[Game Thread] Saya's Next Challenge [Prologue] Rise of Heroes and Heroines

[The Yellow Bin]

Always review the house rule thread before you post, especially what the posting format is.

My next post will be the start of the game.

[The Yellow Bin]

Ok, we can start now.
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You could still remember the incident as if the blood is still fresh on your hands, and "corpse" on the ground non-existent as you have used most of your energy smashing it to the ground.* You don't know what came over you as you did that.* All you knew was that you were filled with rage and you went on to beat the snot out of the human.

Though that was three years ago, the memory still rings fresh in your mind.* Though you tried hard to get rid of that gruesome sight, you could not.* You returned to the tribe that you once was set to be the chief.* You saw the devastation and as if time fast forwarded like lightning, you stayed there for three years.* Rebuilding, not with people, but with the meager talents that you gathered to erect a home for yourself.* The club in your hand is all you have.* And you used it well the past three years to keep yourself alive with occasional hunts.

On this day, as you were roasting the leg of an animal, you could see far away that someone was approaching.* Though slowly, the person approaches towards your home, and stops mid step, and looks around.* As if he is puzzled about what happened to this place...

 

You have been away from Da'Allion for about two months now. You have not gone too far, fearing the worst in this desolate land. Also, the fear of never getting out of desert without running out of provisions scared you. It is good that you did not go too far, on this particular day, you have indeed run out of provisions. The last of your food is gone, and the last drop of water that you got from the oasis not too far is also gone. You probably can not stay out here too long. You swear underneath your breath, knowing full well that the best course of action is go back to Da'Allion, but you don't really want to.

Taking a good look around, there is not one soul to be seen for miles. Sighing loudly, you sat down on the hot sand, deciding what to do next...

 

You can not wait to get out of the Tundra, finally.* After years of being stuck there, finally, you have a chance to go south.* To the warmth, and the water that actually flowed instead of frozen.* The dreams that are flowing through your mind right now consists of bathing in warm water, eating in a crowded tavern full of under-dressed female halflings, and a nice warm feet bath for those feet that haven't seen the light of days all your life.* Ahh... You can't wait.

The Map,* You thought, Right, the map.* Where does it lead me?

You went about unscrolling the map, hoping to find the place will lead you south.* But lo and behold, no!* Instead, it leads you north, further north!* You can not begin to share the agony that you are feeling right now, you let out a hearty, "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !"* The weight of the disappointment makes you fall on the back, and onto the snow.*

Then footsteps behind you, you looked up and sees Anson walking towards you.* "Son?* What is it?* Don't you want to go to warmer climate?"

 

For you, the past few years have been difficult.* It is not necessarily the training that had been difficult, in fact, you breezed through it.* It was dealing with the loss of your village, and to deal with the desire for vengeance.* At first, you wanted it.* You wanted it bad.* But as you listened more and more to Kilosk, you understood that vengeance may not be the only route to your satisfaction.* The value of life, the value of every life is precious.

You remember distinctly one instance two years ago, when you were filled with rage.* Kilosk brought you man, a man who had the uniforms of the soldiers who destroyed your village.* Kilosk brought him to you because he was wounded in the Tantoran Tundra.* He was bound, and he was set in front of you.* Kilosk asked you: "What are you going to do?* Here, kill him if you wish.* But I will say this much, Ural, killing won't satisfy you one bit."* Kilosk handed you a dagger, watching your every moment.

You remember your next movement, you approached this soldier with the dagger grasped at your right hand.* You could not do it.* You could not finish the man's life.* Instead, you dropped the dagger on the ground and wept.* Kilosk moved forward and consoled you: "You can not change what happened, my boy.* You just have to make the best out of your life from now on in order not to disappoint your family."

He cut loose the soldier, healed him, and let him go.* From then on, you were able to listen and respect Kilosk tremendously.

Today, you celebrate your birth day.* Kilosk summoned you into his quarters and he said: "Ural, it has been a while since you went back to your village.* I believe you should go and see if there are anything there that you left.* What say you?"

 

Your family indeed was one of the first family in the Gnome society.* From a young age, you were accepted into the society of Saya's Trust.* Training in your home.* You have been living in Hectronar for a long time.* Hectronar was built by the current leader of the stronghold, Tito Hectronar's father, Coido Hectronar.* It is a fine stronghold.*

Your mentor and you are the only two priests in the city representing Saya's Trust.* He is an old fellow, well beyond his age.* It is believed that your mentor, Bredi Rupert was one of the first to follow Coido Hectronar to this area and settle down.* Things have been smooth lately, bordering boring for your taste.

On this particular day, Bredi summons you as you were cleaning the altar in the chapel.* "Dalkin!* I need to talk to you!* I need you to come with me, if you will, to meet with Tito Hectronar.* He wishes to see the representative of the Saya's Trust, and here, that'd be the two of us.* What do you think?* Do you want to meet the clan leader?"

 

You have known the desert all your life, and you have known the wandering nature of your clan.* It wasn't until recently that you started to wonder who you are, as the power of Man'Saya flowed within you.* You were able, at a whim, to conjure up words and minor powers would flow from your fingers.* This scared your mother at first, but realizing that it wasn't too spectacular, she backed off.*

Day by day, you realized that people were looking at you funny.* This was not the usual, She's a half elf nature.* It was more than that.* People realized that you had magical powers and they distanced you even further.* So you decided to leave home, decide to find a life for yourself.* You take whatever you can find, which was basically nothing and set off.* You weren't even out of the confines of your clan when you hear a voice from behind you.* "Ibis!"*

You turn, it was your mother.* It was a sense of relief on her face.* "You weren't even going to say good bye?"

 

You have lived in Natalie's Camp all your life.* Natalie, a former wife of the late Ranlian Manser, The Human Origin, had set up a matriarchal society just west of the river.* You have known no other place besides this one, dropped off at a young age at the doorstep of this chapel.* The Head Priestess, Seria, is like a mother to you.* She had taken you in, and tutored you.* And you have learned well.* Though strict, she is also kind.* She has also saw you as her daughter.* The two of you are the only full time priest of this chapel.* Along with other adepts who are here.

On this particular day, you have had a vision. A vision coming from Saya herself to set off toward the north, towards the hills, and beyond. You were about to ask the reason for this travel when you were woken from the dream. You decide to go to Seria for explanations.* You go about knocking on her room.

"Yes?"* A familiar voice from within calls.* You answer back naturally: "It is I, Mother Seria."

"Come in, my child."

You step into the room, a familiar room, full of paraments and figurines of what you believe Saya to look like.* Seria is sitting at her desk, going over some scrolls.* "What is it, my child?* Why have you come?"

 

Rular, a small fishing village on the east coast of Tantoran Tundra, was a gateway from the east for elves and humans alike via waterways.* Even if the gnomes nor the dwarves did not allow passage from the south, the elves and humans found their way here.* It is because of its local specialty, fish.* The special fish that people of Rular had found in one of the trips out to the sea and have kept secret to the outsiders.* Only a few knows the spawn points.* The Rularian Whale, as they call it, is a small whale that has delicate meat, if prepared right, melts in the mouth of its partaker.* The fishermen of Rular pride themselves on catching it, and the cooks pride themselves in preparing it.* You have grown up in this for your entire life.* There is not a single person in Rular that does not like the Rularian Whale.

One day, during your guard duty at the gate to this village, you look out into the vast tundra and saw a group of travelers come in.* These were different than your normal nomads or traders.* You recognize their uniforms.* They are from a stronghold to the north.* They are the Balconians, followers of a Tantoran Dwarven warlord in the area.* They stop at the gate and one of them approaches you.* "By the orders of Grale Balcon, I am here to talk to your leader.* Bring me to him."

In your experience, you have known the Balconians to be strict and ruthless to anyone who oppose them.* Your village had never had any run ins with them, some of their residents do come and buy your local delicacy once in a while.* It is strange that they are here with such an announcement.* Keven, who is here on guard duty with you says to you suggestively.* "Maybe we should bring him to Neal."

 

As one of the oldest members of the gnome society, you have garnered a reputation of a charismatic person.* Often talking and finding ways to interact with others, and your people do like you.* They flock you, and especially children.* Somehow, the tiny gnomes have found their beloved Roido more fun than their teachers.* They would often come straight to your home after school and ask you to tell them a story.* And a story you would provide about the heroes and heroines of the Great War of the Gimblenock clan.* Some of whom you have still kept your contact with.

You have gathered great wealth in your time at the Hectronar tribe in the mountain ranges, which your uncle Goido had founded.* You are well respected and often asked by your cousin Tito, first son of your uncle for counsel.* On this day, when you were in the middle of a story to the children, your servant comes with an interruption.* "Master, there is a messenger at the door.* He is here on behalf Master Tito, your cousin.* He wishes to meet you."

"Awwwwwww" The sounds came from the children, who knew that this may be the end of their fun...

 

Growing up in the Sayan desert certainly has hardened your physical ability.* Though barren, at times, it is clear to you that the world that Saya created has its beauty, even in barren lands.* This has caused you to love the desert and stayed course in Ar'shanya.* Your father left when you were young, and you were taken care of by your mother and herder friends.* You had always been a longer, wandering in your spare time in the harsh lands of Sayan Desert.* It did not bother you, no.* But instead, you grew to love the desert.

On this day, you decide to leave home.* To leave the home that you've lived for your entire life.* You had just the bare clothing on your back when you hear something from behind you.* "Zahra!"* You turn to see who it is.* It is your mother.* She had just come home from one of the caravan trips.* You had thought that you would leave her a letter, but with the letter in hand, it seems that she was about to cry.* "Zahra!* My daughter!"

 

For forty years, you have lived in the small town of Fel'Sayahel in the middle of the Thelu forest.* You have helped its residents in expanding and adding to its infrastructure.* On occasion, as with other villages and towns of Thelu Forest, you have helped the town to defend against goblin raids.* With your leadership and skill, none of those raids were successful.* This results in your reputation rising through out the forty years.* Though you are a silent type, people saw you as a shaman as some select few have seen you use the power of Man'Saya to the benefit of the townsfolk.* At first, you resisted, but after a few bouts of bandaging up common folk, your reputation grew as shaman, and many are starting to flock to you for these mundane tasks.

You knew that your time at this town would not last, but you stayed because you had no where else to go.* On this particular day, you are approached by Nithula Te'Saya Ethula, the town's leader and a respected elf by all in Fel'Sayahel, including you.* You and Nithula have met in the past, but your kinship with him is cordial at best.* He appreciates your work in the village, but you feel that perhaps he is threatened by your presence, taking away his fame and leadership ability.* He is a true politician of the sort, and approaches you with another, Cara, daughter of Nithula and one of the first people that welcomed you into the town and was instrumental to get you started.* It is no secret that she has taken a liking to you, but you are reserved around her, not wanting to deepen your relationship if you can not live up to the promise.

Nithula takes out a scroll and hands it to you.* He says: "This just came for you, I don't know how they knew you were here, but it is sealed.* It was delivered to me.* Ariavel, I know through your actions and* your demeanor,* you perhaps do not see Fel'Sayahel as your home, but know this, as long as I am here, this is your home."*

Cara, behind her father, could not help but smile and nudges her father further.

"Ah, yes."* Nithula continued to say.* "You've been here forty years, Ariavel, I believe you have earned my trust and the trust of Fel'Sayahel.* It is come to my attention that you were never wed.* My daughter is young, but she is my only child.* I give her to you if you will have her."

Cara blushes slightly behind her father, not wanting to look you straight in the eyes.

[NyteHunter]

You have been away from Da'Allion for about two months now. You have not gone too far, fearing the worst in this desolate land. Also, the fear of never getting out of desert without running out of provisions scared you. It is good that you did not go too far, on this particular day, you have indeed run out of provisions. The last of your food is gone, and the last drop of water that you got from the oasis not too far is also gone. You probably can not stay out here too long. You swear underneath your breath, knowing full well that the best course of action is go back to Da'Allion, but you don't really want to.

Taking a good look around, there is not one soul to be seen for miles. Sighing loudly, you sat down on the hot sand, deciding to look around for shade from the hot sun. Having traveled first east keeping the mountains to the south in view searching for the pass to Saya's Knowledge Tower, and a caravan route. Ta-jon now heads directly into the mountain area to hopefully find water.

[common]
Well it is time to prove to the world at large I can survive and prosper
[common]

Ta-jon says to the air around him still with humor to his voice
[elven]
*laughs lightly* Well father, if mother has told you that I intend not to return home from this trip now would be a great time to send Eddian or Isandra out to round me up before I die from no water.

after a few moments of pause

hmmm one would have thought I would have remembered the scimitar I left next to my bed for the day I left home. not the wisest of moves looking back.
[elven]

[alphawolf29]

 

As one of the oldest members of the gnome society, you have garnered a reputation of a charismatic person.* Often talking and finding ways to interact with others, and your people do like you.* They flock you, and especially children.* Somehow, the tiny gnomes have found their beloved Roido more fun than their teachers.* They would often come straight to your home after school and ask you to tell them a story.* And a story you would provide about the heroes and heroines of the Great War of the Gimblenock clan.* Some of whom you have still kept your contact with.

You have gathered great wealth in your time at the Hectronar tribe in the mountain ranges, which your uncle Goido had founded.* You are well respected and often asked by your cousin Tito, first son of your uncle for counsel.* On this day, when you were in the middle of a story to the children, your servant comes with an interruption.* "Master, there is a messenger at the door.* He is here on behalf Master Tito, your cousin.* He wishes to meet you."

"Awwwwwww" The sounds came from the children, who knew that this may be the end of their fun...

 

Ahh its alright kids, I've got to see what the lad wants, probably just the
dwarves breaking some of their tools and needing more.

Roido walks towards the messenger and greets him

Well, What've you got to tell me?

[Seth Jameson]

Rular, a small fishing village on the east coast of Tantoran Tundra, was a gateway from the east for elves and humans alike via waterways.* Even if the gnomes nor the dwarves did not allow passage from the south, the elves and humans found their way here.* It is because of its local specialty, fish.* The special fish that people of Rular had found in one of the trips out to the sea and have kept secret to the outsiders.* Only a few knows the spawn points.* The Rularian Whale, as they call it, is a small whale that has delicate meat, if prepared right, melts in the mouth of its partaker.* The fishermen of Rular pride themselves on catching it, and the cooks pride themselves in preparing it.* You have grown up in this for your entire life.* There is not a single person in Rular that does not like the Rularian Whale.

One day, during your guard duty at the gate to this village, you look out into the vast tundra and saw a group of travelers come in.* These were different than your normal nomads or traders.* You recognize their uniforms.* They are from a stronghold to the north.* They are the Balconians, followers of a Tantoran Dwarven warlord in the area.* They stop at the gate and one of them approaches you.* "By the orders of Grale Balcon, I am here to talk to your leader.* Bring me to him."

In your experience, you have known the Balconians to be strict and ruthless to anyone who oppose them.* Your village had never had any run ins with them, some of their residents do come and buy your local delicacy once in a while.* It is strange that they are here with such an announcement.* Keven, who is here on guard duty with you says to you suggestively.* "Maybe we should bring him to Neal."

Garbed in only a shirt and standard breeches with a pair of boots, Tilar's only sign of himself being of the guard was the standard shoulderpad on his right. Knowing what sort of people these were by reputation alone made his spine crawl. Tilar wasn't yellow-bellied, but he didn't want conflict. It was just this sort of thing, though, that he knew would begin a tide of events that he couldn't control. Balconians... probably wanting to overrun into our fishing network, I'll wager. Their type do seem greedy...

Tilar's thoughts weren't allowed to develope much more when he heard the one speak to him. "By the orders of Grale Balcon, I am here to talk to your leader. Bring me to him."

Tilar nodded to Keven's offer. Le' 'im know he's wanted a' tha gate. He then leans close to Keven, whispering in his ear, and covering his lips to the Balconians with his hand. Tell 'im I'll try ta keep 'em 'ere. Bu' more than likely, we'll mee' him goin' inta town, aye?

Tilar sends Keven off, then he turns to the men, nodding once and smiling cordially, though his eyes betrayed a small passing fear. Oi, I assure ya, I don' mean any form o' 'arm in askin' this, bu' woul' ya min' if'n Mis'er Neal came 'ere? He's prolly down a' tha tavern an' it won' be long, if'n ya don' mind tha wait.

 

For the sake of clarification as to my posting style when In Character: Italics are thoughts. Bolds are spoken. Bold Italics are whispers. Color text is usually another language.(The language will be specified usually just before or after what is spoken.)

And in the title of my posts, even out of combat, I will try to remember to put HP(Current/Max), AC, F/R/W Saves, and Initiative.

[Klionheart]

Originally Posted by The Yellow Bin

 

Your family indeed was one of the first family in the Gnome society.* From a young age, you were accepted into the society of Saya's Trust.* Training in your home.* You have been living in Hectronar for a long time.* Hectronar was built by the current leader of the stronghold, Tito Hectronar's father, Coido Hectronar.* It is a fine stronghold.*

Your mentor and you are the only two priests in the city representing Saya's Trust.* He is an old fellow, well beyond his age.* It is believed that your mentor, Bredi Rupert was one of the first to follow Coido Hectronar to this area and settle down.* Things have been smooth lately, bordering boring for your taste.

On this particular day, Bredi summons you as you were cleaning the altar in the chapel.* "Dalkin!* I need to talk to you!* I need you to come with me, if you will, to meet with Tito Hectronar.* He wishes to see the representative of the Saya's Trust, and here, that'd be the two of us.* What do you think?* Do you want to meet the clan leader?"

A day like many others finds young Delkin alone in the Hectronar chapel, cleaning an already spotless altar just for the sake of having something to do. As life in Hectronar is very quiet for everyone, there is not much that a priest like him can do, beside the occasional wedding or the devout farmer who wants his water blessed.
Sometimes he still goes hunting with his father and brothers, but even that is not very enjoyable nowadays as they don't like him making friends among the trading dwarfs, and constantly let it be known in what Delkin can only see as petty bigotry.

Anyway, here he is now, wishing something new would happen, and in fact half-hoping that the steps he hears behind him are from someone who has somehow injured himself. At least he would be able to practice his abilities. Instead it's just Bredi, but with interesting news. "Tito? I've met him. Well, sort of, it was more my father meeting him and me listening in the back but...wait, what did you say? He wants to see us? Do you know why?"

 

My posting conventions are basically the same as Seth...so Normal Black are actions and descriptions, Italics are thoughts(I try to limit writing those and prefer visible clues instead, but there could be some). Bolds are spoken. Bold Italics are whispers. As for other languages: Orange is Gnomish, and Sienna is Dwarven I will follow the color codes from the houserule thread, but it should also be obvious by the contest.

[LaydeeD]

 

Growing up in the Sayan desert certainly has hardened your physical ability.* Though barren, at times, it is clear to you that the world that Saya created has its beauty, even in barren lands.* This has caused you to love the desert and stayed course in Ar'shanya.* Your father left when you were young, and you were taken care of by your mother and herder friends.* You had always been a longer, wandering in your spare time in the harsh lands of Sayan Desert.* It did not bother you, no.* But instead, you grew to love the desert.

On this day, you decide to leave home.* To leave the home that you've lived for your entire life.* You had just the bare clothing on your back when you hear something from behind you.* "Zahra!"* You turn to see who it is.* It is your mother.* She had just come home from one of the caravan trips.* You had thought that you would leave her a letter, but with the letter in hand, it seems that she was about to cry.* "Zahra!* My daughter!"

Zahra felt her heart constrict painfully. She had been dreading this meeting, not from fear but love. Seeing her mother's tears as she left Ar'shanya was not something she wanted to remember every time her mind harkened to home.
With arms widened, she stepped forward and embraced her, inhaling her scent in deeply for the last time. "You know that I must, Mother, otherwise I shall not be able to earn my name." Stepping back, she looked to the ground, and continued in a steady voice, "I feel...restless though, as if Saya herself is calling me to go beyond this land."

[CanadianBacon X]

Originally Posted by The Yellow Bin

 

You can not wait to get out of the Tundra, finally.* After years of being stuck there, finally, you have a chance to go south.* To the warmth, and the water that actually flowed instead of frozen.* The dreams that are flowing through your mind right now consists of bathing in warm water, eating in a crowded tavern full of under-dressed female halflings, and a nice warm feet bath for those feet that haven't seen the light of days all your life.* Ahh... You can't wait.

The Map,* You thought, Right, the map.* Where does it lead me?

You went about unscrolling the map, hoping to find the place will lead you south.* But lo and behold, no!* Instead, it leads you north, further north!* You can not begin to share the agony that you are feeling right now, you let out a hearty, "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !"* The weight of the disappointment makes you fall on the back, and onto the snow.*

Then footsteps behind you, you looked up and sees Anson walking towards you.* "Son?* What is it?* Don't you want to go to warmer climate?"

Norian sits up and turns his head towards Anson's voice. "Of course I want to get out of here but, this stupid map just shows me that there is more arctic, which means there is more cold, which also means there is more snow!"

Norian incoherently mumbles under his voice about how much he hates snow. He then picks himself up off the ground and brushes the snow off of his shoulders. "I guess I just wasn't meant to leave this place and we'll probably have to live the rest of my life in this Arctic, wasting my life away making fur clothes all day... No offense An." Norian opens up the map to confirm that it just shows more north but before he could do that he realizes something. "Wait a second... Why did you follow me An?"

[awesomeguy]

 

You could still remember the incident as if the blood is still fresh on your hands, and "corpse" on the ground non-existent as you have used most of your energy smashing it to the ground.* You don't know what came over you as you did that.* All you knew was that you were filled with rage and you went on to beat the snot out of the human.

Though that was three years ago, the memory still rings fresh in your mind.* Though you tried hard to get rid of that gruesome sight, you could not.* You returned to the tribe that you once was set to be the chief.* You saw the devastation and as if time fast forwarded like lightning, you stayed there for three years.* Rebuilding, not with people, but with the meager talents that you gathered to erect a home for yourself.* The club in your hand is all you have.* And you used it well the past three years to keep yourself alive with occasional hunts.

On this day, as you were roasting the leg of an animal, you could see far away that someone was approaching.* Though slowly, the person approaches towards your home, and stops mid step, and looks around.* As if he is puzzled about what happened to this place...

Who you? Thrull asks. Not trusting the man approaching he grasps his club, stands up and takes a step towards the man.

OOC Dice Initiative: (as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code) d20+1: (10) + 1 Total = 11

[Hunter Noventa]

 

The young redheaded half-elf had thought to slip away into nothing, she'd packed simple things, cltohing, water, food. She had left a smallnot e where her mother would find it, but at the sound of her voice she stopped, looking over her shoulder at the elegant woman who had raised her. A weak smile crossed her lips, her voice low and shaky as she replied in the flowing elvish tongue, which came more naturally to the girl, espeically when speaking to her mother. "I...thought it better this way. I did write down my reasons...but I think you know them anyway."

The younger woman fully turned around, stepping up to her mother to embrace her, fighting back tears. "I've seen how everyone looks to me, it's only become worse lately. I...I'll try to stay in touch momma..." Momma, something the woman hadn't called her upbringer in years, but she was simply too emotional to say much else. "...and I'll miss you..."

[Nexin]

Originally Posted by The Yellow Bin

 

You have lived in Natalie's Camp all your life.* Natalie, a former wife of the late Ranlian Manser, The Human Origin, had set up a matriarchal society just west of the river.* You have known no other place besides this one, dropped off at a young age at the doorstep of this chapel.* The Head Priestess, Seria, is like a mother to you.* She had taken you in, and tutored you.* And you have learned well.* Though strict, she is also kind.* She has also saw you as her daughter.* The two of you are the only full time priest of this chapel.* Along with other adepts who are here.

On this particular day, you have had a vision. A vision coming from Saya herself to set off toward the north, towards the hills, and beyond. You were about to ask the reason for this travel when you were woken from the dream. You decide to go to Seria for explanations.* You go about knocking on her room.

"Yes?"* A familiar voice from within calls.* You answer back naturally: "It is I, Mother Seria."

"Come in, my child."

You step into the room, a familiar room, full of paraments and figurines of what you believe Saya to look like.* Seria is sitting at her desk, going over some scrolls.* "What is it, my child?* Why have you come?"

Bree enters room respectfully. Her demeanor gentle and slow. She approaches the desk of Seria and explains why she is here. [b]"Mother Seria, I had a dream. I had a dream from what I believe to be Saya herself. I was in the middle of the hills, much like the hills in the Bren Hills. And I was protecting and healing the halflings. And I was happy. When I woke up, I couldn't get this off of my mind. That's why I'm here. I love this place, but I don't know if this is a calling from Saya herself."

[The Yellow Bin]

Originally Posted by NyteHunter

Ta-jon now heads directly into the mountain area to hopefully find water.

[common]
Well it is time to prove to the world at large I can survive and prosper
[common]

Ta-jon says to the air around him still with humor to his voice
[elven]
*laughs lightly* Well father, if mother has told you that I intend not to return home from this trip now would be a great time to send Eddian or Isandra out to round me up before I die from no water.

after a few moments of pause

hmmm one would have thought I would have remembered the scimitar I left next to my bed for the day I left home. not the wisest of moves looking back.
[elven]

Indeed, it would have been better for you not to leave Da'Allion at all. Almost regretting the decision, you decide to keep on trekking, back to the last known place that you know there are water present. Luckily, for your sake, you do get back. But when you get there, you see someone who is near the oasis, with his hands cupping water out of the water source and washing himself, drinking its contents.

The man is burly, and sandy, possibly from travel. He is well-armed, and there is a camel next to him. It looks like he's been traveling for a while. He does not notice you.

Originally Posted by alphawolf29

 

Ahh its alright kids, I've got to see what the lad wants, probably just the
dwarves breaking some of their tools and needing more.

Roido walks towards the messenger and greets him

Well, What've you got to tell me?

The messenger was respectful, knowing full well that this was the tribal leader's cousin. He bows slightly. "The leader wishes to see you to have your counsel on an urgent matter. If you would, sir, follow me?"

Originally Posted by Seth Jameson

Garbed in only a shirt and standard breeches with a pair of boots, Tilar's only sign of himself being of the guard was the standard shoulderpad on his right. Knowing what sort of people these were by reputation alone made his spine crawl. Tilar wasn't yellow-bellied, but he didn't want conflict. It was just this sort of thing, though, that he knew would begin a tide of events that he couldn't control. Balconians... probably wanting to overrun into our fishing network, I'll wager. Their type do seem greedy...

Tilar's thoughts weren't allowed to develope much more when he heard the one speak to him. "By the orders of Grale Balcon, I am here to talk to your leader. Bring me to him."

Tilar nodded to Keven's offer. Le' 'im know he's wanted a' tha gate. He then leans close to Keven, whispering in his ear, and covering his lips to the Balconians with his hand. Tell 'im I'll try ta keep 'em 'ere. Bu' more than likely, we'll mee' him goin' inta town, aye?

Tilar sends Keven off, then he turns to the men, nodding once and smiling cordially, though his eyes betrayed a small passing fear. Oi, I assure ya, I don' mean any form o' 'arm in askin' this, bu' woul' ya min' if'n Mis'er Neal came 'ere? He's prolly down a' tha tavern an' it won' be long, if'n ya don' mind tha wait.

The Balconians didn't seem too keen on the restrictions. They were about to object when Keven came back with Neal. Neal, a warrior to his own right was quick to diffuse the situation. "What does the leader of Balconians wish to discuss with a small fishing village?"

The Balconian guard leader steps forward and hands Neal a letter. A sealed letter is all you can see. Neal frowned and took the letter without opening it. The Balconians said to Neal. "My leader says you should answer him within three days."

Neal nods and the travelers went away. Neal took the letter and opened it. He sighed loudly. He says to you and Keven. "I need to talk to you two, and all of your men. Quickly. Go gather all of the able body fighters that we have."

Originally Posted by Klionheart

A day like many others finds young Delkin alone in the Hectronar chapel, cleaning an already spotless altar just for the sake of having something to do. As life in Hectronar is very quiet for everyone, there is not much that a priest like him can do, beside the occasional wedding or the devout farmer who wants his water blessed.
Sometimes he still goes hunting with his father and brothers, but even that is not very enjoyable nowadays as they don't like him making friends among the trading dwarfs, and constantly let it be known in what Delkin can only see as petty bigotry.

Anyway, here he is now, wishing something new would happen, and in fact half-hoping that the steps he hears behind him are from someone who has somehow injured himself. At least he would be able to practice his abilities. Instead it's just Bredi, but with interesting news. "Tito? I've met him. Well, sort of, it was more my father meeting him and me listening in the back but...wait, what did you say? He wants to see us? Do you know why?"

Bredi said very excitedly. "He wants to discuss something very important with us. Besides, it's our chance to get to the castle. Come, you don't get many of these chances too often. Put on your best clothes, or... the one that you've washed recently. Let's go going as quickly as possible."

Bredi waits for you to get ready...

Originally Posted by LaydeeD

Zahra felt her heart constrict painfully. She had been dreading this meeting, not from fear but love. Seeing her mother's tears as she left Ar'shanya was not something she wanted to remember every time her mind harkened to home.
With arms widened, she stepped forward and embraced her, inhaling her scent in deeply for the last time. "You know that I must, Mother, otherwise I shall not be able to earn my name." Stepping back, she looked to the ground, and continued in a steady voice, "I feel...restless though, as if Saya herself is calling me to go beyond this land."

Your mother could not bear to let you go at the least bit. She knew this day had to come, but still, she had to cope with it. "I knew it. You have your father's spirit within you. I knew this day would come."

She sighed deeply and waved you back into the village. She says to you in a quiet tone. "Then I need to give you something. Come, my child. I promise I won't keep you any longer after I have shown you this. Let's go back home."

Originally Posted by CanadianBacon X

Norian sits up and turns his head towards Anson's voice. "Of course I want to get out of here but, this stupid map just shows me that there is more arctic, which means there is more cold, which also means there is more snow!"

Norian incoherently mumbles under his voice about how much he hates snow. He then picks himself up off the ground and brushes the snow off of his shoulders. "I guess I just wasn't meant to leave this place and we'll probably have to live the rest of my life in this Arctic, wasting my life away making fur clothes all day... No offense An." Norian opens up the map to confirm that it just shows more north but before he could do that he realizes something. "Wait a second... Why did you follow me An?"

Anson bursts out in laughter. He points at the map and could not control his laughing. Finally, after about a good thirty seconds of laughing, he says to you. "Oh! The irony in that. What do you plan to do? You're not prepared to go north yet!"

Originally Posted by awesomeguy

Who you? Thrull asks. Not trusting the man approaching he grasps his club, stands up and takes a step towards the man.

The man saw Thrull coming towards him and he stopped. He uncovers the hood that was covering his head and peeked at Thrull. "You are Thrull. You are Raul's son. You are the son of the previous chief. What happened here?"

Originally Posted by Hunter Noventa

 

The young redheaded half-elf had thought to slip away into nothing, she'd packed simple things, cltohing, water, food. She had left a smallnot e where her mother would find it, but at the sound of her voice she stopped, looking over her shoulder at the elegant woman who had raised her. A weak smile crossed her lips, her voice low and shaky as she replied in the flowing elvish tongue, which came more naturally to the girl, espeically when speaking to her mother. "I...thought it better this way. I did write down my reasons...but I think you know them anyway."

The younger woman fully turned around, stepping up to her mother to embrace her, fighting back tears. "I've seen how everyone looks to me, it's only become worse lately. I...I'll try to stay in touch momma..." Momma, something the woman hadn't called her upbringer in years, but she was simply too emotional to say much else. "...and I'll miss you..."

The older elf embraced her daughter as tightly as she could. She had seen the eyes. She had seen the stares. Even though she denied their existence, some part of her really didn't want to deal with it. Her father was a decent man, it was a mistake some years ago, but still, it didn't mattered. The half elf in front of her was her daughter. No matter what, she had to care for her. She said. "I understand, my child. But you should know something about your father. Come with me, my daughter..."

She waits for you, as she is leading you back to your home.

Originally Posted by Nexin

Bree enters room respectfully. Her demeanor gentle and slow. She approaches the desk of Seria and explains why she is here. "Mother Seria, I had a dream. I had a dream from what I believe to be Saya herself. I was in the middle of the hills, much like the hills in the Bren Hills. And I was protecting and healing the halflings. And I was happy. When I woke up, I couldn't get this off of my mind. That's why I'm here. I love this place, but I don't know if this is a calling from Saya herself."

Seria was not at all pleased. She is going to lose her only pupil and aid in this area? But this was a dream, perhaps a sign from Saya herself. She just asks. "Are you certain of this? She wants you to go north? Is that what you want to do?"

[LaydeeD]

Your mother could not bear to let you go at the least bit. She knew this day had to come, but still, she had to cope with it. "I knew it. You have your father's spirit within you. I knew this day would come."

She sighed deeply and waved you back into the village. She says to you in a quiet tone. "Then I need to give you something. Come, my child. I promise I won't keep you any longer after I have shown you this. Let's go back home."

She bit back her grimace at the mention of her father. At best, ambivalent at the elf who had left her mother and her, there was a small part of her that could not forget or forgive his abandonment. Never mind, that she was happy with her mother and Tho'rin and Zo'rin.

Hesitantly, she nodded in agreement and followed her mother. Most of her belongings would have been ill used on the journey and in the end, she had decided on leaving with what she wore.

[LuckyLukin]

Originally Posted by The Yellow Bin

 

For forty years, you have lived in the small town of Fel'Sayahel in the middle of the Thelu forest.* You have helped its residents in expanding and adding to its infrastructure.* On occasion, as with other villages and towns of Thelu Forest, you have helped the town to defend against goblin raids.* With your leadership and skill, none of those raids were successful.* This results in your reputation rising through out the forty years.* Though you are a silent type, people saw you as a shaman as some select few have seen you use the power of Man'Saya to the benefit of the townsfolk.* At first, you resisted, but after a few bouts of bandaging up common folk, your reputation grew as shaman, and many are starting to flock to you for these mundane tasks.

You knew that your time at this town would not last, but you stayed because you had no where else to go.* On this particular day, you are approached by Nithula Te'Saya Ethula, the town's leader and a respected elf by all in Fel'Sayahel, including you.* You and Nithula have met in the past, but your kinship with him is cordial at best.* He appreciates your work in the village, but you feel that perhaps he is threatened by your presence, taking away his fame and leadership ability.* He is a true politician of the sort, and approaches you with another, Cara, daughter of Nithula and one of the first people that welcomed you into the town and was instrumental to get you started.* It is no secret that she has taken a liking to you, but you are reserved around her, not wanting to deepen your relationship if you can not live up to the promise.

Nithula takes out a scroll and hands it to you.* He says: "This just came for you, I don't know how they knew you were here, but it is sealed.* It was delivered to me.* Ariavel, I know through your actions and* your demeanor,* you perhaps do not see Fel'Sayahel as your home, but know this, as long as I am here, this is your home."*

Cara, behind her father, could not help but smile and nudges her father further.

"Ah, yes."* Nithula continued to say.* "You've been here forty years, Ariavel, I believe you have earned my trust and the trust of Fel'Sayahel.* It is come to my attention that you were never wed.* My daughter is young, but she is my only child.* I give her to you if you will have her."

Cara blushes slightly behind her father, not wanting to look you straight in the eyes.

Aravel knew the proposal was coming for a while. Cara was attractive by anyone's standards with her golden locks neatly pleated in elaborate braids, and eyes that matched the blue of the sky on a clear day. He, however, was not interested in her. In fact he had turned away every girl that had proposed to him. Love was not something he had in his heart, not any more.

After taking the scroll and quickly glancing over the seal he moved closer to Cara. Placing his right hand under her chin and lifting her face so that she would look straight into his eyes. The blush spread across her cheeks and he could practically see her fantasy playing out in her mind. However, he had no intention of fulfilling anyone's fantasy so with that he turned and began walking down the well-trodden dirt path towards his house.
The disappointment was almost audible.

Now he turned his attention to the scroll.
The seal seemed familiar but he couldn't truly place it. So instead of wrecking his brains for where he had seen the seal before he unsealed it and started reading.

[Seth Jameson]

The Balconians didn't seem too keen on the restrictions. They were about to object when Keven came back with Neal. Neal, a warrior to his own right was quick to diffuse the situation. "What does the leader of Balconians wish to discuss with a small fishing village?"

The Balconian guard leader steps forward and hands Neal a letter. A sealed letter is all you can see. Neal frowned and took the letter without opening it. The Balconians said to Neal. "My leader says you should answer him within three days."

Neal nods and the travelers went away. Neal took the letter and opened it. He sighed loudly. He says to you and Keven. "I need to talk to you two, and all of your men. Quickly. Go gather all of the able body fighters that we have."

Tilar nods to Neal. Keven, ya take tha south an' wes' homes. An' also ya may wan' ta check tha' temple fer some pries's or somethin'. I'll run tha north homes an' tha docks, alon' with tha tavern an' forge. I will also be sure ta sto' at tha stores fer anyone. We'll mee' back 'ere with tha men. Without wiating for a reply, Tilar heads off at a brisk pace. His thoughts don't go anywhere. He checks every house on the northern part of the settlement, and he scans the docks for local residents - asking every able bodied man to report to the gate - before searching around the town for the rest of the guards. His last stop is the smithy, where he approaches his father.

Oi, da'. I'm sorry ta disturb ya, bu' Neal's callin' the able bodied to tha gate. Balconians were jus' 'ere, an' I though' ya migh' want ta be there fer wha's abou' ta 'appen.

Once his father either agrees or disagrees to come along, Tilar leaves, not saying anything else, save a simple Than' ya, da' before returning to the gate.