Post by DM Dan/Bi'rel/Sheila on Jan 31, 2016 20:24:05 GMT
"What the fuck just happened." The smoke aloud himself to say as he reached the valley from the almost 300 foot drop from the towers pinnacle. He suppressed the upcoming vomit as realized he just landed in a field of "sacrifices" ten years in the making. A vast field of mangled bodies and corpses laid strewn throughout the valley, and the shock almost took him over. Through shear will he gathered his wits, but would they think that he had fallen to his doom, or come after him? He decided not to wait and see. Quickly gathering pieces from different bodies, he quickly assembled a rag tag outfit. Pulling the mask from his face, should be enough to get through water those crazy knights throw his way. Instantly the unthinkable image appeared before him, Sheyla's body, which now laid ion pieces shattered and broken before the rocks and bones from the canyon floor. He just moments before saw Zanna cut down unceremoniously and wondered if Shiela was dead. His whole life not on the run, things coming into a place in his life where he would be accepted, shattered at the lose of everyone he had fought along side. There would be time for mourning later, his normal instincts kicked Ina she looked for anything of worth on Sheyla's body. He took her cloak, coin purse and a few other trinkets, allowing himself mere seconds to say goodbye, he began traveling to the north, through very hot and unforgiving terrain. Beaten and bruised from the fight, the canyon was slow going. The Sun rose, and in the morning light the heat became unbearable. He needed to stop, but this would mean certain death. He pushed through but sleep overcame him. A few hours later he was startled awake by the call of a giant manticore overhead, a sound he found was oddly soothing at this point. Feeling a bit better, he cut open a small cactus and gathered as much nourishment as he could muster.
He travelled for about 8 hours when he came to the path in the north leading out of the valley, it was a hard climb and took hours, but it seemed relief was in sight. As he came up the ridge he came face to face with two Windglade Knights and their Indigo Faerie Dragon steeds. As soon as he was in sight, one of them said, "You good sir, will come with us. Without thinking, he applied his mask again, and the suit became alive, Adrenaline began to coarse through his veins, giving him a boost he would need, pal mind his daggers he realized he only had one chance, and running was not the answer. If he could not defeat them, then death in battle was preferable then becoming a ritual sacrifice. He crouched ever so slightly but enough to put the power he would need in his attack. The sigil in his palm became warm, as a green hew glowed in it, he found a source of power and burst forth, as he spun and landed three hits on the knight on the right, he fell to the ground bleeding from a lucky strike to the throat, and The Smoke was getting ready to make his next strike from the Indigo Dragon of the dead knight when the other took slight. Smoke would never willingly just kill a innocent creature but had little choice, as the dragon brought back ready to take flight, Smoke jumped from his perch and driving the daggers into a spot at the base of the skull, he felt a wave of regret wash through him as the blood and screams poured forth from this majestic creature. The knight fell but rolled and came up on his feet daggers drawn as The Smoke disengaged from the dead dragon and pushing off from him. As he came to the ground, The Smoke crouched and readied to spring onto the knight whom he had made him kill this wonderful creature. At the moment of his attack, and Ogre ran through knocking both combatants to the ground. As the Ogre reared and grabbed onto the knight, The Smoke ever the tactician, saw his opportunity to escape as the Ogre did whatever ogrey things he was going to do to that knight. He bolted into the forest and ran hard for a few more seconds, and then it just all stopped and turned black, the adrenaline had been used up and the body was willing. In desperation he attempted to call forth his black dragon friend, but before he could say the words, the world faded from existence.
The smoke awoke hours later in a bustling town, and it was unfamiliar to him. He realized that the noise was outside as he jumped up, ready to strike, the realization of the situation hit him. Naked, he had just jumped to his feet in a bedroom, thank god he was alone, and realized it was the loud talking outside his door which brought him out of his slumber bout the very real pain brought him back to sit on the edge of the bed. He saw the note which only had a circle with a point in it on the front of its face. He picked up the note and opened it, it read:
Smoke,
Your armor is in the closet and cleaned, daggers in the top drawer near some clothes. When you awake, take the key to your room, though you will not need it anymore, wear your armor if you feel you must but wear the ring, come out and tell the first person you see that, 'I have been called to the East'. Show them the ring and they will know what to do. See you soon brother.
- The Master
A little unsure of the situation but trusting The Master, he put his armor on but left the hooded mask off, he was amazed at the nicety of the clothes. He placed the ring on his hand and walked out the door locking it behind him. As he turned he was face to face with a man who was dressed like a noble knight with the symbol of a golden warhammer upon his chest. Quickly thinking he raised his hand to show the ring, which was much more painful then he thought it would be saying, "I have been called to the East." The knight smiled raised his hand up so their rings were across and said, "Then we shall set in the West." And blinding light strew forth as the rings touched.
As his eyes adjusted, the knight had both hands on The Smokes shoulders to steady him saying, "It is always unsettling on the first time." As he released his shoulders, The Smoke realized he was now in a dimly lit cave, and a familiar male voice came from behind him saying, "I thought you would sleep longer." Turning l, The Smoke saw people of all races and manner moving by, A very imposing large Half-Orc woman with a bow standing there, until instinct made him look down to see his friend and brother, The Master standing there. "Where am I?" The Smoke asked still looking around trying to gather his bearings. With that crazy grin like everything in the world was right Umbra simply said, "This is my home." He said nodding toward the Half-Orc he said, "I've got this, can you see to the affairs of today?" She nodded and said, "Yes Master." And walked off.
The Master turned to The Smoke and said, "Follow me if you would." And started walking toward the door at the end of the hall, he opened the door and motioned for the smoke to enter. When both were in the room, the Master closed the door and said, "Smoke, what do you remember?" The Smoke told The Master of the story of the events happening up to the part when he blacked out. "And that's all I remember." He ended it. The Master motioned to a chair and then took a seat across from him. "I heard a calling," the Master said, "like thousands of voices speaking in unison, screaming that you needed me. I concentrated on you, holding the image in my head, I'm guessing it was a forest in Enin where I was brought to you, broken and bleeding and I believe only your will was keeping you together. I pulled your mask off and brought you here to Tirianda. The clerics of the Unknown brought you back from the brink of death. You will have a room in the Unknown City safe for a time, as much as you need." The Smoke started to look like he was remembering the Drazah Kazad itself and he said, "I need to...gather myself. This might take awhile." The Master said, "Take all the time you need, in the city, no one will ask any questions, and you'll be left to do what you need. Gather yourself there and get yourself back together, no matter how long it takes. No need to lock doors there, unless you feel better about it, it has everything you need." The Master stood up and opened the door motioning to his Half-Orc Lieutenant and said, "Last piece of advice, in the city you don't need to armor, and keep the ring on. You are NOT in Enin right now, don't chance anyone finding out who you are." Just then the Hal-Orc put her hand on The Smokes shoulders and in an instant he was right back where he was in the Unknown City. The Half-Orc said, "We are here for you." and disappeared. Looking around, The Smoke decided to get acclimated to his new home, at least home for awhile.
He travelled for about 8 hours when he came to the path in the north leading out of the valley, it was a hard climb and took hours, but it seemed relief was in sight. As he came up the ridge he came face to face with two Windglade Knights and their Indigo Faerie Dragon steeds. As soon as he was in sight, one of them said, "You good sir, will come with us. Without thinking, he applied his mask again, and the suit became alive, Adrenaline began to coarse through his veins, giving him a boost he would need, pal mind his daggers he realized he only had one chance, and running was not the answer. If he could not defeat them, then death in battle was preferable then becoming a ritual sacrifice. He crouched ever so slightly but enough to put the power he would need in his attack. The sigil in his palm became warm, as a green hew glowed in it, he found a source of power and burst forth, as he spun and landed three hits on the knight on the right, he fell to the ground bleeding from a lucky strike to the throat, and The Smoke was getting ready to make his next strike from the Indigo Dragon of the dead knight when the other took slight. Smoke would never willingly just kill a innocent creature but had little choice, as the dragon brought back ready to take flight, Smoke jumped from his perch and driving the daggers into a spot at the base of the skull, he felt a wave of regret wash through him as the blood and screams poured forth from this majestic creature. The knight fell but rolled and came up on his feet daggers drawn as The Smoke disengaged from the dead dragon and pushing off from him. As he came to the ground, The Smoke crouched and readied to spring onto the knight whom he had made him kill this wonderful creature. At the moment of his attack, and Ogre ran through knocking both combatants to the ground. As the Ogre reared and grabbed onto the knight, The Smoke ever the tactician, saw his opportunity to escape as the Ogre did whatever ogrey things he was going to do to that knight. He bolted into the forest and ran hard for a few more seconds, and then it just all stopped and turned black, the adrenaline had been used up and the body was willing. In desperation he attempted to call forth his black dragon friend, but before he could say the words, the world faded from existence.
The smoke awoke hours later in a bustling town, and it was unfamiliar to him. He realized that the noise was outside as he jumped up, ready to strike, the realization of the situation hit him. Naked, he had just jumped to his feet in a bedroom, thank god he was alone, and realized it was the loud talking outside his door which brought him out of his slumber bout the very real pain brought him back to sit on the edge of the bed. He saw the note which only had a circle with a point in it on the front of its face. He picked up the note and opened it, it read:
Smoke,
Your armor is in the closet and cleaned, daggers in the top drawer near some clothes. When you awake, take the key to your room, though you will not need it anymore, wear your armor if you feel you must but wear the ring, come out and tell the first person you see that, 'I have been called to the East'. Show them the ring and they will know what to do. See you soon brother.
- The Master
A little unsure of the situation but trusting The Master, he put his armor on but left the hooded mask off, he was amazed at the nicety of the clothes. He placed the ring on his hand and walked out the door locking it behind him. As he turned he was face to face with a man who was dressed like a noble knight with the symbol of a golden warhammer upon his chest. Quickly thinking he raised his hand to show the ring, which was much more painful then he thought it would be saying, "I have been called to the East." The knight smiled raised his hand up so their rings were across and said, "Then we shall set in the West." And blinding light strew forth as the rings touched.
As his eyes adjusted, the knight had both hands on The Smokes shoulders to steady him saying, "It is always unsettling on the first time." As he released his shoulders, The Smoke realized he was now in a dimly lit cave, and a familiar male voice came from behind him saying, "I thought you would sleep longer." Turning l, The Smoke saw people of all races and manner moving by, A very imposing large Half-Orc woman with a bow standing there, until instinct made him look down to see his friend and brother, The Master standing there. "Where am I?" The Smoke asked still looking around trying to gather his bearings. With that crazy grin like everything in the world was right Umbra simply said, "This is my home." He said nodding toward the Half-Orc he said, "I've got this, can you see to the affairs of today?" She nodded and said, "Yes Master." And walked off.
The Master turned to The Smoke and said, "Follow me if you would." And started walking toward the door at the end of the hall, he opened the door and motioned for the smoke to enter. When both were in the room, the Master closed the door and said, "Smoke, what do you remember?" The Smoke told The Master of the story of the events happening up to the part when he blacked out. "And that's all I remember." He ended it. The Master motioned to a chair and then took a seat across from him. "I heard a calling," the Master said, "like thousands of voices speaking in unison, screaming that you needed me. I concentrated on you, holding the image in my head, I'm guessing it was a forest in Enin where I was brought to you, broken and bleeding and I believe only your will was keeping you together. I pulled your mask off and brought you here to Tirianda. The clerics of the Unknown brought you back from the brink of death. You will have a room in the Unknown City safe for a time, as much as you need." The Smoke started to look like he was remembering the Drazah Kazad itself and he said, "I need to...gather myself. This might take awhile." The Master said, "Take all the time you need, in the city, no one will ask any questions, and you'll be left to do what you need. Gather yourself there and get yourself back together, no matter how long it takes. No need to lock doors there, unless you feel better about it, it has everything you need." The Master stood up and opened the door motioning to his Half-Orc Lieutenant and said, "Last piece of advice, in the city you don't need to armor, and keep the ring on. You are NOT in Enin right now, don't chance anyone finding out who you are." Just then the Hal-Orc put her hand on The Smokes shoulders and in an instant he was right back where he was in the Unknown City. The Half-Orc said, "We are here for you." and disappeared. Looking around, The Smoke decided to get acclimated to his new home, at least home for awhile.