From: Doug (gryphon4101_at_attbi.com)
Date: Mon Jun 30 2003 - 06:14:04 BST
On Wednesday, June 25, 2003, at 11:35 am, Naron wrote:
>
> It is well past dawn when you manage to get out of bed - the travel of
> the day before has awoken aches through your bodies as you eat and
> head toward Pean's house. You find the Nethermancer already well
> awake, and yournewfound companion Maerath is now cleaned and dressed
> in one of Pean's old robes. Maerath's solid figure almost tears the
> seams of the robe. Coming from another room you see Ferrock
> Bladehand, the orkish captain of Bush Namur's forces enter.
>
> "The guard last night reported you had returned from wherever it is
> you went, and with a stranger." He indicates Maerath with a glance
> and then returns to talking. "Has he something to do with the
> business at hand? Rowan is keen to find out if you have made swift
> progress. Some of the scouts have reported that there are caravans
> already happening this way that should arrive in under a week. Of
> course they will not be allowed entrance until the day of welcome, but
> the presence of one stranger has already been rumoured." Again
> Ferrock looks accusingly at Maerath. "The least we can do is clothe
> him in something other than handoffs. I will have the tailor over at
> some stage this day to see if we have anything suitable.
Maerath stays quiet, simply going with the flow.
"Forgive me, Ferrock" says Pean,
"we would have investigated further before informing the town's leaders
of our progress, however, introductions are in order. This man was a
captive of a Troll and Ork bandit gang on the trail. He seems to have
no memory of himself before he came to this place, so I took it on
myself, as one of the few here familiar with magic and the insidious
workings of horrors, to ask him to remain with me, in case I can be of
help. In absence of his own name, I gave him Maerath. he has produced
work of beauty, and so cleared himself of the suspicion of Horror-taint.
Maerath, this is Ferrock, the town captain of our towns' defenses.
In our investigations, it became clear that the miscreant who is
selling our silk has the ability to cloak himself in illusion - to the
bandit gang, he appeared as Kaleb, with only the change in his voice
betraying him as different from our comrade.
I have only heard of two groups who can do this - followers of the
Illusionist Discipline, of which I do not believe we have any adepts in
this town - knowingly. The other group, of course, are the Horrors. I
will jump to no conclusions here, however"
"To cut a long story short, the suspicion of the town leaders are
correct - someone is selling the silk, and indiscriminately. We
returned to look for signs of an illusionist within Bush-Namur, and as
you see, we are about to plan our next step, and compare notes.
Please all,"
At this point, he gestures to the small living area of his house - a
moderate size, and nicely, if sparsely furnished.
"make yourself at home in my house, and help yourself to such
refreshment as I have.
A correct summary, I hope? Has anyone anything to add, or additional
points to raise?"
OOC: When Ferrock has left;
"Mearath, last night, as you slept, you chanted, summoning your sword
to levitate over your form. In respect to your state, and that you are
a guest in this house, I made no comment of it to Ferrock, for he would
see it as the work of Horror. I am concerned, however, this is not,
and correct me if I am wrong Angavorn, the normal ability of a warrior
adept. can you explain it? Did you dream, and if so, of what?"
OOC: Unless something else happens with Pean responding to Ferrock, then
Maerath will keep his response to what Pean said about his dream:
"I don't recall dreaming anything last night. I wish I had, then maybe I'd
be able to make sense of some things. Was the sword parallel with my body?
Or what? I'm afraid I have no explaination for that happening, I'm
sorry...I wish I knew but knowing that that happened last night confuses me
even more about who I am." Maerath sits back looking confused.
-Gryphon
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