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Chapter 1: A Rock and a Hard Place.
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
But, without Consistency, you'll never finish!" Last edited by Reliq0770; Dec 5th, 2020 at 08:23 AM. |
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"Taro'gaan, who built the rafts, you are remembered.
Ombaal, who befriended the bear, you are remembered. Shosh, whom the spirits clove in twain, you are remembered." The tattooed and bone-bedecked orc man had come to the forest looking like death. He didn't look much different from that now, weeks later, but he somehow seemed better despite that fact. He had offered his few goods and what little strength was left in his body to a goblin farmer on the edge of the woods, and in return the little creature had furnished him with room, board, and directions deeper into the forest. He was happened upon by the first worg patrol of the day, his hands outstretched in a gesture of peace, a sack of fresh meat hung from one elbow as a gesture of goodwill toward the riders and their mounts. "Tuul'rort, who ate the creatures of the dirt, you are remembered. Grakka, who fell in frenzy upon the tor-Gabaaz, you are remembered. Little Damba, who walked only in your parents' dreams, you are remembered." He fell upon his knees and wept when he saw the old castle and the veritable city that was growing out of it. The flurry of activity and the melange of peoples overwhelmed him and his senses, after so many weeks spent creeping along in forlorn or worried solitude. He likened it to fresh flora and fungi growing from the rot and bleached bones of death. Rarely did he ever do things hastily, but he swore loyalty to the warlord and entered her service on that same day. That same night was the first time anyone heard the litany of bone-naming which was all too familiar for some people now, weeks later. "Hruunta, who was drowned by Och'il, you are remembered. Och'il, who was drowned in kind by the elders, you are remembered." After months of vagrancy and relative destitution in the wilderness, menial labor was no difficult thing to throw himself into. He worked his hands to blistering, and kept quiet and out of the way when he wasn't doing his 'remembering'. Resocialization was a bigger challenge for him, especially now that he was dealing with peoples of different tribes, customs, and gods. More than once, he had misread a social cue and stuck out painfully for it- on one occasion, he mistook an invitation to arm-wrestle as a challenge to a duel to the death. He would have lost to the half-ogre in question in either case, but he was more embarrassed than anything else. There was no end to his apologetic bows in those early days. "Garib, who was known to the goblins, you are remembered. Chort, who hammered the copper, you are remembered. Mi'hruu, who raced always with Daz'kar, you are remembered." But he was getting better. He had drawn the cordial curiosity of a handful of the other Ingeroto immigrants, if not their outright friendship, and he was beginning to feel something approximating confidence in his abilities again- or at least his ability to sweep and move junk around. And that was precisely what he was doing that day, after the heaviest and most valuable items had been lifted and moved out for later storage. He held a reed broom in his hands, and raked it vigorously over the floor and along the corners of that room, scraping up a pile of cobwebs and debris. As he worked, his eyes roved over the bones that decorated the backs of his hands and forearms. As they landed on each, he spoke remembrance to it in a low hushed croak, and then moved on to the next. "Tla'zan, whose foot found the rare viper, you are remembered. Esheb, who thundered upon the drums, you are re-" The tremor shook him terribly, breaking his concentration on the list of the named dead. But he had been standing in a wide stance as he swept, and with a hand braced against the far wall, the orc managed not to fall over. For long seconds after the collapse, he remained perfectly still, and as quiet as he could be, as if any movement could lead to further destruction. He also took that time to get his panicked breathing down, more to save face than to conserve potentially limited air, and to let his eyes adjust to the deepened darkness. "We are fine. I will help move the stones." He answered Dagg's call as he padded over to the center of the room and dropped the broom that was still clutched in his fists. "... Gristle is also well, it seems." He continued in a more deadpan tone. Then he gently snapped his fingers toward the pleasantly chattering kobold, and tried to discourage him from building himself a nest then and there. "Shh. Now is not the time, little one." He tried to settle the kobold down like one would a child- or a pet dog. "We might still die in here, we have to be careful... Shh." After a few moments, the orc furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the hint of lesser darkness by the collapsed doorway. He opened opened his mouth up and cocked his head to one side, jaw moving slightly. "... Shh! Quiet!" He hissed at everyone, not only the bard. "Listen... do you hear bloodshed?"
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Status: Down With a Fever. The Reunion Tour Nobody Asked For. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh - Bau Last edited by Strangemund; Dec 3rd, 2020 at 03:09 PM. |
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Characters: Del Corgan • Iris Kettering • Caleb Shaw • Deirdre Venteuse • John Alias Last edited by hafrogman; Feb 3rd, 2021 at 03:01 PM. |
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. Last edited by Pseudonymous; Dec 3rd, 2020 at 04:29 PM. |
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"Kill them all!" Last edited by jbear; Dec 5th, 2020 at 11:03 AM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
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"Kill them all!" Last edited by jbear; Dec 7th, 2020 at 04:20 PM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. Last edited by Pseudonymous; Dec 8th, 2020 at 05:44 PM. |
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Characters: Del Corgan • Iris Kettering • Caleb Shaw • Deirdre Venteuse • John Alias Last edited by hafrogman; Feb 3rd, 2021 at 03:01 PM. |
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Status: Down With a Fever. The Reunion Tour Nobody Asked For. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh - Bau Last edited by Strangemund; Dec 8th, 2020 at 11:02 AM. |
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