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| Crackers ate the moon while wishing on a goat x3 |
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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 4:27 pm
Aranai walked beside Cerdik, slowly making their way back into the manor and through the hall. She wasn't that eager to return, ashamed of her self-centered act of run away. In future, she would just have to try to get some confidence in herself, though that was much easier said than done. She absently played with the hem of her coat and bit her lip as they rounded the corner into the main room where many were gathered. She stood behind, watching and listening as they talked about the map and the plans.
The main thought that strung along through her mind was that her family were very rich. They could easily provide any funds needed for such a venture... but every time the idea came to her, she shut it down. She couldn't go back to them, and they would never help her. Atleast, she had never let them before.
The mention of such places like Oakshire and Riventopp didn't improve anything. She had, of course, heard much about them, but had never traveled from the mainland. She had never even seen the ocean. But she would go, wouldn't she? Of course, whether she was afraid or not.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 6:49 pm
Cerdik stood beside Aranai quietly and listened. The whole matter of maps and magical quills intrigued him, but none of the locations made the slightest sense to him. It was all very abstract in his mind, and sounded like the names of far away lands that would never grace his eyes.
At the mentioning of blizzards, Cerdik shivered. He was starting to hope that there would be some other route. He felt the fear swelling in his stomach, creating a nervous tension. He gripped the satchel strap tighter. Mountains covered in blizzards. He couldn't stand the thought. He felt cold enough as it was; freezing temperatures in Cerdik's mind were akin to sudden, immediate, and irreversible death.
Almost subconsciously, he stepped closer to Aranai. "I-I... I do not wish to freeze to d-death..." He looked up at her hopefully. "C-can we not venture about th-the m-m-m--" He swallowed, clearing his throat, then continued, "the mountains? I do not wish to go. N-not at all." He sniffed, realizing that he was on the verge of tears. He repeated himself, trying desperately to ask someone--anyone--for an alternate route. "I d-don't want fr-r-reeze."
He rubbed his eyes, trying to keep back the tears. Mentally he was berating himself for getting so emotional about the whole ordeal. Cerdik just needed to get a hold of his emotions.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 7:44 pm
((I think we should draw an actual map just so that we all have a general idea of where every thing is and where we are going and what we have to go thru to get there I am not a very good artist but I could make on if you want me to I will be asking for imput on everything though cause concidering this is a story being wrote but i group of people i think the map should be made the same way with imput for who have ideas))
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:01 pm
Riventopp Mountains. The moment Tanyeera had heard that name, her blood had frozen. They were going to have to cross the Riventopp Mountains? Cockatrice territory Riventopp Mountains?
Tanyeera groaned internally, stifling the urge to do so out loud. Riventopp Mountains. That really should have figured. The temple could have been in the South or West or even the North. But noooo, Bellaream just had to stick her temple in the East, didn't she?
Tanyeera knew she was being unfair to the Goddess, but truthfully she didn't care. Riventopp Mountains! Cockatrice territory! That thought was occupying too much of her attention for her to be bothered about silly little things like being unfair.
Cockatrice were distantly related to the dragons, but there had been a....disagreement and they'd split up. Hah, it sounded so neat and easy when Tanyeera put it like that. Truthfully, the disagreement had escalated into the bloodiest wars in draconic history.
After many, many eons of ceaseless slaughter, the dragons had finally managed to cast the cockatrice out of the Ridgeback Mountains in the West, and they had settled in the Riventopp Mountains in the East. The dragons had been too weak to go after and exterminate them, but the scrying of draconic mages had determined where they'd settled.
Now, any dragon who ventured into cockatrice territory were swiftly shown to be unwelcome, and the same could be said of a cockatrice in dragon territory. In other words, dragons and cockatrice hated each others guts, and had done so for millenia.
Tanyeera knew all this, because she'd been born a dragon and if not for a long series of evil people, complicated events, fortune, misfortune, and erroneous mistakes (not all on her part), she might still be living happily with her family-clan in the Ridgeback Mountains.
In any case, she was still part dragon and the thought of venturing into the Riventopp Mountains made her flesh creep. Any cockatrice that spotted her would know her for at least part-dragon immediately. Then....
She came out of her morbid contemplations only as she heard Cerdik speak.
"Do not fear," she re-assured. "You will not freeze. We will not let you. However... I'm afraid I must bring up another problem in going over the Riventopp Mountains...." much as she hated bringing up personal details about herself, she didn't think she had a choice at this point. The party needed to know so they could take precautions.
"I was born a dragon, and I am still at least part-dragon. If even a single cockatrice sees me and raises the alarm, the entire Clan Cockatrice is going to descend on our heads like a load of bricks. I think it would be best if I separated from the party and skirted the Riventopp Mountains, then rejoined you lot on the other side. My presence would only endanger you in the Mountains."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:55 pm
((I'll draw up a map))
Hearing Cerdik’s terrified outcry, Garren looked to the lad and gave him a reassuring nod.
“Don’t worry.” Garren smiled to Cerdik, “You will be safe with us. We won’t let anything happen to you so long as we are empowered to do so. I’m pretty sure Isarelle could work something out for you.”
Garren frowned at Tayneera’s comments. That was a bit of a setback. But it would take much too long for her to go around the mountains while the rest of them went over. But how to get her over safely? There had to be a way.
“Before we can work out the Cockatrice problem, I have to ask what rout we’d be taking.”
“It’s a southern pass.” Adencia chimed in, “They call it Traitor’s Trail. It’s the way I came last time more for the thrill than anything. It’s the most dangerous of all the trails, but it’s also the only pass that’s not Cockatrice territory – strictly Mason – that’s why it’s so dangerous. I would rather take on a Cockatrice to a Mason any day, but considering Tayneera’s plight, I suppose it would be the best way. There are fewer storms through there, more sheltered spots for camps, and many shortcuts through the mountains – mainly abandoned Mason tunnels. It’s also the shortest trail and we’d make it out a couple days earlier than if we take a different trail.”
Garren looked at Adencia disbelievingly. She went through such a treacherous pass just for thrills? That was the most insane thing he’d ever heard anybody do! But, considering the fact that she was standing before him – alive to tell the tale of Traitor’s Trail – she must’ve known what she was doing. It was a tricky alternative to different routs, but the best considering their group. Cockatrice free for Tayneera, and little blizzards for the fragile Cerdik. But there was one thing he had to know.
“Eh . . . you say it’s a Mason’s pass? How many Masons did you come across in your travels?”
Adencia thought, considering what counted and pooling up the figures.
“I had a head on encounter with about . . . three, I’d say, then I was able to dodge maybe five more.”
Garren tried not to gape and continued, “And what happened to those you encountered? Were you able to loose them?”
“I was able to kill them, if that’s what you mean.” She answered, “You can never escape a Mason after you’ve had a head-on encounter. They’ll never loose your scent and either put you in your grave or go to their own searching for you.”
Garren gulped. This wasn’t going to be fun, but considering . . . At least Adencia was able to handle herself on the trail. Such a small elf killing three Masons? This made Garren feel slightly better but not much. Scratching the back of his head a bit nervously he looked to everyone else.
“So . . . what’s it going to be?”
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:09 pm
Tanyeera considered it. Traitor's Trail, she had not thought of that before. To a dragon, Masons were infinitely preferable to cockatrice. At the very core of their being, dragons were a clannish people and it was.... uncomfortable for them to think of fighting someone who was related, no matter how distantly. The hatred between the two races only made it worse, and there was a deep sense of wrongness about the whole thing. Furthermore, dragons had a very strong sense of custom and protocol and venturing into another person's territory without permission was a strict no-no.
Ah well, what was done was done and Tanyeera was just as glad of Traitor's Trail. "I think Traitor's Trail would be a good solution. I'm in favour of it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:29 pm
((Oh, jeezum, I just realized something. I was incorrect when I spoke of Oakenshire. I didn't mean Dryads as I had typed, I meant Sirens. Sorry if there's confusion; I mixed up my creatures. From now on they are Oakenshire SIRENS not DRYADS . . . dryads are wood nymphs, not sea nymphs . . .))
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 4:53 pm
“It sounds perfectly acceptable to me. The route, while dangerous, never was the real issue of this trip. We are all cursed and we all know it, some of us, myself included, may prove a danger to the group if our curses activate. We all have to work together to help keep our curses under control, and failing that, minimize the damages. The trials will not come from the monsters, but from ourselves. We have to be ready to face them, with any luck, for one final time.” Kayoe wondered what would happen if he turned on one of his allies due to his curse. He wasn’t sure what some of their skill levels were, but he wasn’t quite confidant that they could beat him with non-deadly force. One more reason to not get mad.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:18 pm
((I must ask because i don't think it got explained... what exactly is a Mason? Should our characters all be familiar with them?))
As Kayoe went on about the trials their curses would cause, a realization hit her. She was just as dangerous to their safety, even though she had no weapons. The reason she had distanced herself from society and civilization had not necessarily been because of the form she took, as that could be hidden, but rather how she came to be in that form each night. A frightened, distressed look came upon her face and she was filled with a shamed urgency to voice her problem.
"Ummm," she began weakly, "I'm afraid that... well, most of you have already witnessed my transformation at dusk last night. See, it is not too hard to hide the Firebird, though bright she can be covered by a thick blanket or some such. But... well, I'm afraid that when I transform it is quite big and quite bright and... well, there are flames and I would attract much attention." She tried to breathe, but fear and anxiety stopped her. She dropped her gaze, eyes unable to fix on one spot. "It's not something that can be helped... It would burn away anything nearby it... including any of you. That is why I ran as far as I could..."
She let her thoughts mix up and spill out her mouth in a long strain. Speaking in front of people had never been a talent she held, and in the light of the situation, she really didn't care for it at all. Her mouth tended to babble in times like this. One thought did strike a bit of humor in her mind though: the fact that she could set quite a fine bon fire to keep them warm.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:32 pm
"Hmmm." Tanyeera considered Kayoe's problem. She had not been there to witness her transformation but she could guess what it looked like. "Well, we could always hide you in a deep cave right before the transformation so as not to draw attention, but tell me... during the transformation when you spew flames and such... is it normal fire? Or is it magical fire? And how hot is it? About the heat of a volcano would you say?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 11:52 am
((Information about the Masons will come a bit later, no need to worry about that. Just know that they are big, ugly, and dangerous. When we get to Riventopp they will be explained more in detail.))
Garren thought about Aranai’s plight and nodded to what Tayneera said.
“We could stop at a cave for the time when you transform; that would hide it pretty well. But I do suppose we would need to know the intensity of it as Tayneera’s questions solve. There is no need to worry about it so don’t stress. There are ways to fix this.” He said reassuringly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:00 pm
((Ohhhtay. Drew up a map, and I apologise for the elementary drawing skills, that's just my terrible drawing. Our Eastward JourneyThe red dots are important points on the map. The first one to the very left is Rosewood Manor. The next one on the western shore of Oakenshire waters is Kendica. The dot on the eastern side of Oakenshire Waters just before Riventopp Mountains is the town Little Riventopp. Traitor's Trail is marked by a green, some-what dashed line near the southern part of the mountains. After that, as you can see, is the Bowen sanctuary -- our ultimate destination -- and Gracevalley, the valley with Bellaream's temple. If you have anymore questions about the map/journey, feel free to ask.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:07 pm
((For the record, its Tanyeera, not Tayneera.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:52 pm
((Oh, jeezum. Have I been spelling it like that the whole time? Ah, I'm sorry!))
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:21 pm
((Typos. They happen. Doesn't mean she got it wrong on purpose.))
Cerdik, somewhat more calm now that his immediate fears had subsided, listened to the conversation jump around, and realized how little he had to offer. They knew the questions to ask, the options available to them, and what would be needed. He felt quite positive that the group of accurseds could plan, prepare, and carry out the voyage without him. All he had was his simple magic, and even then it wore him out so quickly.
Perhaps he could make the trip on his own once they crossed the river. Thinking more logically about it now, Cerdik figured that he could probably purchase some thicker clothing somewhere on the other side... Then he remembered he had no money. So, I can steal it, he thought, but also had to turn down that option. Even if he had the opportunity, he probably didn't have the strength or skill to smuggle some heavy clothes, probably leather, safely from a shop or stall. So he was reduced to two options. Take off on his own after someone else purchased the clothing for him, or to stop being so self-conscious and just keep with the group.
He decided on the latter, blushing faintly at his own idiocy. Perhaps that was the reason he was here: to learn to accept his own frailty and eventually overcome it. When he first arrived, he had believed he was already beyond it, but now it was becoming apparent that he wasn't. Perhaps the only way for any of them to actually get rid of their curses, they would first have to accept and learn to handle their curses. Of course, that was easiest said from Cerdik's perspective: he didn't have to worry about melting the skin off a person's bones, or randomly morphing into another creature and tearing people limb from limb.
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