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Valric was in a daze, he didn’t remember anything that happened in the last hour. Theodore and him had been walking through the plains of Legoland since they didnt have horses. Now Valric found himself wandering through a dense forest, alone. The sky above was barely visible and most of the trees were too close together to squeeze through.
The knight spent hours it seemed, wandering the strange forest, trying to find the way out.
The forest was too quiet, like all the animals had fled in terror of something. Even when Valric didn’t find himself wandering in circles, he found the forest seemed strangely familiar.
The big knight wasn’t known well for his patience. Cursing at last, he drew his sword and began cutting his way through the trees too dense to move through. Escape must be on the other side.
After about the fourth swing, Valric found himself too tired to continue. Sighing, he collapsed on a mossy boulder in a sweaty heap. He couldn’t tell why, but something was laughing at him. His anger growing, he stood up and ordered his stalker to show himself.
Out of nowhere, a blast of wind sent him sprawling into a tree. Cursing even louder, he searched in vain for his unseen assailant. Another blast of wind hit him, crying out, Valric was slammed into a tree. He didn’t see where it’s sharp, thorn like branches hit him but it drew blood. Laughter echoed through the forest, laughter at him. The last thing Valric saw was a knight in ebony armour walking towards him…
Valric snapped awake.
“Another bloody nightmare.” He grumbled.
He looked up to see the sun slowly rising over the distant grasslands. Sighing, he got up and got ready to leave. Theodore and him were staying at probley their last stop before they passed by Orion. Five minutes later, Theodore was up and they were out the door.
“We’ll be coming to Orion by noon, if we continue to walk.” Said Theodore.
Valric grunted as the wound in his side was virtually on fire. Bloody magic users. Valric vowed never to have anything to do with their lot ever again. Valric enjoyed scraps on a daily basis and had the scars to show. But if there was one thing about war in general he hated, it was the fact that the enemy had a habit of being a wizard, or some other magical creature. If he had a normal wound, it would have been healed by now.
The two knights wandered down the imperial highway. Half way there, they were forced to engage in a boring conversation with a travelling merchant. The man seemed to have a Batlandish accent and pale skin, but he said he had grown up on the Legoland side of the border. The conversation was most done by the fat merchant, Theodore was trying to be polite and sound interested, but Valric was looking in the other direction the whole time.
Soon the fat merchant began to ramble on about half interesting things. The two learned from him most of the details of what had happened with the Cavaliers and the Fright Knights down near Castle Dracul. Something about giant vampire bats and other hideous monsters ambushing them, but in the end they were saved by several former cadets. The only name the two could make out was a cavalier named Jogo Flakonensis. It seemed that they were still in the dark about what precisely had occurred with Count Belzzar though.
“I wonder if I should go make a report on this. After all, I was an official knight of Orion, last I checked.” Chuckled Valric.
Theodore nodded “I suppose you should. If a knight under my command withheld potentially important information about possible “enemies” I’d make sure, he dug latrines for the rest of his career. These were the kind of things that they do enter in the archives don’t they?”
Valric nodded “Yeah. The one and only time I found myself in the archives, I think I found about a hundred scrolls worth of meaningless deeds done by no named knights. Still, there was something about Pythos that got to me…”
Theodore looked at him “Oh?”
Valric shrugged and remembered about the string of nightmares he’d been having “I don’t know. You can never tell with these ruddy wizards. Oh by the way, anybody know the date?” He asked quickly, wanting to change the subject to anything else.
“I think it was sometime in mid-November.” Said the merchant, who was still rambling on.
Valric looked at Theodore “It took us half a month to walk across Legoland???”
Theodore shrugged “Well I suppose that’s what we get for walking…”
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by Maedhros » Fri Nov 25, 2005 9:11 am
Grid: L-12
Location: Castle Dracul
The huge crumbling castle of Dracul was still and silent. And everything was as the new ruler Ioan wanted. Every force in the land obeyed his call and he was the supreme master of the silent castle. Never again was human voices heard from it. Slowly the trade routes would disappear and no living minifig except the unfortunate inhabitants of the province would know about it. But some nights, weak moans could be heard from the deeps below the castle. Each night a new soul was added to the chorus of agony. With every passing night the glory of Ioan grew. Every night new flesh was added to his magnificent Cathedral.
And with every passing night the corruption in the twisted land spread. The foul sorcery of the Strigoi sucked out what was left of the force in the earth. Ioan knew that he had work to do in the future, but for now Laurentiu was content. And so was Ioan where he sat alone in the deep caves and listened to the cries of agony from his cathedral attended by his ever faithful progeny Radu.
Location: Castle Dracul
The huge crumbling castle of Dracul was still and silent. And everything was as the new ruler Ioan wanted. Every force in the land obeyed his call and he was the supreme master of the silent castle. Never again was human voices heard from it. Slowly the trade routes would disappear and no living minifig except the unfortunate inhabitants of the province would know about it. But some nights, weak moans could be heard from the deeps below the castle. Each night a new soul was added to the chorus of agony. With every passing night the glory of Ioan grew. Every night new flesh was added to his magnificent Cathedral.
And with every passing night the corruption in the twisted land spread. The foul sorcery of the Strigoi sucked out what was left of the force in the earth. Ioan knew that he had work to do in the future, but for now Laurentiu was content. And so was Ioan where he sat alone in the deep caves and listened to the cries of agony from his cathedral attended by his ever faithful progeny Radu.
"Hinc satis elucet maiorem habere uim ad discenda ista liberam curiositatem quam meticulosam necessitatem.”
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by Formendacil » Fri Nov 25, 2005 3:27 pm
Grid: E-7
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport
A few days later the ship docked at the Iadoraz Freeport. A quick bribing of the city authorities (no affiliation with the Black Falcon authorities), and the smugglers were offloading their cargo, and letting the passengers off.
Making sure they stuck together, and keeping their swords close at hand, the company made their way through the rough seaport part of the city, and into the more urbane but more criminal sections higher up.
It was a somewhat slow trip, the streets of Iadoraz being filled with people, from peddlars hawking their wares, to pickpockets bumping up against them, to gangs of thugs trading insults, to more-or-less innocent city dwellers going about their business.
Sir Dractor was finding it irritating. They all were, for that matter. Before they had left the waterfront, Sir Dractor had been accosted by five pickpockets, four of whom William had spotted and driven off, and one that Sir Dractor himself had grabbed with his arm literally in his purse. Sir Dractor twisted that arm rather hard before letting it go.
Then they were forced to detour around five blocks when they came on an ugly battle between two gangs engaged in a turf war.
As they were passing through the higher part of the city, down one of the more opulent neighbourhoods, they found the road ahead of them blocked as a crowd of street urchins and ruffians were gathered around something, bending over and scrambling, as if over spoils.
It was apparent that the disturbance wasn't going to move anytime soon, and Sir Dractor had had it with the local populace.
"Out of the way!" he roared, catching the attention of maybe half the people gathered, and causing Thomas to wince at his attraction of attention. "We're coming through!"
"Go around!" sneered one of the ruffians. "Can't you see we're busy."
"I said get out of the way," said Sir Dractor quietly. The ruffian took in his armoured figure, and stepped back a bit, but one of the other ruffians, scarred and brawny spat at the big knight's feet.
"Get out o' here," he said.
Sir Dractor simply walked forward, shoving the people out of his way. Thomas and William came next, with Estella inbetween them, following in his wake, while Sir Yves held up the rear.
When Sir Dractor came to big ruffian, the ruffian refused to move. Sir Dractor slapped him hard in the face, his steel gauntlet breaking the ruffians' nose.
"I said to get out of my way," said Sir Dractor.
The other ruffians decided that they had had enough, and drew their weapons to rush the intruders, but Sir Dractor's great sword slipped out of its sheath and into his hand, and parried the first blow and tripped another ruffian on the backswing.
William clutched his staff, Thomas had gone for his sword and hammer, and Sir Yves had drawn his own sword.
Deciding that the warlike party was too much to handle, the ruffians and pickpockets slipped away, revealing what had attracted them to the spot in the first place.
A young woman lay coughing on the street, her clothes somewhat torn, her purse laying open and mostly empty, one earring missing, and half a necklace around her neck. Her coughing was racking her entire body. Next to her lay the body of an older man, seemingly only just perished, though there was no sign of a wound. Like the woman, he was well-dressed, but thoroughly pawed over by the thieves.
Sir Dractor picked up the woman, and helped her to her feet, still coughing hard.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, *cough*, thank you," she replied weakly.
"What were you doing that they surrounded you like that?" asked Thomas. "Those looked more like thieves than muggers."
"They were," said the young woman weakly. She was, they now noticed, quite young indeed, no older than Thomas or Estella. She was quite pretty, Thomas thought, just over average height for a woman, with longish dark hair.
"My father and I were going for his daily walk," she explained, slowly, inbetween coughs. "Although no one in our household has been feeling too well of late, although it seemed to just be a cough. We had gotten about here when Father collapsed in a coughing fit. I tried to help him up, but it was too much work, and I collapsed as well. That's when the criminals started coming. They know easy marks when they see them, and we were clearly well-off."
"It looks like your father didn't make it," said William, who was bent over the figure of the older man. "There's no pulse, heartbeat, or breath that I can make out. I don't know what sort of illness you've got, but if it's what killed him, you'd better take it easy."
The girl, already being supported by Sir Dractor, seemed to slump entirely into his arms. Two big wet tears dripped from her eyes, but she made no sound.
"Come on," said Sir Dractor, "let's get you home. Which way is it."
Speechless, she pointed down the street in the direction they had been going.
"The second last on the left, on this block," she whispered, before collapsing in a coughing fit. Her body shook violently, as Sir Dractor held her up.
"Take it easy," he said. "We'll get you home. Also, we haven't introduced ourselves. I am Sir Aethelred Dractor. This is my squire, Thomas Valt. That is Sir Yves D'Auron, and Lady Estella Tendarl. That is William Jorgenson, a hunter and tracker. We are on our way to Orion."
"I'm Merina Valenti," said the young woman between coughs. "That was my father, Arnulf Fredrick Valenti."
"Don't worry, Merina," said Sir Dractor, "it's going to be all right. Now, let's get you home."
"Here, Thomas," said William. "Give me and Sir Yves and hand in carrying the body. There's no call to leave it here in the street. It deserves a proper burial. Estella, my dear, you're going to have to lead the packhorse."
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport
Formendacil wrote:The destination, however, merely confirmed Sir Dractor's suspicion, for the ship was headed to the Iadoraz Freeport.
"Once we get off, stick close together," said Sir Dractor. "We shouldn't have any trouble if we travel in a group, and don't tarry in the city."
A few days later the ship docked at the Iadoraz Freeport. A quick bribing of the city authorities (no affiliation with the Black Falcon authorities), and the smugglers were offloading their cargo, and letting the passengers off.
Making sure they stuck together, and keeping their swords close at hand, the company made their way through the rough seaport part of the city, and into the more urbane but more criminal sections higher up.
It was a somewhat slow trip, the streets of Iadoraz being filled with people, from peddlars hawking their wares, to pickpockets bumping up against them, to gangs of thugs trading insults, to more-or-less innocent city dwellers going about their business.
Sir Dractor was finding it irritating. They all were, for that matter. Before they had left the waterfront, Sir Dractor had been accosted by five pickpockets, four of whom William had spotted and driven off, and one that Sir Dractor himself had grabbed with his arm literally in his purse. Sir Dractor twisted that arm rather hard before letting it go.
Then they were forced to detour around five blocks when they came on an ugly battle between two gangs engaged in a turf war.
As they were passing through the higher part of the city, down one of the more opulent neighbourhoods, they found the road ahead of them blocked as a crowd of street urchins and ruffians were gathered around something, bending over and scrambling, as if over spoils.
It was apparent that the disturbance wasn't going to move anytime soon, and Sir Dractor had had it with the local populace.
"Out of the way!" he roared, catching the attention of maybe half the people gathered, and causing Thomas to wince at his attraction of attention. "We're coming through!"
"Go around!" sneered one of the ruffians. "Can't you see we're busy."
"I said get out of the way," said Sir Dractor quietly. The ruffian took in his armoured figure, and stepped back a bit, but one of the other ruffians, scarred and brawny spat at the big knight's feet.
"Get out o' here," he said.
Sir Dractor simply walked forward, shoving the people out of his way. Thomas and William came next, with Estella inbetween them, following in his wake, while Sir Yves held up the rear.
When Sir Dractor came to big ruffian, the ruffian refused to move. Sir Dractor slapped him hard in the face, his steel gauntlet breaking the ruffians' nose.
"I said to get out of my way," said Sir Dractor.
The other ruffians decided that they had had enough, and drew their weapons to rush the intruders, but Sir Dractor's great sword slipped out of its sheath and into his hand, and parried the first blow and tripped another ruffian on the backswing.
William clutched his staff, Thomas had gone for his sword and hammer, and Sir Yves had drawn his own sword.
Deciding that the warlike party was too much to handle, the ruffians and pickpockets slipped away, revealing what had attracted them to the spot in the first place.
A young woman lay coughing on the street, her clothes somewhat torn, her purse laying open and mostly empty, one earring missing, and half a necklace around her neck. Her coughing was racking her entire body. Next to her lay the body of an older man, seemingly only just perished, though there was no sign of a wound. Like the woman, he was well-dressed, but thoroughly pawed over by the thieves.
Sir Dractor picked up the woman, and helped her to her feet, still coughing hard.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, *cough*, thank you," she replied weakly.
"What were you doing that they surrounded you like that?" asked Thomas. "Those looked more like thieves than muggers."
"They were," said the young woman weakly. She was, they now noticed, quite young indeed, no older than Thomas or Estella. She was quite pretty, Thomas thought, just over average height for a woman, with longish dark hair.
"My father and I were going for his daily walk," she explained, slowly, inbetween coughs. "Although no one in our household has been feeling too well of late, although it seemed to just be a cough. We had gotten about here when Father collapsed in a coughing fit. I tried to help him up, but it was too much work, and I collapsed as well. That's when the criminals started coming. They know easy marks when they see them, and we were clearly well-off."
"It looks like your father didn't make it," said William, who was bent over the figure of the older man. "There's no pulse, heartbeat, or breath that I can make out. I don't know what sort of illness you've got, but if it's what killed him, you'd better take it easy."
The girl, already being supported by Sir Dractor, seemed to slump entirely into his arms. Two big wet tears dripped from her eyes, but she made no sound.
"Come on," said Sir Dractor, "let's get you home. Which way is it."
Speechless, she pointed down the street in the direction they had been going.
"The second last on the left, on this block," she whispered, before collapsing in a coughing fit. Her body shook violently, as Sir Dractor held her up.
"Take it easy," he said. "We'll get you home. Also, we haven't introduced ourselves. I am Sir Aethelred Dractor. This is my squire, Thomas Valt. That is Sir Yves D'Auron, and Lady Estella Tendarl. That is William Jorgenson, a hunter and tracker. We are on our way to Orion."
"I'm Merina Valenti," said the young woman between coughs. "That was my father, Arnulf Fredrick Valenti."
"Don't worry, Merina," said Sir Dractor, "it's going to be all right. Now, let's get you home."
"Here, Thomas," said William. "Give me and Sir Yves and hand in carrying the body. There's no call to leave it here in the street. It deserves a proper burial. Estella, my dear, you're going to have to lead the packhorse."
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by TheOrk » Fri Nov 25, 2005 6:06 pm
A-12 Mist Isle
Three of the longships of Kjellinburg appeared on the horizon. Swiftly and silently, they sailed into the “harbour” of their budding stronghold. The three longships under the command of Norbrik Ogbriksson had gone off the viking’s third pillage of Dametreos.
All three raids had brought out dozens of prisoners to be used as slaves. The settlement would soon be overrun by slaves if Norbrik wasn’t careful.
The first two raids had been lead by Thedrikforge. In those they had put all those they didn’t take to death. Norbrik as well as all of his kinsmen, thought killing was an art form, but he didn’t feel right about killing children. He decided to put all the menfolk to death, take the young women and just leave the very young and the very old alive, but trapped in a barn.
The Wyrm Slaers Clan as well as a few dozen others who were able to fit comfortably in the ships, disembarked. All of them were still alive an animated with blood lust. Every one of them had their hands full with the spoils of the pillage, both minifigs and possessions.
Norbrik was one of the last to leave the ship. The only treasure he himself had taken from the devastated Royal Knight village was a sword. It was a very fine sword, far better then the big bulky ones that the vikings had forged. This one was only about half as large, it neither had a bulky hilt, or a bulky pommel. Besides that, the others had also brought back interesting pieces of equipment, taken from the Dametreosian warriors they had slain.
His respect for the skraelings went up a notch. If their realms were as big and as grand as the slaves proclaimed. Then they had barely pillaged the tip of the iceberg, They seemed to have respectable warriors and had great craftsmen. The tall buildings going up around him seemed to indicate that.
He was about to go in search of Thedrikforge, when a drunken Olaf drapped an arm around him. “Oi Norbrik! Ye commin’ to de celebrations? The lads brought back enough beer for all of us!”
Norbrik peeled the viking off him “Yeah. Tell the lads not to touch my share, or else they’ll feel the back of me hand. I’m going to look for Thedrikforge.”
“Yeah, yeah. If ye want.” Spluttered Olaf as he stumbled away.
Three of the longships of Kjellinburg appeared on the horizon. Swiftly and silently, they sailed into the “harbour” of their budding stronghold. The three longships under the command of Norbrik Ogbriksson had gone off the viking’s third pillage of Dametreos.
All three raids had brought out dozens of prisoners to be used as slaves. The settlement would soon be overrun by slaves if Norbrik wasn’t careful.
The first two raids had been lead by Thedrikforge. In those they had put all those they didn’t take to death. Norbrik as well as all of his kinsmen, thought killing was an art form, but he didn’t feel right about killing children. He decided to put all the menfolk to death, take the young women and just leave the very young and the very old alive, but trapped in a barn.
The Wyrm Slaers Clan as well as a few dozen others who were able to fit comfortably in the ships, disembarked. All of them were still alive an animated with blood lust. Every one of them had their hands full with the spoils of the pillage, both minifigs and possessions.
Norbrik was one of the last to leave the ship. The only treasure he himself had taken from the devastated Royal Knight village was a sword. It was a very fine sword, far better then the big bulky ones that the vikings had forged. This one was only about half as large, it neither had a bulky hilt, or a bulky pommel. Besides that, the others had also brought back interesting pieces of equipment, taken from the Dametreosian warriors they had slain.
His respect for the skraelings went up a notch. If their realms were as big and as grand as the slaves proclaimed. Then they had barely pillaged the tip of the iceberg, They seemed to have respectable warriors and had great craftsmen. The tall buildings going up around him seemed to indicate that.
He was about to go in search of Thedrikforge, when a drunken Olaf drapped an arm around him. “Oi Norbrik! Ye commin’ to de celebrations? The lads brought back enough beer for all of us!”
Norbrik peeled the viking off him “Yeah. Tell the lads not to touch my share, or else they’ll feel the back of me hand. I’m going to look for Thedrikforge.”
“Yeah, yeah. If ye want.” Spluttered Olaf as he stumbled away.
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by Formendacil » Sat Nov 26, 2005 5:08 am
Grid: H-11
Location: soon to be revealed
"Luck, milord?" said Elbadar. "What could are less than fifty men to you? An army I could understand, but anything that fifty men could do your magic could surely handle."
"My magic?" said Lord Void with a bitter laugh. "Yes, it could handle a great deal- when I had it."
"Lord Void!" said Elbadar in shock. "You cannot tap into the Mana!"
"You have been away from Dragonar for a while, haven't you," said Lord Void. "Nay, my skill with the Mana has been gone for over a year a now. Since the fall of Orion."
"But ye be using magic against Ajaxx!" protested Japheth.
"Try not to show your ignorance too clearly, little Dragonsbane," said Lord Void, "it doesn't become you.
"No, for the last year my powers have been the powers of a wielder of earth magic. And I rather pride myself on the fact that I was probably the most powerful user of that magic in Dametreos."
"Was?" said Elbadar, with raised eyebrow.
"Of course, ducky," said Opal. "Too much earth magic leads to a blockage- and damage to one's magical facilities. Voidy here overexerted himself too far, and now look at him: nary a magical flicker left."
"Kindly let me tell my own story," snapped Lord Void. "I am not as feeble as you would make out." He turned back to Elbadar. "But yes, Opal is essentially right. Overuse of earth magic is very damaging. In attempting to hold the throne from Ajaxx, I overexerted myself, and I've paid for it. At first I had nearly no magical ability at all, although as time has passed and my body has healed, I have become able to use the magic again, although not yet in such quantities as I once handled.
"Worse, however, is the physical pain of overusing the magic. It is a permanent ache in your very bones, and once it settles, it cannot be dislodged. For that reason, I am very careful in my use of magic, so as not to increase the pain that I already suffer day and night."
"Very interesting," said Elbadar, "but I'm still unclear as to how less than fifty of us are supposed to help you regain Dragonar, even assuming we were willing to help."
"Willing to help?" said Lord Void. "Are you not mine to command?"
"No," said Elbadar. "You yourself gave my allegiance away to the Sorceror-king, and Japheth's men, even now, are among the rebels who ousted you."
"You make a good point, Marshal," said Lord Void wryly. "But I rather think that you would help me, since I can help you in your respective goals. I can help you gain the recruits you need to rebuild my regiment, and I can help Dragonsbane here back into Ajaxx's confidences- if I choose."
"I still do not be seeing how we can help ye become king of Dragonar again, even were we so inclined," said Japheth. "Maybe you should be telling us ye plan."
"And maybe," said Lord Void, "I don't care to be King of Dragonar."
"Then..." said Elbadar and Japheth together.
"Then keep your mouths shut while I tell you a short story," said Lord Void.
"I did not set out to become King of Dragonar, but merely the most powerful sorceror Dragonar had ever seen. I wanted my name to evoke awe and fear, but the rule of the realm I could not have cared less about.
"However, as you will remember, after the most "unfortunate" assassination of old King Exclak, Dragonar appeared to be falling into the hands of that old imbecile, Prince Hadadar. And Dragonar would have been his, had he not attempted to meddle in sorceror affairs. Well, he did, and I gave him a good lesson in politics- and duelling- only to find myself declared King of Dragonar."
"But then..." said Elbadar.
"But then why didn't I abdicate?" said Lord Void, running roughshod over Elbadar's question. "Because power is addictive. I don't deny it. As the days, months, and years wore on, I came to enjoy the broad powers of the throne. And I was tycoed if I was going to let any upstarts like BloodVaine, Del Grakken, or Ajaxx supplant me."
"But Ajaxx did," said Japheth.
"Yes he did," said Lord Void, "and in a way I should be thankful, since he's given me back my freedom. But there is no love lost between him and me, and there never will be. I despise King Ajaxx, and I will do so until the end of his days and beyond."
"So do you or do you not want to regain the throne?" asked Elbadar. "Because you seem to be saying that you don't want it back while all the while saying you do."
"Want it back?" mused Lord Void. "If handed to me on a platter as it was the first time, I would take it. But I do not seek it. No, I seek something more personal. I want to make King Ajaxx squirm. I want to make him pay for his thievery. And I have every intent of showing him not only that he can't wipe magic out, but that he's going to have to employ it himself. And you and Dragonsbane here, and your enemy Del Grakken are exactly what I need."
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Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:“And then you fall on top of me. Traitors, rejects, criminals and turncoats to the Dragon Master throne.”
Lord Void’s eyes flashed.
“What luck. What luck indeed.”
"Luck, milord?" said Elbadar. "What could are less than fifty men to you? An army I could understand, but anything that fifty men could do your magic could surely handle."
"My magic?" said Lord Void with a bitter laugh. "Yes, it could handle a great deal- when I had it."
"Lord Void!" said Elbadar in shock. "You cannot tap into the Mana!"
"You have been away from Dragonar for a while, haven't you," said Lord Void. "Nay, my skill with the Mana has been gone for over a year a now. Since the fall of Orion."
"But ye be using magic against Ajaxx!" protested Japheth.
"Try not to show your ignorance too clearly, little Dragonsbane," said Lord Void, "it doesn't become you.
"No, for the last year my powers have been the powers of a wielder of earth magic. And I rather pride myself on the fact that I was probably the most powerful user of that magic in Dametreos."
"Was?" said Elbadar, with raised eyebrow.
"Of course, ducky," said Opal. "Too much earth magic leads to a blockage- and damage to one's magical facilities. Voidy here overexerted himself too far, and now look at him: nary a magical flicker left."
"Kindly let me tell my own story," snapped Lord Void. "I am not as feeble as you would make out." He turned back to Elbadar. "But yes, Opal is essentially right. Overuse of earth magic is very damaging. In attempting to hold the throne from Ajaxx, I overexerted myself, and I've paid for it. At first I had nearly no magical ability at all, although as time has passed and my body has healed, I have become able to use the magic again, although not yet in such quantities as I once handled.
"Worse, however, is the physical pain of overusing the magic. It is a permanent ache in your very bones, and once it settles, it cannot be dislodged. For that reason, I am very careful in my use of magic, so as not to increase the pain that I already suffer day and night."
"Very interesting," said Elbadar, "but I'm still unclear as to how less than fifty of us are supposed to help you regain Dragonar, even assuming we were willing to help."
"Willing to help?" said Lord Void. "Are you not mine to command?"
"No," said Elbadar. "You yourself gave my allegiance away to the Sorceror-king, and Japheth's men, even now, are among the rebels who ousted you."
"You make a good point, Marshal," said Lord Void wryly. "But I rather think that you would help me, since I can help you in your respective goals. I can help you gain the recruits you need to rebuild my regiment, and I can help Dragonsbane here back into Ajaxx's confidences- if I choose."
"I still do not be seeing how we can help ye become king of Dragonar again, even were we so inclined," said Japheth. "Maybe you should be telling us ye plan."
"And maybe," said Lord Void, "I don't care to be King of Dragonar."
"Then..." said Elbadar and Japheth together.
"Then keep your mouths shut while I tell you a short story," said Lord Void.
"I did not set out to become King of Dragonar, but merely the most powerful sorceror Dragonar had ever seen. I wanted my name to evoke awe and fear, but the rule of the realm I could not have cared less about.
"However, as you will remember, after the most "unfortunate" assassination of old King Exclak, Dragonar appeared to be falling into the hands of that old imbecile, Prince Hadadar. And Dragonar would have been his, had he not attempted to meddle in sorceror affairs. Well, he did, and I gave him a good lesson in politics- and duelling- only to find myself declared King of Dragonar."
"But then..." said Elbadar.
"But then why didn't I abdicate?" said Lord Void, running roughshod over Elbadar's question. "Because power is addictive. I don't deny it. As the days, months, and years wore on, I came to enjoy the broad powers of the throne. And I was tycoed if I was going to let any upstarts like BloodVaine, Del Grakken, or Ajaxx supplant me."
"But Ajaxx did," said Japheth.
"Yes he did," said Lord Void, "and in a way I should be thankful, since he's given me back my freedom. But there is no love lost between him and me, and there never will be. I despise King Ajaxx, and I will do so until the end of his days and beyond."
"So do you or do you not want to regain the throne?" asked Elbadar. "Because you seem to be saying that you don't want it back while all the while saying you do."
"Want it back?" mused Lord Void. "If handed to me on a platter as it was the first time, I would take it. But I do not seek it. No, I seek something more personal. I want to make King Ajaxx squirm. I want to make him pay for his thievery. And I have every intent of showing him not only that he can't wipe magic out, but that he's going to have to employ it himself. And you and Dragonsbane here, and your enemy Del Grakken are exactly what I need."
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by Sir Kohran » Sat Nov 26, 2005 5:23 am
"But...surely, we'll need a ship?"
"Yes." Gaeth answered.
"Where...do we get one from?" the soldier continued, slightly perplexed.
"Oh, we'll get one." Cal said reassuringly. "For now, though, we go back to the Fort and rest. It's been a long day. Tomorrow, though, we go hunting!"
Grid: E-11
Location: Fort Terakhan
The Royal Knights slept fitfully that night, each trying to hide his own fears of what foes might come in the night. Even Sir Cal, for all his outer strength, couldn't help but feel uneasy as he rested on his bed, trying to sleep. Only the stoical ranger, Gaeth, stayed awake, sitting upon the palisade walls, staring out thoughtfully. The night vigil was enough rest for Gaeth, as he had Elven blood in him, and Elves rest by watching the stars.
But there weren't any stars that night.
The former Dark Forest warrior was feeling grim. The image of that burning town, with the people lying dead and charred, was stuck in his head. It reminded him all too well of Fallmir Kath's bloodthristy raids on the Wolfpack villages. It was why Gaeth left the Dark Forest in the first place; they had become marauding savages. Whilst Gaeth himself was no pacifist - he had killed many men in his time - he still disapproved of surprise attacks on innocent people, even if they were from an opposing faction.
Though Gaeth had once returned to the Dark Forest lands to assist in the Fell War and cleanse the Dark Forest of its enemies, he no longer felt any affiliation with his homeland, especially after the savage radjar Kath came to the throne. Though Gaeth had never personally met the warrior, he had heard of the man's crazed killing sprees and demonic possession.
Sighing, the hunter continued to lean on his carved axe. peering off into the gloom of the western sky. But across in the east, the horizon was beginning to pale.
Morning was not far off.
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by TheOrk » Sat Nov 26, 2005 12:54 pm
L-12 Castle Dracul
Radu even as a strigoi, was sickened by his masters “interesting” choice of ABS to construct his cathedral with. Still, even if he could go against his master’s will, he had no doubt he wouldn’t. Before he was a simple minifig, destined to be the pawn of vain lord, now, he was so much more.
Once Ioan was wrapped up in his own thoughts, Radu exited the dark cathedral. It would have been as silent as the grave, if there weren’t constant screams for help rebounding through the walls. The former captain slunk up the warped, winding steps leading into the castle proper. A fell wind roared overhead, the ceiling and upper portion of the walls had great holes in them, allowing no protection against the elements. Radu’s moth eaten cloak waved around him as he glided into the ruined great hall. The bones and equipment of many still littered it.
Radu found a deep crack in the wall. It was far to small for a full grown minifig to step through. The strigoi moved though it easily. It was a chill night, the trees rustled violently in the breeze. Radu had emerged in the shadowy forest outside the walls. He was not among the living, he could feel the others who had fallen here were active tonight.
He found what he wanted. A young foolhardy young man with a stick in his quivering hand, was staring at the castle in terror. The man wanted to take an artifact from the castle, even venturing this close to the castle was enough to make him popular in his village. But he wanted more, he forced himself closer, one step at a time.
Radu smiled. He leaped at the man with blinding speed. He could killed him before he knew what was happening, but Radu wanted him alive long enough to know that his worse fear had come true. A minute later, the man’s drained husk fell to the earth. Radu smiled again at his meal before vanishing back into the impenetrable darkness.
Even that strigoi could not feel that he was being watched. A mile away, a dark shaped scuttled through the forest on all fours. The hideous thing was covered by a huge ragged cloak, giving him an animal appearance. The thing also found what it looked for, in a small clearing, lay the quickly evaporating remains of Ioan’s latest catch. Of the fallen demonic warriors, one still clutched a black jewel in his blood soaked gauntlet. The obsidian stone glittered in the darkness.
The creature purred with pleasure and tore the thing’s hand and fingers apart to get it from the thing’s death grip. Chuckling, the loathsome thing scuttled away. The taint might be reduced to one, but that was enough. This nest was no longer safe, but there were many other useful locations, the taint would not vanish from Dametreos anytime soon…
And with every passing night the corruption in the twisted land spread. The foul sorcery of the Strigoi sucked out what was left of the force in the earth. Ioan knew that he had work to do in the future, but for now Laurentiu was content. And so was Ioan where he sat alone in the deep caves and listened to the cries of agony from his cathedral attended by his ever faithful progeny Radu.
Radu even as a strigoi, was sickened by his masters “interesting” choice of ABS to construct his cathedral with. Still, even if he could go against his master’s will, he had no doubt he wouldn’t. Before he was a simple minifig, destined to be the pawn of vain lord, now, he was so much more.
Once Ioan was wrapped up in his own thoughts, Radu exited the dark cathedral. It would have been as silent as the grave, if there weren’t constant screams for help rebounding through the walls. The former captain slunk up the warped, winding steps leading into the castle proper. A fell wind roared overhead, the ceiling and upper portion of the walls had great holes in them, allowing no protection against the elements. Radu’s moth eaten cloak waved around him as he glided into the ruined great hall. The bones and equipment of many still littered it.
Radu found a deep crack in the wall. It was far to small for a full grown minifig to step through. The strigoi moved though it easily. It was a chill night, the trees rustled violently in the breeze. Radu had emerged in the shadowy forest outside the walls. He was not among the living, he could feel the others who had fallen here were active tonight.
He found what he wanted. A young foolhardy young man with a stick in his quivering hand, was staring at the castle in terror. The man wanted to take an artifact from the castle, even venturing this close to the castle was enough to make him popular in his village. But he wanted more, he forced himself closer, one step at a time.
Radu smiled. He leaped at the man with blinding speed. He could killed him before he knew what was happening, but Radu wanted him alive long enough to know that his worse fear had come true. A minute later, the man’s drained husk fell to the earth. Radu smiled again at his meal before vanishing back into the impenetrable darkness.
Even that strigoi could not feel that he was being watched. A mile away, a dark shaped scuttled through the forest on all fours. The hideous thing was covered by a huge ragged cloak, giving him an animal appearance. The thing also found what it looked for, in a small clearing, lay the quickly evaporating remains of Ioan’s latest catch. Of the fallen demonic warriors, one still clutched a black jewel in his blood soaked gauntlet. The obsidian stone glittered in the darkness.
The creature purred with pleasure and tore the thing’s hand and fingers apart to get it from the thing’s death grip. Chuckling, the loathsome thing scuttled away. The taint might be reduced to one, but that was enough. This nest was no longer safe, but there were many other useful locations, the taint would not vanish from Dametreos anytime soon…
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by Formendacil » Sat Nov 26, 2005 3:37 pm
Grid: E-7
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport
They were soon at Merina's home, slow moving though it was with a dead body to carry, and a weak one to support. Sir Dractor rapped hard on the door, and it was soon answered by a shrewish-looking old maid.
"Yes?" she said.
"Your mistress would like to come in," said Sir Dractor, lifting Merina up the stairs, and supporting her in front of the maid.
"Miss Merina!" said the maid, "what on earth! You look awful. Let's get you to bed."
"The sitting room will be fine," said Merina. "How are Brandan and my mother doing?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Merina, but your mother passed away while you were out," said the maid. "She took an especially violent coughing fit, and just... died."
Merina sank into one of the sitting room couches, looking stunned.
"Exactly the same as the father," said William in a low voice to Sir Yves and Thomas. They had just deposited Lord Valenti in one of bedrooms.
"I'll go help Lady Estella with the packhorse," said William. "There's something about this house that I don't like. It feels... tainted."
Thomas and Sir Yves continued on to the sitting, where Sir Dractor had already taken a seat opposite Merina, who was shaking as she silently tried to stifle her coughs.
"You aren't from around her, are you?" Sir Dractor said.
"No," said Merina, as the coughs subsided. "We moved here only a couple months ago. I was born in one of the Falconis suburbs. My father was elevated to a lord after the conquest of the Bulls, and we lived there until the restoration of that kingdom. Then we moved back to Falconis City."
"Why come to Iadoraz, then?" asked Sir Yves. "You don't seem much like criminals to me."
"We aren't," said Merina, "but we needed somewhere to lie low."
"Lie low?" said Thomas.
"In Falconis City during the summer, Father learned that someone was consistently trying to wipe out his cousins, at least on one side of the family. Most of father's relatives are Classics, so he thought at first that they were just casualties of the War, but then the ones remaining started to disappear. When Brandan- my brother- discovered someone searching for us in Falconis City, my father decided we needed to hide. He figured Iadoraz would be safe enough."
As Merina began to cough again, William and Estella entered. They also sat down.
"When did this... sickness start?" asked Sir Dractor.
"Maybe a week ago," said Merina. "We all got it at once... Father, Mother, Brandan, and I."
"And now two of them are dead in the same manner, seemingly from this illness," said William.
"You aren't suggesting..." Merina began to say, but the coughs came back.
"Actually, I agree with William," said Sir Dractor. "Have you had any strange visitors of late? Anyone who could have introduced the illness."
Merina shook her head.
"Only the servants and the regular delivery people."
"This being Iadoraz, I wouldn't count them out," said Sir Dractor. "Are all of your servants locally hired?"
Merina nodded.
They were interrupted by the return of the shrewy looking maid.
"Miss Merina, it's time for your medicine," she said. "Your brother has already had his."
"I don't think it's doing any good, Elga," said Merina. "Mother and Father both took medicine this morning."
"Enough of that nonsense, child," insisted the maid, thrusting forward a cup of water mixed with a cloy syrup. "Drink."
"I wouldn't if I were you," said William. The others turned to look at him. "If both your parents took that medicine, and now they're dead..."
"Come now!" said Elga, "don't be absurd. Drink the medicine."
"Where did a common maid like you acquire a chain like that?" asked Sir Dractor, spotting a section of gold chain above the maid's collar. Before she could move, he rose and pulled the rest of the chain out of her collar. A seven-pointed star pendant hung on the end of it.
"That's my mother's!" said Merina. "She always wore it!"
"I don't know if you're a murderer or not," said Sir Dractor to Elga, coldly, "but thieving off a freshly-dead corpse is criminal enough in its own right. I advise you leave before I make you."
Elga stepped backwards, gulping, and turned and ran.
"Don't drink that medicine," said Sir Dractor. "It may or may not have killed your parents. But until we know, let's not risk killing you too."
Merina nodded, and then a thought hit her.
"Brandan!" she said, causing her to fall into a coughing fit. She gained control of herself, and struggled to her feet.
"Easy!" said Sir Dractor, catching her by the arm. "Where is he?"
Slowly, Merina led them down the hall, and up the stairs (carried by Sir Dractor), and to a large bedroom with the curtains drawn shut.
A tall, handsome young man, maybe two years older than Merina, lay on the bed, breathing hard. He rose a little as Merina entered the room.
"Sis," he said. "How are you doing. You look worse..."
"I don't know Brandan," she said.
"Who are these people?" he asked, rising a little, sending a cough through his system.
"This is Sir Dractor and his companions. They rescued me on the walk this morning."
"What about Father?" asked Brandan. "Hey, sis!" The young man reached up to help his sister, who had started coughing hard again. Sir Dractor grabbed her arm, and he collapsed back onto the pillows.
"Your father is dead," said William, coming further into the room. "He died of a coughing fit. So did your mother."
"What!" said Brandan, almost in a shout. He struggled to get up, but as soon as he was standing, he began to cough violently. William and Thomas grabbed him as he swayed, but the coughing did not abate, until suddenly he fell limp, and collapsed.
"Dead," said William half a minute later.
Merina's strength left her completely, and she slumped in Sir Dractor's arm, weeping and coughing softly.
"Cover him up," said Sir Dractor. "I'll get Merina back downstairs. We should probably keep a watch on her. I don't think she's in immediate danger, since she didn't take the medicine, which seems to have encouraged the coughing to the point of death. But we should still keep an eye on her."
"Right," said Sir Yves, and he and Thomas lowered Brandan Valenti's body onto the bed, and covered him with the blankets.
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport
Formendacil wrote:"Don't worry, Merina," said Sir Dractor, "it's going to be all right. Now, let's get you home."
"Here, Thomas," said William. "Give me and Sir Yves and hand in carrying the body. There's no call to leave it here in the street. It deserves a proper burial. Estella, my dear, you're going to have to lead the packhorse."
They were soon at Merina's home, slow moving though it was with a dead body to carry, and a weak one to support. Sir Dractor rapped hard on the door, and it was soon answered by a shrewish-looking old maid.
"Yes?" she said.
"Your mistress would like to come in," said Sir Dractor, lifting Merina up the stairs, and supporting her in front of the maid.
"Miss Merina!" said the maid, "what on earth! You look awful. Let's get you to bed."
"The sitting room will be fine," said Merina. "How are Brandan and my mother doing?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Merina, but your mother passed away while you were out," said the maid. "She took an especially violent coughing fit, and just... died."
Merina sank into one of the sitting room couches, looking stunned.
"Exactly the same as the father," said William in a low voice to Sir Yves and Thomas. They had just deposited Lord Valenti in one of bedrooms.
"I'll go help Lady Estella with the packhorse," said William. "There's something about this house that I don't like. It feels... tainted."
Thomas and Sir Yves continued on to the sitting, where Sir Dractor had already taken a seat opposite Merina, who was shaking as she silently tried to stifle her coughs.
"You aren't from around her, are you?" Sir Dractor said.
"No," said Merina, as the coughs subsided. "We moved here only a couple months ago. I was born in one of the Falconis suburbs. My father was elevated to a lord after the conquest of the Bulls, and we lived there until the restoration of that kingdom. Then we moved back to Falconis City."
"Why come to Iadoraz, then?" asked Sir Yves. "You don't seem much like criminals to me."
"We aren't," said Merina, "but we needed somewhere to lie low."
"Lie low?" said Thomas.
"In Falconis City during the summer, Father learned that someone was consistently trying to wipe out his cousins, at least on one side of the family. Most of father's relatives are Classics, so he thought at first that they were just casualties of the War, but then the ones remaining started to disappear. When Brandan- my brother- discovered someone searching for us in Falconis City, my father decided we needed to hide. He figured Iadoraz would be safe enough."
As Merina began to cough again, William and Estella entered. They also sat down.
"When did this... sickness start?" asked Sir Dractor.
"Maybe a week ago," said Merina. "We all got it at once... Father, Mother, Brandan, and I."
"And now two of them are dead in the same manner, seemingly from this illness," said William.
"You aren't suggesting..." Merina began to say, but the coughs came back.
"Actually, I agree with William," said Sir Dractor. "Have you had any strange visitors of late? Anyone who could have introduced the illness."
Merina shook her head.
"Only the servants and the regular delivery people."
"This being Iadoraz, I wouldn't count them out," said Sir Dractor. "Are all of your servants locally hired?"
Merina nodded.
They were interrupted by the return of the shrewy looking maid.
"Miss Merina, it's time for your medicine," she said. "Your brother has already had his."
"I don't think it's doing any good, Elga," said Merina. "Mother and Father both took medicine this morning."
"Enough of that nonsense, child," insisted the maid, thrusting forward a cup of water mixed with a cloy syrup. "Drink."
"I wouldn't if I were you," said William. The others turned to look at him. "If both your parents took that medicine, and now they're dead..."
"Come now!" said Elga, "don't be absurd. Drink the medicine."
"Where did a common maid like you acquire a chain like that?" asked Sir Dractor, spotting a section of gold chain above the maid's collar. Before she could move, he rose and pulled the rest of the chain out of her collar. A seven-pointed star pendant hung on the end of it.
"That's my mother's!" said Merina. "She always wore it!"
"I don't know if you're a murderer or not," said Sir Dractor to Elga, coldly, "but thieving off a freshly-dead corpse is criminal enough in its own right. I advise you leave before I make you."
Elga stepped backwards, gulping, and turned and ran.
"Don't drink that medicine," said Sir Dractor. "It may or may not have killed your parents. But until we know, let's not risk killing you too."
Merina nodded, and then a thought hit her.
"Brandan!" she said, causing her to fall into a coughing fit. She gained control of herself, and struggled to her feet.
"Easy!" said Sir Dractor, catching her by the arm. "Where is he?"
Slowly, Merina led them down the hall, and up the stairs (carried by Sir Dractor), and to a large bedroom with the curtains drawn shut.
A tall, handsome young man, maybe two years older than Merina, lay on the bed, breathing hard. He rose a little as Merina entered the room.
"Sis," he said. "How are you doing. You look worse..."
"I don't know Brandan," she said.
"Who are these people?" he asked, rising a little, sending a cough through his system.
"This is Sir Dractor and his companions. They rescued me on the walk this morning."
"What about Father?" asked Brandan. "Hey, sis!" The young man reached up to help his sister, who had started coughing hard again. Sir Dractor grabbed her arm, and he collapsed back onto the pillows.
"Your father is dead," said William, coming further into the room. "He died of a coughing fit. So did your mother."
"What!" said Brandan, almost in a shout. He struggled to get up, but as soon as he was standing, he began to cough violently. William and Thomas grabbed him as he swayed, but the coughing did not abate, until suddenly he fell limp, and collapsed.
"Dead," said William half a minute later.
Merina's strength left her completely, and she slumped in Sir Dractor's arm, weeping and coughing softly.
"Cover him up," said Sir Dractor. "I'll get Merina back downstairs. We should probably keep a watch on her. I don't think she's in immediate danger, since she didn't take the medicine, which seems to have encouraged the coughing to the point of death. But we should still keep an eye on her."
"Right," said Sir Yves, and he and Thomas lowered Brandan Valenti's body onto the bed, and covered him with the blankets.
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by Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Sat Nov 26, 2005 3:49 pm
Formendacil wrote:"So do you or do you not want to regain the throne?" asked Elbadar. "Because you seem to be saying that you don't want it back while all the while saying you do."
"Want it back?" mused Lord Void. "If handed to me on a platter as it was the first time, I would take it. But I do not seek it. No, I seek something more personal. I want to make King Ajaxx squirm. I want to make him pay for his thievery. And I have every intent of showing him not only that he can't wipe magic out, but that he's going to have to employ it himself. And you and Dragonsbane here, and your enemy Del Grakken are exactly what I need."
Grid: H-11
Location: soon to be revealed
“How so?” demanded Elbadar, “Del Grakken is allied with Ajaxx now!”
“This Del Grakken,” said Lord Void, “He betrayed you, did he not?”
“Yes.”
“Betrayal is not something that ever truly leaves one’s system.” said Lord Void, “I should, and do, know. However foolish or otherwise, this Del Grakken with attempt to double-cross Ajaxx sometime in the future.”
“I just thought of something.” said Elbadar, “Del Grakken possesses the Sorcerer-King’s old magical sword.”
“Excellent.” said Lord Void.
“Excuse me.” said Japheth, “But perhaps I be not wantin’ to take part in ye scheme.”
Lord Void turned on Japheth.
“Oh? And why, pray tell, not?”
Japheth stood tall, which meant he nearly was as high as Lord Void.
“Ajaxx be my friend. I did not betray him, and I be not wanting to now.”
“I see.” said Lord Void, clasping his thin hands behind his back, “Ye cavort with the enemy, Ajaxx’s enemy, and yet you say you did not betray him.”
“Ajaxx and I be friends!” snapped Japheth.
“I see.” said Lord Void, “And friends regularly go behind one another’s back and order their capture and/or execution.”
Japheth glared. Lord Void smirked.
“Ajaxx is the enemy, Japheth. He didn’t think twice before ordering your captures, didn’t he?”
Japheth hung his head.
“I though so.” said Lord Void with satisfaction, “King Ajaxx has no friends. He only has enemies. Those who use magic. You of all people should know that he has and obsession with magic. His hate for it has not blinded him yet, but it will. He’s chosen a tasked that is nigh on impossible. You can’t removed magic from Dametreos. Whether one likes it or not, magic is the blood of Dametreos.”
Lord Void looked hard at Japheth.
“You will die if Ajaxx were to capture you, and your witch love as well. Ajaxx has the resources of an entire nation, and his allied bonds with the Ninjas and Black Knights are growing stronger with every envoy of gold and the signing of a treaty.”
Japheth sighed.
Lord Void continued, “You have little choice but to join my cause, if you wish to live.”
Lord Void looked up, and in a louder voice said, “Are we agreed?”
“I must talk to my men about this.” said Elbadar.
“And…I.” said Japheth.
“I suspected as much.” said Lord Void, “Very well. Don’t bother trying to escape. There’s no way to travel to or from this fortress except by air.”
“And what fortress is that?” asked Opal, leaning on her broom.
“I must admit I do not know.” said Lord Void, “At least, it has no name I can call it. It was apparent it had been untouched by humans for an era when I arrived here.”
“How did you find it?” asked Opal.
“I did not find it. My dragon did.” said Lord Void, almost lazily, “We’re in the belly of a crater. The northern tip of the Norodok mountains surround us on all sides. Sheer cliff faces going straight up for miles. I suspect this once was a dragon lair. Some primeval urge must have brought my dragon here. I’ve come to call this simply Dracis Ini.
“Dragon’s Beginning.” murmured Opal, “Why beginning?”
“Because,” said Lord Void, “I’ve found fragments. Egg fragments. This place was also a breeding ground.”
Elbadar and Japheth approached Lord Void at the same time.
“Seeing as we’re stuck here,” said Elbadar, “My men have agreed.”
“As have mine.” said Japheth.
Lord Void nodded. “Excellent. Then I might as well give you the grand tour.”
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by Maedhros » Sat Nov 26, 2005 5:34 pm
Grid: L-12
Location: Castle Dracul
A cloaked shape had stared for hours at the accursed castle. But finally it turned to the south. There was nothing more to do here and he needed to find shelter before sunrise. An aura of sadness and remorse followed the lonely minifig as he slowly made his way to the south. Before walking down a dark valley he shot a last glance at the castle. He even felt the taint from this distance.
"I have failed", he whispered and then he continued alone in the dark night...
Location: Castle Dracul
A cloaked shape had stared for hours at the accursed castle. But finally it turned to the south. There was nothing more to do here and he needed to find shelter before sunrise. An aura of sadness and remorse followed the lonely minifig as he slowly made his way to the south. Before walking down a dark valley he shot a last glance at the castle. He even felt the taint from this distance.
"I have failed", he whispered and then he continued alone in the dark night...
"Hinc satis elucet maiorem habere uim ad discenda ista liberam curiositatem quam meticulosam necessitatem.”
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by Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Sat Nov 26, 2005 6:39 pm
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Up in his study, the Baron had resume writing. It had nothing to do with his scheme. It was a poem. He found poetry calmed his mind. His mind needed calming, for tonight, he would reveal his plot to Iadoraz Freeport.
Grid: E-7
Location: Iadoraz Freeport
It was the early evening of the same day. Five gentlemen of various ages stood smoking in the parlor of the Marandek Manor. It was raining outside, and it was dark, but a fire burned in the ornate fireplace, and half a dozen lamps lit the rest of the room adequately. The five men were dressed in well-to-do finery, but their souls were not as clean as their suits.
Owen Camden, a young yellow of twenty-seven, was an expert lock pick, having been the son of a locksmith himself. He was exceptionally thin, with a prematurely balding head and long, bony fingers. As all in his trade, the nail on little finger of his right hand was grown extra long. In times of need, this nail could be put to use as a emergency lock pick when no other tool was to be had.
Neal Fitzroy was also relatively young, at thirty-one. He was well-built, if not also thin, and sported a thin moustache. He was generally considered to be the best forger in Iadoraz Freeport. Once a treasurer for the Imperial Courts of LEGOland, Mr. Fitzroy moved into private practice as a banker in the Falcon Isles. He did extremely well, falsifying bank notes until 1996, when the Black Flacons abandoned using paper and reverted back to gold coins for their currency. Mr. Fitzroy then moved to Iadoraz, where he made his living forging everything from wills to treaties.
Sir Jean-Henri Beaufort, fifty-four and a former Knight of Queen Helen’s Royal Army, was an “Ear”, or a highly-placed person in society who had no qualms about listening into to someone else’s affairs for a fee. “Ears” in the criminal world were not usually classified as spies. While spies infiltrated areas of interest and gathered information, Ears simply relayed information they would have heard anyway to persons with malicious intentions and gold. Sir Beaufort was snobbish and fat -- the perfect stereotypical image of a grossly rich aristocrat. He didn’t live in Iadoraz, but in Donton, a respected city an hour’s north of Gok City, and had made a special trip out to Iadoraz in his carriage that night.
Sebastian Bowen, 39, was a technical genius. He graduated from Golden State University a year early and was immediately hired by the Black Knights to properly restore the Golden Horn to working order. Throughout his career as an engineer he was hired to design powerful trebuchets for the Knight’s Kingdomers, windships for the Fright Knights, and even attack barges by the Dark Foresters. He turned to less lawful clients out of desperation. Despite his brilliance, Mr. Bowen had an unquenchable addiction to gambling, and was in constant need of cash. For the last three years, the Baron provided that cash in exchange for Bowen’s technical expertise.
Walt Waldgrave was the oldest of the five men at sixty-four. He was probably the worst of the lot. He was a retired assassin, and angry because was too old to go “kill off another son of a tyco.” He was generally considered to be a senile psychopath, but his knowledge of ways to kill people was almost legendary among the elite criminal world.
“Where the shifty-brickin’ megablock is he?” grumbled Waldgrave.
“Patience, monsieur, patience.” said Sir Beaufort.
“Well, I bloody hope he does show soon.” said Owen Camden, flicking cigar ash into the fire “I was to bed a fine lass tonight. This better be worth it.”
The doors to the parlor opened and all heads turned. The Baron walked in, his walking stick clicking on the wooden floor.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” said the Baron, “So good of you to come tonight. I am most certain you will not regret it.”
“It’s a job, then?” Neal Fitzroy said.
“Indeed it is.” said the Baron.
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by Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Sun Nov 27, 2005 1:15 am
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Lord Void nodded. “Excellent. Then I might as well give you the grand tour.”
Grid: H-11
Location: Dracis Ini
Lord Void clasped his hands behind his back and began to walk slowly away. Opal, Elbadar and Japheth followed, the battered Dragon Masters following in a tangled mass.
“I have surmised this is the, ah, landing pad of the dragons.” began Lord Void in a monotone, “Above you can see the sky. It is actually quite a large hole to pass through, probably a mile across. That just shows how far down we are.”
They continued onward, following Lord Void down some stone steps.
“The landing pad is actually an elevated peak in the crater. Dragons would land here and their riders dismount. After the dragon’s harness and saddled had been removed, it would fly up there, to one of those, ah, nest-holes.”
Everyone looked to where Lord Void pointed. In the far wall of the crater was bored several dozen holes, varying in size. Even from such a distance, the remains of dragon droppings could be seen smeared across the cliff face. They continued down the steps until they were walking upon a rough but relatively flat area.
“Ahead is where I live,” said Lord Void, then added absentmindedly, “And I suppose you will live as well.”
They entered a room that apparently functioned as a lobby of sorts. A desk, carved from stone, was to the left. Six tunnels branched off to other rooms.
“These, here, I have surmised, are the living quarters of the staff. I suppose now that we’ll have to go off and raid another hapless Ninja village for supplies.
“Is that how you survived?” asked Opal, “by raid villages?”
“Yes.” snapped Lord Void, “I am not a farmer, and one can’t grow much here anyway. Nor can I weave my own blankets or gather wood. Raids are essential for survival.”
“I’ve got that covered.” said Opal briskly.
She whipped out her wand. Lord Void smiled.
“Ah yes. For a moment I forgot we had a magic user among us. Excellent. This will enhance our living conditions greatly.”
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by Sir Kohran » Sun Nov 27, 2005 4:06 pm
Sir Kohran wrote:Sighing, the hunter continued to lean on his carved axe. peering off into the gloom of the western sky. But across in the east, the horizon was beginning to pale.
Morning was not far off.
Grid: E-11
Location: Fort Terakhan
The men rose early that day, eager to leave behind the scenes of destruction and get on their way.
They set out after a quick lunch. The gates and doors were all locked up, and the food and any money was either taken by the men or shut up safely in storerooms.
"So, where are we headed? Where will we get a ship?" one of the newer soldiers asked, as the gates were closed.
"Port Jozef." Gaeth replied quickly.
"Port Jozef!?" several men cried out. "A hole of scum and villainy, and a stain on the honour of the Royal Knights, if you ask me." another, older, soldier added.
Sadly, the man was right. Being on the edge of the land and bordering the Dragon Masters and Ninjas, Port Jozef had always seen many different visitors. Over time, it had become a large, thriving port, where the Royal Knights received the finest of goods from across Dametreos. However, corruption gradually set in. The governors became less loyal to their King and more to the money they gained. Laws were allowed to slacken so that anyone could enter, including pirates and criminals. Guards took part in the crime instead of preventing it. Eventually, the city fell into civil decay, and things got even worse after the Black Falcons invaded. When the country was retaken, King Kjeld sent a force of men to purify the Port of its evil. And, to their credit, the soldiers did they their job well at first, uprooting many long-time criminals and bandit groups, and the Port became a safer place for its inhabitants.
However, the city had slowly but surely fallen back into sin. The soldiers became slack in their duties, abusing their authority and allowing vandalism and murder to creep back into the dark alleyways of the town. Drunkards and prostitutes became a common sight once more. Just like Iadoraz, Port Jozef was a problem that simply would not go away.
Callomir knew this only too well. He had spent a month there, before leaving in disgust. However, he knew it was their only chance, as he explained.
"It'll take too long for the King to get a message from us, and even longer for him to reply. So my plan is to send off a message to the King, telling him our plan, and then march into the Port and find a ship. Most of the soldiers that King Kjeld posted there may have become lazy, but I'm sure they'll lend us a ship. I have a friend there whom I know will be happy to help us, anyhow."
Gaeth stepped forward. "Now, let's go."
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After three hours of steady and silent marching, whilst avoiding the destroyed village, the forty men reached the gates of Port Jozef, built out of dark stone that rose upwards. There was a long, shadowy passagway that led through the wall from the door. Two guards lay in the doorway, both blindingly drunk. Callmir, despite this, strode up to them, and summoned a formal tone.
"Good sirs, I am Sir Callomir Barakanle, son of Halkerson Brakanale. I am here on-"
"Osh, if yer wonderin, th'ale be up tha way der." the intoxicatred man interrupted pointiong vaguely north, towards a nearby hill, with an obvious lack of direction.
"Things have been getting far too sloppy around this town, as of late. I am, frankly, rather re-"
"Leave the idiot." Gaeth said in his characteristicly flat, simple voice. "We have things to do. And little time to waste."
"Oh, you're right," Cal said irritably, abandoning his formal tone.
He turned to his waiting soldiers.
"Come."
Cal and his men began to march in, but the other drunken soldier staggered up and stood in their way.
"Yoush can't be agoin inter Port Jozef Only mans unda permiscon of Kjeld be-offff!"
The man groaned as he fell back beneath Gaeth's cleanched fist. He hit his helmeted head upon the corner of the wall, knocking him out. The other guard was too drunk to even ntocie.
"What was that for?" Callomir demanded, frowning at the hunter.
"I've no patience for fools. Not under these circumstances."
With that, the ranger headed through the gateway into the city. Callomir gave one look at the unconscious man, then ordered the rest of his bemused soldiers through to Port Jozef.
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by Formendacil » Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:57 pm
Grid: E-7
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport, the Valenti household.
Merina was resting in the sitting room, having been given some privacy by her self-invited guests. Estella had been left, somewhat bored, just outside the sitting room, in case anything happened, while the men discussed what to do.
"Obviously, we can't stay in Iadoraz forever," said Sir Dractor. "But I am worried about Merina."
"As am I," said William. "From all that we have heard, someone's been trying very hard to kill off an entire bloodline. And this illness seems like a very subtle way to do it. Determined, too, once you work in that poisoned medicine."
"So what do we do?" asked Sir Yves. "The girl is in danger, especially on her own, but is she well enough to travel?"
"Her main problems seems to be that cough and a lack of stamina," said Sir Dractor. "If we could get a carriage, perhaps..."
"So you want to take her with us, then?" said Sir Yves.
"I'm thinking it is wisest," said Sir Dractor. William nodded.
"Healthy or not, a pretty young lady with no protectors, and wealthy to boot, wouldn't be safe in Iadoraz, no matter that someone was trying to kill her."
"A carriage will be pretty expensive," said Thomas.
"No more than we can handle," said Sir Dractor. "However, I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't make for Orion."
"Why?" asked Sir Yves.
"This illness of Merina's," said Sir Dractor. "To deliberately infect an entire family with a dangerous disease like this is very difficult to do without magic. And I'm minded of that sickness I had back in the summer, after the Ball, as Thomas will remember. I'd like to take Merina to Drullen Bell, for the druids to look at."
"What's wrong with Orion?" asked Sir Yves. "The healers there are equally proficient."
"Yeah," said Thomas. "They saved your life at the Ball."
"I know they did," said Sir Dractor, "but I know the druids a bit better, and I'd rather not take Merina to Orion. She said herself that she had several Classic cousins who died off. For all that she is a Black Falcon, 'Valenti' is a Classic name, and the root of this matter could well come from Legoland. It's best not to take her there, I think. Don't worry, I'll make sure to get Estella there, probably after Yuletide."
"Sounds good enough to me," said William. "But which of you fancies telling Estella she'll have to wait an extra month to get to see her future groom?"
They all grimaced. Sir Yves ignored the comment, and brought up another problem.
"We're going to have troubles with the carriage, then," he said. "The Forestdweller lands, especially the Forestman realm, are notoriously bad for not being usable for carriages."
"We'll have to go the long way around," said Sir Dractor. "We'll cut down through Royal Knight territory and northern LEGOland, into the Crusader realm, and cross into Forestman lands by way of Farburg."
"That'll take a while," said Sir Yves.
"I'm in no hurry," said Sir Dractor.
Eventually, nightfall came, and the companions prepared for bed. Sir Dractor divided the night up into four shifts.
"I want each of us to take a shift keeping watch over Merina tonight," he said. "Estella has done the most today, so she gets the night off. Sir Yves gets the first shift, before he goes to bed, and I'm taking the last, the dawn shift. Thomas, you and William can flip for the last two."
"I'll take the earlier one," said William.
"Fine," said Thomas. "Wake me when you're done."
Several hours later, Thomas was shaken from his sleep by William's calloused hand.
"Wah..." he said, shaking sleep from his eyes, and remembering his wathc.
"Your turn, lad," he said. "Frankly, I think this watch of Sir Dractor's is unnecessary. She didn't do more than cough a few times on my watch, and Sir Yves says that she slept well through his. Anyway, good luck."
As William ambled off to bed, Thomas made his way to the hallway that ran past several rooms, included Merina's bedroom, and settled himself into an armchair across from her door, and did his best to not fall asleep again.
A couple of times, he got up and paced a bit. However, as his two and a half hour shift was drawing to an end, no more had happened than a few coughs from Merina's room.
Not too long before he was going to go and wake Sir Dractor (a rather fearsome task, since the big knight tended to jerk and growl when his sleep was interrupted), the door of the bedroom opened, and Merina peered out.
"Master Valt?" she said, "was that you I heard walking?"
"Probably," he said. "And it's Thomas, not Master Valt."
"Thomas," she said, and leaned on the doorframe. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well... uh..." said Thomas, a bit flustered. "Sir Dractor wanted us to, uh, kind of keep watch."
Merina nodded slowly.
"He thinks I'm in danger?"
"Well, we all think the nearly-simultaneous deaths in your family are suspicious, as well as all of you getting sick at once. He thinks that someone's out to kill you."
"Well, I appreciate the effort," said Merina, and she remained leaning on the doorframe.
"Would you prefer to sit down?" said Thomas, rising. "You don't look all that strong."
"I'm not," she said, "but I don't want to kick you out of your seat."
"I insist," said Thomas. "I'm not going to have you keel over on my watch!" Merina gave in, and took the chair, seeming to slump somewhat once she was in it.
"Thank you," she said. "Tell me, is Sir Dractor such a harsh man that he would punish you if something happened to me. He didn't seem like that during the day, although he certainly frightened the ruffians well enough. And Elga."
"Sir Dractor harsh?" said Thomas. "Tyco, no!"
Thomas then realised what words he had used, and blushed.
"Sorry, milady," he said.
"It's all right," she said. "And it's Merina, not milady."
"Merina," said Thomas. "No, Sir Dractor's not at all harsh- unless you're his enemy. What I meant, I guess, is that I really wouldn't want to see you collapse, period."
"That's sweet," said Merina, with a thin smile.
"It's nothing," said Thomas.
"Have you known Sir Dractor long?" asked Merina.
"No, only for about seven months or so," said Thomas. "He came to my grandfather looking for a new suit of armour, and, to make a long story short, my grandfather ended up dying soon after, and I became his squire."
"So you lived with your grandfather then?" said Merina. "What of your parents."
"Dead when I was young," said Thomas. "Grandfather was all the family I had."
"I guess we have one thing in common, then," said Merina, sadly. "We have no family." Thomas nodded silently.
"How long are you on watch?" asked Merina.
"Till morning," said Thomas, deciding not to wake up Sir Dractor after all.
"Would you mind telling me the long version of how you met Sir Dractor?" asked Merina. "I'm afraid I can't sleep. I miss my family too much."
"Sure, I'd be happy to," said Thomas.
When Sir Dractor's mental alarm woke him a couple hours before breakfast, he soon realised that Thomas had never come to wake him. Fearing the worst, he grabbed his sword, and padded silently down the halls towards Merina's room. Before rounding the last corner, the sounds of quiet conversation reached his ears.
"Gonderin and I took passage on a ship called the Faerie Queen," Thomas' voice was saying. A slight cough indicated the presence of Merina.
Sir Dractor smiled to himself, and just as silently as he had come, he went back to his bedroom to do some pre-breakfast exercises.
Location: The Iadoraz Freeport, the Valenti household.
Formendacil wrote:"Cover him up," said Sir Dractor. "I'll get Merina back downstairs. We should probably keep a watch on her. I don't think she's in immediate danger, since she didn't take the medicine, which seems to have encouraged the coughing to the point of death. But we should still keep an eye on her."
Merina was resting in the sitting room, having been given some privacy by her self-invited guests. Estella had been left, somewhat bored, just outside the sitting room, in case anything happened, while the men discussed what to do.
"Obviously, we can't stay in Iadoraz forever," said Sir Dractor. "But I am worried about Merina."
"As am I," said William. "From all that we have heard, someone's been trying very hard to kill off an entire bloodline. And this illness seems like a very subtle way to do it. Determined, too, once you work in that poisoned medicine."
"So what do we do?" asked Sir Yves. "The girl is in danger, especially on her own, but is she well enough to travel?"
"Her main problems seems to be that cough and a lack of stamina," said Sir Dractor. "If we could get a carriage, perhaps..."
"So you want to take her with us, then?" said Sir Yves.
"I'm thinking it is wisest," said Sir Dractor. William nodded.
"Healthy or not, a pretty young lady with no protectors, and wealthy to boot, wouldn't be safe in Iadoraz, no matter that someone was trying to kill her."
"A carriage will be pretty expensive," said Thomas.
"No more than we can handle," said Sir Dractor. "However, I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't make for Orion."
"Why?" asked Sir Yves.
"This illness of Merina's," said Sir Dractor. "To deliberately infect an entire family with a dangerous disease like this is very difficult to do without magic. And I'm minded of that sickness I had back in the summer, after the Ball, as Thomas will remember. I'd like to take Merina to Drullen Bell, for the druids to look at."
"What's wrong with Orion?" asked Sir Yves. "The healers there are equally proficient."
"Yeah," said Thomas. "They saved your life at the Ball."
"I know they did," said Sir Dractor, "but I know the druids a bit better, and I'd rather not take Merina to Orion. She said herself that she had several Classic cousins who died off. For all that she is a Black Falcon, 'Valenti' is a Classic name, and the root of this matter could well come from Legoland. It's best not to take her there, I think. Don't worry, I'll make sure to get Estella there, probably after Yuletide."
"Sounds good enough to me," said William. "But which of you fancies telling Estella she'll have to wait an extra month to get to see her future groom?"
They all grimaced. Sir Yves ignored the comment, and brought up another problem.
"We're going to have troubles with the carriage, then," he said. "The Forestdweller lands, especially the Forestman realm, are notoriously bad for not being usable for carriages."
"We'll have to go the long way around," said Sir Dractor. "We'll cut down through Royal Knight territory and northern LEGOland, into the Crusader realm, and cross into Forestman lands by way of Farburg."
"That'll take a while," said Sir Yves.
"I'm in no hurry," said Sir Dractor.
Eventually, nightfall came, and the companions prepared for bed. Sir Dractor divided the night up into four shifts.
"I want each of us to take a shift keeping watch over Merina tonight," he said. "Estella has done the most today, so she gets the night off. Sir Yves gets the first shift, before he goes to bed, and I'm taking the last, the dawn shift. Thomas, you and William can flip for the last two."
"I'll take the earlier one," said William.
"Fine," said Thomas. "Wake me when you're done."
Several hours later, Thomas was shaken from his sleep by William's calloused hand.
"Wah..." he said, shaking sleep from his eyes, and remembering his wathc.
"Your turn, lad," he said. "Frankly, I think this watch of Sir Dractor's is unnecessary. She didn't do more than cough a few times on my watch, and Sir Yves says that she slept well through his. Anyway, good luck."
As William ambled off to bed, Thomas made his way to the hallway that ran past several rooms, included Merina's bedroom, and settled himself into an armchair across from her door, and did his best to not fall asleep again.
A couple of times, he got up and paced a bit. However, as his two and a half hour shift was drawing to an end, no more had happened than a few coughs from Merina's room.
Not too long before he was going to go and wake Sir Dractor (a rather fearsome task, since the big knight tended to jerk and growl when his sleep was interrupted), the door of the bedroom opened, and Merina peered out.
"Master Valt?" she said, "was that you I heard walking?"
"Probably," he said. "And it's Thomas, not Master Valt."
"Thomas," she said, and leaned on the doorframe. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well... uh..." said Thomas, a bit flustered. "Sir Dractor wanted us to, uh, kind of keep watch."
Merina nodded slowly.
"He thinks I'm in danger?"
"Well, we all think the nearly-simultaneous deaths in your family are suspicious, as well as all of you getting sick at once. He thinks that someone's out to kill you."
"Well, I appreciate the effort," said Merina, and she remained leaning on the doorframe.
"Would you prefer to sit down?" said Thomas, rising. "You don't look all that strong."
"I'm not," she said, "but I don't want to kick you out of your seat."
"I insist," said Thomas. "I'm not going to have you keel over on my watch!" Merina gave in, and took the chair, seeming to slump somewhat once she was in it.
"Thank you," she said. "Tell me, is Sir Dractor such a harsh man that he would punish you if something happened to me. He didn't seem like that during the day, although he certainly frightened the ruffians well enough. And Elga."
"Sir Dractor harsh?" said Thomas. "Tyco, no!"
Thomas then realised what words he had used, and blushed.
"Sorry, milady," he said.
"It's all right," she said. "And it's Merina, not milady."
"Merina," said Thomas. "No, Sir Dractor's not at all harsh- unless you're his enemy. What I meant, I guess, is that I really wouldn't want to see you collapse, period."
"That's sweet," said Merina, with a thin smile.
"It's nothing," said Thomas.
"Have you known Sir Dractor long?" asked Merina.
"No, only for about seven months or so," said Thomas. "He came to my grandfather looking for a new suit of armour, and, to make a long story short, my grandfather ended up dying soon after, and I became his squire."
"So you lived with your grandfather then?" said Merina. "What of your parents."
"Dead when I was young," said Thomas. "Grandfather was all the family I had."
"I guess we have one thing in common, then," said Merina, sadly. "We have no family." Thomas nodded silently.
"How long are you on watch?" asked Merina.
"Till morning," said Thomas, deciding not to wake up Sir Dractor after all.
"Would you mind telling me the long version of how you met Sir Dractor?" asked Merina. "I'm afraid I can't sleep. I miss my family too much."
"Sure, I'd be happy to," said Thomas.
When Sir Dractor's mental alarm woke him a couple hours before breakfast, he soon realised that Thomas had never come to wake him. Fearing the worst, he grabbed his sword, and padded silently down the halls towards Merina's room. Before rounding the last corner, the sounds of quiet conversation reached his ears.
"Gonderin and I took passage on a ship called the Faerie Queen," Thomas' voice was saying. A slight cough indicated the presence of Merina.
Sir Dractor smiled to himself, and just as silently as he had come, he went back to his bedroom to do some pre-breakfast exercises.
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by Lord_Of_The_LEGO » Mon Nov 28, 2005 5:40 pm
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Hans, Cate and Adrian looked at one another.
“On the road, again…”
Grid: P-10
Location: nearing the Dark Forest village of Hemmerington
“I bloody well hate traveling!” yelled Cate.
“I am inclined to agree.” said Hans.
The Trio, foiled at finding Nathaniel’s next clue in Osktrakahn, were en route to a port city and then to Siastrakahn. Unfortunately halfway through the trip a rainstorm of epic proportions has swallowed them up. Rain lashed their faces while traveling at near horizontal angles, and wind whipped their cheeks red. The horses plodded miserably along, Hans, Adrian and Cate clinging to their backs.
“At least it’s warm enough to rain!” bellowed Adrian, “Up in Tols it’s probably snowing!”
“Snow’d be warmer than this!” snapped Cate.
“Aye.” said Hans, “This tyco rain is absolutely frigid.”
It was. The rain was chilling all of them to the bone.
“I -- I can’t feel my hands!” said Cate suddenly panicked, “I can’t feel my hands!”
“Cate, chill,” snapped Hans, “There’s a--”
“I’M ALREADY CHILLING!” screamed Cate, “I’M GONNA DIE OF PNEUMONIA!”
“CATE!” Hans yelled, “There’s a village ahead! Calm the tyco down!”
As the Trio trudged down the muddy main street of the village, a young man suddenly came out of the rain, startling the horses.
“Ye must be mad to be traveling ‘bout now.” he shouted, grabbing the reigns of the horses, “Come…”
The man half led, half pulled the horses toward a building that turned out to be a stable.
Hans, Cate and Adrian plopped off the horses. Hans groped vainly for a dry piece of cloth to wipe his spectacles with.
“Thanks.” said Adrian to the man, “We were drowning out there.”
“Betcha were.” said the man, “Wha’s three young folks like yourselves traveling in this type ‘o Megablocks?”
“We were just passing through.” said Hans, still squinting through water-smeared lenses.
“Ah,” said the man, “Anyhow, welcome to Hemmerington. I’m Kevin. If you go through that door there you’ll find yourself in the Pu.
“The what?” said Cate.
“The Pu.”
The Pu, it turned out, was a pub, and a rather nice one at that. The Trio found a spot in a corner table, hoping to be noticed. But they soon became the stars of the show.
“Who’s this there, then?” smiled an old man, hobbling up to their table, “You’re new.”
“Er…yeah.” said Hans, “Hi.”
“Good day to you, too, young man.” said the old man, “I’m Gherry. Ho! Dale, come look at these poor drowned rats!”
A man much younger than Old Gherry still older than Adrian approached, a fair-looking woman beside him He smiled.
“Greetings. I’m Dale, and this is Alice.”
“’Ternoon.” said Adrian, taking Dale’s proffered hand, “I’m Adrian and this is Hans and Cate.”
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