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Post by yealls on Oct 3, 2015 13:27:13 GMT -5
Not a single Chimaera clan member was to be found. There was no clan members in Stoneridge and now there are no clan members in Shandalar. Perhaps they where at the clan hall waiting for him. He headed out the East gate to East Shandalar heading to Kings Way. He would head north on Kings Way until he got to Slemar Track, there he would head East to the clan hall. Would the Goons guarding the clan hall recognize him after such a long absence? He absently checked for his clan stone just in case. Finally he reached the bridge leading to the swamp and the clan hall. It felt strange standing before the bridge after such a long time, but it also felt good to be at the clan hall again. He crossed the bridge and headed up the hill toward the two goons guarding the hall. He stared at the two goons as they stared at him. The moment of truth had arrived.
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Post by SynKat on Oct 3, 2015 13:46:38 GMT -5
After what seemed like an eternity of walking, and several encounters with the local wildlife, the young dwarf is exhausted. His eyes were bricks, unable to stay open any longer. His legs were becoming unresponsive and his surroundings started to blur. Too tired to even care anymore about the possibility of bandits or worse, the dwarf finds a tree and throws himself at it to rest. The tree wasn't as hard as he was expecting and it topples over as he collides into it but he's already asleep before he could notice anything else...
"Oh! He's finally waking up!" says an unfamiliar voice, "Supper is almost ready, I hope you like stew."
Still groggy from his slumber the dwarf doesn't reply.
"You know, it was quite startling having a sleeping dwarf tackle me. And I could hardly carry you back."
A brief silence holds over the room, slowly the dwarf realizes that he's not on the road anymore.
"I don't know if you can hear me yet, but I'm Tarlac what's your name mister?"
"I... don't remember..." replies the dwarf solemnly, "Where am I?"
The two begin to speak about the land and it's people for hours. The dwarf learns about the nearby towns, the three clans, his rescuer and the deity "Torm" (of which the cleric was a disciple of). The light passes again and the dwarf still feels un-rested so he decides to stay for another night's rest. He slowly drifts off in his new friend's house while trying to process everything he has learned.
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Post by Kaetral on Oct 3, 2015 17:49:29 GMT -5
The man at the hearth begins to break. He was able to keep it together with the mist all around him. The mist was practically keeping him together. Thunder booms and a flash of lightning streaks the window nearby. At first he cracks a wicked smile that is almost black as night even though his teeth are a fair shade for his age. His eye's look wicked and full of deceit, Ready to do the bidding of whoever stands to further his cause.
A second break comes and he stands serene his features becoming slenderer and instead of a sinister look on his face its fill with a peaceful look someone how at balance like ying and yang. Like someone who finds the current state of things perfect. No one is perverting the natural balance of the world.
A third thunderous crack in his persona shows him become more attractive not necessarily due to his looks, but even his stance. His stature and posture become much more pious like he believes he is fighting for the just cause.
As the mist continues to recede the man continues to have more episodes of these breaks. He doesn't know what they mean, or what effect they will have on him when the time comes for him to move back to Shandalar. Maybe this is him finally showing his true self. A self that changes with the times to help further the cause, or perhaps a self that changes due to fulfilling the mans own vision of himself.
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Post by yealls on Oct 4, 2015 20:09:08 GMT -5
The names of the two goons kept slipping through his mind, unwilling to be caught. The faces were familiar to him, like two old friends but the names kept eluding him. As he stared at the goons, they in turn stared back at him. Suddenly the two goons rushed at him. Unprepared for this sudden movement, he was completely caught off guard. The two goons tackled him at chest level, taking him to the ground. He was trussed up like a prized turkey. He tried to tell them that he was a Chimaera Clan member but he was silenced when they put a gage into his mouth and blindfolded him. He felt them carrying him into the clan hall. This was so humiliating. Was he now a prisoner in his own clan hall? Did the clan hall fall to outsiders? More and more questions flooded his head, but no answers would come. What happened to the clan hall and his friends? The world had just turned upside down.
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Post by Tyr on Oct 5, 2015 11:55:07 GMT -5
Tyr flying in stealth above the land heard a crunching noise that the mortals can't here. It was a very disturbing noise because it means that the machinery that controlled the world was having problems. He sighed as he thought he fixed that problem. He would need the help of the trickster god to right such a problem. If left alone the world would grind to a halt and the people of Dominia would flee it once again.
The ancient device was definitely grinding and straining but it was merely a sign of age. Some more permanent fixes were needed rather than a patchwork solution. He kicked the device and the vibrations stopped. He set down the celestial toolkit and opened the access panel. The gears that controlled the world had been chipped and showing signs of fatigue. The only thing the mortals would know is there was an earthquake in the mountains beyond Nefthalon. "We can fix this but you can't be impatient." The trickster god smiled handing Tyr the replacement gears. "We should do a full check just to be sure then." Tyr responded deeply frowning at situation.
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Post by Rulin Pendragon on Oct 6, 2015 21:03:06 GMT -5
Rothgar coughed softly as he surveyed the ruins of what once was the clan hall of Chimaera. "Well" he laughed roughly to himself, "someone's got ta be the one ta build this hear hall back to greatness, it may as well start wit me!" Slinging his hammer in its sheath, he begins to move the stones away from the main door, noticing the weather and worn look of the great hall doors, covered in rocks and rubble for so many years. How would the inside look? Had the hall been ravaged by thieves in the night? All the clan's possessions gone? Or would he find the great treasures still intact?
Hoping against hope that the magic laid on the hall prior to its abandonment was still active..... But it was so long ago....Would the enchantments placed by Ras and the others have survived this long? And most of all, would the guardians remember him after so many years absent..... These among other questions begin to form in the old dwarfs mind as he steadily moves the massive stones away from the entrance, looking for a way into the hall, for over the last few weeks the dream has gotten stronger and stronger...... Two sides fight, good and evil, light and dark, with no scales to balance the world. Who will win in this contest without the judge and jury present to hold justice true in the land once more? Only we shall see, we shall see..........
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Post by yealls on Oct 8, 2015 23:05:13 GMT -5
One of the goons threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He felt the cool air from inside the clan hall as he was carried down the hallway. He could hear voices and laughter ahead. Suddenly the voices and laughter stopped. All he could hear was the foot steps of the goons on the stone floor. The goons stopped walking and the goon carrying him said "The package has arrived" The package? What package! As icy fingers ran up and down his spine, he realized that the package was him. The goon placed him on his feet and held him until he was steady. The goon removed the gag and started to untie him, leaving the blindfold in place. He vowed that they would not take him easily this time. He heard footsteps coming toward him. Then other footsteps joined the first until he was surrounded. Suddenly the blindfold was pulled from his eyes as he heard "Surprise!!" and "Welcome back old friend"
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Post by yealls on Oct 12, 2015 0:09:55 GMT -5
It seemed like an eternity before the shock of the whole thing started to wear off. My senses finally come back to me. Standing about the room were many of my friends. Each one trying to shake my arm and smack me on my back, trying to welcome me back to the clan hall. Aligned along the wall were several tables filled with food and drink. Someone put a cup of mead in my hands. I made my way around the room, greeting all my friends. Asking each of them about their adventures and how their family were faring. The party started to really get moving as we all started to tell each other our tall tales, all at the same time. There was a lot of laughing, along with great food and drink. It felt really great to be back again. In a way it was just like any family reunion. Sharing good times, good memories and a feeling of family. The hangovers will just have to wait until tomorrow.
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Post by Kaetral on Oct 14, 2015 10:10:30 GMT -5
Every time the man thinks about how he want's to explore Shandalar and all the surrounding areas he begins to snap which happens more and more as the mist recedes. At this point he is a broken lump of a man who just sits and twitches. The mist is still keeping him from finally separating all of the way. What will happen once all of the mist has disappeared? Will the there be a dominate vision of himself who takes over, or will every aspect of his vision of himself manifest?
The man's memories are becoming more vivid -- Fighting off werewolves with his faithful elemental servant, standing off against hordes of orcs each one helping him get closer to immortality of death, sneaking around a creeping spider invasion that banded the heroes of Shandalar together at that time, battles outside of the guild halls, The bitter chill nipping at his troll flesh as he fought off the attacks of the tundra dwelling creatures, wading through the blight after a more experienced adventurer trying desperately to keep up and keep alive.
These memories used to bring so much joy to the man, but now each of these memories serve to aid one of the visions of himself in it's battle against the others. When will the mist finally be gone so that this war for his soul is over?!?!?!
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Post by twanik on Oct 14, 2015 14:06:43 GMT -5
~~Twanik opens his eyes and stirs from his rest.~~
Yawwwwnnn... Stretch...
"You must have come a long way, Trickster. Lo! We will seize the day!"
~~Twanik equips his person and organizes his backpack~~
"Hmm, yes, yes... Rope and bedroll under backpack... yes.. Messkit, torch.. Where in the blazes are my flint and steel?!? That's alright, I have dry rations for now. Onward Trickster! We must march to the west, my divine guidance suggests our many answers will be revealed if we follow the setting sun."
~~Twanik rummages his bag once more before departure~~
"Please tell me I have a couple potions tucked away...!"
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Post by Tyr on Oct 15, 2015 9:48:41 GMT -5
Tyr looked out of the world tower onto the land of Dominia the mists were pulling away from even the farthest corners revealing small camps. He suddenly sensed an evil and malicious aura approaching the Kindred hall. "No it can't be. She must have been woken up during the quakes." Tyr muttered. "Problem old friend?" His friend asked. "While we managed to awaken Hecate, something else came with her." Tyr grumbled. "We may be all knowing and all powerful but even we can not change the fundamental laws of the universe everything must equal out." Tempus smirked. "Rub it in why don't you." Tyr continued frowning. "We will just deal with that demon once the time comes." Tempus said patting his annoyed friend on the shoulder.
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Post by SynKat on Oct 15, 2015 15:59:03 GMT -5
The time had come for the dwarf to leave the hospitality of Tarlac, his cleric friend. After their long talk he decided to continue westward, but this time with an objective; meeting with Eclipse.
"I do not know these lands well, my friend. Could I burden you one more time to escort me on my journey to the Eclipse Clan Hall?" inquires the dwarf.
"I'd be happy to! We'll be there before you know it!" says Tarlac, handing a sandwich to the dwarf.
They head out on their journey and walk across the land. Tarlac points out all the things he spoke about the prior night; bridges, landmarks, Shandalar, dirt, trees, wildlife, roadblocks... Roadblocks? As they approach the blockade a man shouts out to them, "If you wish to pass you must pay the fee. 2000 gold pieces or all of your belongings!"
Tarlac whispers under his breath, "Kindred... Why are they here?" He approaches the man and states, "My friend here and I just need to pass. We have no gold nor much to spare, only the clothes on our backs. We beseech you, please let us pass."
The kindred do not waver, an aggravated conversation ensues. "Then we will take what you have, and your lives!" The kindred yells.
The dwarf begins to draw his shortsword but before he could even remove it from his sheath two arrows land in his chest.
Searing pain strikes through and then darkness follows. "This can't be the end... I have to find who I am..." thinks the dwarf as he hits the ground.
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Post by Pants on Oct 16, 2015 12:44:30 GMT -5
The hours ticked by through the day the sun moving through the sky over the town of shandalar. As dusk approached Sirnico knew it was time to head back to his hall. He knew enemies would stir and he wishes a peaceful nonviolent stroll back home. Sirnico would run his fingers along his belt snagging a potion. He would pop the corkhis image vanishing.
With haste he would make his way towards eclipse. The man would make his way through the plains and over the hills. It wouldnt be long before he happened upon the dwarf being bullied by kindred. The dwarfs body lay motionless as Sirnico looked upon the scene. He wouldnt just let the poor thing lay there to die to kindreds blade.
Sirnico would kneel down over his corpse quikly reading the scroll in hand. Within moments Sirnico would hoist the invisible dwarf over his shouldler making his way to eclipse. As Sirnici pass through the moat he would make his way into the clan hall the invisibility wearing off. He would lay the dwarf down going to work bandagung the dwarves wounds.
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Post by Tarnos on Oct 16, 2015 14:31:20 GMT -5
"You never were the most stealthy of us. Be glad it was just me tracking you." A disembodied voice echos through the halls.
Like a veil being lifted an Elf-like figure steps out from one of the many pillars lining the hall, dropping his magical invisibility.
"If any of the higher ranking Kindred had found you alone carrying him you would have been in a tight spot... Especially if it had been Belad. But I'm glad to see you again old friend. It has been far far too long."
Stepping closer and looking over Sirnico work to save a life.
"I've been to the outskirts of Kindred hall... they stir. But there's something else... some other force I can't identify. Let alone can I barely even feel it. But there's time for that later... how bad is the damage will he live?"
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Post by SynKat on Oct 21, 2015 17:48:14 GMT -5
The dwarf wakes up violently, flailing and ready for a fight. He frantically grasps for his sword by his side but it's not there. He looks around but notices that all of his belongings are sitting on a desk right besides him. Where is he anyways?
He recollects the kindred roadblock and then... He looks at his chest. Seemingly freshly applied bandages wrapped tightly around him. He finds more, seriously bloodied bandages in the waste bin next to him.
"Deja Vu... I really need to stop waking up like this or eventually the wrong person will find me. It seems I've been rescued again." States the dwarf to himself, calming down. "But where am I this time? And where is Tarlac?"
He gets out of the bed he was rested in slowly and saunters over to the desk. He eyes his equipment and belongings, finds the sandwich Tarlac prepared for him. Miraculously it is in one piece his stomach commands him to eat it, which he does. A tear rolls down his cheek, "I hope my friend is alright..."
He begins to pick up his equipment but thinks twice about grabbing his sword. "Maybe I should greet my savior unarmed, if they wanted to kill me I would be dead already..." He starts toward the door.
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