Hello all Chronicle readers...
As of recently, I have decided that for the sake of readers who do not have time to read 20 pages of exposition every week, I will be writing "Quick Summary" entries. They will cover the same basic events and dialogue details as my novel-esque writing, but will obviously be much shorter and less time consuming. We writers are still refining how we want to do things, so please bear with us if things get a little repetitive.
Quick Summary No 1:
-Andreas, Azariah, Nobo'ru and Abel leave the Zamunsol enclave headed east. A storm comes from the north, so they divert south off the beaten path to avoid it.
-While off the path, they hear screams and rescue some children
-Combat encounter: Azariah, Andreas and Nobo'ru fight 3 Ruk Shol to try and save the 3rd child while Abel hides the other two. Abel returns to invigorate the beleagured party and the Ruk Shol are then defeated in short order. It is learned that the Ruk Shol will even stop mid-battle to try and feast on incapacitated party members.
-The party returns to where Abel hid the children and finds them gone. The party spends many hours trying to track them down, to exhaustion. The children's remains are found, and the party encamps farther off. Andreas wishes to avenge the children's deaths, and Azariah is willing to go with him, but Nobo'ru's counsel diverts them back to their main quest.
-The party wishes to investigate the source of light they saw while traveling before they found the children. The child proves difficult to deal with, and so they bring him.
-The source of light is discovered to be an Urash tree covered in tarps, and also wreathed in a kind of dangerous, vampiric vine which Azariah identifies as a Dewfrond. A man in the tree, Bacouth, sends the adventurers on a mission to get more tarps to cover up the places he has failed to conceal where the light shines out. He says that he is there to protect the tree, that he is a Priest of the Stars.
-The adventurers go to the young boy's villiage and acquire the goods they need, using star dust Bacouth gave them as currency. The boy is discovered to have no surviving relatives or guardians. The boy is dropped off with a villiager, "Miss Cindy" who promises to take care of the boy. Andreas promises to come back one day to teach him swordplay if he promises to behave and no longer run off.
-The party returns to Bacouth without incident. It is noted that the storm they had run through several times has in fact not moved, but is situated in a ring around the hill upon which the Urash tree sits. The ground around it has become a swampy mire.
-Other helpers of Bacouth are revealed. One of them only speaks in whispers and appears mad. The party suspects, due to Azariah's insistence that the Dewfrond vine is evil, that it must be destroyed. Bacouth, however, insists that it is a good thing that creates a symbiosis with the Urash tree. It is noted that after the Dewfrond was wounded in the first encounter, that the Urash tree's light weakened.
-The one priest who whispers insists on the vine's evil nature as well, but does not dare challenge Bacouth and the other followers. He is willing to help the party if a conflict should arise, but because of the numerical advantage Bacouth has, he is unwilling to start anything.
-Bacouth suggests that the ruk shol are to blame for the odd storm, and wants the party to hunt them.
-Andreas manages to acquire a sample of the vine by "accidentally" falling into it, drawing it to attack, and then hacking off a piece. Bacouth nearly attacks Andreas for this. The situation is rather tense when the session ends.
July 31, 2008
July 24, 2008
The Road Less Travelled
Departing from the subterranean home of the Zamunsol where all of the party was raised (save for Andreas) the group was sent out with the mission of "affecting change", what exactly that will look like, no one rightly knows. Following maps given to them by the Zamunsol, the party took the main road to the West.
As they were traveling, Azariah could feel in his bones that a storm was coming on. The humidity was more intense than even the normal cold, dark, musty atmosphere of Abaden. Traveling on, the weather proved him right as a light mist began to fall. Andreas, concerned about the safety of his primarily metal equipment, wanted to find shelter. Believing he was understanding the weather patterns, Azariah suggested that if perhaps they veered of of their set path by going slightly South, they would be able to skirt the storm and lose less time than if they were to stop moving and take shelter.
So the group changed course and turned Southward, but as they traveled there was something odd about the storm. Though they had only moved a few miles South, they were able to stay dry while watching lightning bathe the sky to the North. Moving forward, the group noticed at a certain point that there seemed to be a source of light other than the lightning off to the North. Just as they were debating heading toward it screams were heard from afar off. Running toward the screams they saw the light of some phosphorescent mushrooms and found two young children who had been tied up. Cutting them free, the child said "They've got my brother, help him!" While Abel stayed behind to protect the children, Noboru, Azariah, and Andreas charged in the direction they heard the scream come from.
Just as the group spotted a dim light source in the distance, a hunting party of Ruk-Shol emerged from the darkness. In the brief battle that ensued, the Ruk-Shol quickly overwhelmed to group knocking Andreas and ultimately Noboru unconscious. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, Abel came to their aid and him and Azariah were able to defeat the already-injured warband.
After dispatching them, the party was able to track down their quarry, another young boy named Jakobah. Heading back to where they had left the other two boys, the party arrived to find them missing. They were able to track the boys footprints away from the site. The party moved as quickly as possible in pursuit of the boys thinking that they could not have gone far in a such a short time. Unfortunately, minutes of tracking became hours quickly and there was no sound of the boys. The tracking was proving too slow so the party broke into an all-out run in the direction they thought the boys fled.
After some time the tracks changed from children's footprints to large, heavy boots. Driven by a sense of duty, the party refused to rest until they found the children. Pushing themselves beyond limits they had known before, the party was ultimately confused and exhausted. Just when they were unsure what to do next, Jakobah spotted something on the ground. Closer inspection showed that it was blood and bits of human flesh. It seemed that it was too late, that the Ruk-Shol had already killed the children they were trying so desperately to rescue.
Andreas felt that despite this evidence, the party should press on and avenge the deaths of the boys. The rest of the party felt it necessary to continue their travel, in his wisdom Noboru explained "There are many people in this world in need of justice, but if we become the agent of each and every victim, surely we will not have the kind of influence on the Kings and Nobles of this world that the Zamunsol have trained us for."
Jakobah mourned bitterly the death of his brother and friend. The next day the group retraced their steps. Conversation along the journey seemed to prove the Jakobah was quite a handful. He refused to listen to reason and go back with the party to town. Instead he insisted that they take him with them to see find out what the light was that they had all seen off in the distance.
As they were traveling, Azariah could feel in his bones that a storm was coming on. The humidity was more intense than even the normal cold, dark, musty atmosphere of Abaden. Traveling on, the weather proved him right as a light mist began to fall. Andreas, concerned about the safety of his primarily metal equipment, wanted to find shelter. Believing he was understanding the weather patterns, Azariah suggested that if perhaps they veered of of their set path by going slightly South, they would be able to skirt the storm and lose less time than if they were to stop moving and take shelter.
So the group changed course and turned Southward, but as they traveled there was something odd about the storm. Though they had only moved a few miles South, they were able to stay dry while watching lightning bathe the sky to the North. Moving forward, the group noticed at a certain point that there seemed to be a source of light other than the lightning off to the North. Just as they were debating heading toward it screams were heard from afar off. Running toward the screams they saw the light of some phosphorescent mushrooms and found two young children who had been tied up. Cutting them free, the child said "They've got my brother, help him!" While Abel stayed behind to protect the children, Noboru, Azariah, and Andreas charged in the direction they heard the scream come from.
Just as the group spotted a dim light source in the distance, a hunting party of Ruk-Shol emerged from the darkness. In the brief battle that ensued, the Ruk-Shol quickly overwhelmed to group knocking Andreas and ultimately Noboru unconscious. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, Abel came to their aid and him and Azariah were able to defeat the already-injured warband.
After dispatching them, the party was able to track down their quarry, another young boy named Jakobah. Heading back to where they had left the other two boys, the party arrived to find them missing. They were able to track the boys footprints away from the site. The party moved as quickly as possible in pursuit of the boys thinking that they could not have gone far in a such a short time. Unfortunately, minutes of tracking became hours quickly and there was no sound of the boys. The tracking was proving too slow so the party broke into an all-out run in the direction they thought the boys fled.
After some time the tracks changed from children's footprints to large, heavy boots. Driven by a sense of duty, the party refused to rest until they found the children. Pushing themselves beyond limits they had known before, the party was ultimately confused and exhausted. Just when they were unsure what to do next, Jakobah spotted something on the ground. Closer inspection showed that it was blood and bits of human flesh. It seemed that it was too late, that the Ruk-Shol had already killed the children they were trying so desperately to rescue.
Andreas felt that despite this evidence, the party should press on and avenge the deaths of the boys. The rest of the party felt it necessary to continue their travel, in his wisdom Noboru explained "There are many people in this world in need of justice, but if we become the agent of each and every victim, surely we will not have the kind of influence on the Kings and Nobles of this world that the Zamunsol have trained us for."
Jakobah mourned bitterly the death of his brother and friend. The next day the group retraced their steps. Conversation along the journey seemed to prove the Jakobah was quite a handful. He refused to listen to reason and go back with the party to town. Instead he insisted that they take him with them to see find out what the light was that they had all seen off in the distance.
July 22, 2008
An Abundance of Rain
Author's note (David): I, unfortunately, didn't do a great job of record keeping this time, so some of the exact wording of the dialogue may be lost. I mostly remember the kinds of things my character said, but aside from very "key" converstaions I don't remember what others said. So this may be slightly inaccurate in that regard.
The grinding crunch of gravel gave way under the soft earth and quieted as the four adventurers set off from the Zamunsol, a twenty day journey in the gloom spead out at their feet. Azariah walked ahead in the darkness, keeping his own quiet counsel as he lead them along paths that were familiar from his training in fieldcraft. Nobo'ru, doggedly walked nearby, with a luminescent mushroom shifting about his person as he idly passed it about without comment, his motion more expressive than his face. Only Andreas truly stood out, a torch looped to the bottom of his shield illuminating the path before him. The light of it clung the bottom of his mixed armor of leather and steel like a beggar pleading for a coin. It reached out and lapped at Azariah's heels as he strode forward, always slightly out of the lamp's reach. Abel stepped sprightly behind Andreas, white radiance washed about his person, his youthful optimism and excitement seeming to shine from him, or would have if his wooden staff of power did not overpower it beyond one's ability to see.
As they advanced, a mist began to fall. Azariah stopped only to offer a quiet warning: "If it worstens, we must find shelter." Stopping again, he paused, and feeling the winds, said "I feel an abundance of rain. We should go around, off the path." While Azariah assured that it would be far better than risking the wetness of the rain, Nobo'ru began to walk off the path without a word. They again moved on, this time with Andreas walking in step with Azariah. It seemed that they had avoided the worst of the storm, though crackles and peals of thunder began to smite the earth a ways off to the north as they headed east. After a time of travel, Azariah, Andreas and Nobo'ru caught a faint glowing light in the far distance. Andreas pointed to the light and, looking to Abel who knew more about the deep magic of the world than the rest of them, inquired, "Abel, can you discern the nature of the light over there? What kind of light is it?"
"It is like the light in my dreams!" He exclaimed softly. "It is not a magical kind of light." There was a pause and then, as though perfectly timed between the cracks of thunder, a bloodcurdling shriek was heard faintly on the wind.
Andreas sprang into a run towards the sound as though it were a clarion for his destiny to be fulfilled, and the rain that he had once avoided for want of keeping his accoutrements intact was of no consequence to him at all any more. His piercing eyes narrowed against the hard rain as it coursed about his face amongst the stubble, pattered on his armor and quenched his lamp. As Andreas charged off, Azariah followed, his instinct starting to come over his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nobo'ru sweep to the right, ranging out to avoid the eyes of foes trained on the three others who charged ahead.
Andreas arrived first, and seeing the two children hog-tied on the sodden ground, he wasted no time ripping his sword from it's scabbard and cutting their bonds. One of them rose immediately and shouted "They got my brother, they got my brother!" as he pointed emphatically into the darkness. Ahead a small glowing light bobbed frantically. Azariah, hardly having stopped running, charged off again toward the light. Andreas paused only a moment to sever the ropes binding the other boy and set off at Azariah's heels. While the two continued recklessly into the dark, Nobo'ru coninued forward, his luminsescent mushoom barely able to send its light ahead of his swift feet.
Abel arrived at where the children were. Stripping off their remaining ropes, he took them under his robe to shield them from the rain, and encouraged them as best he could, saying "You're safe now," as he lit up his staff again with a wave of his hand.
In the distance, Azariah's feed pounded in the darkness. He could see the light ahead, and with that in the attention of his eye, he never saw the Ruk Shol coming. With a sudden shuddering roar, Azariah was struck in his stomach with a blow that might have cut him in two and put an end to his life, if he had not been struck with the haft instead of the blade of the axe. As he staggered under the blow's weight, he straightened with a roar and tore his blades from their scabbards. In an instant, he swung them with such a savage hatred brought on by his surprise and loathing for the creature before him that the bite of his scimitars was inevitable, slicing deep into the flesh of the Ruk Shol. Andreas was caught in another Ruk Shol's surprise attack, and was hammered by a weighty blow from another Ruk Shol's axe. The melee turned vicious for the two men; but as the furious blows of the Ruk Shol began to tell, Andreas bellowed a battle cry that would straighten the spine of the most weary soldier as he pierced his sword deep into the crearture's dark flesh with a well calculated strike. The other Ruk Shol swung wildly at Azariah, missing him and hitting Andreas in the back, opening him up for a crushing blow from another. Andreas crumpled to the ground with a grunt. With a slavering roar, the other Ruk Shol turned to Azariah and for the first time in his adulthood, Azariah knew fear.
Behind him, he could not see that Nobo'ru had fought past a Ruk Shol to run to the other by Azariah. With a word that undoes flesh, the Ruk Shol that had laid Andreas low howled as his flesh was pierced by an inscrutable magic power.
Off in the distance, as he heard the clash of battle, Abel wasted no time. Hoisting a child under each arm, and levitating his illuminated staff before him, he ran to the nearest tree, placed the children underneath, planted his staff in the earth before them and said "Please stay here until I come back! Don't go anywhere, OK!?". The children only nodded emphatically as Abel sprinted towards the roars and ringing of steel.
Dazed from the weighty swings of the Ruk Shol's axe, and his power draining from him like water, Azariah whirled again his blades, but could not wound the Ruk Shol deeply enough to end its life. The Ruk Shol Nobo'ru had distracted pounded Nobo'ru squarely in the shoulder, staggering him. Again the Ruk Shol before Azariah swung wildly, and Azariah dodged the blow. The axe turned in the air and the flat of its blade connected with the back of Nobo'ru's head, knocking his face into the ground at the other Ruk Shol's feet.
With a blistering cry, Azariah thrust both of his blades into the Ruk Shol which had denied him the satisfaction of a kill so long, puncturing both lungs at once. Azariah's moment of fear died with the Ruk Shol and left him like the blood dribbling from its lips. Tearing them out he saw the other Ruk Shol leaning over Nobo'ru's crumpled form and with uncanny speed drew his long bow. Haste and exhaustion plagued his aim, and though he shot with a rapidity that would be the envy of many, he only found his mark once, sending an arrow piercing through the Ruk Shol's skin as though it were merely another bone ornament threaded through its flesh.
Like a dawn that comes suddenly, Azariah saw to his right a burst of bright light as magical energy streaked into the third Ruk Shol a distance away and seared his flesh. Abel stood at the clearing with lighting cackling in his hands. The Ruk Shol, incredibly, turned and ran to Andreas' body and fell on it, its tongue hanging out.
The other Ruk Shol that Azariah had shot did the same to Nobo'ru, and Azariah's eyes widened as he saw their jaws open to feed. Dropping his bow and taking up his scimitars again, he shook off his dazed exhaustion and laid his blade into the Ruk Shol over Nobo'ru. It rose and struck Azariah in the face with its fist, it's crude, grimy thumbnail slicing his forehead open. Nearly unconscious, lights flickered in Azariah's eyes as he reeled; it was only through sheer will that he was stayed on his feet. The other Ruk Shol stood up again and began to move towards Azariah.
Abel moved toward Andreas, still far away, and suddenly winked into existence beside him and took Andreas under the arms, who was even now regaining consciousness. With clarity of mind sliding back in, Andreas gathered himself, shouted for Nobo'ru to get up, and stepped in to engage the Ruk Shol who had been a moment ago looking for a good place to sink its teeth into his body. Nobo'ru responded to Andreas' impeccable timing, and planted a dagger deep into the Ruk Shol's back as it turned to face to Andreas, who stepped back to avoid it's reach.
Azariah, in a swift move responded to the blow he received before and slashed the Ruk Shol's face as he ran to help Andreas, sending it to the ground howling in agony. Without a lost moment, he slipped between Andreas and the last Ruk Shol, ready to die if he had to, as the Ruk Shol drew his axe back for a final blow.
It never came. With a soft splitting sound, a dagger point sprouted from the Ruk Shol's forehead and a single drop of blood flew out from its tip and struck Azariah's face. The Ruk Shol's white eyes went vacant and it collapsed to the side. On the other side stood a very disheveled Nobo'ru, his emotion, if he had any at all, only expressed in his heavy breathing, which seemed more like a necessity of his flesh than any tell of emotion.
Remembering the boy they had suffered so long to find, Azariah sheathed his blades distractedly and immediately tracked the boy's steps as Andreas took his sword and punched it into the Ruk Shol who had knocked him out before repeadly, putting an end to its groaning. Finding the boy, Azariah grabbed his shoulder and said simply, "I have you now, and you will be safe. Come with me, we have found your brother and your friend." Andreas came and took the boy, and they ran back to the clearing where the boys were.
Abel's staff stood loyally where he had left it, it's white radiance bathing the earth under the tree, but the boys were gone.
The grinding crunch of gravel gave way under the soft earth and quieted as the four adventurers set off from the Zamunsol, a twenty day journey in the gloom spead out at their feet. Azariah walked ahead in the darkness, keeping his own quiet counsel as he lead them along paths that were familiar from his training in fieldcraft. Nobo'ru, doggedly walked nearby, with a luminescent mushroom shifting about his person as he idly passed it about without comment, his motion more expressive than his face. Only Andreas truly stood out, a torch looped to the bottom of his shield illuminating the path before him. The light of it clung the bottom of his mixed armor of leather and steel like a beggar pleading for a coin. It reached out and lapped at Azariah's heels as he strode forward, always slightly out of the lamp's reach. Abel stepped sprightly behind Andreas, white radiance washed about his person, his youthful optimism and excitement seeming to shine from him, or would have if his wooden staff of power did not overpower it beyond one's ability to see.
As they advanced, a mist began to fall. Azariah stopped only to offer a quiet warning: "If it worstens, we must find shelter." Stopping again, he paused, and feeling the winds, said "I feel an abundance of rain. We should go around, off the path." While Azariah assured that it would be far better than risking the wetness of the rain, Nobo'ru began to walk off the path without a word. They again moved on, this time with Andreas walking in step with Azariah. It seemed that they had avoided the worst of the storm, though crackles and peals of thunder began to smite the earth a ways off to the north as they headed east. After a time of travel, Azariah, Andreas and Nobo'ru caught a faint glowing light in the far distance. Andreas pointed to the light and, looking to Abel who knew more about the deep magic of the world than the rest of them, inquired, "Abel, can you discern the nature of the light over there? What kind of light is it?"
"It is like the light in my dreams!" He exclaimed softly. "It is not a magical kind of light." There was a pause and then, as though perfectly timed between the cracks of thunder, a bloodcurdling shriek was heard faintly on the wind.
Andreas sprang into a run towards the sound as though it were a clarion for his destiny to be fulfilled, and the rain that he had once avoided for want of keeping his accoutrements intact was of no consequence to him at all any more. His piercing eyes narrowed against the hard rain as it coursed about his face amongst the stubble, pattered on his armor and quenched his lamp. As Andreas charged off, Azariah followed, his instinct starting to come over his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nobo'ru sweep to the right, ranging out to avoid the eyes of foes trained on the three others who charged ahead.
Andreas arrived first, and seeing the two children hog-tied on the sodden ground, he wasted no time ripping his sword from it's scabbard and cutting their bonds. One of them rose immediately and shouted "They got my brother, they got my brother!" as he pointed emphatically into the darkness. Ahead a small glowing light bobbed frantically. Azariah, hardly having stopped running, charged off again toward the light. Andreas paused only a moment to sever the ropes binding the other boy and set off at Azariah's heels. While the two continued recklessly into the dark, Nobo'ru coninued forward, his luminsescent mushoom barely able to send its light ahead of his swift feet.
Abel arrived at where the children were. Stripping off their remaining ropes, he took them under his robe to shield them from the rain, and encouraged them as best he could, saying "You're safe now," as he lit up his staff again with a wave of his hand.
In the distance, Azariah's feed pounded in the darkness. He could see the light ahead, and with that in the attention of his eye, he never saw the Ruk Shol coming. With a sudden shuddering roar, Azariah was struck in his stomach with a blow that might have cut him in two and put an end to his life, if he had not been struck with the haft instead of the blade of the axe. As he staggered under the blow's weight, he straightened with a roar and tore his blades from their scabbards. In an instant, he swung them with such a savage hatred brought on by his surprise and loathing for the creature before him that the bite of his scimitars was inevitable, slicing deep into the flesh of the Ruk Shol. Andreas was caught in another Ruk Shol's surprise attack, and was hammered by a weighty blow from another Ruk Shol's axe. The melee turned vicious for the two men; but as the furious blows of the Ruk Shol began to tell, Andreas bellowed a battle cry that would straighten the spine of the most weary soldier as he pierced his sword deep into the crearture's dark flesh with a well calculated strike. The other Ruk Shol swung wildly at Azariah, missing him and hitting Andreas in the back, opening him up for a crushing blow from another. Andreas crumpled to the ground with a grunt. With a slavering roar, the other Ruk Shol turned to Azariah and for the first time in his adulthood, Azariah knew fear.
Behind him, he could not see that Nobo'ru had fought past a Ruk Shol to run to the other by Azariah. With a word that undoes flesh, the Ruk Shol that had laid Andreas low howled as his flesh was pierced by an inscrutable magic power.
Off in the distance, as he heard the clash of battle, Abel wasted no time. Hoisting a child under each arm, and levitating his illuminated staff before him, he ran to the nearest tree, placed the children underneath, planted his staff in the earth before them and said "Please stay here until I come back! Don't go anywhere, OK!?". The children only nodded emphatically as Abel sprinted towards the roars and ringing of steel.
Dazed from the weighty swings of the Ruk Shol's axe, and his power draining from him like water, Azariah whirled again his blades, but could not wound the Ruk Shol deeply enough to end its life. The Ruk Shol Nobo'ru had distracted pounded Nobo'ru squarely in the shoulder, staggering him. Again the Ruk Shol before Azariah swung wildly, and Azariah dodged the blow. The axe turned in the air and the flat of its blade connected with the back of Nobo'ru's head, knocking his face into the ground at the other Ruk Shol's feet.
With a blistering cry, Azariah thrust both of his blades into the Ruk Shol which had denied him the satisfaction of a kill so long, puncturing both lungs at once. Azariah's moment of fear died with the Ruk Shol and left him like the blood dribbling from its lips. Tearing them out he saw the other Ruk Shol leaning over Nobo'ru's crumpled form and with uncanny speed drew his long bow. Haste and exhaustion plagued his aim, and though he shot with a rapidity that would be the envy of many, he only found his mark once, sending an arrow piercing through the Ruk Shol's skin as though it were merely another bone ornament threaded through its flesh.
Like a dawn that comes suddenly, Azariah saw to his right a burst of bright light as magical energy streaked into the third Ruk Shol a distance away and seared his flesh. Abel stood at the clearing with lighting cackling in his hands. The Ruk Shol, incredibly, turned and ran to Andreas' body and fell on it, its tongue hanging out.
The other Ruk Shol that Azariah had shot did the same to Nobo'ru, and Azariah's eyes widened as he saw their jaws open to feed. Dropping his bow and taking up his scimitars again, he shook off his dazed exhaustion and laid his blade into the Ruk Shol over Nobo'ru. It rose and struck Azariah in the face with its fist, it's crude, grimy thumbnail slicing his forehead open. Nearly unconscious, lights flickered in Azariah's eyes as he reeled; it was only through sheer will that he was stayed on his feet. The other Ruk Shol stood up again and began to move towards Azariah.
Abel moved toward Andreas, still far away, and suddenly winked into existence beside him and took Andreas under the arms, who was even now regaining consciousness. With clarity of mind sliding back in, Andreas gathered himself, shouted for Nobo'ru to get up, and stepped in to engage the Ruk Shol who had been a moment ago looking for a good place to sink its teeth into his body. Nobo'ru responded to Andreas' impeccable timing, and planted a dagger deep into the Ruk Shol's back as it turned to face to Andreas, who stepped back to avoid it's reach.
Azariah, in a swift move responded to the blow he received before and slashed the Ruk Shol's face as he ran to help Andreas, sending it to the ground howling in agony. Without a lost moment, he slipped between Andreas and the last Ruk Shol, ready to die if he had to, as the Ruk Shol drew his axe back for a final blow.
It never came. With a soft splitting sound, a dagger point sprouted from the Ruk Shol's forehead and a single drop of blood flew out from its tip and struck Azariah's face. The Ruk Shol's white eyes went vacant and it collapsed to the side. On the other side stood a very disheveled Nobo'ru, his emotion, if he had any at all, only expressed in his heavy breathing, which seemed more like a necessity of his flesh than any tell of emotion.
Remembering the boy they had suffered so long to find, Azariah sheathed his blades distractedly and immediately tracked the boy's steps as Andreas took his sword and punched it into the Ruk Shol who had knocked him out before repeadly, putting an end to its groaning. Finding the boy, Azariah grabbed his shoulder and said simply, "I have you now, and you will be safe. Come with me, we have found your brother and your friend." Andreas came and took the boy, and they ran back to the clearing where the boys were.
Abel's staff stood loyally where he had left it, it's white radiance bathing the earth under the tree, but the boys were gone.
July 18, 2008
A Preface
The purpose of this blog (for now) is to create an ongoing update of the Chronicles of Abaden as the plot unfolds. Should any player miss a session, the rule will be that you have to check this blog before the following session. This will help us to jump right into the game on a given week.
Also, there has always been a question in D&D of "Does my character remember ______?" As a player, I agree that it is frustrating when we forget certain important storyline details from the campaign. This blog will allow me to maintain the whole "If you don't remember then your character doesn't remember" stance during the game sessions, but give the players a way of recalling the events (because let's face it, your characters would remember a lot of the things that we in our busy lives tend to forget about the game) from past sessions by going over the blog after before the next game session.
This blog will be authored by myself, David, and any other players who feel led to contribute. David will be my "scribe" of sorts, keeping a record of the Chronicles of Abaden. I doubt that anyone else is coveting his position considering how busy I know everyone is.
Looking forward to the start of a fun and exciting story this Monday.
Peace & Joy!
Also, there has always been a question in D&D of "Does my character remember ______?" As a player, I agree that it is frustrating when we forget certain important storyline details from the campaign. This blog will allow me to maintain the whole "If you don't remember then your character doesn't remember" stance during the game sessions, but give the players a way of recalling the events (because let's face it, your characters would remember a lot of the things that we in our busy lives tend to forget about the game) from past sessions by going over the blog after before the next game session.
This blog will be authored by myself, David, and any other players who feel led to contribute. David will be my "scribe" of sorts, keeping a record of the Chronicles of Abaden. I doubt that anyone else is coveting his position considering how busy I know everyone is.
Looking forward to the start of a fun and exciting story this Monday.
Peace & Joy!
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