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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Discodontron Date: August 9, 2016, 3:40 pm
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Good day sir, so you happen to have any playing cards?
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Okakouta Date: August 19, 2016, 11:00 am
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*cut to two sessions later...*
The Fallen Star Company has attended the evening meal where the
candidates for King made themselves, their families, and
sometimes their motivations known. The Company is in the process
of leaving the estate and has free reign for the time being.
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Rognvaldr Date: August 19, 2016, 11:00 am
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Popo goes to the inn and fills in Viri on what has been going
on while he's been struggling with diarrhea. Popo goes down to
the beach and does some type of meditation, looking around to
see if any other beach patrol types are out and about. If
nothing of interest happens, Popo sleeps and heads out to
Gremion by the Great Tree as was agreed.
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Okakouta Date: August 19, 2016, 5:54 pm
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The night air smells fresh after the rain and a cool breeze
blows into the bay. The light house is producing enough light to
see by the docks, as some people dressed in ragged clothing move
some equipment onto small fishing vessels. Some birds ride the
winds higher up and squinting some Sirens are visible in the
distance, dancing around in the air. The streets are quiet, with
a small group of people walking past every so often.
Entering the inn, the establishment smells of mead, as folk are
still drinking their fill. The Innkeep is mopping the floor and
attempting to heard people away from one side of the bar where
his assisstant is placing chair atop the table.
The bard, known as Rosemary, whom you met earlier when supplying
copious amounts of drink to the patrons, is playing a "go home"
song titled 'King's Refuge', where the Elven King Malasloch died
bravely fighting the Demon Hordes of Old and his subjects wep
for three centuries.
The Innkeep waves the party upstairs to a room you'd reserved
earlier during the day. The room has four beds and has
sufficient space for Ungrag Jr. to sleep in a corner.
Hours later, the morning sun shines through the shutters. Bells
can be heard ringing from the docks and the bustle from the day
before has returned to the town. From downstairs comes the smell
of grilled fish and potato cakes, included in the price of the
room.
Today is the day that the champions are departing - after going
to the Great Tree, you'll likely have time to catch them before
they depart from the docks. Heading east out of the main gate,
the road is well kept, albeit damp from the rain. Further from
the shelter of the town walls, the wind is stronger, flowing
over the ground, pushing the waves of grass in one direction.
Requiring no more than 30 minutes by foot, you crest a hill and
see what must be The Great Tree sitting atop a grassy hill,
another half-mile off.
The tree's branches reach towards the sky, towering over any
other, and cast a shadow upon you before you can even seen the
details of the leaves. There are several men and women clothed
in brown robes, identical in style to those worn by Gremion.
Many look rather youthful, going about some task. Reading,
writing, gathering plants, feeding deer, planting crops - the
community seems to be thriving. These people are exiting and
entering several other large trees nearby.
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Rognvaldr Date: August 19, 2016, 6:20 pm
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"Hey, Gremmy! How's it going man?"
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Discodontron Date: August 19, 2016, 6:32 pm
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"Greeting Young ones, May the Weather be always as peaceful as
this." Clunk exclaims. Breathing a heavily allowing the air to
fill the hollow insides of his metal Frame. Watching the grass
sway in the wind "It is as it should always be a wonder to see
you again, Gremion! What is your mission during this time that
the champions will prove their metal?" and as he ends you hear a
quiet chuckle.
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Rognvaldr Date: August 19, 2016, 6:39 pm
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HTML https://youtu.be/0vhfEgQVDAc
does it sound like this?
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Duncan Seastove Date: August 20, 2016, 8:39 am
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Viri seems taken aback by what he is seeing, and his mouth hangs
slightly agape. Turning to Gremi, he says, "I see no scars of
battle here, no wounded warriors. I have sailed the entire Sea
of Fallen Stars and beyond, and never have I seen a place so
untouched by violence or want. Tell me, Master Druid, how can
this be, especially in lands so martial as the Western Isles?"
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Okakouta Date: August 20, 2016, 12:08 pm
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One of the younger druids sees you approach and greets the
Company no more than 20 ft from the base of the Great Tree.
"Greetings travelers. My name is Ronaldo, one of the druids in
training." He smiles and gives a welcoming bow to you. "You are
just as Master Gremion described. He resides inside the tree for
the moment. You may go to him."
The Company walks up the dirt path, and the taller members need
to duck, as you go through a wooden door leading into the trunk
of the Great Tree. A little path through the thickness of the
base leads out into an open area, large enough for several
people to live comfortably. It's damp, dark, but relatively
warm. Moss and fungi are growing on the inside of the trunk,
while magical light illuminates the inside. Looking upward there
appears to be something like a constructed floor, made of wood.
Tables and bookshelves along with some expensive looking glass
tubes litter the inside. Despite the damp, the smell is
pleasant, cinnamon and juniper berries you think. Gremion and
another figure are sitting in a chair close to a tiny fire,
boiling a kettle.
When he hears you come in he ceases his conversation with the
other figure and stands up. "Welcome friends. The birds were
singing this morning, so I believe it a good sign."
"The druids and the people of the Western Isles live together
and serve as teachers for the common folk and advisers for the
powerful." He looks at Viri, "You have not seen much of our
islands, but I think you will find that despite the culture of
honor and raiding, I would not describe them as martial. The
common man or women many want to resolve many of his/her
disagreements with his/her fists, but only because they speak
louder than words. They desire war no more than you or I, but
they are also prepared to die for their Clan."
The voice of a woman comes from back of the room "They have come
here to learn about us surely, not receive your lecture."
Gremion laughs "yes well, this region here is especially well
kept by the students of the Western Isles Circle. Regardless of
clan or allegiance, the Great Tree is considered sacred and the
druids are able to live out simple lives together with Freya."
Gremion laughs as Clunk's pun, "I am pleased to see you've
learnt some humor Clunk. I'm not one competing and I must
prepare some items for the coronation."
"Now Popo, you and Olly wished for me to teach you, yes?" His
face is calm and he scratches his beard. "I'm happy to teach
you, but you must do something for me first. The Watcher's Cave
is an old old artifact hidden on the island, rumored to be in
the Forest of Silence. Head to the deepest chamber and bring me
back what you find. If you do this, I will be able to teach
you."
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Re: The Honor of the King
By: Rognvaldr Date: August 20, 2016, 12:40 pm
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Entering, popo gives some shakas and some "What's up dudes" to
the students. Meeting with Gremmy he exclaims, "Hey, radical,
far out pad here man! Id love to go grab whatever for you but
like, there isn't a deadline right? Cause we were about to head
out with my bro Shaun to check out Ilha Desperdico." Popo looks
around at the scene with passive curiosity, "Hey, Gremmy, do you
have any clue what Shaun might be planning to do in Gulthandor
by the way? He mentioned something about it, seemed kinda
sketchy, I don't really know much about them besides what you've
said, they similar to you? Also, you know anything about relief
at Ilha Desperdico, I heard the Un Taig boy was paddling out
there, was wondering how we could help."
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