Post by DM Dan/Bi'rel/Sheila on Aug 12, 2015 4:59:29 GMT
Looking in on the chamber of leadership, you would think that there was an all Orc Tavern brawl, where no one would relent. Chairs took flight like birds as other pieces of smaller flew through the chamber itself. As the chaos inside the small chamber ensued, to medium sized cloaked men stood just out of the chaos. The younger man took off his cloak whispered something drawing sigils upon the air and all of a sudden there was pure peace as it seemed as if time had froze. The young man looked up as the older man pulled back his cloak and said, "Master, what are they fighting over? Have they not just won a clear victory?" The older man smiled and placed his hand on his apprentices shoulder and smiled, as he walked into the chamber he looked into the first orcs eyes a smaller Orc relative to Orc sizes, wearing only a loin cloth and a neck piece of steel with a ring in the front and said, "Remok Olduga here was a slave from the harsh lands of Edeth. He does not trust any of the other races and believes this is a ruse to put the Orcish Nation at ease to be enslaved."
The old man walked over to another Orc in the middle of the chamber, strong and dressed in furs, "Ogelton Nightwalker, leader of the Orcish clans of Gravitol, found in the southern misty mountains. His clan has had contact with the races from Crystaldale and believes that this ability to free was a gift and that they should embrace it as such, as well as help them defend against the elven nation!" As the man was near the other side of the room, he stopped at a cloaked figure and bending slightly he said, "Interesting." Just then his apprentice caught up to his master and said, "Master? What is it?" The master turned to his apprentice and said, "This is Shema Gravindo, a half-elf from Mecrease. A small almost forgotten village of half-elves that are on the very border of the Elven Nation and the Wizard Nation. If he has already come to the Kraska Desert, this means that The Great Civil war is upon them. It is interesting because the One has not taken her place yet, and the timelines are off." He begins to look around, and then closes his eyes, he begins to chant and his hand raised. He opens his eyes and says, "The plan is off, something has disrupted the events that had enfolded yet," his face turned to fear as he looked behind him to see a beautiful sight, with a shield floating around her blond hair. Her Green and Blue eyes give her away as she looks upon the two men. Her rainbow armor of dragonscale burned bright through the chaos with her trusty war hammer upon her hands. "I am Cleric Shiela Blandersmith," she called out with authority and the old mans fears took over as a fire bolt dissipated upon the floating shield and she continued, "Holy Warrior of the great God Djundur, and it seems the Watchery has been busy breaking their oaths!" The young man asked his master with fear upon his voice, "I thought no one knew!" This statement made Shiela smile a bit, "Desecrators of the great Temple of Djundur, who's calling is finite. You have been judged oath breakers and sentenced to death!" Just then a mighty spiritual hammer came down on the young man and you could hear the crack of his neck as he fell into a pile of meat and bone on the ground. The old man castes frantically but a club to the back of his neck knocked him to the ground. As she looked around all the eyes in the Chamber were on her, she called her shield back and placed it on her back and sheathed the war hammer. As the two men were bound she said, "It is up to you, but I would gag them as well." One Orc came forward, that was Ogelton, "Cleric Blamdersmith, explain." Was all he said. Shiela came forward and stood tall which was the tradition for speaking in the Chamber of rule, looking the Orc in the eyes. She said, "These men are from a group called The Watchers, whose oaths were to stay hidden and record history. They used magic to freeze time in the chamber to analyze their doing." She turned to address the whole chamber, "The fault is mine for not being quicker!" She remembered the books on Orcish edict, taking responsibility and leaving the chamber to acknowledge her innocence or guilt, she continued looking Ogelton in the eyes again, "They have broken their oaths and tampered with the natural coarse of things, for what purpose I do not know." She stepped back, knelt on one knee, u sheathing her warhammer and offering it up with both hands, "I have finished my task, judge me as you see fit!"
As she stayed motionless, she heard the chamber saying "innocent" in Orcish, and is custom, Ogelton being the one addressing her placed his hand on the warhammer and said in common, "You are blameless, Cleric Blandersmith, arise pure in the chambers eyes." Shiela arose and once again sheathed her warhammer. The big Orc continued, "You have saved us," he pulled a medallion from his pouch and clipped it to her cloak, "You may travel free in our lands. We acknowledge you saved us." Shiela stood tall and took the orcs arm in hers as a grip and began to leave. "Wait!" Shema called out, "May we have you opinion..." Not waiting for him to finish, Shiela turned and held up a hand. All she said was, "Djundur commands we not interfere with the councils of rulers, I am flattered but have no opinion." Then she just turned and walked out of the chamber. As her hair disappeared like a sunset, Remok said, "I retract my previous statement. There is one human I now trust."
The old man walked over to another Orc in the middle of the chamber, strong and dressed in furs, "Ogelton Nightwalker, leader of the Orcish clans of Gravitol, found in the southern misty mountains. His clan has had contact with the races from Crystaldale and believes that this ability to free was a gift and that they should embrace it as such, as well as help them defend against the elven nation!" As the man was near the other side of the room, he stopped at a cloaked figure and bending slightly he said, "Interesting." Just then his apprentice caught up to his master and said, "Master? What is it?" The master turned to his apprentice and said, "This is Shema Gravindo, a half-elf from Mecrease. A small almost forgotten village of half-elves that are on the very border of the Elven Nation and the Wizard Nation. If he has already come to the Kraska Desert, this means that The Great Civil war is upon them. It is interesting because the One has not taken her place yet, and the timelines are off." He begins to look around, and then closes his eyes, he begins to chant and his hand raised. He opens his eyes and says, "The plan is off, something has disrupted the events that had enfolded yet," his face turned to fear as he looked behind him to see a beautiful sight, with a shield floating around her blond hair. Her Green and Blue eyes give her away as she looks upon the two men. Her rainbow armor of dragonscale burned bright through the chaos with her trusty war hammer upon her hands. "I am Cleric Shiela Blandersmith," she called out with authority and the old mans fears took over as a fire bolt dissipated upon the floating shield and she continued, "Holy Warrior of the great God Djundur, and it seems the Watchery has been busy breaking their oaths!" The young man asked his master with fear upon his voice, "I thought no one knew!" This statement made Shiela smile a bit, "Desecrators of the great Temple of Djundur, who's calling is finite. You have been judged oath breakers and sentenced to death!" Just then a mighty spiritual hammer came down on the young man and you could hear the crack of his neck as he fell into a pile of meat and bone on the ground. The old man castes frantically but a club to the back of his neck knocked him to the ground. As she looked around all the eyes in the Chamber were on her, she called her shield back and placed it on her back and sheathed the war hammer. As the two men were bound she said, "It is up to you, but I would gag them as well." One Orc came forward, that was Ogelton, "Cleric Blamdersmith, explain." Was all he said. Shiela came forward and stood tall which was the tradition for speaking in the Chamber of rule, looking the Orc in the eyes. She said, "These men are from a group called The Watchers, whose oaths were to stay hidden and record history. They used magic to freeze time in the chamber to analyze their doing." She turned to address the whole chamber, "The fault is mine for not being quicker!" She remembered the books on Orcish edict, taking responsibility and leaving the chamber to acknowledge her innocence or guilt, she continued looking Ogelton in the eyes again, "They have broken their oaths and tampered with the natural coarse of things, for what purpose I do not know." She stepped back, knelt on one knee, u sheathing her warhammer and offering it up with both hands, "I have finished my task, judge me as you see fit!"
As she stayed motionless, she heard the chamber saying "innocent" in Orcish, and is custom, Ogelton being the one addressing her placed his hand on the warhammer and said in common, "You are blameless, Cleric Blandersmith, arise pure in the chambers eyes." Shiela arose and once again sheathed her warhammer. The big Orc continued, "You have saved us," he pulled a medallion from his pouch and clipped it to her cloak, "You may travel free in our lands. We acknowledge you saved us." Shiela stood tall and took the orcs arm in hers as a grip and began to leave. "Wait!" Shema called out, "May we have you opinion..." Not waiting for him to finish, Shiela turned and held up a hand. All she said was, "Djundur commands we not interfere with the councils of rulers, I am flattered but have no opinion." Then she just turned and walked out of the chamber. As her hair disappeared like a sunset, Remok said, "I retract my previous statement. There is one human I now trust."