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 Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:02 pm
Brurag didn't even bother to look over at the human. Sometimes he wondered if it was natural for human's to think orcs usually walked about wearing nothing but worn and torn sack cloth pants and no shirt. He sighed in disappointment, hoping the female would notice it and realize he was half naked and in desperate need of armor. Frustrated he finally said
"I am still in dire need of armor, and a sling so I may keep this axe comfortably on my back."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 7:50 am
"We only have tonight, remember that we aren't exactly figures of respect in the town after the debacle in the square...If you have anyone to visit, talk to or any business to do I suggest you do it now and as discreetly as possible."
Erron spoke tiredly, he would like nothing better than to fall into a soft bed and forget everything that had happened in the last two weeks, but he would have to find the Dwarven Emissaries, and go to Edge to speak to him before leaving town. They had gleaned no real information on the Necromancer, only that it seemed that every race was being drawn into some sort of warfare
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 7:58 am
Elder Je'kal nodded in appreciation to Tjaden before making off to the armory and prepared with the other warriors.
A young orc boy ran in front of Tjaden then, his stout-hearted appearance and strong gaze belied the fact that Tjaden stared at himself.
Soon, the Sun Scorched Desert faded away, the conflict of the past between the Scorpion Tribe and the Serpent Tribe disappeared and the blackness consumed all, leaving nothing but Tjaden and his younger self, staring face to face.
"You,"spoke the phantasm," you stand now at the crossroads of your life. You have seen your past, you live your present, but what of your future? What would have happened that day, had those humans not lent their aid to your adoptive tribe, sacrificing their lives so that the young and weak could survive?"
The spirit's eyes shifted from Tjaden's natural hue to a deep red.
"I will tell you: You would have become a slave for the Scorpion Tribe, cleaning their wolf pens for years before being thrown into the arena for entertainment. It is there that you would have garnered the fear and respect of your captors, winning your freedom through rite of combat. You would then challenge the chieftain of the tribe to single-combat and take his head, claiming your rule over the tribe. From there, your ambition would know no end. You would begin a campaign against the more privileged races that would leave a bleeding gash across the entire Crescent Peninsula!"
The phantasm changed its form then, to an image identical to Tjaden's current appearance, with the exception of its deep red eyes and obsidian plate armor, carrying a flaming sword in his right hand and a tattered orcish banner in his left.
"You would have been the greatest warchief ever to walk the face of Atur! Now, face your fears! Defeat this darkness within! Fight me! Unleash your rage upon the very embodiment of your hatred!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 11:56 am
((UGH! I SO want to scream advice at Tajden right now but I can't!! GRRRR!!))
Laren looked at the rest of the party and nodded in agreement with Erron's words, "I shall take Brurag and we will find him some suitable armor. Also we can not forget the mighty Franklorn Forgefire, the dwarf I meet when we first entered this city. His ability to reforge artifacts would prove useful in our later travels."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:56 pm
Kal nodded. "I'll meet up with you all at the inn then," he replied, not disclosing where he was going, but the party could assume as they wished. He left the tower quickly, looking for a beggar as soon as he exitted the place. Upon finding a lady human in obvious sack clothing, he approached her. "You, lass, direct me," he commanded as he showed her the coin he'd been given by The Masked Thief/Dwarf he'd met previously. He wanted the nearest entrance to the thieves guild, and in his tired state, his patience was thin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:11 pm
Tjaden's first reaction was surprise. He had been so sure that his test would be to oppose the Scorpion tribe, yet here he found he was facing himself.
He trembled with fury, pushing down a sinking feeling as the reflection spoke.
He is not me! Tjaden kept telling himself. He is a reflection of another time, another place....another possibilty.....he is not me! Though he forced himself to believe it, a part of him would not let him detach himself fully from this abomination of an Orc.
He raised his shield and sword, pointing the weapon at the Orc's throat.
"You have forgotten your ancestors! You have forgotten your tribe. I have already defeated you, for in my heart is the strength of righteousness and the resilience of faith. You may have carved a path through countless innocents, but I am one warrior you cannot hope to contend with. I have battled you since that day....the day we lost our tribe. You are an enemy well known to me, an old struggle that I am well equipped to handle. Come, if you feel you can strike me down, and we shall see whose fears will be faced!"
He is just another Orc...an evil, violent Orc...he is not me!
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 1:27 pm
Despite her seemingly carefree attitude and whining her thoughts were in turmoil. She had much to think over and most of it to do on her own. When Laren suggested someone see the dwarven smith Franklorn she figured she might as well. "If you'll all give me the magical pieces we've found I shall go speak to the master smith." She let out as a sigh.
Collecting the pieces she wandered off to where Laren had last seen him. She wandered the market's blindly not even bothering to look around her thoughts turn inward struggling to come to grips to all that had happened to her. Then she thought about Ronus, her friend since they had all escaped from a necromancer's dungeon. He had given his life freely to protect the rest of them.
She stumbled and just caught herself to look up and wonder where she was. Remembering her objective she started off again in the general direction of Franklorn's Forge. Before long she was knocking on his door, holding the book and the pieces, waiting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:01 pm
Laren turned to Brurag and said in a calm level tone, "Shall we be off then?" before moving off like the others. Taking the orc to the market she had seen on her earlier adventours in the city, Laren took notice of the many watching eyes of the humans. They seemed a bit more confident now that the orc only seemed to have one ally and Laren made sure to stick close to him, fearing that some of the males may grow bold.
((Assuming we arrive safely))
As Laren entered the Armor Shop she spoke with the clerk, "Greetings good sir. Might you have an armor that might fit my good friend here?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:44 pm
Brurag nodded at the human and simply let the axe rest partially on his shoulder as he gripped the bottom of it's long hilt. The twin blades shown brilliantly in the sunlight. His long hair tumbled down his back and parts of his face. It was a bit ratty and he somewhat smelled, seeing as how his weekly bath in the river was the day he had been captured. Long ago it was common for orc warriors to have their hair long and wild, not ratty and messy but still flowing free. Now it seemed like those that still wore their hair long kept them in what humans had called 'braids' or that they kept it neat and washed at all times. Brurag loved the feeling of his mane flying free in a battle as he hacked apart his foes mercilessly.
Now his messy hair along with the torn sack cloth pants, the heavy axe, and the lack of a shirt made other humans stare at him in shock and fear as if he was no longer a pathetic animal but a fearsome beast who could slaughter them all at any second. He had come to terms with the idea that humans would never think of orcs as true equals, and most would not consider them even as more than animals. He decided, that if a human treated him like an animal, he would react like an animal. Although noone was bothering him now so he simply gave off a devilish grin to the bystanders, showing his sharp teeth and even sharper tusks.
Desperate for armor though, he composed himself when they entered the armor shop, trying his best to look like a civilized orc who had been mistreated or dumped in the woods for too long. He stood up straight and gripped his axe formally across his chest, hoping the human would have some kind of oversized heavy armor to fit him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 4:37 pm
(Multi-response post incoming.)
As Kal had offered the emblazoned coin to the beggar, a familiar shadow formed behind him. The halfling took notice of the surprise in the eye of the seated woman and spun about in time to see the Masked Beard appear.
"Good ta see ya again, lad!" he said in a characteristically loud voice,"I see ye made it out o' the catacombs in one piece, not only that, but ye managed to cause quite a stir in the Market. That one was entertaining!"
In response to the halfling's quizzical expression as to how the dwarf could know so much, the masked man simply shrugged and laughed.
"So, ye came searchin' for me for the trainin' I promised?"
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Outside the Fireforge Workshop, Selce knocked on the door twice more before an irritated bellow came from inside.
"By Hrolfnir's soot-covered beard! I'm comin', I'm comin'!"
The wooden door swung open then, revealing the fire-bearded Franklorn, carrying a half-eaten leg of lamb in one hand and still chewing on a piece pulled from the meat.
"What!? Why does everyone always disturb me during dinner! I swear, its like you adventurin' types just love ta find---"
The irritated dwarf paused as he took note of the leather-bound book located under Selce's arm. As he recognized it, he dropped the lamb's leg instantaneously.
"That's... That's me ancestor's compendium.. I... I apologize for me outburst. I'm used to nosy people coming in here begging for scraps to be repaired or mended. Come in, come in, please!"
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Welcome to my Store:
Special Offers:
Chainmail of the Whale: Increases Health beyond its normal capacity. (1300 Gold)
Helm of the Watcher: Increases sight range by 20 yards. (900 Gold)
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 3:38 am
Kal was caught off guard by the man at first, but when he spun to notice who it was, he knew it was none other than the man he'd been searching for. The voice and accent secured this mental position. He enjoyed the man's accent, though was surprised by how much he knew. He wondered what taught him this information, but got only a laugh and shrug.
Kal nodded, finding this man to be very good at what he did, but also slightly on the insane side. He wanted training. He needed to be better. He put the coin back away in a pocket on the robe. "Teach me, if you will. I know I have alot to learn," he replied.
((Get the Chainmail! Get the Chainmail!))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 7:20 am
Erron watched as the party spread out to do whatever suited their fancy and looked up at the sky, he supposed he could catch Edge by the later afternoon, He headed off to the Tavern in which they had last seen the Dwarven Emissaries with which Ronus had come.
((The chainmail is a sure bet, if you had gone with the throwing axe the helm would have made a nice optional...it still could, but maybe not for you as much as our ranger. its your decision))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 1:31 pm
Selce laughed at the amazed exspression on Franklorn's face. His lamb leg left forgotten on the floor. Her laughter subsided. "May I come inside I have something you would like a great deal I believe." She waved the book about.
Selce offered the compendium to Franklorn binding first. "I was curious as to the items inside, you see a friend of mine has met you recently, Laren, and we were very interested." As she handed the book to the smith she grabbed the magical string they had found. She held it up to catch the light and looked at Franklorn. "A bauble we found in a dungeon it is very strong, but I can not divine what it can do. Maybe you could?" She asked sweetly, her eyes watching and studying Franklorn's face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 5:04 pm
Brurag grinned happily inside because the shop keep had not screamed and hid under a table. Glancing over what was for sale he noticed a nice set of chainmail armor. His eyes locked to it and instantly he wanted. He didn't let his want for the armor show though, he simply nodded at and asked,
"Do we have enough for this set of chainmail armor?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:26 am
"I believe we do and more," Laren said looking at the helm, pondering if she should buy it, "If you need anything else besides the armor I think our funds could support that expense."
The elf then came to a decision and turned to the store clerk, "800 for the helm, 1100 for the chainmail."
((Haggel check lol))
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