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10-21-2008, 12:42 AM
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The druid saw that both of his companions were in dire need. Another strike could end either of them. Huvan knew that he only had time to help one. Gragham seemed more than a match for the giant standing in front of him. If he struck out again, as he had a moment ago, than the giant would surely fall. The beast was also in desperate shape and swayed like a tree that could topple over with a strong wind. Carlyle of course had also displayed deadly efficiency with his sly attacks from the behind the giants. But as the druid considered his next action, he decided he simply could not make it to Carlyle in time. His fate would be sealed by his own actions. It made Huvan's heart sink, knowing he could not help the rogue in his time of need. He began calling on the forces of nature yet again to grant him the power he would need to aid the dwarf. Last edited by Voltaire; 10-21-2008 at 12:57 AM. 
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10-21-2008, 03:28 AM
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Voodoo had been distracted by the complexities of the Thrasher so much so that he hadn't noticed that a few of the giants had boarded the ship. With the sudden realization, however, came sudden action as Voodoo snapped to attention. He drew his chain and unleashed a flurry of attacks at one of the giants that surely caught him off guard...
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10-21-2008, 04:52 PM
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Any satisfaction from his precision shooting was very short lived, as the pain caused by the crushing blow from the giant’s club consumed his very being. The blow had caught him on his left chest and shoulder spinning him almost completely around. He had no idea how he had kept his balance, but all he could think of now was NOT to get hit with that club again. He backed away keeping a wary eye on the huge weapon. Fortunately for Carlyle, he did not seem to have any broken bones, so with fair amount of pain and difficulty he lifts his bow and sends the first of two more arrows towards his foe.
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10-22-2008, 08:21 AM
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ROUND 7 CONTINUES
Init Sailors (Dropped out of melee) Hill Giants Carlyle (Delayed) Huvan Voodoo Gragham The Heather Wind begins to pick up speed with the dead Hill Giant having been pushed off her decks by the remaining crew. This brings the ship out of Gragham's mist and into the clear light of day once more. Unfortunately, this also brings the ship back into view of the Giants on shore, which fortunately are hesitant to continue their barrage now that their mates are on board. Where still riding too low! We need these things dead now! All hands grab a sword and finish them off! All but a couple of the deck hands begin to draw weapons. Despite Carlyle's bangs and bruises, his aim is truer then ever. He sends one arrow through the troat of his target making the creature drops its weapon as it clutches at its wounds. The second arrow finishes him off as it pierces the Giant's eye and embeds into his brain. Lifeless, the Hill Giant sways and topples backwards, off the ship and into the water with a splash. This draws a number of curses and shouts from those still on the shore. That's it! Keep it up! Shouts Trigg as the ship picks up even more speed. With that target downed, Voodoo looks towards the last Giant, which is facing off against a very battered looking Gragham. Huvan looks to bolster the dwarf but hesitates due to the proximity of the giant and its reach (it would get an AoO so I am delaying). Voodoo sees the Giant is distracted by this and hopes to get in a shot as it remains unawares. The first swing of the chain fails to grab the Giant, but with the chain extended about as far as it can, Voodoo manages to wrap the end of the chain around the Giant's neck with the second. The creature's eyes bulge out in fear in that brief moment before the rogue pulls on the chain with all his might and rips the creatures throat apart, droping him on the decks with a thud. ROUND 7 END COMBAT END This brings a cheer from the crew as they hurry to drop the body off of the sides of the decks and into the water. The Hill Giants still on the shore are none to pleased by the display and begin their barage of boulders once again. This time however, there is no blockade or extra passangers to slow the Heather Wind down and it begins to pull away. A few more of the crew are slightly injured by the raining boulders but for the most part they escape harm. When they are well out of view of the Giants the crew of the ship seems to have relaxed a bit, although still a bit dejected by the heavy casualties they had taken. Many friends had been lost that afternoon and the Heather Wind would be limping into port. Still Captain Trigg was appreciative of the party's efforts. Thank ya. We couldn't have gotten out of that mess without ya. Looking at Huvan. I don't know how you did that thing with the water man back there but I damn gratefull you did. Same goes with that fog. He says nodding to Gragham. You'll always have my gratitude and can ride free on my ship whenever you'd like. That said, you may want to keep a low profile for the rest of the trip. I mean the crew is also happy that you did what you did but I know some of them are more then a bit superstitious and were quite spooked by the whole thing. I mean, you don't often see a Hill Giant war party like that...not for a raid. Its unusual and what with all the other unusual stuff... He just shrugs. The men talk. That's all. I just think it would be wise to keep quiet for the next day until we reach port. I'm sure they'll have put it behind them by then. Time: Noon Day: Toil Day Date: 14th of Wintersmonth Weather: Cold Lighting: Daylight Conditions: Clear General Effects: None Gragham: 48/91 Carlyle: 24/45 Huvan: 36/56 Voodoo: 61/61 Crewman1: 7/35 Crewman2: 25/35 Crewman3: -8/35 (dead) Crewman4: 35/35 Crewman5: 25/35 Crewman6: 35/35
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#37
10-23-2008, 01:56 PM
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Gragham could hear his heart thumping as he dodged and feinted, trying to get himself that opening he needed: he couldn’t permit himself any mistakes now… He picked up the sound of feet heading his direction –not of the large thumping kind though, so probably one of the light-footed rogues or the druid. Then, from a completely different direction, a spiked chain snaked itself around his opponent’s throat and tore it to shreds. The dwarf blinked in surprise and lowered his gaze towards the deck and found Voodoo standing behind the dying giant –because that was undoubtedly a mortal wound. Gragham lifted the corner of his mouth and gave the rogue a quick nod in recognition, then turned to find the other giants dead as well. We’re not in the clear yet, though, he thought as he shoved his axe back in its sheath and slung his shield over his back.
__________________The giant’s body had decided to finally crash onto the deck. Gragham was rather relieved to see that the sturdy wooden structure could take such weight. He helped heave the body over the side and, wary of the boulders that started raining down onto them once more. Luckily the remaining giants appeared to be too enraged by their losses to aim straight, and none of those huge lumps of rock hit anything other than water and wood, save for a few sailors that got nicked by near misses. By Ka’Los, look at all those bodies! In addition, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain was starting to kick in. Clutching his battered chest to make it easier to breath, Gragham scurried over the deck, hastily checking to see if there was anybody among the fallen sailors who was still alive. All of them were dead. He turned around, anxiously scanning the shores for any other threats. Nothing could be seen or heard, save for the river and the distant roars of the giants. With a heavy heart, Gragham returned to the group. Most o’ em got killed righ’ away, but dat ‘un dere bled out on dem deck fer eh few moments… I coulda saved ‘im if I ‘ad got ter ‘im in time”, he said in a low voice, gesturing towards one of the armed sailors lying on the deck. He listened to the captain’s word of thanks, but his mind was trying to figure out at which moment in time he had seen the man falling. It happened by one of those boulders… Was I conjuring up that fog at the time, or firing one of my many missed arrows? It was with a dark look that Gragham waved away the captain’s words. ”Ah ‘t was but eh simple spell… dat water creature Huvan summoned, now dat was impressive. We would o’ been dead if we ‘ad ter wait out dat fire.” He gave Huvan a weary smile. The second part of what Captain Trigg had to say made Gragham frown in thought. Aye, this was much more than I had expected to see from a band of cutthroats and thieves… this was a well-organized, well-planned attack. They knew first hand about the lizard tribes being forced to raid riverboats, but hill giants, all the way here? It smelled like an attack planned out by Natasha. Which meant… They knew we were heading this way! ”Aye, tank ye for yer warning, cap’n… we be keepin’ ter usselves den. Please permit meself ter heal some o’ yer wounded though.” He turned to the group and continued: ”I reckon we better go below decks so we be able ter discuss matters summat. Waddaya reckon?” After giving the others a meaningful look, he turned towards Carlyle, who had quite a nasty wound as well. "Yer... abilities... be impressive... an' yer aim too", he said in a low voice before chanting the spell to heal his friend. As the spell started working, he felt the familiar warm glow, only now it seemed to flow from the air around him and through him into Carlyle.. it was a strange sensation. He saw how the wound began to close up. By Ka'Los, that is... amazing. I wonder if I ever could get used to this... Last edited by Vintar; 10-23-2008 at 02:21 PM.
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#38
10-24-2008, 09:31 AM
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Captain Trigg's ears seem to perk up at Gragham's offer. Healing? He asks with a combination of relief and suprise in his voice. Are you some sort of priest then? Trigg then gives Huvan the same look. You too? Is that how you made that water man thing? Are you priests? You certainly look like any priests I have ever seen..
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#39
10-24-2008, 08:00 PM
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Carlyle watches the blood from the giant’s throat splatter on the deck all around him, and the “boat-rocking” thud of the giant hitting the deck sends a wave of relief through him. He stands there out of breath and light headed as he comes down from the adrenaline rush. The simple act of trying to put his bow away causes him to wince from the pain which in turn causes him a momentary flash of anger at himself for admiring his work instead of doing something more useful like getting out of the way of that huge club that came crashing down on him. Won’t be makin’ that mistake again…
__________________The rogue snaps back to alertness once the boulders start to rain down on the ship again, but after a few tense moments the ship slips out of the giant’s range, luckily without further injuries. Walking over to where the others were he spies Voodoo chain still in hand. “Good work with that chain o’ your Voodoo…don’t know if I could have survived another blow from that club. Trigg’s word rang true as Carlyle was very aware of the odd looks that the crew was casting their direction as the ship’s captain spoke with the group. “Aye, Capt’n…we’ll lay low until we put in at tha port” He says nodding his agreement to Trigg’s request and Gragham suggestion to go below deck. With a sly grin he winks at Gragham. “Indeed…it can be quite useful at times like that… he answers as the warm glow of the dwarf’s healing spell spreads through his body and the pain in his chest and shoulder begin to fade, but not totally…after the warmth from the spell ends there is still some soreness where the club had hit him. Gonna be stiff in tha mornin’ that’s for sure. As Carlyle turns and starts to head below deck he chuckles to himself as he hears Captain Trigg as Gragham if he is a priest. Grag….a priest of Ka’Los…now who could’ve thought that…
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#40
10-24-2008, 09:30 PM
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Huvan watched nervously as Gragham danced with the deadly giant. At the moment he seemed ready to land the killing blow, a chain wrapped itself around the giants vulnerable neck. A few seconds later the blood soaked chain was resting back at Voodoo's side, and the giant's lifeless body was falling to the deck. Only one more. The druid's gaze shifted toward Carlyle as his finger let go of another arrow. That final arrow found it's way into the giant's head by way of it's eye. Incredible!
__________________The fight was over with the exception of a few poorly aimed boulders that barely scraped the deck of the ship. Huvan finally had time to survey his surrounding and suddenly realized that the crew of the Heather Wind had been decimated. So many souls lost. Emptiness found its way into Huvan's stomach. It was not the kind of emptiness one would get from hunger, it was a kind void that caused discomfort as it pulled against everything that surrounded it. The druid had never figured a way to get rid of that feeling. Our of the corner of his eye Huvan observed a dark look fall over Gragham. It was a look that the druid was all too familiar with. The feelings of helplessness and regret were all too common to those who practiced the healing arts. The Elder once warned him that to wield such great power as healing would forever beget sadness. The druid walked over to Gragham and set his hand on the dwarf's shoulder. It gets easier with time my friend, but it is never easy. Huvan paused for a moment and then continued. It is not my way you know...the sword and the axe that is. But I like to think I am wise enough to understand their value nonetheless. Know that you saved many lives with that today. Huvan pointed toward the axe strapped to Gragham's waist as he finished his words. Huvan nodded humbly to the praise given him by both the Captain and Gragham. When the Captain asked whether Huvan was a priest, it brought a smile to the his face. Since leaving The Circle, the druid had noted that there was a serious lack of knowledge among the inhabitants of Hearth regarding druids. The Captain seemed genuinely interested so Huvan decided to enlighten him. Not as you may know a priest to be Captain. My worship is dedicated to the nature that surrounds us. It is how I was able to call upon the water brother to help us, and how I can heal those that are injured. Speaking of which, I must be getting on with that. There are a few here that still need to be attended to. Huvan starts to make his rounds about the deck of the ship looking for those that are injured that he can help.
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10-27-2008, 04:21 PM
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Gragham grinned back at Carlyle, but his smile faltered after a moment. ”Aye, it saved us arses, an’ dat be dem truth… jus’ watch out fer yerself, aye?” He gave the rogue a worried look, then continued with his healing duties. He remembered what Father Babbet had to say about the powers that Carlyle had been given by Faun… How their dark influence might take affect him. He rolled his eyes. Carlyle was a grown man, so he was able to handle this gift on his own… besides, he knew Carlyle would only get ticked off at him if he became all meddlesome and started lecturing the rogue.
__________________When he saw the relief in the captain’s eyes, Gragham finally understood what the captain meant with his little speech. ”Well Huvan be eh druid, like he said, an’ I be eh cleric o’ Ka’Los… So aye, cap’n, dat was good, sanctioned magic ye witnessed dere. Most o’ it annehway.” He gave the captain a broad wink and lifted his holy symbol by its chain a few inches for good measure. ”Ye can reassure yer crew if it helps… we be part o’ dem good guys.” He then followed Huvan so he could help him heal the wounded. Huvan’s words were comforting. As he made his healing rounds together with the druid, he realized that Huvan had probably experienced many similar situations as a healer. It is never easy. Gragham sighed. Yes, I reckon he’s dead right on that one. It will never be easy to have this ability to heal, only to discover that you’re already too late. ”Aye, me axe. We all have us ways…” He patted the axe that his father gave him; it needed cleaning. ”Until jus’ recently, I was jus’ eh warrior. I nebber shed blood if I was able ter ‘elp it, but sumtimes ye need ter kill eh man ter save dem lives o’ odders. It nebber be easy either, but yennow… ‘tis ter eat or be eaten yerself. Like in dem wild. Though I reckon nature dun’t cheat in dem fight fer survival. It be difficult ter fight dishonourable folk like Vranq while stayin’ honourable yerself –or at least ‘s honourable as ye can be.” The dwarf shrugged and started murmuring a healing spell while laying hands on one of the wounded sailors. Once they were done, he checked with their own group who could use more healing magic –and concluded that he himself could use some more help. He chanted another prayer and felt more wounds close: thankfully Huvan had taken care of the worst of his wounds. Feeling a lot better now, he went below decks to the privacy of their cabin, along with the rest of the group. Once they were all inside with the door secured behind them, Gragham took a seat at the smallish wooden table. ”Well, as ye might ‘ve guessed, dem giants nay be yer average raidin’ party. Matter o’ fact, I reckon dey were ‘specially sent ter target us, an’ I also reckon I know who sent em…” He gave Carlyle a meaningful look and fished his pipe out of his belt pouch, wincing when a bruised collarbone protested. He then grabbed some pipe tobacco as well, found to his satisfaction that it still was dry and started to fill his pipe. ”As I said b’fore we left, it be eh dangerous undertakin’ ye agreed ter join. We ‘ave taken on sum powerful folk, as ye saw during dem Lassiter trial. I therefore chose ter withhold sum information until we were on us way, ter avoid anney poss’bility o’ vital information leakin’ out. Now ‘owever, I b’lieve ye deserve ter ‘ear dem entire story.” The dwarf paused for a moment to light his pipe, and his face glowed up faintly in the dim light of the cramped cabin. He puffed a few times to allow the smouldering leaf to take hold, listening intently for anything odd before continuing. Nothing but the waves, the creaking of wood and the occasional command from captain Trigg. ”Us first task, when Carlyle an’ meself arrived in Asylum, was ter investigate dem raids on dem ‘Ells, as ye already know. Dem lizzurdfolk were forced ter raid ships by Vranq’s orcs. We confronted em, freed dem tribe leader an’ discovered ehbout spies in dem walls o’ Asylum. Dem trail led ter dem warehouse, dem secret undehground temple an’ dem Succubus, Faun. Dem trail led us ter Whitehall Shippin’ an’ ter Lassiter. Wid Rahn’s help we managed ter set up eh trap an’ let Carter, one o’ Lassiter’s goons, steal eh copy o’ dem item dat dey ‘ave been tryin’ ter take back from us ever since we got it. By means o’ ‘ne tracking spell we managed ter follow Carlyle ter dem cave where we found dem man who was ter obtain dat item: Lassiter’s brodder, who was eh Dark Touched wizard. We managed ter kill im, but Natasha, Vranq’s firs’ lieutenant an’ an bleedin’ genius tactician, managed ter escape. Dat was dem second time she managed ter escape us, slipp’ry as ehn eel, she is… Annehway, Lassiter’s brodder an’ him possessions were dem evidence we needed: among em was eh journal filled wid lists o’ shippin’ manifests. Later dem authorities managed ter match em wid dem lists o’ raided ships which, tergether wid us testimonies, was enuff ter convict Lassiter an’ thus remove eh bad apple from dem leaders o’ Asylum. Considerin’ Lassiter’s influence, it most likely ‘as weakened Vranq’s hold on dem city, hopefully makin’ it eh much safer place now.” Gragham fell silent again and took a few moments to puff large clouds of smoke into the cabin. ”Well, up ter ‘ere ye know dem story. What ye dun’t know is what item dey wanted so badly.” He retrieved his pack, dug into its contents for a moment, softly whispered Mule in dwarven when he felt a wooden handle and pulled out the rod, together with the small cubic Stone of Alarm that had been attached to the steel headpiece. He then carefully laid the rod on the table for all to see. ”Dis be eh No’Mos communication rod. We identified it as dem former property of dem House Dracu, ehn ancient an’ powerful family, now extinct, wid ties ter dem No’Mos church. Locked in dis rod be eh message o’ great significance, or so we b’lieve. It be unlocked by means o’ eh communication diaz. As we need eh diaz dat be configured ter unlock via ehn old code –dem No’Mos church most likely ‘as changed them codes on them devices still in use, we need eh communication diaz which still be set in dem original code. Dem Dracu family was housed in Darkholme. Dey ‘ad eh communication diaz. Now ye know why we need ter go ter Darkholme.” The dwarf sat back to allow Huvan and Voodoo to digest this last bit of information for a moment. He watched the smoke drift lazily from his pipe and curl around, slowly dissipating into the hazy air above him. Then he added a final thought. ”Carlyle an’ meself managed ter escape Sharl fortress, eh dwarven stronghold which ‘ad been seized by Vranq ten years ehgo. In us flight we found dis ‘ere rod, nay knowin’ what it was back then. We still nay know much more, but if Vranq be so determined ter retrieve it, den it confirms deh probable significance o’ dem message inside. Vranq 'as 'ad him men hound us fer it, ter dis very day. He somehow found out dat we are 'ere, travellin' on dem 'Ells. Dem rod also be dem object o' desire o' dat Succubus, Faun. An' now we be headin' fer dat gods' forsaken place, Darkholme. As I said, it be eh dange'rous undehtakin' ye agreed ter join.” Last edited by Vintar; 10-27-2008 at 05:17 PM.
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#42
10-31-2008, 01:38 AM
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Huvan listened intently to the dwarf's words. As Gragham laid out the details of the larger scope of their journey, the events of the last several days started to take shape . The Elder must have had some inclination. That must be why he dispatched me so urgently. Huvan nodded as the dwarf finished speaking his thoughts. A dangerous undertaking it is indeed. If the battle with the giants is an indication of the significance of that rod, than the value of the information it holds cannot be disputed. Know that I am with you in every way I can be. I have thrown my lot in with yours to whatever end it may bring us. It is what The Circle would wish and it is what I choose. After making his proclamation, Huvan looked in Voodoo's direction, a curious look on his face, as he waited for the rogue's response to the dwarf's words. Certainly he couldn't deny the importance of their mission, no matter how pragmatic he seemed to be concerning his own path in life.
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10-31-2008, 08:33 AM
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Huvan looks to Voodoo, but is met with a blank stare. He says his name again but still nothing. It is now that everyone notices the man's eyes glazed over and just like that he falls over in his chair onto the floor past out. His companions rush to his side unknowing what had happened.
As it would turn out, while the others had been healing the crew, Voodoo had found another passenger to occupy his time. A Madame by the name of Lola Treone had been also traveling on the ship, bound for her brothel in Heaven's Gate. When the battle with the Giants was over she had sought out one of the "heroes" of the battle and thought to show her...er..um...appreciation. Unfortunately for Voodoo, she also decided to share with him a powerful new drug, which he liked very much. Too much. The drug would leave him nearly comatose for the remainder of the trip, and probably weak as a kitten for weeks beyond that unless some sort of magical healing was applied (Ability Damaged -12 con, -12 str). Restoring him was beyond Gragham's ability at this point so he would have wait until port. That same evening, the Heather Wind approached Heaven's Gate under a clear night sky, and eveyone was glad to see it. The city is much larger and spread out then Asylum and lacks many of the fortifications of the frontier town. Being on the edge of the Hells Forest makes them much less of a target for raids or attacks and this is reflected in the buildings and walls of the city. Plus, the evidence of a strong No'Mos presence is evident right away. As the ship pulls into the dock, a large fortified structure dominates the center of the port. Banners hang from all sides of the building bearing the scales emblem of No'Mos. The emblem is also emblazened on the jackets of numerous armed men, workers, and supervisors manning the docks. Another sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Asylum docks is the orderly nature of the Heaven's Gate port. Harbormaster teams approach each ship as it ports, to take inventory and log of each item and person that enters the city. After that, each ship is loaded or unloaded, as the case may be, by specialized teams that immediately put the goods on awaiting wagons bound for their assigned destination. No fuss, no mess, very orderly. Captain Trigg steps us close to the party as they make their final approach, with arms crossed. Customs. Is all he says. Gragham, Huvan, Carlyle and Voodoo all watch the movement from the ships rail, although Voodoo needs assistance from the others to help him walk and stand. This is Gragham's and Huvan's first exposure to a city under strong No'Mos influence, but something Carlyle and Voodoo know all to well. The group will be interviewed, logged and subject to spot searches. Of course, Carlyle and Voodoo both probably made a habit of slipping off the back end of the ship more often then not, but since they weren't smuggling anything in this time there didn't seem to be as much of a need. Or was there? Huh..interesting. Trigg mumbles as he nods to the roof of the No'Mos fort. There nestled in what looks like a man made nest of tree trunks is the largest eagle probably anyone has ever seen. The creature is fast asleep. Looks like dey have an inquisiter vistin'. Time: Evening Day: Toil Day Date: 14th of Wintersmonth Weather: Cold Lighting: Lanterns Conditions: Clear General Effects: None Gragham: 91/91 Carlyle: 45/45 Huvan: 56/56 Voodoo: 21/61 (-12 Str, -12 Con ability damage) Last edited by BraveSirRobin; 11-04-2008 at 10:22 PM.
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11-04-2008, 09:01 PM
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Calyle listened in as Gragham laid out the whole story to the new guys…nodding his affirmation quite often and adding only a bit here and there for clarification. Once the dwarf was done he looked at the two for their reactions. Huvan was the first to speak and as usual with those of his order, he was quite short on his response, but no matter the length the almar’s response held a dedication and a resolve to see this thing to the end.
__________________“Glad ya understand tha perils ya now face Huvan…and glad yer with us.” he gives the druid a quick nod and a small smile before looking over to Voodoo “So what’ll it be with you?” All he received was a blank stare…and then the man just fell over. Rushing over with the others he looks upon the unconscious man. Stoned out of his gourd…tha poor bastard “Well if he can’t keep his head clear then we’d be better off with out ‘im” not shy about sharing his feelings on the matter. Turning his back on the man he heads up to the deck to get some fresh air. The remainder of the trip was uneventful up until when they pulled into port. The presence of an inquisitor worried him. He had ways of getting around the normal interviews and searches from the common No’Mos official…but if they drew the attention of an Inquisitor it would be a much harder task. Looking up at the sleeping eagle he wondered if the Inquisitor’s presence had anything to do with their arrival… “Grag…we need ta be very careful, what with an Inquisitor here an’ all” he said only loud enough for those concerned to hear, also knowing that the dwarf probably didn’t need the warning.
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11-04-2008, 09:23 PM
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As the ship pulls up to Heaven's gate, Huvan finds himself absolutely taken by the city's immensity. The druid caught himself staring like a village idiot at the prettiest girl in town. He was only somewhat sure that he was able to close his gaping mouth and gather his composure before someone had eyed him. He considered the audacity of the city as it encroached on the waterway and the surrounding land. How can something be so beautiful and so awful at the same time? Among druids, Huvan was considered fairly open minded. His perception was as close to a compromise as he could make in appreciating a construct of such incredible proportions. There were many druids among The Circle that wouldn't step foot within Heaven's Gate, but Huvan's curiousity had always overridden his profession's inherent rejection of the non-natural.
__________________In spite of the depth of his thought, Huvan was aware enough to catch the Captain's words as he commented on the eagle sitting atop the No'Mos fort. An inquisitor? I'm not familiar with them. Is it something we should be wary of Captain? Last edited by Voltaire; 11-04-2008 at 09:28 PM.
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