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SCENE 24 - Th'Atch Village

SCENE 24 – Th’Atch Village
By Gamekeeper Fbaff on Saturday, 3 August 2013 at 11:29

The pastoral agricultural farming village of Th’Atch consists of a dozen roundhouses of the design with thatched straw conical roofs coming down almost to the ground, built around a circle of timbers and a round drystone wall. A small stream meandering through the land provides fresh water, this has been dug into irrigation and defensive channels around the village into the fields.

It is an open village, the buildings all form a circle around a large central area, their doorways facing inward. The largest hut in the village is at the ‘back’ of the village behind which are some woods across the fields. Chickens roam freely, there are several goats, cattle, etc.

The road here forms a T-junction with the buildings at the top. There are no sign-posts although you see some carved wooden totems based on animals and birds outside some of the buildings.

The village folk are farmers, working the fields. They peer curiously at your approach. Yas hails one of them in the distance, a girl of about her age who waves back, hitches her skirts, picks up a wicker basket and runs toward the village as fast as she can.

A small crowd of villagers, mostly children, gathers around. Yas jumps down from the horse and embraces her friend. “My hands.” she indicates Runkle and Draco. The children are a mixture of curiosity and afraid of seeing a real life goblin; they have heard stories.

“The community hut is the big one.” Yas shouts back at you before disappearing into one of the smaller buildings with her friend.

A swarthy farmer in his early twenties approaches and offers to water your horses. “Friends of Jasmine is welcome here.” He says. “There’ll be a feast tonight, if you’ll tell us of your adventures.”
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Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff Justin Asin Gordon Macleod
3 August 2013 at 11:33 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Farmer “My thanks friend, treat my horse well for she has been through a lot recently. A feast for a tale sounds like a good offer to me! Here, for your trouble.”
Draco gives the farmer 2 silver pieces.
Draco then takes a wander clockwise around the village keeping an eye out for anything/anybody that may sell/make things.
3 August 2013 at 13:32 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff The farmer is surprised by your generosity, and accepts the coins gratefully.
“Mister, can I have some coins?” asks one of the children, a little girl. She is grinning and tugging at your clothes.
“Me too! Can I have some coins?”
“Can we have some coins, mister?” the kids all nag at you until one of the elders shouts at them and they all run off to play between the buildings.
It reminds you of the two runaway children from several days ago who stole a horse from the knights of Salem.

Outside one of the huts is a small, basic wood workshop. A man with an etched leather face is sitting on a stool, using a hooked knife to scrape back layers from a piece of wood. Close by him on crude racks are several farming tools that he has been fixing, and several half carved animal figures. They are not the best workmanship you have seen.

" ‘help you, stranger?" he peers up at you, squinting with one eye against the sunshine. The pace of life is slow and gentle here, pastoral and these are honest. earthy folk.
4 August 2013 at 10:16 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco takes in all he sees and cant help but compare this place with his childhood in Khare.
@ Man "maybe you can friend…..did strangers pass this way recently? a female dark elf?…….also, are you the only craftsman in Th’Atch?"
4 August 2013 at 13:12 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff “Nay, o’er there’s a basket weaver. Here, we all learn a little of everything it takes to live our humble ways. Your quarry d’aint passed by here.”

You hear Jasmine shout your name. She is in the entrance to the hut she disappeared into, beckoning you over.
4 August 2013 at 16:29 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @man “My thanks.”
Draco turns at his name being called and proceeds to the hut Jas entered.
4 August 2013 at 17:54 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
Jas shouts from the hut doorway; “Runko, please bring my blue bag from the horse, but careful with it.”

@ Draco:
Jas leads you inside the hut. The dwelling is large; a low stone wall with wide slab shelf on its top and alcove shelves runs all the way around the circumference but for the entrance, which has a wooden door. A hearth in the centre of the room is little more than a camp fire in stone slabs, with a trickle holding a hanging cauldron. There are metal utensils and a pile of cut logs beside it. At the back of the room is a thick pile of straw covered in blankets, in which a figure is sleeping.

Jas: “Dracle, this is my friend Mia. She is of marrying age. She asked to meet you.”

The girl is in her mid teenage years and is average pretty. She has brown hair in bunches and rosy cheeks. Mia curtsy’s and holds her hand out toward you, palm down. She giggles with nervous excitement. She is wearing a green canvas dress that was originally dark but has faded with age, it is probably a hand-me down.

Mia: “We don’t get too many strangers in these parts, not ones we can trust nohow. All brigands it’s been. Yas told me you beat the blue rag gang. You must be brave and strong. Are you hungry?”
4 August 2013 at 23:25 · Edited · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Jas
“Sure!”

Runkle attempts to take the blue bag from the horse to bring in to Jas.
4 August 2013 at 23:24 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle: I described the interior of the dwelling in the post above, not much has changed in there.
Jas: “Aw thank you Runko. So sweet.” She smiles when you give her the bag. She sits on the floor cross legged and begins to unpack it. It contains two bottles wrapped in fabric, her clothes, which she unravels and returns to the bag. She gives the bottles to Mia. “Brandy!” She says with a fire in her voice. “Stash one and say no more, the other is for us.”

Mia smiles widely and hides one of the bottles beneath the bed.

@Draco: Mia passes you a bottle of brandy. “Would you be so kind as to uncork me, sir?”

Jas laughs. “Mia!” (shocked)

Mia: “Well!” (mock defensive)
4 August 2013 at 23:30 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Mia “Honoured to meet you Mia, though i must tell you that i am beneath your notice. I am more than you imagine and less than i appear……..i can however help you with this bottle.”
With that, Draco takes his stocky knife and uncorks the bottle and hands it to Jas.
5 August 2013 at 19:42 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff “Thats exactly what she’s looking for.” Jas says in a dark voice just before taking an unladylike large swig of the drink and passes it directly to Mia, who takes a ladylike small sip of it, and sneezes. She holds the bottle out sideways at arms length, moving it left to right in a gesture of ‘help please someone take this off me now!’ while holding the back of her other hand to her nose and squinting her eyes.
5 August 2013 at 23:26 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco takes the bottle from Mia, and shoots a quick dark look at Jas, then passes the bottle to Runkle.
@Jas “what have you called us for and when do we leave here?”
7 August 2013 at 20:29 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff Jas gestures toward Mia who is smiling at you, half embarrassed and half flirtatious.
“The village will honour us at dusk. We will leave at dawn.”
7 August 2013 at 23:10 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @ Jas “Fine, …..dont be drinking to much, you know….the baby.”
7 August 2013 at 23:14 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff Jas looks at you in surprise, a mix of defensiveness as if you’re an idiot for telling her what to do, and awe at your caring; her eyes light up to your heroicness. Mostly she is surprised by her own reaction.
7 August 2013 at 23:51 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco leaves the hut and continues his wandering of the village.
7 August 2013 at 23:53 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Several farmers of mixed age are coming in from the fields. Other villagers around include a woman weaving baskets from floppy sticks, the group of children who are running around playing games. They run over to see you.
“Hey mister, can i have a go on your sword?”
“Hey mister, can I ride your horse?”
“Hey mister, are dragons really real?”
“Hey mister is Jasmine your girlfriend?”
“Hey mister is that goblin your boyfriend?”
“Hey mister how many people have you killed?”
“Hey mister are you a bandit?”
and many similar questions.

One of the adults yells at them and they scatter, all but for the cutest kid in the village who looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

The farmer who attended your horses has tied them on lengths of rope near to where the ground slopes down into a widened part of an irrigation ditch. He is busy hefting a bale of hay over to them.

Other members of the village are preparing for the community meal in the big hut. They are wearing simple peasant clothes. The word ‘twee’ describes it most accurately after all your harsh recent experiences.
9 August 2013 at 00:04 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco walks to the weaver.
@Weaver “Greetings, tell me lady, have strangers passed this way of late?”
9 August 2013 at 00:07 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff “I be lookin’ at one.” She has only one eye. She ignores you and goes back to her weaving.
9 August 2013 at 00:08 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco stares at the old woman.
@old woman “….truly, you are a Seer…….”
Draco leaves her and takes a spot on the ground in the shade.
9 August 2013 at 06:17 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
There is a nice tree between some of the buildings from where you can see the central circle. The relaxation and the swig of brandy you took does you some good and you may regain 2 of your STAMINA points. …See More
9 August 2013 at 10:14 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco sits and feels all the better for it. He looks at the black marks on his hands and arms and wonders at all the recent events.
This reflection causes him to recall an event from his past…..his mind tries to clutch at the images but they seem to fracture, fray at the edges and then dissolve like morning mist.
Draco tries to suppress his growing anger and calm his mind, he toys with his knife to pass the time.
10 August 2013 at 09:08 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

Runkle takes a swig of brandy.

@ Jasmine
“Well, Draco is very duty-minded and secretive. I don’t think he’ll want to be tied down now, or any time in the near future.”

@ Mia
“But you seem like a nice girl. I can ask to see what he sees about it and get back to you.”
10 August 2013 at 12:20 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff The brandy is refreshing, filling you with a warm, comfortable feeling. It does not have the body that Goblins prefer but is passable, although it is much too sweet for your liking.

The girls laugh. Mia says; “Thank you. Oh hells I haven’t fed the darn chickens yet.” She rushes out of the hut, leaving you alone with Jasmine.

“Where are you from, Runko? How did you meet Drakle? I never met many goblins before.”
10 August 2013 at 13:16 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Jasmine…See More
11 August 2013 at 00:32 · Like · 1
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
Jasmine says; “Runkle. Oh and the other one is Draco. I get it now. Who is it that you are failing to protect?” She laughs and takes another swig of the brandy.
11 August 2013 at 10:22 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

Runkle gets a little uncomfortable being reminded of his original mission.

@ Jasmine
“Some priest guy, I think. For some caravan. I forget the details. Maybe Draco would remember more. It was originally more than just us two. Several people joined on, but we got split up.”
11 August 2013 at 14:04 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
“Would you be interested in my hiring you to return me safely to the arms of my love?” Jasmine asks in all sincerity.
11 August 2013 at 14:40 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco wolfsbane: Draco idly wonders what a life growing up in a little village like this would be like……then takes to watching the villagers go about their buisness.
13 August 2013 at 22:13 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff The village is placid. Word of your involvement with the destruction of the blue rag gang has gone round and their slow pastoral community is beginning preparing food for this nights feast. A farmer who is hauling bundles of straw into the large hut stops what he is doing and approaches you.

“Ye be thar hero who saved us thar tithe to thar bandits, so say thar childers. We know young Jasmine around thise parts and respect her. Ye be welcome here too as was her father before her some twenty years gone. It please me if ye call thise village home. Brack be thy name.”

Brack’s open, honest face smiles broadly as he claps his hands on your shoulders.

“At thar feast tonight I’ll say the same.”

With that he returns to his task of loading straw into the village hall. You watch as a woman comes out of one of the huts and hollers at some of the kids for using the sloping turf roof of the large hall as a slide and for roly-poly’s.
20 August 2013 at 10:49 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Despite all the kindness, and easy going nature of this village,Draco feels uneasy….aggitated. he looks forward to the feast and to leaving here.
Draco watches Brack toiling, then closes his eyes and sleeps a very light drifting sleep…..the sleep of a man ready to awaken at a moments notice.
20 August 2013 at 20:29 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Jasmine…See More
22 August 2013 at 02:07 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
Jasmine smiles. The intensity in her eyes is strange, at once fierce and calm. It reminds you of the ocean.
“He is abroad. I know where to find him. We travel West to the coast.”
22 August 2013 at 16:37 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod BUMP
7 September 2013 at 16:42 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff OOC should we cut to the feast scene?
14 September 2013 at 00:05 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin OOC
Sounds good to me!
14 September 2013 at 01:19 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod <ooc> Yes!
14 September 2013 at 08:05 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff Th’Atch Village Hall

The main and largest building in Th’atch village is the community hall. It is, like all the other buildings here, round; with a low stone wall forming a shelf ledge around the inside, and a conical wooden structure on top of which is dry cut grass (hay). Unlike the other dwellings in the village, the village hall does not have an open fireplace in the centre; but rather two of them, set into the wall at 33 degrees either side of the main door-way. There is a spit-roasting hog above one, and a steaming cauldron above the other.

The centre of the room contains a splendid rectangular wood table, large enough for the villagers to sit around on benches on either side.

At the back of the room is an unusual feature; a sturdy wooden trapdoor measuring eight feet square is bolted on all sides with a dozen bolts, and is covered in heavy rocks. There are also many little wooden carvings, wrapped in bundles of fabrics and twisted vine, thrown on top of it; assumedly as some type of protective offering.

Along with Jasmin, you are given guest seats of honour in the centre of the table. Villagers wait on you hand and foot. Introductions are made explaining your bravery and you are asked to retell the story of how you heroically dispatched from the world the fearsome blue rag gang.
15 September 2013 at 20:27 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Jas “What is that trapdoor for?”
15 September 2013 at 23:09 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Momentarily the room falls silent, before a clamour of everyone talking at once about anything totally different.
Mia serves you a bowl of nutritious vegetable broth with large chunks of prime cut roast hog floating about in it.

“That’s the ’hatch” she whispers coarsely. “We don’t like to talk about that.”

You follow her gaze as it shifts back and forth between yourself and one of the village elders, in fact the old man is wizened far beyond his years, a tiny frame and mad boggling eyes. He is propped up at the end of the table in a special chair of his own, his knotty gnarled walking stick dangling with a huge, ancient bronze key and is leaning against the table next to him. The man has tribal tattoos all over his face and hands.

Mia see’s you make the connection. “That is old Ron. He was old in my grandfathers time. He is the knowledge holder for the hatch.” In her normal voice she asks; “Would you like some mead?” She fetches a pitcher from the table and fills your tankard.

“Well, friends, are thy to tell yer tales of thar Blue Raggedy Bandits and yer defeat of that?” asks Brack, standing up and tapping his own empty tankard to get everyones attention. “It nay be every day we have cause for such celebration.”
19 September 2013 at 13:38 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Brack “……very well.”
Draco proceeds to tell a shortened version of events leading up to now. He omits his, and Runkle’s, exposure to the magical runes, all encounters with the Flapcoil and all of the encounter with the Executioner recently.
Draco finishes up with a toast to the hosts, drinks a sip of his mead and sits back down. he makes sure to catch Old Rons eye and give him a slight bow gesture.
19 September 2013 at 20:25 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff The audience consists of the entire village, which is not a huge number of people. However they ‘as-one’ react to Draco’s story, culminating with toasts and cheers and celebrations.

“My people are happy with the work you have done in saving us from a terrible curse.” Mia says as she takes your empty food bowl and re-fills your tankard. She nods toward a one-armed drummer and a one-stringed lute player wearing an eye patch over one eye, who are attempting to make some rhythmic sounds. Mia grips hold of your arm and tries pulling you to your feet. “Join me in a dance, Draco.” She insists. The villagers cheer again when they see this.

@Runkle:
Your curiosity is calling you to go and have a peek at the trapdoor while everyone else is distracted.
20 September 2013 at 12:48 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco is about to decline Mia’s attentions until he sees Runkle eyeing up the trapdoor and guesses that he may need a distraction……..
@ Mia “Very well girl, though i move well enough with a sword…..i fear i may be a little rusty at this…..”
Draco takes to the floor.
20 September 2013 at 19:45 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

While Runkle is enjoying sitting back, drinking mead, and watching the going-ons around him, he keeps thinking about the trapdoor. He decides it wouldn’t hurt to just take a peek at it.
23 September 2013 at 01:20 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco is doing his best at dancing, something between a big child and a three legged mule, but he is urging Runkle onwards to draw this ‘Dancing’ to an end
23 September 2013 at 06:54 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Despite severe bruising to her feet, Mia does not stop smiling, nor does she blink as she stares into your eyes with great intensity. She feels surprisingly light in your arms. In the background you hear snippets of muted conversation, between some of the young farm lads; “yeah but he’s a hero type, so what you going to do?”

@Runkle:
As well as three bolts per side connecting the trapdoor ‘lid’ to its exterior stone ‘frame’, there is a big metal chain going across it, hooked through metal rings embedded into the frame, and held together by a central padlock, with a keyhole in it. The rocks are quite heavy, they would require a strongman to lift them.

There is also dust on the trapdoor, and a few old spills from food and slops, revealing that it has not been opened for a long time, quite a few years. That it has not been brushed and polished either suggests that it is not something the locals are especially proud of, but also it does not have any sort of dust sheet on it either.

As you examine it, a rigid bony grip bites into your upper arm. The grip belongs to an old hand, and the old hand belongs to a withered old man. Although he is human, he is only a little taller than yourself. He is also bent double. His eyes contain many years of strangeness. He rasps in a dry voice: “Do not approach th’atch! Pay it no mind.”

Then he makes a sound that is very difficult to interpret. It is something between a cracked laugh, gagging for breath in a parchment throat, and cat coughing up a furball. His eyes almost pop out of his head as he does this. When it is over, he ambles toward the table for a sip of mead. He moves very slowly indeed.

Looking back at the the hatch, you see that beneath the dust are the same markings as those tattooed upon his face.

“Oh don’t mind him, he’s mad.” says one of the villagers. “Come, drink, be merry.” The villager is a middle age farm widow. She looks nervously between you, the hatch and old Ron but she is smiling and offering you a refill on your mead.
23 September 2013 at 22:48 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco sees Runkle has finished his viewing and decides to feign an old ‘war injury’ to get away from the dance floor. he ’limps’over to old Ron and sits beside him.
@ Ron"Greetings Old Father, would you be the shaman for this village?"
23 September 2013 at 23:07 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp
23 September 2013 at 23:16 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
“Oh no, Drakkle, here let me help you..” Mia is insistent on helping you, wrapping her arm around your waist and taking your weight as you hobble over to the corner of the bench. Her arm feels nice, touching you in a place and in a way that you are unaccustomed to.
“Quick here drink this.” she rapidly finds a jug of mead, fills a tankard and thrusts it into your hands. Her hand is around the back of your neck as you sit facing Ron, again it feels tender and soft.
Old Ron is sipping mead.
“They’m would call me that!” he shouts rather loudly. Mead is sogging at his moustache and spittle flies as he answers your question. “I was old afore any this lot was born.” He wipes his moustache on the sleeve of his coat and stares at you. Actually one of his eyes stares at you with an unbreakable focus while the other stares off at series of random angles. You begin to realise that he is not going to blink and that you are caught up in a staring match with him.
Test your SKILL with a -3 modifier.
23 September 2013 at 23:18 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

A little surprised by the old man, Runkle walks over to the villager. He holds his cup out for a refill….See More
23 September 2013 at 23:23 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:

“The’atch? I ah er, oh old Ron, yes he is my grandfathers grandfather. Or is that my fathers. He was my grandmothers husband. Or her grandmother. I not be exackly sure, not that it exackly matters much no-how.” she replies.

“It do to him!” another villager cackles.

Jas wraps her arm around your shoulders, her tankard slopping mead onto the floor only inches from your face.
“Runkle, this village has a closely guarded secret. According to Ron, there is a tunnel down there, that goes…”

Half a dozen of the villagers, including old Ron standing up, raising his arms and his staff up into the air above his head, shouting loudly; “down into the darkness!” the villagers all laugh except for Ron who stares fiercely around at everyone.
23 September 2013 at 23:36 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Roll =6 SUCCESS!
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23 September 2013 at 23:31 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
You manage to out-stare old Ron (gain 1 initial LUCK point).
Ron says; “Bah!” and, hearing the conversation around him, picks up his staff and stands up on his seat.
(please read @Runkle post above)
23 September 2013 at 23:33 · Edited · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff Old Ron: “AND THAT IS WHAT SHALL BECOME OF ALL OF US AND ALL THE WORLD IF ANYONE SHOULD OPEN IT UP!”
Then he falls off his seat dramatically.
23 September 2013 at 23:34 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Mia “Leave me now girl, i must speak to the shaman….man to man.”
23 September 2013 at 23:35 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Mia looks surprised and a little hurt. Then she says; “Yes of course.” She hastens out of your sight.
23 September 2013 at 23:35 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco helps Ron onto seat.
@Ron"Settle down old timer, i wish to show you something"
Draco shows Ron the Black Sigils on his arms.
“What do you make of these?”
23 September 2013 at 23:38 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Old Ron says; “Help me to my feet you poor [popular Allansian cuss word]”
23 September 2013 at 23:41 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco wolfsbane: Draco assists him
23 September 2013 at 23:41 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
The ancient village shaman looks at the marks on your arms. He makes ‘hmm. ah. hmm.’ noises. Then after peering curiously up from your fingertips to your shoulder, tracing his bony fingertip up your hand and fore-arm and bicep, he finally stares you in the face and says;
“A curse!”
23 September 2013 at 23:42 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Ron “How exactly? What IS the curse?”
23 September 2013 at 23:44 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
“They be chaos runes of a black sort.” Ron replies.
23 September 2013 at 23:46 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Ron"Yes, that would make sense considering……can you divine the nature of the curse? its effects?"
23 September 2013 at 23:48 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
After a moments contemplation during which Rons previously straight eye stares at the ceiling and his previously wild eye stares at you, he replies;
“No. But i can possibly cure it.”
23 September 2013 at 23:50 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Ron “Possibly?……how would you go about trying this?”
23 September 2013 at 23:52 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Ron fiddles around inside a furry pouch that doubles as his loincloth, then presents you with a tiny stoppered bottle. It contains one drop of a pale yellow-green liquid that glows slightly.
He grins, showing that he has only one tooth in his mouth, one of the front ones.
“Potion. Very old, very rare just like me. Enough to cure one curse of diabolical proportions.”
He holds it out to you and then, as you reach for it, he snatches it back and clutches it to his chest, grinning at you madly.
“Ha! But its gonna cost you.”
23 September 2013 at 23:58 · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco looks intently at Ron.
@Ron “I need two IF you have them……if not, tell me the cost of that one?”
24 September 2013 at 00:05 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
“Two? If this don’t work, doubling won’t either.”
and…See More
24 September 2013 at 00:12 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco mutters to himself about there being a good reason why average folks dont live to such an old age……..
@Mia “Mia, we need to talk….in private.”
@Runkle “I will meet you later”
24 September 2013 at 00:16 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Mia’s eyes are sparkling and her smile is huge. She doesn’t talk, she simply drifts alongside you as she ushers you very quickly out of the hut.

Outside the night air is refreshing. There are stars twinkling brightly overhead. You feel a little dizzy from the rough mead. It seems you are both alone.
24 September 2013 at 00:20 · Like
Justin Asin
Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

Runkle takes another swig of mead.

@ Draco
“Sure!”
24 September 2013 at 00:29 · Like
Gamekeeper Fbaff
Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
Gradually, the villagers either leave the hut or fall snoring asleep where they are, sprawled over the benches and table or on the floor.
Your keen goblin senses detect that you are the last person awake in here. Their disgusting human drink has not affected you at all. You can also see quite clearly in the dimness of the room even after the lamps burn out and fire burns low.
24 September 2013 at 00:39 · Edited · Like
Gordon Macleod
Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @ Mia “……It seems that Ron would wish for us to become a couple….or more bluntly,for you to be ‘with child’ and that he wishes me to be the one to make this happen. I want to be clear up front though….although i like you, i do not wish to be wed, with anyone, at this time…..but if it is a child YOU wish, then…..maybe……..”
24 September 2013 at 22:44 · Like
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Rachel Bree wow! things have hotted up around here since I was gone! Snog her draco, quick before some farm boy comes along
25 September 2013 at 21:12 · Like · 1
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Gamekeeper Fbaff OOC: Rachel are you coming back here to roleplay any time soon?
25 September 2013 at 21:50 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Without a word, Mia takes your hand and leads you into the roundhouse you were in earlier.
26 September 2013 at 16:01 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco allows himself to be led into the roundhouse………for his ‘duty’!!!
26 September 2013 at 18:51 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff < OOC Justin Asin is Runkle going to do anything this night or can we skip to the next morning? >
copypaste of previous post in case you missed it:

@Runkle:
Gradually, the villagers either leave the hut or fall snoring asleep where they are, sprawled over the benches and table or on the floor.
Your keen goblin senses detect that you are the last person awake in here. Their disgusting human drink has not affected you at all. You can also see quite clearly in the dimness of the room even after the lamps burn out and fire burns low.
29 September 2013 at 19:17 · Like
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Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

Runkle’s done for the day, and decides to turn in; preferably a good distance away from that trap door and creepy old guy.
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
You wake up the next morning, look around you, help yourself to some of the food left over from last night, and find Jasmine outside the hall sharpening her blades on a piece of whetstone.

“Morning Runkle” she seems genuinely happy to see you. “We ride for the coast today. There are two routes we could try. If we travel the quick route through the village around Druids Ruin, we should arrive by nightfall at Black Coves on the coast. Or we could go the longer way, stay overnight in one of the smaller villages and be at the coast further south by mid-morning tomorrow; then by sunset we can be at the Isle of Crabs where the wind priests have their monastery. What do you think?”

@Draco:
It is close to sunrise before you sleep, and you are woken too soon by the sound of chickens crowing. You leave Mia sleeping contentedly and go outside to see Runkle and Jasmine preparing the horses for the days ride.
30 September 2013 at 23:39 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco rises and sees the others but makes for the shaman’s hut to see Ron.
1 October 2013 at 06:23 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Rons hut is easily identifiable, not only as the oldest building in the village with moss and other plants growing all over its conical thatched roof, it is also the one with all the carvings around it.
Its door, which you must stoop beneath the thatch to enter, is nothing more than strings of beads and a sheet of fabric hanging over the inside doorway.
The interior of Rons hut is dark, although two large and menacing green eyes peer unblinking toward you from the darkness.
1 October 2013 at 09:58 · Like
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Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Jasmine
“Good morning! The quicker route sounds good, unless there’s any big advantages to the longer one.”
1 October 2013 at 11:23 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
“Well, it depends how much you like fish. The coastal road is a long line of little fishing villages.”

Jas sees Draco walking past and shouts; “Morning, hero!”
1 October 2013 at 13:46 · Like
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Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Jasmine…See More
1 October 2013 at 16:55 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco turns and acknowledges Jas and Runkle with a nod. He turns back to the hut entrance.
@Ron “Shaman! I wish to enter your dwelling, may i?”
1 October 2013 at 18:46 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
There is no answer from within the hut. The green glowing eyes blink once and continue to stare directly at you. Although it is difficult to judge their scale and distance in the darkness, they do have an air of menace and you get the feeling they are quite large.
1 October 2013 at 18:52 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco sighs to himself and sits down outside the hut to wait.
1 October 2013 at 18:57 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Jasmine walks over to you.
“Hey hero, the road awaits; are you coming?”
2 October 2013 at 18:46 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @jas “Not yet, i must see Old Ron. He was to give me an antidote to this…..affliction.Where is he?”
2 October 2013 at 18:55 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Jas rolls her eyes. “Don’t get too caught up in old Rons mumbo jumbo. He’s bat shit crazy. Come, we have a days ride if we are to make the coast in good time. Runkle and I are about to leave, before the village awakes and begs us to stay another day. Wouldn’t ye rather be missed and return as a welcome hero, than outstay honest folk whose recent luck has left them high and dry? After the bandits, our celebration feast last night represents the very last of their surplus; the store hut is empty, they’ve no spare hogs. They’ll likely go hungry for a week to pay for our way, such is their hospitality and kindness.”
2 October 2013 at 22:16 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco stares at Jas evenly.
@Jas “You misunderstand, he owes me. Money is not the issue. If you know where he is, tell me.”
2 October 2013 at 23:04 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Jas laughs. “He is most likely sleeping so deep you would need a spell to wake him. I am heading West to the coast, it’s a straight route, I will wait for you at the village of Druids Ruin.”

@Runkle:
Jas asks if you are going to accompany her on the road or wait for Draco to finish his business with the village shaman.
9 October 2013 at 19:18 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco nods to Jas.
@Jas “Agreed, …………travel safely.”
Draco returns to his vigil outside the shaman’s hut.
9 October 2013 at 19:42 · Like
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Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Draco
“Hey Draco, how long do you think you’re gonna be? If it’s gonna be a while, do you mind if I go on ahead?”
9 October 2013 at 20:19 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff A cockerel begins crowing as the first rays of sun break the horizon.
9 October 2013 at 20:31 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco looksover to Runkle.
@Runkle “No, you go ahead. Watch Jas, ….i will catch up.”
9 October 2013 at 23:29 · Like
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Justin Asin Runkle Gremp

@ Draco
“Okay. See you soon. Good luck!”

@ Jasmine
“I guess we’re off then. I know Draco can handle himself.”
9 October 2013 at 23:49 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Runkle:
Please go to SCENE 26 – Druids Ruin
https://www.facebook.com/notes/advanced-fighting-fantasy-chalice-of-storms-campaign/scene-26-druids-ruin/645625468791146
11 October 2013 at 17:03 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco returns to the Shaman’s hut and calls for Ron.
@ Ron “Shaman!! we have buisiness together,come out!”
12 October 2013 at 14:30 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
You hear the sound of an old man snoring and rolling over in his sleep.
12 October 2013 at 20:50 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco draws his sword and walks in to the hut.
12 October 2013 at 22:10 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
test your LUCK
www.rolz.org
15 October 2013 at 23:19 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: roll=6 SUCCESS!!
16 October 2013 at 06:43 · Like
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Gordon Macleod http://rolz.org/myroomlog?r=FBAFF
16 October 2013 at 06:44 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
In the dim light of the rising sun you can see a large statue crudely carved of tree roots, supporting the roof. Its trunk is shaped like some type of demon, or so it seems in this light, and what you previously thought to be eyes are sheets of metal embedded into it. Unnervingly they contain lizard-like iris which follow you as you move to the left, around the side of this installation / statue / pillar / tree-trunk and into the hut. This involves pushing your way through a sheet of black cloth, on the other side of which, the light of many lit candles causes you to blink your eyes.

The candles are to your left at the edge, on top of a big heap of wax melted from thousands of candles. They are in front of a mirror, reflecting their light into the room. Behind the tree-trunk is shelves of books and small wooden chests, each different.

Opposite this at the back of the hut is a small metal stove with a hot-plate on top, and a pipe flue poking up through the ceiling, the stove has a kettle on it. There is another identical mirror opposite the first. A beautiful carpet fills up the floor which has two sleeping figures wrapped up under a blanket; one is obviously old Ron, the other has thick long wavy hair and is presumably a younger female.

She opens here eyes, blue as the ocean and stares at you for a moment before yabbering in a language you do not understand. She stands up, pulls the blanket with her as she pushes you out of her way and runs out of the hut.

Ron continues sleeping. He is dressed in his night robes; a long grubby white shirt that stretches down to his knees, and long fluffy socks that curl at the toes. He snores and rolls over.

There are pendants and medallions and vials hanging from leather thongs and strings aplenty dangling from the ceiling in here, it is near impossible to move without knocking your head on them.
19 October 2013 at 17:46 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco watches the female leave and looks back to Ron, Draco takes his sword…….and sheathes it with a sigh. He turns to the kettle and, if has liquid in it, sets it to the boil. He looks for a cup to pour into.
19 October 2013 at 18:13 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
there are cups, bowls and wooden spoons in a wooden bucket next to the stove, on the right; there are small logs and kindling in a wooden bucket to the left. Tea-leaves and a variety of similar herbs hang from the ceiling in sensible useful places.

As you make the tea, you get a flashback memory of the raven haired girl you saw briefly at the Forest of Thieves. She and the woman you disturbed here looked almost identical, one the older version of the other. The more you ponder on this the more strong the connection seems. You feel a sharp tang of pain and taste blood; you have been chewing your lip while thinking about these two mysterious women. The water is boiling.

Behind you, Ron awakes. “Ah Draco me lad, how did you fare with my great great and greater granddaughter? Is she, no never mind that, did you do the business?”

As you turn to face him his face reacts by contorting from a dirty grin and into shock. “Thats a nasty case of curse you have there, boy. I’d have a look in the mirror if I were you. It might be your last chance to. Ah you are making tea, good lad.” He starts coughing.
19 October 2013 at 18:30 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Ron. “I have done as you asked. Tea is ready……now, about my antidote. We must make haste as i have let Jasmine travel ahead.”
19 October 2013 at 18:33 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco steals a glance at himself in the mirror
19 October 2013 at 18:35 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
The bizarre chaotic sigils are now completely covering your face and head. You appear quite demonic yourself. You look at your hands; they are also covered. After some brief and panicked exploration of your body, you discover that you are still normal from the knees down, but one or two nights more sleep will probably, at this rate, see an and to that. Who knows what might happen then?

“Antidote, ah yes. I told you already, there is but one dose of this medicine and the price is something higher than you might imagine.” His voice is dramatic, exagurating wildly. He stretches out ‘high-yer’ and acts as if he is the centre of a stage show. As a performer his talent is extra-ordinary. “Why, the only other purification I could think of would be to sup purest water from the chalice of the gods themselves, if such a thing were to fall into your path.”

He reaches over and collects his tea. “Ah, not bad, not bad. Now tell me, about young Mia, what do you think? Nice girl but not really the adventuring sort. Best let her stay here where she’ll feel safe in familiar surroundings, with whats left of her family. They’ll raise your child as one of their own and no doubt with your blood in it, the babe will come toddling after you soon enough. Soon enough, eh.” He cackles and his eyes, slanty and mysterious, seem to be alluding to some other secret knowledge.
19 October 2013 at 19:15 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane:@Ron"Yes, she will stay here. time to pay the piper Shaman. Lets do this."
19 October 2013 at 19:17 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Ron places his cup down and struggles to remove his night shirt. Beneath it, his body is criss-crossed with a thousand little white lines, scars of many cuts. Around his neck he is wearing a long-stringed crane bag, the type of pouch that shamen wear to keep their odds and ends in. It is currently resting on his lap.

“Throw me my clothes.” He gestures over to the other side of the room where his own and the raven haired woman’s clothes are in a heap.

Ron retrieves the little vial of fluorescent glowing liquid from his pouch. “This.” He holds it up with reverence, so you can see it clearly. “This is a teardrop from the Goddess Ariella. You, Khullian might know her by the name Glantanka. It is diluted of course. Even so…” He unstoppers the bottle. The teardrop sticks to the stopper, coiling in the air like a glow-worm probing its surroundings. It glows brighter and brighter until it seems the inside of the hut is as bright as day.

You may restore all of your STAMINA, LUCK and SKILL points to full, if they are not already.

Ron snaps the stopper back into the vial and clasps his hand around it. The candle light seems as darkness.

“You realise that to deprive me of this is to deprive me of my remaining life force? I would likely die. Your task is to convince me, why should I part with my mortal duty to this earth, that such a sacred and wonderful thing should be in my possession, and have remained so for so long?”

The raven haired woman returns and stares at you. She is proud and aloof. She gives Ron a questioning look as if to ask what is going on here. Then she grabs her clothes from the pile and begins to dress with her back to you, using the blanket as a skirt.

“With life comes responsibilities.” Ron says.
19 October 2013 at 19:38 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco glances at the girl then moves close to Ron.
@Ron “Do you believe in Fate? That a man can be free to choose his path?……i know that i am not as free as others…..look.”
Draco,with his back to the girl, shows Ron the arrow shaped scar on his right forearm.
@ Ron. “I am marked by Logaan. The second arrow is forming on me……i feel it beneath my skin. Sometimes,…….control seems beyond me. I know not if Kata and Petros are shaping my future or laughing at me!…..worthy?, how can i judge?
I have killed and hurt……saved and destroyed….i have LIVED old Man…..and lost. You decide.”
Draco covers his arm, and waits.
20 October 2013 at 15:40 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
You see as you show your fore-arm that the chaos sigils have mysteriously adapted around your scar, so it appears to be the centre of a ripple, radiating out from it; the two things are working together.

“Most are marked by Fate, though not usually so, markedly!”

After some moments of contemplation while they finish dressing, the woman says something to Ron in the strange language she speaks. She seems very serious. He takes a deep breath.

“Where we meddle, usually we lose more than we would have gained. Some seem free although it might only be that the lines of their fate and their roles in the fates of others are not so easy to see. Where it falls upon us to make decisions, here we may try to trick fate or re-write our paths. I have tried to do so with you, and wisely you have thrown it back at me. Glantanka’s tear would indeed cure you but it would also set you upon a different path. I am guardian here, for which I am blessed with longevity, to see my children die of age and watch the world change in its cycles. As I slowly age, my memory fades and thus the last memories of the way things once were are also gone, the histories I tell are but myth to the disbelieving children. I will gladly give you the vial, but with it comes this key.”

Old Ron reaches over and takes hold of the key dangling from the top of his staff. He holds in one hand the key, in the other the vial.

“Kata and Petros. You cannot have one without the other.”

The woman laughs. In words you understand she slowly says; “But what of my daughter? If he be Fates agent then what does he herald for my quest?”

Immediately you see a flash-memory of the extra-ordinarily beautiful girl from the executioners mill in the Forest of Thieves. Her words return to you;

“You must help me! He is keeping me chained here. Break the enchantment and my faith will be yours!”
20 October 2013 at 16:32 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco nods at Ron’s words and takes the vial and key.
@Ron “I have always accepted being the Trickster’s chosen, i know there are others and i am not alone in this role but this extra Curse has to be removed before it consumes me.”
@ Girl “who are you Lady? and what is quest that you speak of?”
20 October 2013 at 17:52 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
The woman laughs. Her laugh is at once terrifying as wind demons howling at night, and refreshing as spring green growing from a winter well.

“Riana. I seek my daughter.”

Her clothes are a black and light in weight. A simple golden ring clasps around her neck, holding the fabric that falls down in three sections; the front of her body where a simple sash belt of the same material turns it into a skirt around her waist, and each sleeve. She hesitates, her hands behind her neck, seeming frustrated.

“Help me?”

It is obvious that she is asking you to clip the torc together behind her neck.
20 October 2013 at 18:35 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco moves behind her.
@Riana “allow me.”
20 October 2013 at 19:31 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Riana tilts her head and brushes her long hair out of the way. As you clip her neck ring together you notice that on her spine between her shoulderblades is a scar in the shape of a half circle, a letter C. It is not directly in the centre; it is slightly to one side so that it would be in the centre if it was a full circle. It is a little to the left.

Riana turns to face you, staring at you with a twisted smile. It is obvious that she wanted you to see it.

“I need to find my daughter.” she repeats.
20 October 2013 at 20:00 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Riana “Tell me everything,from the beginning.”
20 October 2013 at 21:38 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:

Riana: “That was a long time ago.”

Ron laughs. “Her daughter Lea was taken by enchantment. We have spoken with spirits of the midnight sun, envoys of one who knows what has happened. Riana wanted to travel immediately but for the oracle advised we wait.”

Riana: “Now a stranger bearing the mark of fate has arrive. I trust your oracle at last. We should open the gate.”

Ron: “Will you help her, Draco? Knowing not the consequences. You hold a key which burdens its bearer with the fate of its own path. And you hold a gift upon this earth of a Sun-Tear which surely would protect you through most darkness. The two are conjoined, as mother to daughter. You may walk free, for what freedom the fates allow.” He opens his arm to illustrate the exit from the hut. Riana holds her breath.
21 October 2013 at 17:24 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco allows the conversation to sink in……he knows the Wheels Of Fate are in motion.
Draco’s mind seems to darken and close in on itself…….he decides his course of action and, decision made, a lightness begins to form…….and lift his mind back to the present.
@Ron & Riana “The die are cast Shaman……i must see this through, i know this as surely as i am marked. Now, will this Tear still protect me, in as much as it can, after i consume it? I assume that is how it will remove this Chaos curse?”
21 October 2013 at 19:30 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
“It’ll sure do more than that.” Ron says. “Ye should consider how it’s also the best hope you have of crossing the Gate and returning safely with what Ria needs to find her girl.”

“What is this curse?” Riana asks. “I know of such things. What agent of Chaos has marked you?”
21 October 2013 at 21:18 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane:@Riana “I…..am not sure. I came into contact with the sorcerer Kai……..he was trying to summon….something and there was some kind of of Chaotic vortex. I know little of these matters but suffice to say there was a lot of magic flying around.”
21 October 2013 at 21:30 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:

Kai!" Her face contorts through several different expressions and you see that is very difficult for her to contain her emotions toward the man. It is something between passion, protective love and fury. Her fists are clenched tight and she regains her composure with a short nasal exhale.

“Kai! Kai is a thief. He has stolen my book. I intend to be reunited with it. I must hunt Kai. His protection is strong and so he is invisible to me. Yet I will find him. But first we must travel to Nights Hide and rescue my daughter. That is why I came here.” Her voice is sing-song, she seems crazed as she describes her plan to you.

After a few more deep breaths she looks at you. “I know that hand. Your tattoos. I recognise the scribe by his script. If you intend to find what you seek, I can show you his lair. We travel the same road. It is a road that none may know, but one I have travelled already. So I offer myself as your guide, if you offer yourself as my guardian. But there is payment to be made. I will drive you a hard bargain and you will accept. After we are returned here, you will give me the golden elixir which you hold.”

Ron exclaims; “What? Ria you know what that could do to one such as you! Would you destroy it?”

“Oh no, shaman – it is far too useful. I would destroy Kai with it. He has gotten out of hand.” She reaches forward and picks up a black shoulder bag made of unusual layered webbing material.
21 October 2013 at 21:45 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Riana “I had your book and the chalice but they are ahead of us now,no matter, these kinds of things leave a trail. Anyway, are you saying that you can remove this curse WITHOUT me drinking this vial?”
21 October 2013 at 21:54 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:

Riana spins around and squares up to you. “You know where my book is? You are more useful than I had thought! We will travel together awhile then, as your Fate has decided.” she laughs in delight. Her laughter betrays her nature. She reminds you of Sila, if the black elf had not been a silly little girl, but a woman of power.

“Curses can be lifted. We are likely to meet the Scribe, you had better be prepared to barter with him too for your freedom. He has stained you with another path of fate on top of those which are already yours to bear. Although…”

She presses her hand onto your chest, hooking her fingertip beneath a gap in your clothes. You feel the sharpness of her clawed nail press into your skin. “I would like to see exactly what story he has inked you with.” She steps back. “But for that, we would need privacy that I may read such words.”

“Not here, Riana.” Old Ron is insistent. “It would unbind the …”

“Yes, yes shaman, it would shrivel your cantrips up like a slug in the sun.” She smiles at you seductively. “One such as Draco will soon have more choices before him than he knows.” she giggles. Her laughter contains a blackness. It feels wrong somehow that it should seem so refreshing.

Ron changes the subject; “Draco has the key. You know the way.”

“I know the way.” She leaves the hut.
21 October 2013 at 22:04 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco watches Riana leave and turns again to Ron.
@Ron “Listen to me Shaman……plain words from you. Should i keep this vial for later? and….can she be trusted for the long haul or only until her own wishes are fufilled?”
22 October 2013 at 06:39 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Staring at you sideways, Ron replies; “How can I speak another man’s trust?” He laughs. “I thought you trusted Fate, anyway?” Takes a deep breath. “I am an old, old man, Draco. I have carried that vial myself for more years than I can remember. After some time the temptation loses its hold. Go now; Riana awaits you. Perhaps it is fair to say you can trust a (person or things) nature to be what it is.” He sits on the floor, cross legged and closes his eyes. “Winds are coming.”
22 October 2013 at 10:00 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @Ron “Moving with Fate is not the same as trusting in it. Farewell Old Man.”
Draco stows the vial and key in his pockets and follows after Riana.
22 October 2013 at 18:12 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Riana is standing outside the main hut, waiting for you. She watches as you approach.
“Through here, is the gate. You must open the lock so we can enter.”
4 November 2013 at 20:58 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: @ Riana “Very well, let’s do it.”
Draco enters the main hut and approaches the gate. He proceeds to use the key and unlock the lock(s)
4 November 2013 at 21:19 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
The trapdoor lock is sticky but it opens with a little force. Riana stands aside and watches. As you lift the lid of the trapdoor known to the locals as ‘the’ hatch’ you are astonished to see that beneath it is nothing more than a dry patch of bare earth, and some cobwebs!
4 November 2013 at 22:21 · Edited · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco looks at the bare earth and then to Riana.
@Riana “Am i missing something?….”
4 November 2013 at 23:17 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Riana laughs. Again you hear the sexuality and the cruelty in her voice. It reminds you the crows somehow.
“Illusions.” she says. She steps into the trapdoor, her feet disappearing into the ground! As she moves forward, her whole body sinks into the ground! With only her head and shoulders visible, she turns and looks at you. “I strongly advise you close the hatch after you; never know what might come out from a place like this!” her grin is deathly. Then she is gone!
4 November 2013 at 23:41 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane: Draco is a little startled but recovers quickly. He follows Riana down, taking the key with him, and closes the hatch as he descends……..
4 November 2013 at 23:45 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff It is dark, and indeed cobwebby. The stairs are steep, stone and lead into pitch darkness. You can hear Riana below you, moving sounds. After – you count thirteen steps – Riana clicks her fingers. The sound ‘pings’ from the walls. At once, a simple white circle glows up. It is not enough to see by in the darkness, but it is enough to know whether you are inside of it or not.
“Well?” Riana asks. “Are you in? Nights Hide is like death; only a blink away.”
4 November 2013 at 23:54 · Like
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Gordon Macleod Draco Wolfsbane:Draco edges into the white circle.
@Riana “Yes, is it a magical shield?…and what IS this place anyway?”
5 November 2013 at 06:14 · Like
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Gamekeeper Fbaff @Draco:
Riana; “This is a gate, to Nights Hide, the tower of shadows. It is hidden in a realm beyond ours, a place where time has little meaning, where life and death cross over. It is said that its architecture forms by the will projected by the traveller there. Certainly it is held together by arcane magic’s, those of the old times. There are very few amongst us now who know that level of power.”
Then she speaks a word that sounds hollow, empty, your ears go cold at hearing it and immediately you forget, although the runes covering your flesh and your scar tingle with an icy fire.
The circle crackles, for a moment you see spiderweb fire arc across it beneath your feet. And then it is gone.

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SCENE 23 – Nights Hide
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6 November 2013 at 22:31 · Edited · Like

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