The Legends of the Past.   Posted by DM.Group: 0
DM
 GM, 86 posts
 The Prophet
Sat 9 Jul 2016
at 11:27
The Legends of the Past

Your eyes open at the sound of a thunder crack in the distance. The folds of your tent billow in the winds. You can hear the goings-on of war camp activity around you. It’s early morning. An elven war horn sounds, a long melancholy droning, low-pitch. The sound crashes through the lined up tents of elves, furbolg, wildkin and all manner of creatures, like waves upon the rocks. The elven horns forbid sleep and startle you into wakefulness. Elven magicks…

When you open your tent, a vista treats you. Above you, the sky has broken open, making the village seem impossibly small. The buildings have been constructed upon a plateau that drops off into cliffs to the north, descends down a natural ramp to a natural harbor to the west. The humans that once lived here must have seen the same kinds of rays of sun break through the cloud cover and cast light upon the roofs of their town. It is a glorious sight.

There is no lightning storm in sight for miles.


Beside you stand 6 more tents, a covered up cage and in the middle, a lit cooking fire. In total, you number a dryad, two blood elves, a tauren and his giant cat, an ogre, an orc and the undead. Stocks of meat have been placed in a crate besides the fire, wrapped in paper and treated with preservative salt. A meal, you remember, reserved for those whom are sent ahead of the main force. In an hour, you’ll be expected to arrive fully armored, equipped and fed for a briefing at the main bonfire. For now, you have time to relax and converse with your comrades.


NEXT DEADLINE BEFORE SKIPPING TURNS:
10th of July, 16:00 GMT+1

This message was last edited by the GM at 11:38, Sat 09 July 2016.

Baehean Nightreaver
 player character, 11 posts
Sat 9 Jul 2016
at 15:16
The Legends of the Past
Watching silently and unmoving, Baehean keeps his eyes outside the encampment, watching for any threats to himself and the others. As he is no longer living he has learned how to stay completely motionless, which he finds leaceful but undoubtebly others may find unnerving. The heat of the fire, the allure of the food has no interest to him, it is something that he no longer craves for or receives pleasure from.
Lorin Sunheart
 player character, 1 post
Sat 9 Jul 2016
at 16:37
The Legends of the Past
Sitting up, Lorin is still puzzled from the night's sleep. Before even standing up, he performs the same, almost ritualistic sequence he does every day. First, his hand runs over the worn cover of the tome he had since he was but a child, its yellow pages endearing as always, almost pulsing with the memories this eons-old book contains. Second, the sunrod, its nature reflecting the bright rays of the sun, throbbing under the surface in a way perceptible only to him. Last, as he puts on his armor, he runs his hands through the gold thread of his vest, putting it on and opening his eyes.

He is still getting used to the mottley selection of races and... things that comprise his new squad to be. The undead is an unnerving sight, more so since it seems that it used to be a High Elf. Good thing it's still covered up. He grabs a quick bite to eat and sits crosslegged by the fire, meditating and attuning himself to his implements.
Lynette
 player character, 25 posts
Sat 9 Jul 2016
at 16:46
The Legends of the Past
A woman many would not suspect to be an elf, emerges from her tent. Among them all, and I say this with the knowledge that there's an undead around, she was probably the most likely person to cause apprehension onto others.

At first she was dismissed as a dilettante mages or reviled as gish, she soon proved to be notoriously dangerous and unlike anything seen before. A dark mien of awe-inspiring countenance that gave rise to charges of demonism or worse.

The outlandishly caparisoned traveler wears archaic and intricately inlaid armor festooned with charms and trinkets. She keeps her tattooed, pierced and painted face shrouded from view with a heavy hood and reeks of strong incense or some form of potent mystic liquor. A long, vicious-looking broad-bladed sword hangs across her back likewise hung with shells, crystals, bones, teeth and other fetishes. A palpable aura of dread emanates from her person as she fixes bold and intent eyes upon anyone brazen enough to stare.

However she had since proven to be useful and trustworthy, earning herself a place among the mercenaries.

This elven woman that simply went by the name Lynette (no last name?), was unsurprised to find the undead and the blood elf already up. Grabbing a piece of salted meat and setting it to cook by the fire, she approaches them and asks "Any news?". Short, clear and to the point. The novelty of interacting with weird people and things quickly wears off in a place like a mashed up merc unit.
Ylandria
 player character, 3 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 06:48
The Legends of the Past
"Please may i have some assistance?" Ylandria's tent was a wreck. From the looks of it, she had kicked both poles hard during the night and collapsed it on herself. The dryad was currently trying to shake herself loose, with little effect.
Lynette
 player character, 26 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 08:52
The Legends of the Past
"*sigh* Hang on..." shaking her head a little, Lynette walks over to the hopeless dryad. "Come on, up you go."
Baehean Nightreaver
 player character, 12 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 11:33
The Legends of the Past
Looking over at Lynette, Baehean smiles, a smile which would of one day been warm and friendly, though now it is much harder to read. His face is still unblemished, though much paler than when he was living and has a definite grey tinge, his eyes are now just glowing red orbs, quite unsettling to most. "All has been quiet this evening" he then turns back to his duties.
Lynette
 player character, 27 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 13:27
The Legends of the Past
"Then what's with the blaring horns?"
Basung Gold Fist
 player character, 6 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 13:33
The Legends of the Past
As per usualy Basung was up before the dawn made its apearance. Still shaken from his dreams/visions. He knew that he was not like most Ogres, he was smarter than most of his kin, wiser, and while he might not be the strongest among them. Even though he didn't use weapons or armour, he had yet to be defeated. More than once he had taken out several stronger foe's because they had mistaken him for a slow brute.

After finishing his morning excercises he stepped out of his tent, wrinkling his nose at the smell of undead and other unsavery magic styles. Spotting Lynette, he gave the woman a nod. She might be weird and out of place here, but she was part of the same mercenary group he was part of, so above others, she was to be protected when in trouble. Not that she needed much saving he chuckled.

As the melodious voice of the Dryad fluttered to his ears, he shook his head in dismay. "Not again" he muttered before moving towards her and grabbing handfuls of tent fabric and lifting them off the ground as others helped Ylandria out of her mess. Wondering why he was helping her out before even taking care of his own breakfast, were these new people already so important to him that he couldn't help but to be protective and helpfull of them?

"I thought that was our wake up call Lynette" He says showing the peak of his intelligent
Baehean Nightreaver
 player character, 14 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 13:37
The Legends of the Past

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DM
 GM, 87 posts
 The Prophet
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 15:14
The Legends of the Past
Clarifying response:
The horn is indeed just a wake-up call, something akin to a church bell.

This message was last updated by the GM at 15:16, Sun 10 July 2016.

DM
 GM, 88 posts
 The Prophet
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 16:49
The Legends of the Past
As the party converses, they are approached. It is one of the blood elves, one of the entourage that helps maintain the camp. Her once probably beautiful blue dress had become tattered. But, it was clean and that could be as good as you can wish for in these lands.

"Excuse me," her high-pitch, honeyed voice makes it above the camp activities and the crackling fire in the center of the circle, "I saw one of those sentinels deliver you a shipment of meat...! I-I'm very jealous, those steaks look looovely..." Her silver eyes settle on one of the parcels. She folds her hands behind her and pulls up her shoulders in a very brittle posture. Clearly she was begging.

She did not look famished yet, but everyone was hungry. Everyone was carefully rationed, Prince Kael'thas saw to that.

Something startles her, though, shattering her footing as she stumbles back; it is not even Baehean. A roar from the covered cage sounded and the thing shook. "Oh, heavens...!" She shrieks, looking like she was about to run away.

DEADLINE: 11th of July, 18:00 GMT+1

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:52, Sun 10 July 2016.

Vargh Bladefury
 player character, 3 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 18:31
The Legends of the Past
Vargh awoke to the clarion call of the morning horn.  Adjusting to this softer life style of the non-orcs was difficult, but he owed the Night Elves that much for saving him from the Shattered Isles.  As the others stirred, he took a moment to remember as much as he could about his dream...nightmare?  Both?  Things were happening, and the Prophet spoke about working together to defeat a greater foe...  Deciding he had slept enough, he began to don his armor, keeping his facing towards the entrance of his tent.  With that finished, Vargh began to break down his tent, though paying special attention to his weapons to ensure they were ready.

As he began to walk towards the campfire, he paused to listen to the Blood Elf, sniffing in disgust.  The roar that emerged from the cage caught his attention, but like any good slayer, he waited to see what would come of it.
Lynette
 player character, 29 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 19:05
The Legends of the Past
quote:
those steaks look looovely...

"Taste lovely too." said Lynette, then turned her back on her and resumed eating it. If the girl was starving she would've given her some, but she wasn't. Growing up as an unprivileged elf Lynette learned to get her meals when she could and be grateful for it. So it was going to take more than a pair of googly eyes to make her part with-

*ROAR*

Lynette reached for her weapon but she didn't get up yet, instead choosing to eye the cage with a wary eye for a couple of moments. The cage had yet to fail, but that didn't mean it couldn't. She was mildly interested as to what was in it, but not enough to go through the effort of uncovering it and getting into trouble. She was too busy for that stuff. After all, that damn grimoire wasn't going to write itself.

Satisfied it would hold, she removes her hand from the handle of her weapon and resumes eating the succulent meat. When she spotted Vargh she waived at him then patted the empty space next to her. She's been far more friendly towards him than the others.
Ylandria
 player character, 4 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 19:48
The Legends of the Past
Ylandria nodded at Basung and Lynette. "Thank you." She began fishing her weapons and armour out as best she could. She looked towards the youngish elf and Lynette. Then came the roar.

She looked towards the cage, and cocked her head to one side. She shook her head and began to gather her weapons more hurriedly, it was not a roar she knew.

20:47, Today: Ylandria rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  Knowledge nature
Basung Gold Fist
 player character, 7 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 19:52
The Legends of the Past
As the little elf commented on the steaks, Basung quckly took his share and stuffed it in his larg mouth, not even bothering with chewing before swallowing it whole. It was only after doing somthat he wondered if it was wrong off him. He grew up as a slave to the mercs he now freely worked for, and often he had to endure tongue lashings for his larger than usual need for substinance comapaired to most in their service. It was only since he had been freed, that he had allowed himself to eat enough to have his fill and sometimes he needed to remind himself he was worth it.

Look over at Lynette, hearing her comment, he relaxed,while she miht not be worlds leading expert on etiquete, he had learned tomtrust her judgment when it went to dealing with the frail races. The as a angry roar filled the air, Basung, nimbly jumped to his feet and Roared back at the cage, saliva dripping from his fangs, his whole body ready to fight
DM
 GM, 91 posts
 The Prophet
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 20:44
The Legends of the Past
In reply to Ylandria (msg # 15):

As quickly as it passed, you (Ylandria) think that this was a feline of size, but not much else. The blood elf beggar, ignored, seemed to relax somewhat when the roar stopped. Something big was walking in circles in it's small confines, though. Something with claws, momentarily subdued by the roar of the ogre.

"I'd be willing to pay for it," the blood elf said, having regained her frail composure. "Or trade it for something if that's your interest. How does 5 gold coins sound for a steak? Or maybe a good book on your travels? Binoculars?"
Baehean Nightreaver
 player character, 17 posts
Sun 10 Jul 2016
at 20:50
The Legends of the Past
Baehean makes his way over to the covered cage, unconsciously an evil grin comes across his face as he draws near. "That was the wake up horn." He knew not everyone knew what every horn meant, he wouldn't admit he knew them all, more than likely he knew no more than a handful of them, as they all sounded the same to him now.

Nearing the cage he is intrigued by what may be inside, it doesn't scare him at all, but does peak his interest. "So are we allowed to look, or this a surprise?"