traverse the swamps far inland and also across the normally calm Fell Sea, giving the Forestmen a contant link between the mainland and Forestdweller isle. Delvarden Gard was built mostly in the tops of tje gigantic trees that florished in the swamp, but the main fortress was built upon a large outcropping of rock.
As Bjarn's flatboat pulled up to the mighty fortress, he could not help but be impressed. Drullen Bell Keep was massive gave Bjarn the fleeting impression that the Shadow had been turned on it's end and turned into stone, for the curving walls looked very much like the smooth lines of a ship. Creeping vines climbed it's walls there were torches in every window and arrowslits.

Many Forestmen and women lined the dock, and as Bjarn clambered out of the rocking boat a cheer errupted from the crowd. Bjarn flushed and turned to help Shainya and Rosa out. He was not used to all this attention and he felt uncomfortable.

After taking a deep breath, he turned back to the crowd and held both his clinched fists to his forehead, giving them the Sign of the Elk.

The crowd cheered again and returned the sign. Bjarn grinned and he, Shainya, Rosa, and Gonderin proceeded forward into the keep. Once they were inside, Gonderin turned to Bjarn and said "There will be a grand feast for you this evening. You and you freinds are welcome the bathe and rest until then. I'll show you to your rooms."

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Grid: K-7
Location: Forestmen woods, near creek

Harquin and Defyll were on patrol when they smelt smoke on the breeze.

"That's not a Forestmen fire, no good forestdweller would burn wood that smoked and smelled the most and heated little." stated Harquin

"You've got that right, Harq," agreed Defyll, nocking an arrow on his bow, "Who do you reckon? Falcons?"

"Falcons are smarter than that. I'd say they were Crusaders, but they are awfully far north..." mused Harquin

"Either way, we'll know soon enough..." grinned Defyll

They crept forward though the brush until they came upon the Grurrulugurul creak

"Holy megabloks..." gaped Defyll

"That..." said Harquin slowing, "Is one ugly guy..."

"Who is he?" asked Defyll

"I don't know and I don't care. He looks like he could throttle us with one hand. We will need the rest of the troop to get this guy."

Defyll's brother, Dafell, joined them and whispered "That fellow is not alone, there are about two dozen other people in that clearing just yonder, both Falcons and Bulls."

"Bulls?" asked Harquin, "I thought they died out years ago.."

"Looks like a few are still left." muttered Defyll, "Anyway, I'll go back and get Thrallen and the rest, Gonderin's ordered we are to take any trespassers to the capital, and it looks like these fellow will put up a fight."

"There is not need for a fight, Forestman. I only wish to seek council with a Forestman by the name of Bjarn."

Lord Barbod was standing on the other side of the creek, fully dressed and unarmed. He spread his arms wide as if to reaffirm his lack of weapons.

"I do not wish to fight." he repeated.
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Postby Loneranger » Thu Jul 22, 2004 4:27 am

Grid L-8

You could hear the noise of the wind hitting trees, Deer jumping over dead fags, The leaves flying around. But most of all, you could hear the noise of foot steps, foot steps of a traveler moving from one area to another... the foot steps were not loud or small, but deer looked when he past, they didn't run, they just starred at him till he pasted, looking at every move he made, with a glare in his eyes. He looked at the tree's, as if they where talking to each other, birds stopped singing, and waited for him to pass. Like a simple traveler, but this was no simple traveler that was carrying a samurai sword for defense. This was a Lone ranger...

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Postby Barbapple » Thu Jul 22, 2004 7:48 pm

Lord Barbod was standing on the other side of the creek, fully dressed and unarmed. He spread his arms wide as if to reaffirm his lack of weapons.

"I do not wish to fight." he repeated.


It was a short time before Barbod was joined by the Lone Falcon, and their men.
"Who are they, Barbod?" The Lone Falcon asked
"They," Barbod said, "Are what we've been looking for."
"Foresters?" Asked a Falcon
"Yes." Said Barbod.
Moments passed, with little speetch, before they were joined by a troop of forestmen.
"We will asscort you to the Varden Swampland, where our capital lies." One of the forester's said, "But we must blindfold you, for the safty of our fellow forestmen.
They preseeded to tie blindfolds around each Bull and Falcon. The forestmen then surrounded Barbod's troops for the march, to be safe if Barbod was to attack.
It was a long march, and it began to stink after a while.
This must be the swamp Thought Barbod, trying to block the smell from his mind.
But soon after the smell faded, and the ground stopped being squishy. It was hard. Wood.
Barbod's blindfold was removed, and the light hurt his eyes.
"We've sent for Bjarn." Said one of the forestmen, "Wait here."
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Postby Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Fri Jul 23, 2004 4:18 am

Barbapple wrote:Barbod's blindfold was removed, and the light hurt his eyes.
"We've sent for Bjarn." Said one of the forestmen, "Wait here."


Grid: M-8
Location: Drullen Bell Keep

Barbod stood about and stared at the keep, impressed. He had waited only for a few minutes then Bjarn, followed by Shainya and Rosa.

Bjarn did not say anything at first, a slow grin spreading across his craggy face. The he ran forward and grasped Barbod's hand tightly.

"By the brick, Barbod, I thought you were dead!"

Barbod grinned and slapped the old Forestman on the back. "I got quite close once or twice, but I am still hanging in there!"

He stepped back and looked at Bjarn admiringly. "Leader of the League of Forestmen, eh? You've certainly gone up the ladder of progress, my friend!"

Bjarn grinned and nodded at the Bulls and Falcons behind the Bull King.

"No longer the King of a nonexsistant empire, are you? You've finnaly gotten some followers!"

Barbod grinned back and pulled forward the Long Falcon, who was looking at Bjarn with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

"If it wasn't for the Lone Falcon here, I would be spitted on Faolan's megabloks saber!"

Bjarn looked worried for a second, but then smiled. "I'm sure we'll be able to catch up on our adventures over dinner. Come! My celebration feast is about to begin!"
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Postby the_great_one » Fri Jul 23, 2004 10:54 am

Grid - N10
Location - Port Ardonogue - crusader port
~Alex, Aros, and Luxus~

Aros stood at the wooden port. The sun was sinking in the sky, and he wondered if Bjarn, the leader of the league of forestmen, could see the same sun set.
Alex walked forward, and looked around.
"Georn!" Alex shouted and he ran forward to his old soilder friend.
"Alex! Begone! you are a wanted man!" Georn shouted back as friendly advice.
"But this is my home town... I cannot be forced out!" Alex cried in disbelief.
"Then im sorry i have to do this Alex..." Georn reached up for the horn...

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Grid - N10
Location - Port Ardonogue - crusader port
~Reno~

Reno stumbled off the old ship. he was in a small dock, with wooden crates all around.
Reno heard a voice, and pulled out his sword. He stepped forward.
"Then im sorry i have to do this alex..." And a crusader soilder reached up for a horn.
Before he could reach it, Reno has his sword to the crusaders neck.
"You wont want to do that..." reno said sternly. he hit him with the hilt of his sword, and knocked him out cold, poicked him up, and stored him in a small crate.
"Reno... What happened between you and dale?" Aros asked.
"Nothing... where is dale?" Reno asked quizically.
"Reno... hes... dead...." Aros looked at the floor.
"What? Whers Bjarn, shainya, rosa, marcus!?" Reno screamed.
"They all think.. you killed dale..." Aros said, still looking at the floor.
"well..." reno let out a horrible scream.
"I didnt do it!"
"we know..." Luxus muttered
Reno jumped up to on a crate and looked forward into the town.
He gulped.
"megablocks."
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Postby the_great_one » Fri Jul 23, 2004 11:13 am

the_great_one wrote:Rarta and the big fella were out.


Grid - G9
Location - End of Dragon masters territory.

Rarta and the big fella, who has said his name was Bolk, had been travelling for days. Rarta carried his trusty sword he has stolen only 1 day ago, from a blacksmiths shop.
Rarta and Bolk stood at a very large gate that seperated the Royal knights from the dragon masters land.
"You there! Stop!" A dragon master sentry shouted from the gate.
He stepped forward.
"What is your buissness going out of this land?" The dragon master sentry asked. He noticed the small burn on Rartas arm. the burn of a slave.
"I am sorry. Slaves are not allowed out of these gates."
"Um... Yes we are!" Bolk shouted and he punched the sentry n knocked him out cold. The other sentry ran forward with his axe out. He swung at rarta, but he ducked, and stabbed the sentry through the leg, and kicked him in his ribs. Bolk and rarta ran to the gate, and opened the small service door.
They took there first steps into Royal Knights land.
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Postby Barbapple » Fri Jul 23, 2004 5:21 pm

Bjarn looked worried for a second, but then smiled. "I'm sure we'll be able to catch up on our adventures over dinner. Come! My celebration feast is about to begin!"


Grid:M8
Location: Dinning Hall

When the food arrived, Barbod and Bjarn were both already laughing from reflecting on memories.
"So, Bjarn," Barbod said, smiling, "Who are these two?" He motioned to the two woman sitting behind Bjarn.
"Shainya and Rosa," Bjarn said, "I forgot! Shainya and Rosa, I would like for you to meet Barbod, king of the bulls!"
Barbod took Shainya's offerd hand, and shook it tightly. Rosa simply looked at him, with very cold eyes.
"And what of our assassin freind?"Bjarn asked, smiling to Barbod.
"Oh we won't be seein' any more of him, old chum!" Barbod smiled, "He's residing at the burnin' gates now!"
"Good work, Barbod, ol' pal!" Bjarn said, patting him on the back.
"So," Barbod began with a smile, "Where's my ol' buddy, Reno?"
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Postby Formendacil » Fri Jul 23, 2004 5:59 pm

Grid: E-1
Location: Stormy Sea

Sir Dractor was no longer concerned about the Crusaders. They had long turned back in the storm, which continued to sweep him towards the east. He had not time to try and steer, just time to take down the sail before he started bailing the water the continued to sweep in in waves, and threaten to swamp the boat.

How long he bailed, and how long the rain poured he couldn't be sure, but when the sun finally broke through the clouds, and the seas began to calm, he was thoroughly exhausted. It felt, and it probably was, two days later.

Once he had bailed out enough water to make him feel secure, he collapsed on the deck, asleep, too tired to seek out a comfier bed.

The current continued to push him eastward.
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Postby Formendacil » Fri Jul 23, 2004 6:27 pm

Grid: D-3
Location: A ravine/valley in Royal Knight territory

Formendacil wrote:"It does go a ways in, now doesn't it," agreed the Old Man agreeably. Leading the way, he carefully led them on their way further down into the the ravine, farther west.


For three days, Elwen and the Old Man slowly made their way up the ravine. For three days, they found nothing.

On the fourth day, when they were perhaps a third of the way in from the west, Elwen found something.

Sticking out of the sandy valley floor was a fine, marble hand. It was life-size, obviously part of a once-fine statue.

"Is this it?" asked Elwen, almost afraid to hope.

"I think it might be," said the Old Man, placing his hand on the marble one, and closing his eyes. The ground shook a little, and the sorceror's eyes reopened.

"It certainly is," he said, a broad smile on his whiskery face.
Standing up, he thrust his staff into the earth. The earth began to thrust the hand upward, revealing a lifesize statue of a graceful, archaically-clad, woman. One her head was a crown of silver. Alone of the statue, it was not made of stone. Once it was fully visible, the shaking stopped, and the Old Man stepped back a bit.

"How do we..." Elwen started to ask, but stopped abruptly when the statue moved, and began to speak.

"Who comes to me, and what do you ask?" said the statue, which now seemed, except for its stone texture, to be alive.

"You know my name," replied the Old Man formally, "you know what I seek. Reveal your knowledge to me."

The statue replied, "the final resting place of what you seek I cannot reveal, but where it last lay is mine to tell."

"Then tell it, and fulfill your duty," said the Old Man.

"The last place where it did lay lies far to the south of here, past the sea and the great land, and past the sea again. Come to the land of the Bat-lords and you will find what you seek. This token I give you will reveal where, when you come to gates of their lord." The statue took off its crown, and handed it to the Old Man. Then she froze, and turned back to complete stone.

Elwen stared at the crown, and then at the now-still statue. The Old Man started walking.

"Let's go," he said. "The Sorceror-king may have already reached the Fright Knight lands, and Sir Dractor is probably waiting."

Shaking off her amazement, Elwen turned to follow.
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Postby Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Fri Jul 23, 2004 9:46 pm

Barbapple wrote:"So," Barbod began with a smile, "Where's my ol' buddy, Reno?"


Grid: M-8
Location: Dinning Hall of Drullen Bell Keep

It was if the temperature in the dinning hall had dropped ten degrees. Although the other Forestmen still chatted cheerfully, Bjarn, Shainya and Rosa were stone-faced.

The smiled slipped off Barbod's face and he asked "What? What has happened?"

Shainya's lip trembled. She shoved her chair back away from the oak table and left, to the astonished stares of the Bulls, Falcons and Forestmen who had been eavesdropping.

"But- what?" Barbod whirled about, confused and upset, "Sorry -what- why did - what did I say??" he finished helplessly.

Bjarn cleared his throat, gulped several times and murmured quietly "Reno...is..well...a...he..."

"This friend of yours killed Dale." stated Rosa, zero emotion in her voice.

Barbod was now utterly confused. "Dale? Who is this...Reno killed..?"

Quickly and quietly, Bjarn explained how he met Shainya and Dale in the village of Olgendale and how they had meet up with Willem, Graygon, Reno, Luxus, Rosa, Rodurik and Alex. He simplified the events until he came to Reno's battle with Dale. Emotion choked his voice has he recounted the gruesome events.

Barbod stared, horror in his eyes, until the end of Bjarn's tale. For a moment he said nothing, then, "I don't believe it...Reno couldn't have...not killed...not...him..."

Bjarn toyed with his fork. "I, too, can't see how Reno could have done such a thing...but the evidence is all against him...and why would he run off if he wasn't...well...guilty...?"

Barbod shook his head, his eye glistening. "I don't believe it..." he whispered.

Rosa stood up and sneered. "You men are all the same!" she spat, "Even when the facts stare you in the face, you still maintain that this son of a shifty brick in innocent!"

She left the table.

Barbod was understandably shaken and confused. "Why is she...like that...?" he questioned.

Bjarn had not the energy nor the time to explain Rosa's past, for Gonderin was beckoning. Bjarn murmured something noncommittal to Barbod and approached Gonderin.

"Is there anything amiss, Lord Bjarn?" asked the elf calmly.

"Yes..." admitted Bjarn truthfully, "But it is no concern of yours." he added somewhat coldly.

Gonderin nodded. "If you are ready, the ceremony is about to be held."

Bjarn rubbed his head as if to rid it of all the emotions flooding it right now and sighed "I am ready."

The ceremony was short, it was done within ten minutes. Gonderin recited a short passage out of the Book of the Elk and then placed the crown of antler's on Bjarn's head silently. For a few moments Bjarn said nothing, staring at the crowd before him. Hundreds of faces stared back at him, but only one he knew. Barbod grinned and winked, and Bjarn smiled back. How he wished that all his friends could be here to witness this moment; cunning Willem Blackcloak, brave Graygon, wise Drakko...and...and...Reno. Alas, it was only Barbod, King of the Bull Knights who stared back at him, for both Shainya and Rosa had not attended.

For a split second, events flashed before his eyes and emotions flooded his senses; fighting pirates on the Falcon plains, watching Drakko's horse Shadow sink beneath the waves, battling Smyth on the deck of the Hornet, getting his ear cut off in the courtyard of the Rainbow castle, flying in a windship over Fright Knight lands with Aros, separating with Willem and Graygon and meeting Shainya and Dale, fighting off Crusaders in the Broken Mast Inn...seeing Dale's dead body impaled by Reno's sword...

Bjarn gave no fancy speech, him simply thrust his fists to his forehead in the Sign of the Elk and left the raised platform to hoots, roars and cheers, tears swimming in his eyes.
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Postby Barbapple » Fri Jul 23, 2004 10:54 pm

Bjarn gave no fancy speech, him simply thrust his fists to his forehead in the Sign of the Elk and left the raised platform to hoots, roars and cheers, tears swimming in his eyes.


Grid:M-8
Location:Ceremonial Hall

Barbod couldn't help but smile. He had been in the same place, nine years ago. He smiled, remembering the overwhelming pride Bjarn must have been feeling. He clapped for Bjarn, but soon enough, his claps fell scilent. He saw a tear roll down Bjarn's cheek.
Barbod couldn't help but wonder what the tear was for.
A tear of joy? he thought, a tear for Dale? Who was Dale? Barbod had never met him, nor could he understand Rosa's actions.
or mabie a tear for....Reno
Barbod brought a hand to his eyes to hide his own tears. Reno had not killed Dale. He couldn't have. It was Reno, Barbod's first freind.
Barbod remembered their meeting at the docks. He remembered their faces when an old man, who they both came to love, shot an arrow behind them. How could an innocent youth like Reno kill a freind? He would never have killed Bjarn. Or Drakko. Williem, Aros, or Grygon. Or...me. No, Reno is not a killer.
Tears were now streaming down Barbod's battle warn face.
"Is everything alright, Barbod?" The Lone Falcon's voice came.
"No." Said Barbod simply, "Something is horribly wrong."
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Postby Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Sat Jul 24, 2004 5:38 am

Barbapple wrote:"Is everything alright, Barbod?" The Lone Falcon's voice came.
"No." Said Barbod simply, "Something is horribly wrong."


Grid: M-8
Location: Ceremonial Hall

The Lone Falcon said nothing, but turned to back to look at Bjarn, who was fast exiting the hall.

"I have seen him before..." murmured the old Falcon.

Barbod was not listening. He was tired, and emotionally exhausted, as Bjarn probably was. Gonderin, as if knowing Barbod's tiredness, approached and said, "Rooms have been made up for you and your men and women. Do you wish to retire for the night?"

Barbod nodded. As he and the Lone Falcon follow the elf, he thought to himself It has been to long since I slept in a proper bed...
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Postby the_great_one » Sat Jul 24, 2004 10:45 am

the_great_one wrote:Grid - N10
Location - Port Ardonogue - crusader port
~Alex, Aros, and Luxus~
Reno jumped up to on a crate and looked forward into the town.
He gulped.
"megablocks."he said


Aros and Luxus jumped up to the crate, and looked forward totally gobsmacked. On the floor were at least 30 crusaders, all dead. Sword wounds sliced through them, and blood gushed. The floor was a crimson red.
"you there!" Reno choked. He saw a crusader standing. Then, a large blade appeared through his mid section, and he fell to the floor in a heap of blood. Behind him was a tall and slender man. He had deep blue eyes, and pale skin. LOng black robes slightly covered his plate armour, and a black cloak layed at his back limply. Aros and Reno drew there swords quickly, and stepped in front of luxus.
The black figure began to laugh insanly, and he leapt up into the sky.
"Bahamut!!! Come UNTO ME!!" he screamed. His voice was dark and cold.

There was a sickening scream, the shoreline errupted. Out came a magnificant black dragon, with a crown of bones around its head. In his giagantic claws, he held a blade of pure dragonstone. Huge black, spiked wings covered the sun, so as the whole port was in shadow.
Bahamut let out another terrible scream, and hovered above the dead crusaders. The Black figure jumped on the back of Bahamut, and the Black Dragon flew off, without a backwords glance, and straight towards BlackWard Island, and into the volcano there.

Aros and reno stood, shaking, and they ran towards the town.
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Postby Formendacil » Sun Jul 25, 2004 2:01 am

Grid: E-2
Location: Lost at Sea

Formendacil wrote:The current continued to push him eastward.


When Sir Dractor awoke a day later, he had no idea where he was. Somewhere at sea was an obvious guess, but he wished he could be a little more precise.

Just a little would have helped.

He was pretty sure that the storm had pushed him to the east of the port he had started from.

The only question was how far?

He hoped that he was still north of the Crusader colony, but if he wasn't he intended to make his way south anyway. He should at least hit the continent, and he wasn't an outlaw on the continent.

And he shouldn't land in Crusader territory.

Not unless he was a WAY poorer sailor than he recalled.

Having nothing better for a plan, and being hungry and foodless, he raised the sail, and grasping the rudder, turned his vessel southwards.
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Postby The Green Knight » Sun Jul 25, 2004 3:17 pm

Targon nodded, saluted crisply, and began shouting orders. The Dragon Masters began to move out. Riding at their head, the Sorceror-king smiled to himself. All was going well.


Grid: G-10
Location: The Fire-Breathing Fortress

It was a hot day in Dragon Master land. And a procession of two hundred plus dragon masters were setting out from the fire breathing fortress. At their head was the Sorcerer King and behind him, a sergeant named Targon.

Things were not going well for Targon. As a matter of fact, things were going terribly. One minute he had been a high ranking sergeant with a bright future and some good sized tracks of land when he retired and now this. Exiled from his home land and forced to work for some foreign wizard. All the things he had worked for his entire life, gone in an instant. It never occurred to Targon to be thankful that he was still alive. He was far too busy fuming. It was his brothers fault of course. If all had gone well Targon would be back at the fortress, personally overseeing Bargon's execution. There was a bright spot though. If Lord Void did this to him, then he could just imagine what punishment Bargon was getting.

Targon looked ahead at the footprints and wagon tracks. The signs of Caimlin's earlier expedition. "Caimlin." Targon thought with disgust. "Some friend he turned out to be. He didn't even say one word for me when Lord Void was chewing me out. Looks like we'll be coming along right behind him."

Targon looked up at his new commander. "This guy looks creepier then Lord Void." Targon thought to himself. "Well, at least just as creepy. Besides, whose to say that I won't achieve a higher rank under this new wizard anyway. And if he should die in battle who would disagree that I should naturally become the troops commander. And with over two hundred men in my allegiance--" Targon paused. The Sorcerer King was looking at him. "Wouldn't it be just my luck if he could read minds." Targon thought. "Think of something else, quick." Targon began to hum a tune as he recited the words in his head.

Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen
We daren't go a hunting
For fear of little men

We folk Good folk
Marching all together
Red cap Green cloak
White owl feather...................
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