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« Reply #750 on: October 28, 2013, 10:41:34 PM »

The spirit of Woden wandered around the room, looking at the destruction, thinking and shaking his head.

Nothin' here anymore. Our history, lost with the hold. Just a few trinkets left. Guess there's nothin' left t' do but honor the debt that formed the clan in the first place.

The corpse of Woden tipped over and fell to the ground. A pouch snapped open and a long, narrow velvet bag lifted out of it and into the air to hang in front of Kjellan.

Thane Kjellan Durgis, you've inherited a Debt of Stone. Deliver it safely to the Queen of the Elves, or one of her Avatars. Do this, or die trying. This debt supersedes all laws and customs. Nothin' comes before this. Take it, and swear.

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« Reply #751 on: October 29, 2013, 02:47:39 AM »

Eiriks good humor continued for just a little longer, until the gravity of the situation returned and his smile lessened into the more serious expression he usually wore. But even that seemed lighter after the brief moment of life that sparked in the room filled with death. "If we make it out of here later, come talk to me and we'll change your bandage before you sleep."

Eirik had spent a great deal of his time with the group off hunting, tracking, and occasionally lost in his own self reflection. Thus, he hadn't really gotten to know those he had traveled with in any real capacity. During his earlier years he had been very sheltered by Colin's men and had not gotten to spend much time on his own. This eventually drove him to become very independent and self-sufficient. He was often driven by his purpose to help others but he could be standoffish at times. He had never learned to be diplmoatic in any real sense. There had never been time nor necessity for it. Now though, he was beginning to regret not learning more tact in his dealing with others.

Once Eirik got over to Ivy and began examining her wounds, despite his unusual confidence, his demeanor began to faulter. She had always, due to her small size, been a child in his eyes. Up close however, he saw just how wrong he had been. He tried to keep himself clinical in his examination and was successful with the wound in her leg, making sure to tie off the wound firmly but not too tightly as to cut off blood flow. "You were lucky with this shot. A little to the left or right and it would had shot through a tendon. As long as you don't go running around too much you should be just fine." Then he got to where the arrow had pierced her chest. He stared for a moment before awkwardly beginning to reach for her several times, he could feel his cheeks begin to flush and finally he averted his gaze. "Uh, you'll... have to remove your armor." Eirik had had no prior experience with treating the wounds on women and found himself becoming unusually flustered.

Come on Eirik, get it together.
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« Reply #752 on: October 29, 2013, 09:57:02 PM »

Mouth agape, Kjellan held out his hand to catch the velvet bag that floated up from Woden's pouch. Though small, it felt heavy, like it contained the weight of fate, the spirit of a fallen people.

"I… I will deliver the Debt of Stone to the Queen of the Elves or die trying, my lord, I swear it," he stammered once he had regained his composure.
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« Reply #753 on: October 29, 2013, 11:08:24 PM »

In the bag was something long and narrow and surprisingly heavy.
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« Reply #754 on: October 29, 2013, 11:32:18 PM »

Curiosity getting the better of him, Kjellan loosened the draw strings on the bag and peered inside.
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« Reply #755 on: October 30, 2013, 01:18:18 AM »

"Thanks, Eirik," Ivy said with a shy smile. "...Oh, right." She pulled her cloak over her head and started on the laces running along the sides of her Halfling leather. Glancing up briefly at Eirik, she could see the embarrassment blooming on his face. "Oh...right." Good one, Ivy. Maybe when you're done flashing Eirik, you can run around the Hall naked. Now she was giving him a run for his money in the blushing department. She grabbed her cloak and held it in front of her chest, then slid the front of the armor down and out beneath it. She then carefully shifted the cloak to expose the wound. "Is that ok?" She looked up at him but couldn't quite look him in the eye. What must he be thinking? I wish the damn arrow had just killed me.
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« Reply #756 on: October 30, 2013, 11:37:40 AM »

Eirik waited for Ivy to remove her armor with his back turned, he tried to busy himself by thinking of the various wound treating techniques that had been taught and he thought that it may have helped some, but he couldn't quite keep himself from hearing her shuffling beneath her cloak. When Ivy indicated she was ready, he turned and realized he had been unconsciously holding his breath. What was I expecting?

Ivy was decently covered beneath her cloak. He moved over to her and began to more carefully examine the wound. Again, it didn't to appear to have damaged any significant vital areas. Eirik was surprised to find she had managed to remove the arrowhead without causing any more damage to herself than what the arrow had done. Though he could also tell from the wounds themselves they weren't the massive arrows fired from an Orcs bow. He realized he was beginning to stare and started to speak to keep his thoughts from drifting.   "Well the good news is the wound here isn't too serious either. Unfortunately, the wound is in a awkward place, so I'm going to have create makeshift bandages to make sure it properly stays in place." Eirik didn't really have much to use as bandages, he didn't feel like searching through the dead for anything and so decided on his own traveling clothes. He removed his cloth shirt which was fortunately clear of  blood and began cutting away a long loose strip of it to create a makeshift bandage. Like she didn't know that already.

When he had finished, he came back to over to Ivy and began to wrap the wound, first up and around her shoulder.   "Uh... You'll need to hold it here for a moment.  Eirik couldn't help but note how taut and healthy her skin was, as he began to gently wrap around her chest to tighten the bandage down. The moments seemed to pass by more slowly than he thought they should have, but eventually he was tying off the bandage.

"You should be fine now." He still felt his cheeks burning a little.
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« Reply #757 on: October 30, 2013, 03:52:20 PM »

Kjellan slid the bag back exposing a scroll case made of solid metal. Mithril. It was the lightest metal in existence. Whatever was inside it must have been quite heavy.

The case itself was a work of art. The filigree and scrollwork was perfect, and somehow the case had been made in such a way that there wasn't a single seam anywhere he could see.

Coiled around the cap as though guarding, it's chest broad and full as though it had just taken a massive breath, was a small, perfectly crafted dragon with ruby eyes.
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« Reply #758 on: October 30, 2013, 06:09:34 PM »

Kjellan stared in awe at the intricate and flawless mithril scroll case, but quickly placed the tube back in the velvet sack and tucked it into his belt. He wanted to show it to his uncle, but the latter had already left the chamber to scout ahead in the marmot hole.

The group had wasted enough time.

The dwarrow hesitated for a moment before bundling up one of the dwarven-sized chain shirts Dunkun had salvaged into his pack. Kjellan had never worn any armour heavier than the padded armour he currently wore, but he thought he should bring the shirt along, "just in case." If anything, it would give him a more thane-like image -- his padded armour simply did not seem like the proper complement to Durgis's helm and Woden's axe. Hopefully Dunk could teach him how to adjust it and how to fight with it.

Kjellan shot one last, sorrowful look at Woden's body, then walked to Wendle's side before turning his gaze on the companions.

"Everyone ready to go?"

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« Reply #759 on: November 05, 2013, 12:47:35 AM »

Ivy used Kjellan's question as an excuse to put herself back in order. "Thank you," she said to Eirik as she laced up her armor once again. "It feels much better now." She donned her cloak and retied her atharak. She walked over to the dead orc and pulled an arrow out of its open wound, wiping the tip on its armor before returning it to her quiver.
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« Reply #760 on: November 05, 2013, 02:52:41 AM »

Eirik nodded to Ivy as she thanked him. "Any time."

He walked back to where he had been gathering some items from earlier. He pulled up the quiver of Javelins and slung them next to his arrows. He then picked up the hand-axe he had from earlier as well as a light hammer and tied them to his belt. Finally, he undid his cloak and wrapped it around an assortment of armor pieces and other weapons before tying it together and throwing it up over his shoulder.

It was heavy for him but he'd still be able to keep up with everyone else.

Maybe if we get lucky and get out of here, we'll have a little while to organize everything.

He moved back to where Kjellan was. "I'm ready." Eirik was grateful to have found some common ground with the Dwarrow. It wasn't much but the ice between them seemed to have thinned some.
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« Reply #761 on: November 05, 2013, 01:40:33 PM »

The others had been piling items they had found, but didn't want, in the middle of the hall. Ivy didn't expect that she would find any weapons or armor in her size so she just moved that stuff aside looking for anything she might find useful. She found a curious bolt of leather that rolled out into an array of loops and pockets. Each contained, it seemed, an item useful for disguising oneself. She rolled it back up and held it up. It was heavy! Carrying this around would probably not be worth it, unless she could find someone else that would be willing and able to take the burden of a few extra pounds.

Then her eye caught two stones just to the side of the pile. They probably didn't look like much to anyone else, but to Ivy they were glowing...black, which wouldn't have made any sense to Ivy unless she was seeing it with her own eyes. "These aren't just mere stones. What could they be for?"
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« Reply #762 on: November 12, 2013, 01:19:19 AM »

Dunk popped back out of the marmot hole he had disappeared into, quickly glancing around. 

"Everyone ready to go?"

He grabbed one of the nicely made backpacks still sitting on the floor, and quickly transferred the contents of his bag to it as the others fell in around him.

"Alright, let's go"
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« Reply #763 on: November 13, 2013, 06:52:22 AM »

Amethyst had spent most of the intervening period quietly talking to Siobhan, endeavouring to soothe the fire-attuned warrior in the wake of her encounter with the wholly-unnatural corruption of the Fell Fire - and the seemingly ever-mounting burden of horror and disaster.  The burst of violence involved in preventing Mandag's heroics from being his last stand had provided a distraction from such thoughts, and Kjellan's astonishing floating bag had been a jaw-droppingly effective distraction in turn... but only a brief one.

Still, the young Keeper had snared a few items for herself and Siobhan, though she had not come close to matching Eirik's acquisition of a portable armoury.  One of the superbly-crafted backpacks had been acquired, to help the group's weakest member cope with her burdens a little better, and she had then added a few potentially-useful things: the elven shortsword seemed about as heavy a weapon as she could comfortably use, and its balance was as beautiful as its craftsmanship; while a shield might provide a little extra protection while in such close proximity to danger, and could easily be ditched thereafter.

She had also acquired the five unidentified Charms, hoping to be able to work on putting names and purposes to them, and had picked up the herbal tea - even if it were nothing more than wholly-mundane tea, it would be welcome, and who knew what the elder fae races might be able to fashion when it came to such a thing?  A full set of elven clothes, including a cloak, was added to her selection - while the strange agate was secured, for Siobhan to study later.  Perhaps its resonance might help to soothe the fireling's nerves.  For the time being, however, she presented her Sarcosan friend with the Earthbreaker hammer, to serve as a tangible (and weighty) distraction and anchor to reality.

"We can stash it in a hiding place in the tunnels, if nothing else.  It just... looks too good to leave here ready for them to snatch up without effort, eh?"

When Dunk asked about readiness, she looked to Siobhan, offering the taller woman an encouraging smile, before nodding to their guide.  Approaching Ivy as the group started to file into the marmot-hole, she gestured diffidently towards the stones.

"I've no idea how successful I might be," she ventured, "but I could give it a try.  I'll just be following along behind our leaders, for the next while, and could try to examine them as we go."


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« Reply #764 on: November 16, 2013, 09:30:18 PM »

The marmot hole was dark and cramped. Dunk carried a torch and led them through the low tunnels, but it was uncomfortable and slow going for the humans. They quickly had sore backs and quivering legs from moving along in a crouch for so long. They were winded, but pushed on, Rhiann's last blessing giving them the will to force themselves to keep moving long after they would have otherwise needed to stop.

Eventually Dunk announced that they had rejoined the tunnel that had originally taken them to Durgis Rock. Getting out took much less time than getting in.

After only a few hours they reached the end of the narrow, roughly carved road. A pull of a lever let Dunk push aside a stone enough to open a crack in the rock wall and dump them back at the mouth of the trail that lead around the chasm that served as the mouth of Durgis Rock.

They stood on the path, high above the ruined fortress, looking down on the wreckage and the back side of the Shadow siege camp.

The remaining Shadow soldiers were wasting no time breaking down the camp. Already fewer than half of the tents they had seen when they arrived were still erected. The hobgoblin siege engineers were a model of efficiency. The remaining supply yards had been repurposed, siege towers were stripped, broken down and turned into simple wagons and rickshaws to transport weapons an armor that were now without owners.

Durgis Rock still smoked. The massive hole in the roof of the Great Hall, between the ruined Sun Door and Moon Door, belched black fumes. It was a funeral pyre. More than five hundred dwarves had died since yesterday's sunrise. All that was left of Clan Durgis now stood on the road watching their home smolder.

This was the birthplace of the Kurgun, who more than any other clan, celebrated life. It was why they had been exiled. They chose to live under the warm light of Father Sun rather than in the deep heart of the earth. They had never forgotten their passions, no matter how much blood was shed. They had retreated toward the sky instead of into the darkness.

Four Thanes of Durgis stood on the rise. Two living, two dead. Two of an ancient line, two of new blood. Two that followed, two that lead. Two by destiny, two by free will. They stood together, but each was alone. They all left a part of themselves behind as they watched the sun set on their home for the last time.
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« Reply #765 on: November 18, 2013, 10:44:22 PM »

Eirik stood for a time and watched the smoke rise from the ruins of the Dwarven hold. It was the first good view he had gotten of the structure and there was nothing any of them could do any longer except watch. The Shadow's forces had won here.

The setting sun somehow symbolized how dark things had turned. It was almost as if the sun itself was faltering in the face of the Shadow.

 Another titan of power, falling slowly to the darkness of night. Telling us to hurry and run away. Like Rhiann and Woden.

It made him eager to leave. But how could he tell the Dwarves to just turn and leave the sight of their home? It would likely be the last chance they would have to see it.

And if night falls? What then? None of us will be able to move faster than a crawl. Torches will be too risky to use. Orcs and Goblins can see at night just fine. They'll be on us if we're too close.

"We need to put some distance from here while there's still some daylight. There's no telling when the Shadow patrols will be on the move."
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« Reply #766 on: November 19, 2013, 12:01:25 AM »

"There's still Kurgun Falls not far off." Wendle said quietly as he joined the others in watching the sun set over Durgis Rock. He swallowed back the lump in his throat, years of practice controlling his outward emotions to avoid notice by Shadow servants stretched to the breaking point as the death of his second home sunk in.
"No use..." he cleared his throat and stuffed a pudgy finger into the corner of his eye, working it back and forth and sniffing loudly. "No use just standing around."
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« Reply #767 on: November 20, 2013, 05:16:06 AM »

"I don't think that bidding a fond farewell ever counts as 'just standing around'," Amethyst gently - and fondly - assured Wendle, while fighting back her own distraught reactions to the devastation.

"Do we, ahh, know what we are to do next?"  She darted a glance towards Kjellan, as bearer of assorted mysterious gifts from now-dead dwarves.  "I rather have the impression that we might have been charged with a mission of some sort."
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« Reply #768 on: November 20, 2013, 04:03:58 PM »

Eirik looked at Wendle and felt a pang of sadness wash through him. The cautious, often surly, and ever pragmatic Gnome had been a guiding source of stability for Eirik over the past months. Ever since he had been pretty much smuggled out of the city and on this mad quest to the Dwarves, Wendle had looked out for Eirik. He had become a friend to Eirik. It was unfair what the Shadow had done. Another atrocity, albeit a small one, they had inflicted on others. Eirik wanted to help his friend, somehow.

As Amethyst spoke he looked down at the ground and thought about what it had all been for. The Elves. He realized. That case. Rhiann's last request. It all came together. Somehow or another, he had felt it would be like this.
 "Erethor." He said quietly. "We're going to Erethor. We're going to deliver this case to Rhiann's queen. But first we have to make sure we can get there. We need to take shelter at Kurgun Falls and plan from there."
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« Reply #769 on: November 20, 2013, 11:47:24 PM »

Kjellan took a long last look at the ruins of Durgis Rock with a cold, stony gaze.

There were no farewells left to bid, nothing left to return to. He felt empty inside, drained of all emotion. Kjellan knocked the butt of Woden's axe on the ground a few times, in one final homage to his people. He then gripped the weapon tightly by its haft, just below the blade. Even with its butt on the ground, the majestic weapon was almost as tall as the dwarrow.

"Uncle," he said quietly to Dunk after a long silence. "I grieve with you the loss of all we held dear… But I am comforted that you are with me, and I will need you now more than ever. I promised you that we would return once our oath to Woden is fulfilled… but there is nothing left to return to. Yet so long as dwarves fight to defend their mountain holds, I will gladly come back with you to fight at their side, to the end… We will have our vengeance one day… My promise holds..."  

Kjellan placed a a gentle hand on Wendle's shoulder, then nodded and exhaled deeply after hearing Amethyst's gentle and empathic words.

As Eirik declared that the group was bound for Erethor, Kjellan finally addressed the companions as a whole. He had adjusted Durgis's helm so that it now fit perfectly, but he remained clad in the battered padded armour that showed through his gaudy, torn clothes; the chain shirt was stowed in his pack. Still, despite the mismatch between helm and axe, on the one hand, and padded armour and outfit on the other, the diminutive dwarrow's tone, expression and bearing definitely suggested a ragged thane's wisdom and authority. The silhouette cast by the setting sun at his back was stoic, regal.

"I, Kjellan Hargund Gale oth'Durgis, have inherited a Debt of Stone from Woden, and I will see that the debt is paid in full. This is now my life's purpose, and it requires that I travel to the forest realm of the elves, to deliver a gift to their Queen -- the case that Eirik has mentioned. I hold you under no obligation to accompany me on this journey, though you are welcome to travel with me for as short or as great a distance as you choose. The journey will be perilous, and the Debt of Stone is mine, and mine alone. But for now, Wendle and Eirik are right… we need to place as much distance as we can between the Shadow's forces and ourselves before nightfall, and should strive to reach Kurgun Falls with haste… From there, you may go where you will..."  
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« Reply #770 on: November 21, 2013, 01:48:59 AM »

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