From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Sun Sep 21 2003 - 22:36:56 BST
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Sent: Monday, September 22, 2003 5:26 AM
Subject: Re: Earthdawn PBeM BN 5.1 The escape
> Maerath takes the welcome of his companions well, but seems a little
uneasy at
> the same time. He looks about to those in his company, "Thank you
everyone
> for your support. I am sorry that you all had to go through that ordeal
on my
> account. I suppose you are all wondering what is going on?"
>
> Maerath looks at The Corinthian as he continues, "I do not know if now is
the
> best time to speak of this, especially with the risk of unwelcome ears
> listening to our conversation. Would you agree Corinthian? Or is it
Master
> Corinthian? I still do not know what to call you, or how to address that
> title, so please forgive my arrogance."
>
> Maerath waits for an answer from the Corinthian and then to his companions
> again, "I have much to tell you, although I am afraid of what it may mean
if I
> do tell you. I fear that if I tell you, you will be in even more risk of
> being in my presence than we encountered today."
>
> > Temorya's clothes billow as most of you leap down to the arena moving
toward
> > Maerath. You see some of the crowd leaping down are met with resistance
from
> > the guard, though some of the guard let them run past for they hold no
love in
> > their heart for Maerath.
> >
> > Garrott plummets forward, charging assailants with his shield, knocking
them
> > sprawling to the ground, and swinging his blade so that it strikes them
with the
> > flat of the blade, also tripping them and stopping their momentum.
Farli leaps
> > from the rail landing on the shoulders of an opponent knocking them flat
and
> > leaping to another target. Lenora also makes her way into the fray,
kicking and
> > swinging her blade.
> >
> > Maerath seeks a way out and looks to the champions that were to be his
> > executioners. They nod to him and move to surround him, and protect his
exit.
> > The champions recognising a fallen comrade they begin to move forward
striking
> > at any that would come through.
> >
> > Slowly moving with them Maerath is comforted as the remainder of his
companions
> > join him near the exit to fight of any remaining assailants. Most are
harmless
> > attackers untrained from the general populace that once struck a
stinging blow
> > come out of their madness and look in fear at the madness surrounding
them.
> >
> > Only Rose waits still on the balcony watching the goings on and the
strange
> > figure known only as The Corinthian. Finally, Maerath is out of sight
and
> > almost immediately Rose sees that those in the crowd whipped to a frenzy
of
> > madness seem to stop and look around them, like children waking in a
strange
> > room.
> >
> > It is only then that The Corinthian turns again and his glasses fix on
her
> > position. His grin still stretches almost impossibly wide. With a sigh
he
> > rests against the rail and answers her questions in turn.
> >
> > "I will let your Maerath answer your first question for he has been well
> > enlightened as to who committed the atrocities he was accused of. I
would hate
> > to steal his story from him as he now knows it!"
> >
> > "Why did I plan what? This is a trial of a criminal that was suspected
of some
> > of the worst crimes in the city. I am sure that I could not be accused
of
> > planning any such proceding or circumstance. You give me far too much
credit my
> > dear, though I am flattered."
> >
> > "My glasses! What an unusual question but I will offer you an
explanation as
> > best I can. My eyes are old and weary of seeing the sights of this
world so I
> > hide them and seek to see this world from a new perspective. My glasses
enable
> > this and all that was old is new again - clear and correct. The way
things all
> > should be." The figure laughs quietly to himself.
> >
> > "Come, let us not be enemies but go to the inn in which you are staying.
See,
> > look around you. Those that were but moments before seeking to kill
Rhys... er
> > Maerath, have forgotten his name and his crimes already. the hatred and
madness
> > it seems is fleeting and gone. A fine meal for any crazed madman
dissolved and
> > the night is yet young." he reaches out to take Rose by the arm and
direct her
> > back to the Oaken Staff.
> >
> > The mood on the streets as you travel back to the inn is quiet and
suspicious.
> > Friends that once talked to each other on the street now stare at each
other in
> > suspicion. You see faces, bruised from a blow that you delivered look
at
> > Maerath and not even register that he was the target of his ire but half
an hour
> > before.
> >
> > You enter the inn and find the mood also sombre. Few drinkers are at
the tables
> > this evening and the innkeep shies away from you on seeing Pean. You
look over
> > and see Elklisee in the corner table, large enough for you all to sit
around. A
> > suckling boar is roasted and sits atop a platter with several strips
already
> > carved off it where Elklisee has eaten. She sits with a mug of hurlg in
her
> > hand and nods as you all approach, looking suspiciously at the tall
whiteheaded
> > figure you all now know as The Corinthian that comes in behind you all.
> >
> > She motions to the innkeep who rushes over with a serving tray full of
bottles
> > of wine, ale and spirits.
> >
> > "I trust that all went well then Rhys!" She laughs, hoping her humour
will
> > break the tension that seems to hold you all from speech.....
> >
> > <Moves please>
> >
> > <Cheers>
> >
> > <Mark>
> > If you are into role-playing, check out
http://users.bigpond.net.au/naron/
>
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