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       #Post#: 490--------------------------------------------------
       A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 2, 2014, 10:23 pm
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       *A new adventure!*
       For what seems like the first time in the week since the
       accident, the great hall of the palace is completely silent,
       though it is no less crowded. All who are in attendance maintain
       the respectful quiet as the four emissaries from Calimshan
       approach Commander Finn Shepard, dressed in his formal Buard
       uniform, and the ornate chest at his feet.
       "My Lords," Shepard says, his voice as resonant as ever, but now
       painted with the weightiness of grief and exhaustion. His
       usually well kept beard has been left to grow out, and it seems
       his hair has finally gone more silver than gold. "It is with
       great sadness that I present this to you. Lurtz was not only a
       strong and honorable man, but a close friend. I never thought—"
       One of the emissaries from Calimshan cuts Shepard off: "Lurtz
       was an old man. His time was nigh." The speaker is a fierce
       looking half orc, with a long black beard, hair pulled back into
       a tight ponytail, and a worn leather patch across his right eye.
       His voice is rough and deep, but not unkind.
       One of his companions, a huge half-orc at least a foot and a
       half taller than Shepard and twice as wide, nods in agreement.
       "Fire is a wicked thing."
       The one-eyed half-orc says, "We thank you, Shepard, for
       returning to us his bones. Rest assured that they will find
       peace in the sands of our homeland."
       With that, all four emissaries, three half-orcs and a human,
       lift the chest, and proceed to carry it slowly back through the
       hall and out the main doors. As the palace buards close the main
       doors behind them, Shepard stands for a moment staring past the
       great wooden doors. He blinks, and then says, "The Council will
       now hear all comers." He then turns and sits himself at the long
       table at the head of the hall, beside Chrysyres and several
       notables from other regions of Grand Halen.
       At this, the silence gives way to tumult as the crowd jostles to
       get into some sort of line. On the sides of the hall, more
       patient supplicants are huddled together, discussing in things
       amongst each other in hushed voices.
       The first to be heard are three knights, each with a different
       fruit adorning his surcoat: a Watermelon, a Pumpkin, and a
       Grapefruit.
       "My lords and lady," the Pumpkin knight says, kneeling before
       the table. "Our good Lord Maxwell of Harvest Hall humbly
       requests Grand Halen's aid in the fight against those who would
       usurp Impiltur's throne. Only an Oswynn may hold that highest of
       seats, and Lord Maxwell seeks to put one there: a girl who was
       found living high in the mountains to the west of our Lord's
       realm has proven to be of that royal bloodline! We beseech you,
       help our Lord restore this lady to her rightful place."
       "Such claims have been made before, sirs, and all have proven
       false," Chrysyres says, clasping her bandaged hands on the table
       in front of her. "Even if her claim were true, we cannot help
       you— Our king— my husband— was nearly killed here, in the center
       of our nation. We cannot commit our few forces to foreign wars
       when we cannot keep our own people safe."
       Down the table, the other councilors nod in agreement.
       The Watermelon knight makes to speak, but Shepard silences him.
       "The Lady has spoken, and the council agrees. We cannot give you
       the help you seek."
       "As you say. It is disappointing, but I'm sure our Lord will
       understand," The Pumpkin knight says, as the three of them bow
       stiffly and move to the side of the hall.
       Blaster, Geoffrey and Lyrina are standing together to the side
       of the hall.
       #Post#: 491--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 2, 2014, 11:10 pm
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       "My Lady Chrysialis, althagh these young adventurures may haff
       anly seen but one or two of the warl's perils, this party has
       promise! A lower rank graop like this, built of foreners ain't
       worth much in the cities. None of these wankas know the workins
       of the Grand Hale anyho, they problay don't even know her
       anthem! We could send us wanka-tankas out to help a neighba?"
       Blaster's face is full of pride, to him this may have seemed
       like the most graceful, articulate, and effective social
       exchange he'd mustered in his life.
       #Post#: 492--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 2, 2014, 11:53 pm
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       Some of the other members of the council begin snickering and
       whispering to one another, but Chrysyres simply smiles and says,
       "Thank you, Blaster, your input is appreciated. However, I must
       ask that you wait your turn if you have business with the
       council." She motions for the next group to come forward, and a
       haggard looking group of men with huge hair and beards, blue
       face paint, and fur cloaks approach.
       The Pumpkin knight shoulders his way over to your group. He has
       a head of bright orange hair, tousled from the stiff winds
       blowing outside the palace doors, and a large orange moustache
       and sideburns.
       "Blaster, eh? You're the sort of man we came here to find. Lord
       Maxwell is always looking for strong fighting men, and he can be
       very generous to those who serve him well. I was but a peasant
       until Lord Maxwell himself raised me to knighthood for slaying
       Roderick Burgundy at the battle of Southfen."
       #Post#: 493--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 2, 2014, 11:59 pm
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       *Has Blaster heard of the Battle of Southfen? Military Lore
       check: d20(8+10)+(-1INT)+2= 19
       #*#*##*REMEMBER WE ADD 10 TO Lore Checks that are 1-10 in
       non-combat situations*#*#*#*#**
       #Post#: 494--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 3, 2014, 3:31 am
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       Blaster remembers overhearing talk about the battle of Southfen
       between some buards in the barracks some years ago. It was a
       bloody battle that occurred in a marshy area just north of
       Harvest Hill. An army composed of men of house Burgundy and
       house Firthson were marching down to attempt to take Harvest
       Hill, the seat of house Witburn. Lord Maxwell, current lord of
       house Witburn, caught them in the marsh, which was swollen due
       to heavy rains. Many men on both sides lost their lives that
       day, some to their enemies, but more to the mud and water. Some
       notable casualties included Sir Strickland, the Blue Boar of
       Glenwood, Sir Caulfield the Crazed, and Roderick Burgundy,
       eldest son of Lord Archibald Burgundy and heir to The Pass.
       #Post#: 495--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 3, 2014, 3:20 pm
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       "Ah, so you da lad who got  Burgundy in da swamp eh? Well, that
       musta been a hellofathing. I serve Rogny though, I ain' interest
       in Impilturian knighthood. I just interested in Justice."
       #Post#: 496--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 3, 2014, 5:49 pm
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       "Aye, Justice." The Pumpkin knight glances behind his shoulder
       at Chrysyres, who is listening intently to the bearded men.
       "Though it seems the people of this nation have a queer sense of
       what that means. If you change your mind, you'll find us at the
       Adventures End Tavern. We leave at first light. Ask for Sir
       Leonard Brackwell."
       With that, the three knights give little nods and stalk off down
       the hall towards the main door.
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       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 3, 2014, 6:08 pm
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       "Yagh" Blaster mumbles in affirmation.
       #Post#: 498--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: ducki Date: November 3, 2014, 6:24 pm
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       **Question: how messed up am I?**
       #Post#: 499--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 3, 2014, 8:09 pm
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       *Your hands and legs and left arm are scarring, but still
       require some bandaging. You've also now got some pretty serious
       burn scarring around your left eye, all the way back to your
       left ear. You've got a bald patch above your left eye.*
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