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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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       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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