Moving on
Subject: Moving on
Flint gives the party an hour or so to help however then can. Ragnar, Harp and Kal spend most of their time doing what healing they can. All of the survivors are wounded in some way. Many have broken bones from buildings collapsing on them while others have far worse. Any one caught outside during the storm has serious acid burns over most of their bodies. The two healers are unable to heal the worst of the wounds, but they are able to alleviate much of the pain. They are just about done when they hear Mund and Ally cry for help.
The two clerics and Kal rush to where the two humans are. They find Mund trying to lift a great beam off a collapsed pile of wood, what looks to have once been a store of some sort. Ally tells them "Sysyphys says that there is someone alive under all this. We need to get the beam off so we can get in there." Harp and Ragnar rush up to help Mund with the beam. Putting their backs under the beam all three of them heave with all their might. The huge log barely moves. Sweat running down their faces Harp turns to Kal "Do you have that spell of strength still prepared?" Kal nods yes. "Now would be a good time to use it. Cast it on me. There is not enough room in here for more than us three." Kal nods and chants the strength spell. He touches Harp when he is done and Harp feels the power surge through him.
"Now, one, two, three!!" Harp yells and the three lift again. The beam moves further this time. Ally scrambles on the ground, trying to get into the small hole that has opened up. He worms his way in but stops short. "It's not enough. I can't get hold of whoever is in there." Mund growls "Damn it, I'm not letting them druids get another body. Not if I can help it." Mund roars with frustration. The sound is animalistic, beastly. Suddenly the beam shifts another few inches. "That's got it" Ally yells as he wriggles his way under the debris. A muffled "I've got him" comes to the three. "Hurry up, I can't keep this up forever" is Mund's strained reply. Seconds later Ally backs out of the hole, dragging a young boy with him.
The young boy is in surprisingly good shape. A bit roughed up, but the pile of fallen timbers has protected him from exposure to the elements. He is hungry and thirsty, but only has minor cuts and bruises. As Ally leads him over to one of the druids, the dwarf, the ½ orc and the human collapse onto the pile slowly recovering from their efforts. Ragnar turns to Mund "I want to thank you for this small victory against what was done to Bodentown." Mund grunts, not sure how to respond to this thanks. "Sure, no problem."
Flint and Salix ride up a few minutes later, Ally already on his horse next to them. "We need to leave in the next few minutes if we are to get the gem today. Kal and the other three nod and soon the party is mounted and on the road again. They ride at an easy gallop for the first hour, reaching the edge of the woods. They move slower the next hour as they move deeper into the woods. Just around noon, they hear a familiar sound, that of a waterfall. Within 15 minutes the party finds themselves at the base pool of a large waterfall. Not as large or as powerful as the one they had seen at the headwaters of the Rushing River, but still good sized. "Gather all of your gear. We will not be riding back from here." As the party gathers their gear, Flint speaks to all of the horses. His stallion knickers ascent and leads the other horses back west, towards where the druids had set up camp.
"What you are about to see, normally only Fathers and Mothers of the Order see. They are brought here to be initiated into Fatherhood or Motherhood. Now, please join hands and follow me. GreenBrother Salix, bring up the rear. Flint leads the party up a winding path that follows the side of the pool and goes up to the side of the falls. Over the roaring crash of the waterfall Flint yells "When we go through the falls, do not let go of the next person in line." Flint then turns back to the sheet of water and starts to chant. As he does a strange shimmer starts to form within the falling water. Seconds later a silvery door or opening can be seen with in the falls. Flint motions the party forward, and hand on shoulders they follow him into the falls.
The thundering sound and pounding force of the falls disorients the party members. It takes them a few seconds to realize that they are not in some dark, wet cave behind the falls, but in front of another set of falls. The sun has moved in the sky and is now much lower in the eastern sky. It appears to be mid morning instead of noon. "Come this way" Flint says, leading them to a green grassed path that leads down from this new falls. The surrounding area is as different as night and day. This woods looks almost pristine. There are no dead trees, everything is green and growing. As they look out from where they are they can see that they are on one edge of a round valley, almost a caldera, surrounded by high mountains. The bowl looks to be a couple of miles across and a sylvan scene spreads out below them.
Salix gasps and points to the middle of the bowl. It takes the others a few seconds to realize what they are seeing. It is a tree, but not just any tree. It looks to be several hundred feet high, easily the tallest tree any of them have ever seen. Also, it is not built like most tall trees, skinny and thin. This tree is almost as broad as it is tall. "This is the WorldTree. As far as we can tell, it has been growing here since the start of the world. We think that the world might end if it ever died. It is the father of all trees." The awe in his voice is obvious. The party is startled when a voice rings out "In the name of the WorldTree, who passes?"
OODM: Any commentary or role playing is allowed. I might write more tonight.
From: Karl
Subject: Moving on
Well, Salix will defer to Flint.
From: Porter
Subject: Moving on
Mund hadn't cared two whits when the druids had looked at him funny for carrying an axe into their forest, but now, in the presence of the WorldTree, Mund wishes he didn't have a couple of axes strapped to his waist.
Down in the valley
Subject: Turn
Ok if everyone is in such awe of my descriptive writing, I will continue. :)
From: Mark
Subject: Down in the valley
"Peace T'Hal" Flint's voice responds "I am Flint, Mountain Father of the Great North Woods. I bring news of the passing of Acer, StormFather of the Great North Woods." From the surrounding undergrowth walks a centaur. The centaur makes an elaborate bow, a combination of hands and hoof. "You are known to us, Flint. The news you bear of Acer is sorely heard. Acer was a good friend to the Herd of the Tree. When there is time, you must tell us of his manner of passing. But I sense other need in you, for you have others with you, many of which do not bear the scent of druids. What is you purpose in the Valley of the Tree?"
Flint returns the bow as best he can. It has an obvious adjustment to it so that humans are able to make the gestures. "You are known to me, T'Hal. I will give the Stallion my story. My purpose is central to the Tree. I will tell the Stallion alone." Flint's voice has a hint that T'Hal has overstepped his bounds a bit. Flint continues "These others are the reason I am here. I will vouch for them, by the word of the Council." T'Hal seems to accept this. "Follow me then." He whistles, and a dozen centaurs, all armed with greatbows step out of the woods. T'Hal turns to one of them "K'Tan, you and your flight, stay on guard. I will take the rest and escort these guests to the Stallion." K'Tan nods and calls out several names. Five of the centaurs walk over and join him. They all give T'Hal the same bow and move off.
"Flint" T'Hal says "let us go. It is a fair distance for those with two legs." There is a slight joking tone to T'Hal's voice. "P'tau you are lead" T'Hal says. A young centaur canters to the front of the group and takes up position. Four more centaurs take their place on each side of the party and one brings up the rear. T'Hal stays with the party. "MountainFather Flint, what can you tell us of the outside world?" T'Hal asks. As the party and their escort start down the winding path, Flint fills the centaur in on events in the world. Flint seems to have knowledge of things happening from around the world, and his grasp of world events is surprising to everyone but Salix. When Ally gives him a raised eye, Salix whispers "People will say almost anything in front of animals. Druids make pretty good spies." He grins, but Ally is deep in thought at the comment.
Over the next two hours the party is led through the surrounding woods. Salix stares in wonder for he has never seen woods like this. All the trees are healthy; the floor of the woods has almost no underbrush, the limbs of the larger trees all start at about 9 feet off the ground, a foot or so above the heads of the centaurs. When Flint takes a break from telling T'Hal about what is happening in the world, Salix asks him about this place and the centaurs.
"Ages ago" Flint says "When the first druids found this place and realized what it was, they decided that it should be guarded by the creatures of the forest. They asked for volunteers from the herds and an elite force was selected. Other forest creatures that have shown love and respect for nature have also been asked to help guard the Tree. Through out these woods you will find Treants, dryads, and any number of other creatures, whose sole purpose is to protect the Tree. They understand that it is a lifetime duty and that they may never go back. They have had centuries to prepare for the defense. You would not want to lead an army through these woods."
He looks around "The Herd knows the ground so well that I have seen them gallop through the woods at full speed on the darkest of nights. They have dead falls and ambushes you would never see until they fell upon you. There are covered pits and other traps that have been years in the making and hiding." T'Hal laughs a short laugh "We spend weeks showing new colts where not to play."
It looks to be about noon local time, but the party's stomachs tell them that it has been longer for them. T'Hal leads them into a large clearing. There are several large buildings around the outside edge of the clearing, most of them stalls. There are centaurs moving about, doing chores. Some look to be preparing food, some are cleaning out stalls, others are working on a new building. As they walk up T'Hal calls out "Summon the Stallion, MountainFather Flint requests to talk with him." A young centaur hurries off. Flint turns to the party "Have any of you met a centaur stallion before?"
The group as a whole shakes their heads no. "Alright, listen up. Let me do the talking. While we have an alliance with him, I am new to my position. That might cause problems, but I hope it will not. Just keep quiet, unless spoken directly to. The Stallion is the alpha male here and he will try and establish dominance. Don't let him. Any questions?"
OODM: Any comments from the party
From: Kevin
Subject: Down in the valley
Other than the fact that we are all sort of feeling out of place??? I mean, c'mon... Centaur, and huge trees, and stallions???
Harp is keeping his mouth shut and trying to keep an ear out on what Flint is tellingT'Hal.
From: Kevin
Subject: Treasure splitting
OOC: Guys, we are going to want to start thinking about how we split things when we get back to the main town. My guess is that Mund is going to want to keep that niffty axe that almost cut him in half. It is probably pretty valuable, so we may struggle keeping things relatively even, unless that jeweled cup ends up being really valuable. I know we got some swords, that dagger, and the mace the 1/2 orc ranger had, so we will have to wait, but start think about if we want to sell or try to use anything.
From: Porter
Subject: Treasure splitting
Well, let's wait and see what we've got first. We might end up selling most of it.
Also, Mund might claim Alley's share of the treasure in order to try to get the axe. Remember, Mund gave Alley pretty much all of his gold last time so that Alley could buy spells.
From: Karl
Subject: Down in the valley
"'Establish dominance' how?" Salix asks. "What do we need to watch for?"
From: Karl
Subject: Down in the valley
Salix isn't likely to argue over any of it. He will claim his own share from among any gold the party gets for items sold, but he doesn't care for any of the items or care who gets them. (He doesn't care too much for the gold, either, but knows it's useful and that he has a right to a share.)
From: Mark
Subject: Down in the valley
Flint gives an uncomfortable shrug. "Not really sure. Every time I visited before, Acer was with me and his position had already been established. This was one of the things that Acer told me in the short time we had before he met his fate. Once I have established my self over him, he will not be a problem for any that he views as under me." He turns and gestures to the party "And that means you. I do not expect this to be a serious problem, more of a custom that must be followed. I am just unsure of the details." He gives Salix an emberassed grin.
From: Karl
Subject: Down in the valley
In that case, Salix decides to keep a close eye on the centaurs who he thinks would be The Stallion's seconds, and will attempt to support Flint in the same way they support The Stallion, if at all.
From: Derek
Subject: Down in the valley
Allistair doesn't really have much to say. He's way out of his element and he knows it, so he's just keeping his eyes and ears open. He's pretty sure they are safe here and the centaurs won't try and harm them, so he's just treating it as a rare experience to see something so amazing.
From: Derek
Subject: Down in the valley
That's right. Ally owes Mund about 750 gold, if I remember correctly. Pretty much all Ally wants/needs is enough money for the two spells he's selecting this level (stoneskin and alter self) and money for a mirror that he can use for the scrying spell (that's 1000 gp though, so he might ask everyone in the group to pitch in for that, since it benefits everyone).
From: Porter
Subject: Down in the valley
Mund cracks his knuckles, preparing to tangle with anybody who tries to assert dominance over him.
From: Kevin
Subject: Down in the valley
He may just pee all over you to "mark" you as his.
From: Mark
Subject: Down in the valley
Thanga would make Mund her bitch. ;)
From: Porter
Subject: Down in the valley
Or the other way around.
From: Porter
Subject: Down in the valley
Mund would approve of that arrangement.
From: Mark
Subject: Down in the valley
You don't know what Thanga did to Harp that night.
And for some reason I don't see Thanga as a one man type of lady.
The Stallion, the test begins, the second test
Subject: The Stallion
The party waits in the clearing. The other centaurs move off to the edge, keeping a large open space around flint and the others. As they wait the party gets a better look at the camp. The buildings all look well built and well kept, even if they are fairly simple. A way to one side there is a large stone structure that looks a bit like an outside hearth. There is a wisp of smoke coming from it, so they figure it is a communal kitchen of some sort, since none of the other buildings have chimneys of any sort. Just beyond the kitchen area the ground slopes gently to a nice sized stream. There are a few small gardens spread around the border of the clearing but no other wildlife. Salix whispers "Centaurs are hunters. It is likely that their meat roams the woods and that they hunt daily.
Then, from the other side of the clearing, comes a thundering noise. The party turns as one and watches as 4 centaurs charge out of the woods. The one in front is easily the largest they have seen so far. Most of the males they have seen stand close to 7 feet tall, but this one is almost 7-1/2. He is larger than any of the others in the herd. The 4 centaurs gallop towards the party and just as they reach them, break off and gallop around the party in a circle. At first they are a good 10 feet from the party, but as they circle around they start constricting the distance. Soon they are 8 feet, then 5. Then they seem to be so close that the party members can almost feel the horse hair on their flanks. The dust and noise is blinding and deafening.
With out a verbal command the centaurs pull up to a stop and wheel to face the party with the largest one stopped in front of Flint. In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear the centaur bellows "Who dares to come to the Valley of the Herd of the Tree?" The challenge is obvious. Flint is up for the challenge "I Flint, MountainFather of the Great North Woods, dares come to the Valley of the Herd of the Tree. As has been the custom since the Tree was first founded, the Druids claim stewardship for the Tree. Who are you to naysay?" Flint's voice is clear, loud and defiant. The centaur responds "I am the Stallion of the Herd. My voice is law in the valley. I would crush you beneath my hooves like the crawling bug you are, but out of respect for those that have come before you; I instead challenge you to the four tests of leadership. Do you accept?"
Flint turns back to the party, so that only they can see his face, and gives them a wink. He turns back to the Stallion and replies "I accept, four legged son of a donkey. What is the first test?" The Stallion does not seem upset at the insult; however one of the three with him pushes forward, as if to accost Flint. The Stallion's response is swift and sure. He slaps the other centaur across the face with a stinging blow, rocking the younger creature back. "L'ton, the worm has accepted the challenge. Do not interfere." L'ton backs away, a look of anger on his face.
"Come, bug, and let us do the first challenge, the Test of Speed." The Stallion motions for Flint to step away from the party and the druid does. "Do you see that tree over there? The one with the two large branches close to the ground?" Flint nods. The tree is almost a mile away. "The first one to touch it" the Stallion continues "and back is the winner. Go." The Stallion takes off leaving a stunned Flint in his dust.
Flint is only caught off guard for a few seconds but the party starts to despair. The centaur moves faster than almost anything they have ever seen on foot. Salix, who has seen the cheetah run, realizes that the Stallion is easily that fast. How is Flint ever going to beat him? Flint stands motionless for a few seconds more and then his form shimmers. In the noon sun the form of an eagle now sits where Flint once stood. With a downbeat of his wings that raises dust clouds, Flint takes to the air. In seconds he has caught the Stallion and passed him. Powerful wings drive the MountainFather towards the tree. When he gets there, still well ahead of the Stallion, he shifts back to human form, quite clearly touches the tree, and shifts back to eagle form. The rest is anticlimactic. Flint beats the Stallion back to the starting point with ease.
When the Stallion returns there is a strange look on his face that quickly disappears. L'ton moves forward again "Stallion, the human cheated. Did you not see? He turned into a bird and flew." The Stallion turns to L'ton, signaling him to silence "There was no rule on how the person was to get there, so silence. Do not speak again, unless spoken to." The rebuff is harshly given. The Stallion turns back to Flint "Human, you have bested me in the Test of Speed. Well done. The next test is the test of Strength. Do you wish for time to rest and prepare?" Flint's answer is quick "I am not tired. Bring on the test."
OODM: I will write more later. If anyone wants to write up stuff for while the test is going on, you know discuss things amongst themselves that is fine. Ask Salix questions he might know the answer to, etc.
From: Mark
Subject: The test continues
"The Test of Strength" Salix hears Flint say under his breath. Salix looks at the other druid, seeing if there is concern there. There isn't. Flint has a small gleam in his eye. He's actually enjoying this, Salix thinks. "Come this way" the Stallion says as he moves to the other side of the clearing. A few feet beyond the edge of the clearing, just inside the tree line, is a large pile of logs and branches. The do not look like they were cut from trees, but more likely the remains of limbs that fell off during storms and such. There is one huge tree trunk in the pile that must be 4 feet across and 15 feet long. The Stallion points at it and says "The test is this. I will pick up this trunk and carry it to that spot over there." He points to a spot 10 feet away. "Time will be kept. Then you will have to carry it back, but in less time. Understand, two legged weakling?"
Flint nods understanding. "Who will keep time? Surely you do not think I would trust one of your herd in this?" "We will have one from each group keep time together" is the Stallions reply. "Is that acceptable?" Flint nods and turns to Salix "Who do you suggest?" "Allistair" Salix responds with no hesitation. "Go ask him if he will participate." When Salix asks him, Ally is honored to help. All of this is so new to him, a chance to see it up close is something he can not turn down. The mage steps forward and is handed a branch with which to beat out the timing rhythm. L'ton is the centaur picked to keep time for the centaurs. The two practice keeping a steady beat and are soon on count.
When the two are ready the Stallion takes his place next to the tree trunk. Harp whispers to Salix "Are centaurs that strong? There is no way I could lift that, much less move it." Salix replies "They are stronger than they look. The muscles on their legs are stronger than a horse's, and the back muscles keep pace. Still, I would think the log would be too large, even for him. He's got something up his sleeve." Ally and L'ton start their beat and the Stallion makes his attempt.
Salix is surprised when the Stallion reaches down and actually picks up the log. The strain is obvious, his muscles forming chords in his neck and back. His flanks ripple with effort, the tail swishing in exertion. Slowly the log lifts off the ground. A halting step at a time, the Stallion moves towards the designated spot. Once he almost stumbles but keeps his hooves about him. It seems like an eternity, but soon the huge log is across the line. The Stallion drops the large piece of wood on the ground and a thud vibrates through the ground at the impact. "Now, weak, puny two legged human, move it back."
Ally and L'ton are consulted on how much time passed and there is a disagreement. L'ton says it was 30 beats while Ally says it was 35. "This thing is calling me a liar" L'ton yells, starting to look threateningly at the mage. Flint steps forward "I will accept the number as 30." L'ton does a double take, as if he is not sure of what he is hearing. "You will?" his voice is incredulous. It regains some of its bluster "Well of course you will. I am right." Flint just smiles and moves over to the log.
Flint looks at Ally and L'ton and says "Start." At the first beat of the sticks Flint's form changes again. He hunches over and gets onto all fours. Seconds later a huge bear takes his place. Salix does not recognize the type of bear. Its face and limbs are strange looking, almost primitive. A large ridge of bone crests the eyes, looking almost like horns. It looks like some type of prehistoric grizzly bear. It gives out an ear shattering roar, bends over and picks up the log in two clawed paws. In its hands the log looks like a twig. The bear then roars and with a non chalant toss, throws the tree trunk 20 feet through the air, right past the line it needed to be at. The bear shimmers and Flint is back in his place. He casually pulls a piece of wood out of his hand "Damn splinters." Ally and L'ton give the same answer when questioned about the time: 7 beats.
The Stallion does not seem bothered by this. "Well druid, you beat me on that test. The nest test is the Test of Agility. Do you wish to rest?" Flint shakes his head "No, I am ready."
OODM: I might be able to get the next test done this afternoon if it stays slow at work. I will not get anything out tonight, since it is RL game tonight.
From: Karl
Subject: The test continues
Nothing from Salix at this time. He's just keenly interested in the procedure.
From: Porter
Subject: The test continues
I've got a few responses, but I have to take care of something this morning.
Quick question, though -- did we all see Salix's recent ceremony?
From: Karl
Subject: The test continues
Salix whispers to Flint, "what kind of bear was that? Can you teach me before we part?"
From: Karl
Subject: The test continues
If I understood correctly, everyone in the party was present for Salix's recent ceremony.
From: Mark
Subject: The test continues
As far as I knew everyone saw Salix's ceremony.
From: Porter
Subject: The test continues
OOC: In game terms, does it make a difference which aspect of druidness Salix chose?
From: Mark
Subject: The test continues
Not really. As far as I am concerned it is color only. Not that I might not make it important at some time in the future, but no, not a big deal at the moment.
From: Porter
Subject: The test continues
When Alley goes out to help with the timekeeping, Mund whispers to him "You might wanna fudge a little on the numbers. Can't be to careful."
Mund thought he had been impressed with the centaur's strength, but his jaw nearly hits the ground as he sees Flint turn into the biggest bear Mund's ever seen. I wonder what it feels like to turn into a bear like that. He wonders, then remembers his nightmare from the night before, and tries to think of something else.
From: Derek
Subject: The test continues
Allistair is curious what the centaurs are burning in the hearth. He highly doubts they cut wood here, and any community that tried to rely only on fallen/dead wood would quickly run out. Perhaps they burn their own dung? He thinks with a hint of amusement.
The third test
Subject: the test continues
Flint whispers back "You are not ready for that transformation yet. Remember that when you take the form of a beast, there is a part of you that wants to stay in that form. This form is very primative, very powerful, very attractive. If one is not experienced with it, it is possible to loose oneself in the form."
From: Mark
Subject: The third test
The Stallion gives a nod of approval and gestures Flint to follow. Several centaurs move to follow so the party does as well. The Stallion leads Flint and the others to the large creek that is running down the side of the encampment. The water flows at a fairly nice pace, the rocky bottom visible in the clear, mountain water. There are numerous large rocks and boulders along the creek bed. The creek looks to be maybe 4 or 5 feet deep at it's deepest and 20-25 feet wide. The Stallion points to the creek. "The Test of Agility is this. We must race to that spot". He points to a spot about 300 yards up stream "where the creek turns towards the mountains. The first one there wins. Understand?"
Flint nods, waiting for the catch. "However, we must race, moving from rock to rock. We are not allowed to touch the banks or the water. To check for this, spotters will be placed along the course. We will pair your friends with centaurs, and they will observe our race. If one of us touches the water then they loose. Agreed?" Flint nods and the party pairs off with centaurs. Salix finds himself paired with L'ton at the furthest point along the race path. Flint and the Stallion take their place, each one on a different bank. Another centaur stands in the middle of the creek and gives the signal for the two to start.
The Stallion takes off first. He is a large creature, but incredibly strong and agile. Many of the rocks and boulders are large enough for him to land on and he has lived in the valley for a long time. He knows the creek like the back of his hand. He quickly makes three jumps and before Flint has even moved onto his first rock, the Stallion has made a good start up the river. Flint jumps from the shore onto the closest rock, but quickly falls behind.
With a gap opening, the two pass Mund and K'lal and then Ranthir and R'ken. Next is Ragnar and D'pol and V'pel and Harp. By the time Flint is half way the Stallion is obviously far ahead. Flint assesses the situation and then his form shimmers. In his place is a mountain lion. With a grace and agility born of years in the mountains, Flint's feline form quickly starts catching up to the Stallion. Salix hears L'ton hiss when he sees this and the druid gives the centaur a quick look. L'ton's eyes are focused on Flint and his face is a mask of rage. Salix quickly turns his eyes back to the race. The two competitors are neck and neck as they come to the bend in the creek. With a last burst of speed Flint bounds from one boulder to a flat rock just beyond the finish line. The Stallion lands on a rock next to him a few seconds later.
All of the observers have been rushing behind the two and a crowd has gathered. As Flint and the Stallion move towards the shore, Salix and the rest of the party rush to greet him, slapping him on the back, congratulating him on his victory. Over the tumult a voice rings out. "The druid stepped in the water." Every one turns and faces the source of the voice: L'ton. The Stallion looks at L'ton for several seconds. Not taking his eyes from the younger centaur he asks "What say you, young druid? Salix I think you were called. Did my opponent touch the water?" The whole herd is watching, waiting for Salix's response.
OODM: I have sent Karl some information.
A disagreement
Subject: a disagreement
"Great Stallion," Salix replies, as politely as he can, "I am sure that he did not."
From: Porter
Subject: a disagreement
Mund shifts his weight, getting ready to react, and tries to simultaneously keep his eyes on K'lal, L'ton, and the Sallion.
From: Josh
Subject: A disagreement
If anyone was watching, they would see Kal smile just a little.
From: Bryan
Subject: A disagreement
As much as Surin would like to try to get in behind the centaurs - in case something were to go wrong, any move at this point would probably be considered aggressive. Watching the expressions of those around him carefully, he avoids any aggressive move, trusting to Salix to resolve the situation without bloodshed.
OOC: I've been quiet lately - just not had much to add, and been ridiculously busy.
From: Mark
Subject: a disagreement
L'ton barks out a contemptous laugh "Oh course the two legger says that. They stick together. His master touched the water, I swear." The Stallion looks at the two judges. "Did I touch the water?"
From: Porter
Subject: A disagreement
Mund is about to respond loudly and confrontationally to the nag's comments, but decides to hold his tongue. This Flint feller has handled these asses pretty well so far, and Mund wants to see what he has up his sleeve.
Ragnars's Reply
Subject: A disagreement
"As a matter of fact, Great Stallion, you did. I did not mention it before because it made no difference to the outcome of the race."
Salix is using all his skill at diplomacy.
From: Mark
Subject: A disagreement
L'ton's reaction is immediate and loud "He lies Stallion. He is trying to steal the test from you. You should punish him for this insolence. You should let me punish him for his insolence." L'ton starts to puff up his chest and prance around.
The Stallion turn to Flint "Human druid Flint, how do you propose we settle this disagreement?"
Flint thinks for a moment and then replies "Within my party is a cleric of Heironious. You know of Heironious? We could ask him to judge." L'ton's response is vocal ""I will not be judged by one of the two legged." The Stallion whips around and slaps L'ton sharply across the face. "You will be judged by who I say, for I am Stallion in this valley, not you." L'ton looks at the Stallion, his eyes wide in shame and he bows his head. The Stallion turns back to the party "Cleric of Heironious, come forward." Ragnar comes forward and stands before the bulk of the Stallion. Craning his neck he replies "How may I serve the Stallion of the Herd of the Tree?" "Do you have any blessings that would allow the truth to be known?"
From: Jason
Subject: A disagreement
Ragnar replies, "I do, Stallion. I may ask the aid of Heironeous to create a small area in which no one may knowingly speak a lie. If you wish, I can do so immediately," he concludes, a hint of question in his voice.
From: Porter
Subject: A disagreement
*waits impatiently*
From: Mark
Subject: A disagreement
You are as bad as Scott in 2350.
From: Mark
Subject: Ragnar's reply
The Stallion turns to Salix "Are you willing to do this?" Salix nods yes.The Stallion turns to L'ton "Are you willing to do this?" L'ton's faceblanches at this question. "Well, hm, I...." The Stallion's voice booms out over the clearing "Either you are telling the truth and are willing tosubmit to this or you are not. Which is it?" L'ton shuffles his hooves andducks his body for a few seconds before screaming "Not" and like an arrow he takes off for the forest fringe.
"Let him go" says the Stallion. "Flint, you win the third test. Now is thetime for the fourth test, the Test of Compassion. What shall be the fate ofL'ton for bearing false witness against you?" Flint thinks for a few seconds and then turns "May I talk to my friends first?" The Stallion nods.
Flint motions for the others to circle around "Well, what do you think?"
OODM: Flint is asking everyones opinion.
From: Kevin
Subject: Ragnar's reply
Harp shrugs his shoulders.
"The games being played here are beyond me. I'm not qualified to give advice on this."
From: Porter
Subject: Ragnar's reply
Mund casts his voice so that the centaurs cannot hear. "What would the consequences have been if Salix had been caught bein' a low-down dirty deceiver?"
From: Mark
Subject: Ragnar's reply
Flint whispers back "I'm not really sure. At the least I would have lost the Test and we would not have been able to get the gem you seek. They probably would have herded us back to the waterfall and told us to leave. They probably would not have attacked us, unless we struck first, but they would not have let us hunt or gather or such. Not that that bothers me."
From: Kevin
Subject: Ragnars' reply
OOC: Maybe we can have him join the group. I bet he and Kal would get along famously.
It would add an interest flavor to have a monstrous humanoid as a PC.
From: Porter
Subject: Ragnar's reply
If we're gonna let [i]elves[/i] in, why not?
From: Derek
Subject: Ragnar's reply
Allistair is thinking about potential consequences. "Since this last test is the test of compassion, I would assume you are supposed to show compassion on L'ton. L'ton is proud as the rest of the centaurs are, but not very smart. Being caught in his obvious lie has caused him great shame, and he'll lose face here in the centaur community whether you forgive him or not. If you don't forgive him, he may even be exiled. If you do forgive him he will be able to still live in the community, but he will not forgive you for shaming him. I would then suggest sleeping with one eye open until we're out of this valley."
From: Porter
Subject: Ragnar's reply
"Of course he'll be shamed if you "forgive" him out of the goodness of your bleedin' heart, 'cuz that's like saying that you're right and he's wrong, that you're his judge and he's the judged, that you're his lord and he's your servant."
From: Josh
Subject: Ragnar's reply
"He lied. He should be asked to speak for his actions. Without a good explaination he should be appropriately punished. If his ruse worked we would have not gotten the Gem and that would be a serious victory for our enemy. His pride almost cost us that."
From: Jason
Subject: Ragnar's reply
"I believe the Stallion is far wiser than he first appeared. The herd seems to be well led... I would say whatever penalty they have among their people for such actions should suffice."
From: Mark
Subject: Ragnar's reply
I am sorry this is taking longer than expected. Actually, this was not planned. It is something that just came to me a week or two ago. You know how some writers say that the characters drive them to write things they had not planned. Well this is one of those situations. Until a week or so ago, I did not have any centaurs guarding the Tree.
Such is life. I hope that this is not boring anyone.
From: Derek
Subject: Ragnar's reply
Allistair thinks for a moment and then agrees. "I think you may be right, Mund. He probably has feelings of inadequacy and inferiority, most likely because he cannot stand up to the alpha male. He masks this with an overinflated pride which he is probably not even aware of himself. Simple forgiving him would hurt his pride even more, and may in fact actually be the less compassionate choice. He doesn't want condescending magnanimity. He wants to feel superior, or at least equal. Requiring a difficult price to be paid, or perhaps challenging him to trial by combat, may be the more compassionate choice in his case."
The Verdict
Subject: Test of compassion
"I agree. In the end, he did not hurt us, so we have no reason to seek punishment beyond the will of The Stallion. Tell The Stallion that the harm L'ton has done is to himself and his herd, so he and the herd should decide upon the consequences."
From: Karl
Subject: Turn
Not at all. I'm interested to see how this all plays out.
From: Porter
Subject: Turn
Agreed. This is good stuff.
From: Kevin
Subject: Turn
OOC: Death to all Centaur!!!! Attack!!!!!
Just kidding.
From: Mark
Subject: Turn
I will try and get a turn out during the day. I am busy all night so if it is not done by 5PM it ain't gonna happen.
From: Mark
Subject: The verdict
Flint listens to the party's ideas intently. He then turns to the Stallion to give his reply "Stallion of the Herd, I am in a quandary. Normally I know what my decision would be. Under normal circumstances I would say that L'ton belongs to me for a year and a day, as is custom amongst the Herd in situations like this, correct?" The Stallion nods agreement. "However, as you know, the guardians of the Tree may not leave the valley. Only the druids may come and go. So L'ton may not come with me to fulfill his obligation to me even though I was the one he wronged." A light seems to go on in Flint's face as he realizes something.
"However" Flint continues "I was not the only one wronged. You, Stallion, were also wronged. Therefore I offer the debt owed to me to you. L'ton will be yours for a year and a day. He will be your mule." This last word is spoken in such as way as to leave no doubt in the others as to the position L'ton will take in the herd. "This is my sentence." When Flint is done the Stallion bows deeply to him "MountainFather Flint, you have passed the last test. The valley and the Herd are yours to command. How may we serve the druids?"
"Stallion, the Herd is still yours as is the guardianship of the Tree. That remains unchanged. I am here, with these others" Flint motions to the party "to retrieve something. We will leave now and should be back by dinner. If you would have some food ready for us when we get back, it would be appreciated." The Stallion bows and then signals the other centaurs to go about their duties. "Do you want an escort, MountainFather?" the Stallion asks. "No, we will be fine. Thank you." Flint gives a deep bow to the Stallion and the centaur moves away, yelling orders to the herd.
"OK, that was interesting." Flint gives the others a wry grin. "You folks ready to go get the gem?" The party members all say that they are ready. "Ok let's go."
OODM: I will try and write some more this afternoon.
From: Karl
Subject: The verdict
I like that.
From: Mark
Subject: The Tree
The party moves quickly over the gentle ground surrounding the centaur camp. The woods surround the camp have the look of a well kept forest. There are large swaths of clear sections though. Flint explains "Even the WorldTree loses branches now and then. When that happens dozens or hundreds of trees may be knocked over. Also the herd keeps the trees cut up to a height so that they can fun under the canopy with out hitting branches. It is one of the concessions we druids agreed to when the centaurs agreed to be the guardians of the Tree. It does make for a nice walk."
The looming presence of the Tree is always in the foreground, growing larger and larger. Up close the tree's true size becomes apparent. Up close the tree looks to be over 500 feet high. The drip ring is almost as big. Even with such a massive amount of foliage above it, the ground is covered in a soft carpet of grass. Flint stops for a second and takes of his boots and motions for the others to do so as well "This is sacred ground for our order. Please respect this." The party quickly takes off their footwear, Salix being the first one done.
Beneath their feet the soft cool texture of the grass eases what tension remains in the party. They follow Flint up to the trunk of the WorldTree. The trunk is a good 30 feet in diameter. There is something about the tree. It seems to exude health and strength. Salix has never seen anything like it. Of course neither has any one else in the party. Kal, who has spent much of his life in the woods of the elves on the southern continent, stands in awe of the Tree. "Now you know why it is called the WorldTree. Now I must go retrieve your gem. Acer told me this before he..." Flint trails off before continuing "When the gem was given over to our care so many thousands of years ago it was decided that it would be kept in the heart of the Tree. That is where I must go."
He walks up to the Tree, places his hands on the bark and starts chanting. Salix recognizes a few of the words spoken in the secret language of the druids. Then Flint seems to melt into the Tree. His form merges with the Tree and fades from sight. The party waits. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Mund is starting to get worried "Salix, what if something has happened to Flint? Can you help him?" Salix shrugs "This is almost as far beyond me as it is you. I say wait. If Flint has become one with the Tree, his sense of time may be altered. Trees don't see the passing of time the same way we do. Let's sit down and wait."
The party spreads out a bit and Salix takes the time to soak in the power of the Tree. The sheer power in the tree humbles the druid. A while later, they are not sure how long but the sun is lower in the western sky, Flint's form starts detaching itself from the trunk. It takes several seconds and while he is still attached he looks as if he is made of wood, not flesh and blood. Eventually he steps away from the tree and almost falls. Salix is at his side in a second. "Thanks. That was... Different." He looks around, his eyes a bit unfocused. "How long?" he asks. "Several hours at least" Salix replies. "That long? It only seemed like seconds. We barely had time to say hello and discuss the weather."
As Salix leads Flint away from the tree and back towards the centaur camp Harp works his way close "I don't mean to be a pain, but Sir, did you get it?" "Get what?" is the distracted reply. "Oh, you mean this?" as he holds up a large gem. He hands it to Harp "This is what you came for, right?"
OODM: I will write more later. If any one wants to comment they may.
From: Mark
Subject: The Tree
I will do more on the gem tomorrow. I actually have a list of where each gem is hidden, the type of each gem and which school of magic it effects. However, that list is on my computer at home, not at work, so I have no idea which gem this is. :)
From: Kevin
Subject: The Tree
Wouldn't it be poetic justice if it negated necromancy? Basically, raising undead is impossible around it? Given Faldor's recent actitivities, it would seem appropriate.
From: Josh
Subject: The Tree
I haven't had anything to add this week or two, but just wanted to say nice writeups mark.
The gem
Subject: The gem
Harp has nothing to add. While he is familiar with divine stuff and the feeling of power that obviously flows thorugh this place (and this tree), the power he feels is so much above him and of a different type than he is used to that he is somewhat awed.
He sort of thinks that centaur stallion would have made a pretty great mount, but he is not going to voice that opinion.
From: Bryan
Subject: The gem
Probably a good idea to keep that thought to himself ;)
From: Mark
Subject: The gem
Flint holds up a green gem. "This is a gem from the Crown of Valorshield. From what Acer told me all summoning and conjuration spells will not work around it. Summoned creatures who get too close are automatically sent back to where they came from" Flint says as they walk back to the camp. He holds out the emerald to Salix "This is what you came for." He drops the gem in Salix's out streched hand. The younger druid feels the hidden power of the gem throb through him. He gut flips, once and he quickly hands the stone to Harp "This belongs to your Order and was actually your mission. Now let's go eat. It has been a long day."
OODM: Flint is in a surprisingly good mood. You can ask him questions if you like.
I will be writing more this afternoon.
From: Kevin
Subject: The gem
Harp takes the offered gem, and give a low bow to Salix and Flint.
"On behalf of the Order of the Silver Sword, I thank you for your efforts and sacrafices. It will be written in the histories so that all of our Order will remember what you gave."
With that, Harp will wrap up the gem and ask Allistair to keep it in his bag of holding.
From: Derek
Subject: The gem
Allistair holds the gem a little warily. "The antimagic properties of these gems don't come into effect until they are placed on the Crown of Valorshield, do they? Because otherwise, a gem that nullifies summoning magic isn't the best choice for placing into a container that uses an extradimensional pocket."
From: Kevin
Subject: The gem
Harp looks back sheepishly. "I hadn't thought of that. I'll keep it then. Sorry about that."
Harp takes the gem back and puts it in a pouch as close to his person as he can.
From: Derek
Subject: The gem
OOC: When we finally get all the gems and the crown assembled, Allistair is going to become absolutely useless.
From: Mark
Subject: The gem
How do you think Lothnar felt? ;)
From: Mark
Subject: Back at camp
Flint looks a bit embarrassed by Harp's praise "It was you and your friends who did the most. And Acer." Flint seems to think Ally is talking to him about the gem and replies "I have no idea. I didn't even know the gem was hidden in the tree until Acer told me. If it does what you say it does, whoever has the whole crown could be almost unstoppable." The party makes small talk as they work their way back to the camp. When they get there the Stallion greets them warmly "Did you find what you were looking for?" "Yes" says Flint "yes, we did."
"Wonderful" the Stallion replies. "My herd has been preparing dinner for you. You would honor us if you would join us." This is spoken to the group as much as it is to Flint. "We do not get much news of the outside world and love to hear new stories from visitors." The Stallion motions for the party to follow and they do. When they get to the clearing they can see that a feast has been prepared. Large tables, strangely shaped, fill the clearing and they are laden with all sorts of food. Berries and cheese, fresh deer, ale, water, breads. The design of the tables makes sense when the sit down to eat. The table allows them to "sit" and still be able to reach things.
A couple of the younger centaurs work as servers, but L'ton is also working as a server. The Stallion is polite to all of the servers, but rude and preemptory to L'ton. L'ton glares at the party but keeps his mouth shut. After several hours of eating and drinking the Stallion stands "I would invite you to my house for some more quite conversation" Flint nods and motions for the party to join him. They walk a short way to a medium sized barn type structure. It is located a fair distance from where the other centaurs seem to live. The Stallion takes a seat in a pile of hay and gestures for the others to either take the available seats or to sit on the floor. Flint and Salix choose the floor. "Ok my friend" says the Stallion to Flint "since you will be the guy in charge for a while I figure you should let me know what is really going on out there. I liked Acer. Tell me of his passing."
Flint, and the party, spends the next hour telling the Stallion the story of the past week or so. As they are telling their story Flint snaps his fingers "I knew there was something I was forgetting." He rummages around in his back pack and pulls out Salix's old leather armor as well as the other things that the party members had left behind before they went to Bodentown. When they are done telling their story Flint speaks up again.
"There is more that you need to know. The last thing Acer told me was what he had learned while captive of Faldor. He said that Faldor was just a pawn. Faldor spoke of someone, or something, that had given him a schedule to keep. Acer said that Faldor seemed in deathly fear of whoever this was."
OODM: Time to ask questions or discuss things before I send you back to Gorn in Schon.
From: Jason
Subject: Back at the camp
Ragnar avoids joining the conversation when Flint discusses Acer's death. He still did not approve of the events at Bodentown. When he mentions Acer's words about Faldor, he perks up and pays attention. When he finishes, Ragnar speaks up. "I assume he gave no name for this person, but did he mention anything else, anything at all? Even knowing if Faldor had met with him personally, or the manner or frequency of their communication, might be useful."
From: Derek
Subject: Back at the camp
Allistair thinks aloud. "Well, I guess Faldor doesn't need to worry about that anymore. Unless he was given the schedule by Nerull himself, or some other power from the outer planes, in which case death will only make things worse for him. I have to admit that I hope he does not enjoy afterlife."
"Ragnar, how much do you know about Nerull and his cult of death? Would Faldor have a superior? Is there a clear heirarchy among Nerull's followers?"
"Before when we were in the chapterhouse and getting the first gem, I was under the impression that all this was just a struggle between Heironius and Hextor, or at least the Order and the descendant of Macedar. Are Nerull and his followers involved too? How many gods are caught up in this contest now? Will there be more?"
OOC: Not sure if I got all the names right. It's been a while since this was discussed.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
"No" Flint answers "nothing like that. Acer did not have much time to pass on to me what he had to, and he really did not know much more. He was in such poor shape while he was captive, but that bit of information stuck with him: that Faldor was doing someone else's bidding." Flint goes quiet for a few seconds. "You know, this whole thing with Bodentown could have been a ruse to get Acer to come himself. As far as I know Acer was the only druid who knew that the gem was in the tree. He was also one of the few who knew how to get to the valley of the tree. If they had been able to get that information from him, they could have come to the valley."
From: Porter
Subject: Back at the camp
As they're having dinner, Mund asks what sports the centaurs enjoy, and asks if any of them would enjoy wrasslin' with him.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
The centaurs give Mund a blank look when he mentions wrestling. When he describes what he means one of them says "Oh you mean horse play. Sure, we can try that. I hope we don't hurt you. I mean you are awfully small."
OODM: If I get a chance I will run a wrestling match between Mund and a centaur. They are large creatures so get some bonuses, but Mund is a skilled warrior and has feats and skills that will be useful in unarmed combat.
From: Kevin
Subject: Back at the camp
OOC: Tonight, on Monday Night RAW, it will be the Magnificent Mund vs. The Crazy Centaur's in a 3 fall deathcage match. Vince McMahon will be on hand to see if the ponies can trample all over the most recent addition to the WWE's "stable" of wrestlers.
Mark, I will try to add some more tonight.
From: Porter
Subject: Back at the camp
"Horseplay? Hah! I like that!"
From: Jason
Subject: Back at the camp
Ragnar thinks for a moment, then replies "From what I know of the followers of Nerull, it is unlikely that he has an eccesiastical superior in the sense that Angelwing gives us orders and we follow them. It is more likely that Faldor voluntarily followed another of his order, or even someone who was not another cleric of Nerull, as long as it furthered his god's aims."
From: Porter
Subject: Back at the camp
"How devoted to his god's aims would a feller like Faldor really be? Maybe he just liked death and hurtin' people and Nerull gave him the power to do that. I dunno -- I never understood you godfolk."
From: Jason
Subject: Back at the camp
Ragnar smiles at Mund's description of Faldor's motives and replies "You may well be right about why Faldor chose to follow Nerull. And it is true that clerics of all faiths occasionally stray from following the teachings and furthering the purposes of their patron. However, those that do not continue to follow, at least generally, the path their deity wishes soon find that they cannot rely on his aid. The fact that Faldor had the power to create the monstrosities he did indicates that he was still faithful in advancing the aims of Nerull."
From: Derek
Subject: Back at the camp
"Well, I don't believe in coincidences, and knowing how much the gods love to meddle in our affairs makes it even less likely to be coincidence. I'd be willing to bet that Nerul was connected with this descendant of Macedar that your order spent millenia commiting genocide trying to eradicate."
From: Jason
Subject: Back at the camp
OOC: Question for our DM, is that an accurate description? I know its been mentioned that the silver sword has hunted down and killed this guy's descendents, but I was under the impression it was more of a case by case basis.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
Yes it was a case by case basis. The Silver Swords did not wipe out whole populations in its efforts. They basically found out what they could about Mesodar's back ground, used what magic they could to track down descendents and killed those. Obviously they failed. And some might argue with this method of killing people with out a trial, but it was not wholesale slaughter.
It might even have been more than that. Most of the hunting was done in the first years after the great war and much of that info has been lost over 3,000 years. Maybe they just imprisoned people until they died or sent them to a monestary to live in exile and no chance to sire children. Or something like that.
Ally has made a jump that is not supported by facts. He may still believe it all he wants.
From: Porter
Subject: Back at the camp
Burn!!
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
Well his brother is a well known racist, bigot. Blood always tells. :)
From: Derek
Subject: Back at the camp
OOC: OK, I remembered it as being a lot more killing than that. Slight retcon to Allistair's statement.
"Well, I don't believe in coincidences, and knowing how much the gods love to meddle in our affairs makes it even less likely to be coincidence. I'd be willing to bet that Nerul was connected with this descendant of Macedar that your order spent millenia trying to eradicate by killing them."
From: Josh
Subject: Back at the camp
OOC: When did we talk about Mecedar? I don't remember him.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
It is in the archives. I think the first time it might have been mentioned is before the party left for the Testing Grounds. Lothnar said something about it as well.
However, the archives are down since Mike is changing hosts so I can not give a link.
When it comes back up I will link to it.
From: Jason
Subject: Back at the camp
I think his name was Mesodar, and the first time I recall talking about him was here:
http://www.sakeriver.com/kalevan-campaign/2005/07/questions-answered-and-prophecy-read
From: Karl
Subject: Back at the camp
Salix is very curious about the bear form Flint took during the challenge of strength. "What kind of bear was that?" he asks.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
I already did that a few days ago.
Let me see if I can find the link.
From: Mark
Subject: Back at the camp
There was alot of killing involved with Mesodar's downfall. Hundreds of thousands on both sides died.
The amount of persecution done by the Silver Swords afterwards is unknown. Maybe. ;)
From: Karl
Subject: Back at the camp
Flint side-stepped the question before, since Salix was mainly asking about taking the shape. Now Salix just wants to know more about the creature if it's so powerful that he won't be able to take the shape any time soon. He's interested in it nonetheless.
From: Mark
Subject: Mund vs centaur
I just realized that the charcter sheets from Sake are off line right now. So the bout between Mund and a centaur will be postponed until they are back up.
Sorry.
Game question and check in
Subject: Turn
Ok I have some stuff to do this morning so it will likely be this afternoon before I can get a turn out. If any one wants to do or say anything before the party heads back to Gorn now is the time.
I expect by this evening the party will be back with the Paladins.
From: Kevin
Subject: Back at the camp
Listening to Flints stories, Harp thinks back to this most recent adventure. They had only been gone a few weeks, but so much had happened (OOC: Right Mark - we were actually in Bodentown for less than a week, right. If I am off greatly, please retcon to make the timeline work). He knew the druids wielded great power when out in the open, but the destruction he had seen at the estate and in Bodentown had been nearly complete. A fire running through a forest would not have been more complete in the damage done.
When Flint speaks of someone above Faldor, Harp's ear perk up. This was something the Order would want to know. "Mountain Father, was Acer able to give you any idea as to who or what this other person was? What their goals were? Anything that might help us?"
From: Mark
Subject: The gem
Flint looks at Salix "It is a bear, but a more primitive form. It depends more on it's strength then the cunning used by the bears today. It's spirit is very powerful but also seductive. As you travel the world you may encounter animals of all types like this. Creatures that are more powerful but more primitive then the ones people normally see. These more primitive forms are usually found in very secluded places, far from any forces of civilization."
From: Mark
Subject: Heading home
The evening seems to last forever. After the private meeting in the Stallions house the party rejoins the rest of the herd for a real celebration. Songs are sung, stories are told and Mund wrestles with a centaur. They make it two out of three falls. Mund looses the first bout but just barely. As he is getting ready for the second bout Salix leans over and tells him "You're never going to win by over powering him. He must weigh 10 time what you do. You will have to finesse him. Centaurs do have horse legs. They work differently than human legs. Let me show you." Salix demonstrates what he is talking about and Mund gets the idea. Smiling his biggest smile, Mund heads in to the next bout.
It takes a while and the barbarian is almost pinned once, but he is finally able to get into the needed position and make his move. The centaur's legs buckle and like a flash, Mund is on top, applying a pressure hold until his foe signals his submission. The third fight goes even faster and Mund wins his bout. He offers his hand to the centaur on the ground saying "I win. I'll buy the ale." The smoldering look in the centaurs face disappears at the offer of ale and the two go walking off towards the ale cask, talking about the bout.
The next morning the party is woken by the sound of centaurs starting to work around camp. Flint wakes everyone up "Let's go people. There's a lot to do today. We have to get back to the main grove and get you folks back on your way home." Half an hour later the party has had breakfast and is heading towards the waterfall where they entered the valley. When they get there Flint turns to the Stallion and tells him "Keep on your guard. It seems things are starting to move in the world. While the gem we took might have been the reason Faldor was trying to get here, the WorldTree itself is enough reason for concern. I will talk to the other druid councils about getting more help for you or at least more supplies."
The Stallion nods his thanks "We will also start posting more of a guard here at the falls and on the perimeter of the valley. I will talk to the others of the forest about this." He puts out his hand and Flint grabs it in a friendly shake. "I will miss Acer" says the Stallion "but I think he choose wisely when he selected you to replace him. May your hoof never chip." Flint smiles and replies "May your main flow like the wind and your tail stay untangled." The Stallion bows once more and Flint turns to the falls. He chants the prayer of passage and signals the party to move through the falls. They follow his instructions, and just as last time, they step out of the falls into a new scene.
It takes them a second to realize that this is not the same falls that they had used to get to the valley. Salix looks around "This falls is near the grove where we started. Home." He says this wistfully, realizing that he is about to head back out on the road. Flint leads the party back to the main druid village. The news of what has happened at Bodentown and to Acer has already spread through the camp and the party's horses and gear are ready to go. "Remember Salix" says Flint "there will be trying times ahead. You are our contact with the outside world. I give you authority to do what you think best in this contest. Send word when you can. We will send word to the other councils of what has transpired. It might take a while for the word to spread everywhere, but you can expect basic help from any druid you encounter. Now go and return the gem. Save the world."
The next three weeks are spent on the road back to Gorn. The last time they had come this way things had been almost a blur. Now they have time to relax a bit. Harp and Salix still set a good pace, but they have no need of the hurtloam. Through rain and sun the party makes its way south east along the North Road. They ride past the Pass of Undulant, where they have been attack twice in the past. This time they encounter no one. On the 20th day, two hours after lunch, they crest a small rise and see a familiar site, the boarder crossing into Schon.
OODM: If any one wants to do a leveling story that happens on the trip back they can. Any role playing between the party can be done. I will see if I can write up more today or tonight.
From: Mark
Subject: Check in and game question
I would like everyone to check in.
Also I am finding myself in a small quandry.
The archives are down while Mike makes a move to a new host and new software. I use the archive to keep track of place and people names for minor NPC character. For example I was going to have the party meet the border guard that they have met several times before. I don't remember his name and can not find the archive where the party met him last to find out his name.
I can do one of two things. Wait a day or two and see if Mike gets the archives up and running, or I can make up new names and have people fill in the name with the right one when the archives get up.
What is your thoughts?
From: Derek
Subject: Game question
Check.
I say go ahead with disposable names. Such minor details are relatively unimportant and can easily be changed later.
From: Karl
Subject: Game question
I don't care. A short break wouldn't make a difference to me, nor would changing the name of a minor NPC.
From: Jason
Subject: Game question
Check. Are you sure the archives are down? I'm having no trouble accessing them. Addressing the particular concern you wrote about, here's an excerpt from september 3 2006:
Lt. Halpin smiles. "Do you have time to join us for a meal?" Salix speaks up at this "I am sorry but we do not. We have to be at Lodo before the next fortnight is done." Halpin almost sputters, almost choking in amazement. "Lodo? In less than 2 weeks? I hope some of your friends can change you all in to birds. Maybe then you might have a chance of making it. But on horse back? Not a chance."
From: Porter
Subject: Game question
I don't have a problem breaking for a few days while we do any leveling stories.
From: Porter
Subject: Dreams
The second day traveling home, Mund sparks up a conversation with his brother and Allistair while skinning a brace of coneys he just killed.
"Guys, I'm having the strangest dreams. Over and over I dreamt that I was fighting that Snow Leopard orc ranger that nearly killed me. I would try to summon my strength and rage, but it wouldn't come, and he'd cut me in two. After a few times, I finally was able to summon the strength of the bear like I normally do, but then he he turned into a giant cat and tore out my guts, again and again."
"Finally, when I summoned the strength of the bear, I turned into a giant bear like Flint did the other day, and I tore his head clean off. Then I woke up, and my bedroll was torn to shreds, like a bear had been goin' at it."
"Salix, have you ever heard of somebody learnin' to shape-shift like a druid without becommin' a druid first? Ever hear of somebody turnin' into a critter in their sleep?"
From: Mark
Subject: Dreams
I think it should be his brother and Salix. :)
From: Porter
Subject: Dreams
I think so too. :)
From: Randy
Subject: Dreams
Check.
It doesn't matter to me if we have a small break or use temp names. Whatever's cool with me.
From: Derek
Subject: Dreams
Allistair had thought Mund seemed a little distant the past few days while they were travelling, and he had been talking about bears alot recently.
"As to how much the dreams have real meaning, I can't say for sure, since I have no specialty in using magic to interpret dreams, tell the future, etc. However I am reminded of some things I heard from Getorix, the shaman back at our village."
"After you left the village, I started studying with Getorix, and he tried to teach me some of his magic. It turned out I didn't have a gift for the innate magic that he used, but he recognized my potential for scholarly magic, which is how I was able to go to the city to study. Anyway, while I was studying with him I had to learn and memorize the tales of our people. You probably don't remember, since you always were drunk or asleep during the festivals when Getorix would recite them, but there were some pretty interesting stories."
"Did you ever wonder why our tribe has a bear totem? According to the stories, our tribe was founded by Arth, which means bear in the old tongue. I always assumed that was because he fought like a bear in battle or something like that. But in the stories, it's said that sometimes in battle he would actually take the form of a bear and destroy his enemies."
"The stories also say that every few generations there would be a great warrior in the tribe who would turn into a bear in battle. I asked Getorix about it once, and he said it hasn't happened for many generations. He didn't know if that meant the totem wasn't giving its power to the people like it used to, or that the old stories were exaggeration. I always assumed they were exaggeration, but who knows?"
From: Kevin
Subject: Game question
Check and mate.
I have not preference, though Harp does like getting recognize, the attention whore that he is.
From: Josh
Subject: Game question
I'd rather you just use temp names, or even better generic names like "The Guard". But whatever's cool by me.
From: Josh
Subject: Dreams
OOC: This story line is particularly exciting because I (Josh) actually have no idea why Mund is having these dreams. I don't know whether it's something to do with the Barb class or if it's the ax.
OH THE INTRIGUE.
Back in Gorn
Subject: Back in Gorn
As the party approaches the small fort complex a familiar face rides out to greet them. Lt. Halpin, along with half a dozen soldiers, rides up slowly. Halpin's voice rings out "Sgt. Harp. You keep showing up here a few more times and I'm going to think you are after my job." The man's grin is wide and his face open. He seems completely relaxed. "How can we help you this time? It's been almost two months since you were through here last. Are you still on the same mission as when you blew through here like a whirlwind the last time?" Harp rides up and clasps the man's hand "We have accomplished that mission and are heading home to report in. Any news?" The two start discussing current events in Schon.
The party spends the night at the fort. The food is plain but filling. They tell stories with the soldiers but keep the story of what happened on their mission to themselves. After a good night sleep and a hearty breakfast the party starts the last leg of their journey. Several days later, around noon, they come with in site of the walls of Gorn. An escort of Silver Swords rides out and accompanies them to the Chapter House of the order. The party cleans up and at dinner time is presented to Anglewing. "Sergeant Harp" he says "were you able to get it?" Harp brings out the bag that he had kept the gem in and unties it. He dumps the emerald out onto Angelwing's hand. "Here it is Sir. One of the gems of Valorshield." Angelwing turns and hands the gem to Orpal and the brother takes the gem, along with an escort, out of the room.
"I thank you" Angelwing says "all of you, for this. Join me for dinner tonight and tell me the tale of this adventure. We will also talk of your reward." Mund's eyes light up at the mention of reward and the party goes back to their rooms to prepare for dinner. An hour later the party is in a private dinning room with Angelwing and several high ranking members of the order, such as Ranthir's father. The meal is fabulous and they spend hours telling the paladins about their last adventure. At Salix's request they leave a few things about the Druid's out of the tale. Salix does inform Anglewing that there are things he has asked his companions to keep to themselves. "I hope you will not force Harp or Ragnar to break their bond of friendship with me just to satisfy your curiosity. The things I have asked them to hold silent on have no bearing on the larger mission, but deal with the inner workings of the Druids." Anglewing reluctantly agrees.
As the meal comes to a finish Angelwing stands "I propose a toast. To Harp, Salix, Ranthir, Surin, Kal, Ragnar, Mund and Allistair. May they stay courageous and strong." The other paladins stand and salute the party. As desert is being served Angelwing tells them "As a sign of our appreciation, the order will take care of your upkeep while you are in Gorn. If you wish to stay here at the Chapter House, you would be our guests. If you wish to stay someplace in town, you may do so. Have the owner send someone to the quartermaster and he will arrange payment. Also I will put the Order's weaponsmith and armorsmith at your disposal if you want to have armor or weapons made or repaired. Mage Allistair, I will also request that the Mage guild allow you access to their library or scrolls and spells. If anyone else needs something, please let me know and we will see what we can do to help."
"I would also ask if all of you are willing to stay on until we can decipher were the next gem is? You 8 have proven yourselves twice and have shown yourselves to be resourceful and brave. I think we could do worse."
OODM: Any role playing or leveling up stories can happen now. They can be set on the trip back if you want. The party will have 1 month in town before they are called back. I think I made the trip back too fast. The trip back should have taken twice as long as the trip up. I think the trip up took two weeks so the trip back should have taken 4 weeks. With the week or so at Bodentown and the two days or so with the druids, the whole adventure took, by my accounting, two months or so. That should put the time at late summer, I think.
As to the reward, there is a gold piece limit on what you can get. My books are at home so I will get that for you later. Let me know if you want to sell anything. You can also have current weapons enhanced or new ones made. The same with armor. You will get a very favorable price. Let me know what you are looking for and we can role play it.
From: Mark
Subject: Reward
And no, no ponies.
From: Kevin
Subject: Reward
OOC: ?????
I have no idea what that means.
From: Mark
Subject: Reward
I was heading off all the children who want ponies as their reward. :)
From: Kevin
Subject: Reward
I think that went over about as well as my Ray Bradbury joke last week.
From: Kevin
Subject: Reward
Can you come up with a valuation on the items we got during this adventure? The dagger, the axe and the mace, the chalice, etc?
That will affect how we divy stuff up and who gets what of what value.
From: Josh
Subject: Back in Gorn
I'm without internet until next week sometime, but Kal is definitely going to want to do some stuff in town. I'll try to get something out, but if I can't, is it alright to ret-con it so not to slowdown the group?