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 on: November 30, 2016, 08:10:07 PM 
Started by Idon Sturmhaert - Last post by Idon Sturmhaert
The rugged, ragged dwarf stuck his head in the tavern door, looked around at the broken furniture, dusty bar and cold fireplace, sniffed, and said, "Tis a shame. I coulda used a beer. Maybe next year."

 on: January 31, 2016, 05:04:51 PM 
Started by Oak Triballi - Last post by Oak Triballi
Oak reached for the slim volume, his fingers tracing over the delicate, and indecipherable swirls.

You can't read that. the inner voice told him,

I know, but it is a start.

"I will try to find a copy of the book if I can, and hopefully someone to help translate it as well." Oak told Dorvann as he handed back the copy with an almost reverential deference to the book.

"I think I should explore this new talent of mine, at least enough to learn to control it, and maybe, just maybe I can steer it towards works of good, if it is truly not a sinful thing."

You seem to finally be talking some sense. The inner Oak told him, sounding a bit smug in his mind's ear.

"And I think there is no time like the present to do so, for who knows when I may have another.... incident. The sooner I can learn to manage it, the safer I think I will be, for both myself and those around me."

"Meersha" Oak turned to his friend, "I wish to set out as soon as I can, and I do truly hope you will come with me, but I will understand if you do not wish to bear the dangers of this journey."

As if he would risk himself for you. The inner voice taunted.

Shut Up. Oak replied to himself sternness in his thoughts.

Finally, some backbone, good. We may survive this yet.

Standing Oak gave a respectful bow to the diminutive Delfea. "And thank you Master Dorvann, for everything. I am very sorry for any trouble I may have caused you.

 on: January 25, 2016, 09:48:06 PM 
Started by GM Nimue - Last post by CD Imago
OOC: Test Post.  Hope all is well.

 on: January 09, 2016, 10:39:45 PM 
Started by Oak Triballi - Last post by CD Imago
"Dreams are not uncommon at this stage," master Dorvann mused. "But it is sometimes a sign of a different talent.  I am sorry I have no ability to test these things."

"He is warmer," Meersha reported.  "Is it better to sleep or not sleep now?"

"I could not say.  Hm.  But perhaps..." He moved across the room to the wooden chest and rummaged inside it, pulling out several leather-bound volumes.  "I don't suppose you can read in Delfae?" he asked.  Meersha shook his head, and shrugged toward Oak. 

"Well," Dorvann sighed, "this may not be much use to you, then.  The booksellers around here sometimes collect these old journals.  It would be suspect in Korresh, of course, and they tend to hide them from foreigners, but among the Dwarves they have some appeal as curiosities.  It should not be too difficult to find a copy of "The Talents and Their Symptoms," if you know how to ask.  But I think you will find it only in the Dwarven script, at best."

If Oak indicated interest, Dorvann handed him one of the slim volumes.  The inside was covered in elegant swirls of Delfae writing, punctuated by sketches of people, animals, plants and other objects both familiar and strange. 

"I don't like taking him out in the snow," Meersha grumbled.  "Not when he nearly froze to death already."

"There will be much snow on the way to Korgarr," Dorvann said.  "Yet waiting may invite worse calamity.  Perhaps our friend here would like to make his own choices?"

Meersha scrunched up his nose and looked at Oak.  "What do you think?"


 on: September 01, 2015, 08:07:54 PM 
Started by Oak Triballi - Last post by Oak Triballi
Dorvann and Meersha huddled together, murmuring as they watched the crackling fire.  As Oak shifted in the chair, Meersha came over and laid a warm hand on the human's forehead.  "How do you feel?" he asked.

Oak reached up to clasp his friends hand, cherishing the solidness of it a moment before giving a slight cough and beginning to speak.

"I... I feel..." Oak began.

Well answer him, the inner voice told him, he is waiting.

"I am not sure." Oak blushed a bit at his noncommittal answer.

Great, just great, The inner Oak said, You don't even know you anymore, how pathetic can you be?

Oak looked first At master Dorvann then to his friend Meersha before beginning to hesitantly speak again.

"I... I had another dream, it felt... odd." Oak chewed on his lower lip for a bit before continuing. "I was in the chair, watching the fire, and these things, these weird little dancing creatures of flame started to come out of it, and they frightened me. I could not move at all, and I felt the cold come upon me like before, but then this girl came... She looked Ixit, but she was so small and tiny, and she did... something, and threw the creatures back into the flame. The girl tried to speak to me, but had trouble, then she did, well another something and then I could hear her. She asked who I was, and where we were, and she called the fire creatures something..." Oak paused a bit trying to remember the word... his mouth working to sound it out before speaking it aloud, "Skricken... no that's not it, what was it? Sgrikin, she called them Sgrikin. I asked for her name but she would not tell me, then she made this face at me, and I woke up."

Oak blushed again and tried to burrow deeper into the furs wrapped about his slender frame. "I am sorry. I must sound like a raving madman."

You may sound mad, and you may be so, it might explain why I am here. the inner voice chuckled a bit, But this is information, knowledge, they need it, and we do too if we are going to get anything done.

"I hate to be such an imposition Master Dorvann" Oak looked down towards the floor, "But I am very lost, and confused, and maybe even a bit frightened, and I do not know what to do next."

You big baby. the voice chastised him.

 on: August 14, 2015, 09:31:27 PM 
Started by Oak Triballi - Last post by CD Imago
"Of course it is a dream," the ixit girl said, wandering around to peer behind Oak's giant chair.  She stepped on her toes with the grace of a dancer.  "I am seeing them a lot, strange giant creatures like you living your giant world.  Mostly they won't be speaking to me." She circled the chair and came around the other side, skipping lightly toward the fireplace to peer at the coals where the fire creatures had danced.  "Sgrikin from the fire," she said, "they come hungry but miraddu sends them back to their own dreaming.  Maybe they don't like you." She turned and peered skeptically at Oak.  "Dream creatures are not knowing my name," she told him, cocking her head to the side.  "Go back to your own dreaming, nok'tlali k'etu."  She took several swaying leaps toward Oak, then stopped short and threw up her hands, her face contorted into a grotesque sneer as she made a sound somewhere between a cat's hiss and an owl's screech.  The unexpected performance had a shocking effect, and Oak startled awake in the chair.

Dorvann and Meersha huddled together, murmuring as they watched the crackling fire.  As Oak shifted in the chair, Meersha came over and laid a warm hand on the human's forehead.  "How do you feel?" he asked.

 on: April 23, 2015, 07:46:53 PM 
Started by GM Nimue - Last post by Araceli Kamelenn
OOC:  Thanks!  Sorry, I've been out of a town for work a good chunk of this month and out this weekend too; will get something up after I get home.

 on: April 01, 2015, 09:43:56 PM 
Started by GM Nimue - Last post by CD Imago
OOC:  The intention was for it to be a different voice, but if Araceli thinks it's some twisted version of Blossom, she could certainly react to it that way.

 on: March 08, 2015, 09:31:08 PM 
Started by GM Nimue - Last post by Araceli Kamelenn
OOC:  Hey there!  Long time no read.  I hope you are doing well.

Before finishing up my reply, I wanted to make sure I have the right impression from Araceli's perspective.  This 'new voice' doesn't smack of Blossom at all, is that right?  It seems to be an entirely different party?  I've read it both ways, which may just be how tired I am lately*L*

 on: March 02, 2015, 07:06:24 PM 
Started by GM Nimue - Last post by CD Imago
Araceli felt a warmth emanating from her old friend, the familiar earthy smell of Shinku's coat stabilizing her as the warmth flowed around and embraced her.  Shinku nickered and nuzzled Araceli's hair.  But even as Araceli rejoiced in her reunion, she sensed that something had shifted behind her in the atmosphere of the barn.  She heard the ixit's claw scraping against his wooden staff, and felt a shift in her mind.  It was like she had been wrapped up tight in a sleeping skin, and the covers had been torn back exposing her to an outside chill. 

"Blossom," she heard Grimlock mutter.  Blossom did not respond, the furry hands that had guided Araceli to her beloved Shinku now conspicuously absent.

"You cannot fight me, Grimlock," a new voice whispered through the shimmering membrane at the edge of Araceli's mind.  "Not while you hold the girl."

Araceli felt the worry flicker across Grimlock's mind, the buffer between them thinning as he focused his energies into a shield against this new voice. 

"Let the girl come with me, Grimlock," the voice whispered.  "She will flower in my garden, and her power will surpass us both." 

Grimlock gritted his teeth, but said nothing.  Araceli could feel his mind seething, writhing snakes of black and red just on the edge of her thoughts. 

"Not your choosing after all, is it?" the whisper slithered through.  "Come, girl, you only have to open your eyes and walk away with me."

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