Village of Briss
Village of Briss
1/21/998rw (rending
war)(29 day lunar cycle)
Leaving late in the morning you ride
for about an hour before you see signs of smoke, like that from
a chimney.
Upon seeing the smoke (no doubt brought to his attention
by the party's
Marta
listens in awe at the ease in which Cronar takes command, no doubt
in her mind that he is fit for that duty. Her dismount isn't quite
as graceful as her mount as she loses her footing in the snow
and falls hard on her behind. With a good hearty laugh, she stands
up and brushes
Siobhan
gives her assent, and comes to a halt, hefting her longbow...
Nodding to Cronar suggestion, Talanos
also takes up his long bow and says to Siobhan, "Why
don't we ride part way then walk the rest? That will keep the
horses close by, but will still give us the opportunity to stay
out of sight, which would be nearly impossible on horseback."
If that is agreeable to her, he will lead the way through the
snow toward the column of smoke, otherwise he will dismount and
do the same on foot.
Using the map as a guide Talanos
and the rest of the party had been following a shallow creek bed
that terminated at Crendon's moat. At Cronar's directive
Talanos
and Siobhan
ride on in the direction of the smoke. Crossing the creek you
come into a small clearing, seeing the wisps of smoke come from
just behind a slight rise you dismount into hip deep powder.
As you clear the rise you see a small cottage with a single chimney
belching dark smoke from it's opening. In the trees around the
cottage you see various types of soul catchers and a trail of
cleared snow that wanders around towards the creek. Watching for
a few moments you notice no activity. What do you want to do?
While setting out of the trek Horst
shows no concern at all about the order, quite happily moving
to one side to allow other to pass before slipping back in just
ahead of Cronar. Grinning at the big man Horst says "I feel
sorry for anyone who makes the mistake of trying to jump this
party from behind."
As Talanos and Siobhan head off on
their scouting expedition. Lester
climbs down off of his mount. "Ah, it's a relief getting
off of monster. I'm famished!"… With visions of stretching
his legs and nibbling on a roll Lester jumps from his saddle.
Unfortunately he misjudged the depth of the snow and sinks up
to his nose in powder. "Ack, thpt, pbphht!" says Lester
as he manages to catch a hold of the special thongs on his horse's
tack and pull himself back onto the steed.. The horse whinnies
in a suprisingly laughing-like manner. "Oh is that the way
it is going to be?!" Lester asks the horse as he brushes
snow off of himself, "We'll see if you get any more of my
sugar!" "Aye Horst, we should think defensively
but we do not want to stray too far and lose Master Talanos
and Mistress Siobhan."
Looking at the building, Talanos
quietly says, "Let's get a little closer. I'd like a better
look, if I can." He then begins making his way toward the
building, trying to stay near some form of cover if possible.
As you plow your way closer you see
the cottage is in pristine condition. The side facing you has
a solid looking door with various symbols inscribed on it's exterior
face. A window can be seen on two sides. Both shuttered from the
outside. A few flurries start to fall around you. No sound can
be heard except the occasional twitter of a bird.
Siobhan
drops behind a bush, rock, or other like object, and unlimbers
her longbow, nocking an arrow to provide coverage if need be...
Talanos
also drops down behind the cover that Siobhan found. He
peers at the cottage and asks, "What do you think? I could
go up and knock on the door while you cover me from here. Though,
if someone were to answer the door, I'd be in the way of any arrows
you might fire if they turn out to be hostile. I'd have to hope
I could hold out till you're able to reach me."
"I dunno," Siobhan
says quietly. "This whole scene looks pretty ordinary to
me. A cottage, with a fire in the fireplace, this time of year?
That's our basis for barging in? I think we're asking for a
Talanos
listens to Siobhan, nodding occasionally. When she finishes he
says, "I wasn't planning on knocking at the door with weapons
drawn, but I see your point. Tell you what...I'll do as you say
and scout the perimeter and stay away from the house for the time
being. But I will not go unarmed. I'll leave the bow and quiver
here with you, but my swords I take. As long as I stay well back
and don't threaten them, anyone living here shouldn't attack right
away if they see that I don't have a ranged weapon." He
then lays his bow down and sets the quiver full of arrows next
to it. He then says, "Keep an eye on them, please? Keep an
arrow nocked and shoot straight!" Turning toward the cabin,
he begins to make his way around it, staying roughly 35-40 yards
out and attempting to stay out of sight in any cover that he might
be able to find.
Plodding carefully around the cottage,
Talanos finds nothing of interest. Each side of the cottage
has a window and each side is shuttered from the outside.
Siobhan
continues to keep a vigilant eye on Talanos and the cabin and
surroundings, alert for signs of danger, with an arrow nocked...
Talanos
makes his way completely around the cabin and returns to Siobhan.
He tells her that he saw nothing to raise suspicion, and suggests,
"How about this? One of us goes and stands in the path in
the snow and calls out to whoever is in the cabin. The other
person stays here and covers with their bow."
Horst
slips from his mounts back with ease and rubbing it's nose replies..."Indeed
we should not stray too far from our current position lest you
disappear completely under the snow."
Siobhan
grins. "No, it is not *your* intentions I worry about. It
is that whoever is in there might mistake you for someone whose
intentions *should* be worried about. And it is the fact that
people who live so far out here often take their solitude very
seriously, and do not wish it to be infringed upon, even by those
with noble intentions--such as us. Indeed, some who choose the
solitary life do so because they are not quite right in the head
and wish to be left alone--period. "I was raised by people
who, while fully in possession of their faculties, had an abiding
love of solitude and who took very unkindly to anyone coming onto
their land--hostile or even friendly. It is a different way of
life, out here...it is out of respect for that way of life, and
concern for you, that I have given you the counsel I have. Rest
assured my intent was not to offend, nor to imply you might wish
to harm the innocent. If you wish to explore further here, if
some instinct you have tells your heart there is more here than
meets the eye, then do as you feel you need to; I shall say no
more." Siobhan gives him a heartfelt, apologetic smile...
His gaze softening, Talanos
says, "And I apologize to you for snapping at you that way.
I am like these people in that I would rather spend time with
myself more often than with others. People tend not to show the
natural world the respect it deserves, and only wish to conquer
it. So, in that regard, I understand why people would live away
from everything like this." As he turns, he pauses and looks
again at the cottage and the soul catchers hanging in the trees
around it. He stoops to pick up his bow and says, "Do you
find it odd that a person that is afraid of the night and of
the spirit world would live out here, far from other people? Could
there be a holy person living here?"
Quite suddenly the door to the cottage
opens with a loud creaking noise, framed in the doorway you see
an old lady wearing bright colored clothes bent over slightly
she has a stick of wood dangling from one hand pointed down at
the ground for the moment. Speaking in Porithian Common, "Who
are ye and what do ye want?" She says this in a wheezy breathless
whisper that you can just make out.
Cronar
"I agree that waiting in the open in a known
hostile area is dangerous, but in this instance, we mustn't go
far so that we may immediately respond to our compatriots' warning,
should it be forthcoming. If you see such a defensible place nearby,
I would gladly consider such a move...otherwise I suspect we run
more risk straying from our path than would outweigh the
As the snow continues to fall Lester
looks around at the ever increasing drifts. "Cronar,
perhaps it would be wise if you, Horst and Marta
stamp down some of the snow so that Gillian and I will
be able to dismount without being buried. It will also allow you
to maneuver more easily should trouble arrive."
Talanos
turns to the woman, surprised at her sudden appearance. Laying
his bow down, he bows at the waist while saying, "Greetings,
Old Mother! My companions and I were passing by and noticed
the smoke, so we decided to investigate." Gesturing to Siobhan
he continues, "We had just decided that there were no problems
here and were going to leave when you came out. Are you in any
need of assistance?"
The woman eyes Talanos suspiciously,
"I have no fear in the Dales. You, you are the one
who needs to fear, fear the wrath of Crendon if you mean
trouble. I am just fine if that's what you came to find."
She gives him a long stare, "Care to come in out of the cold.
I have a warm broth in the kettle," she beckons with one
hand waving him in.
Siobhan
puts away her bow at the sight of the woman, and walks down to
Talanos, curtsying to the old woman. "I am Siobhan,"
she says. "Pleased to meet you."
Little information is garnered except
that a small hamlet called Briss lays to the south a couple of
leagues
Feeling slightly mischievous, Marta
looks with an impish smile at Lester. "Lester, I'd be glad
to help you with that!" Standing right next to monster's
head, you are surprised to see her flop back into the snow. With
a giggle, "Well, I see that worked well, give me just a minute
more and you'll have someplace to stand." She continues to
do the same, laughing all the while. When an ample space for Lester
has been cleared, she brushes the snow off of her.
Horst
grins at Marta's actions but restrains himself from joining in.
Once Marta has finished diving about he removes a blanket from
his backpack and uses it to cover his horse, protecting it from
the snow for a while. With a resigned sigh he fishes out a little
dried meat and begins chewing on it while waiting for the return
of the scouts.....
Siobhan and
Talanos
return to the party and you continue riding for three more hours.
As you approach the hamlet of Briss
you must decide what to do. It is roughly mid afternoon.
Realizing that flopping about in the snow was likely
to only get her wet and cold, Marta
pulls her own blanket out and wraps it around herself. Seeing
Horst grinning at her activities, "Well, it was fun! We all
need to have some fun every now and then don't we? Now seemed
as good a time as any. I just love the snow!"
When Talanos and Siobhan return, Lester
asks them, "So what did you find. Any
Smiling at the gnomes preoccupation with food, Talanos
says, "The source of the smoke was a cabin in a clearing.
There was an old woman living there and she told us a little of
the lands hereabouts. She told us that we are on the edge of the
Dales, those lands held by Crendon. And that beyond the Dales,
it is possible to encounter any sort of evil. She also mentioned
a village called Briss, but she either didn't know or wouldn't
tell us about the hamlet." Smiling even broader, he adds,
"She did offer some broth, but when I asked if she would
mind serving everyone, she pretty much slammed the door in our
faces. I expect that she wasn't too used to dealing with visitors."
Looking at the sky, Talanos
says, "The woman back there also told us that she thought
that the snow would continue falling, but it probably wouldn't
get worse. I say we stop for something to eat, but before we decide
to stay, we re-evaluate after lunch and decide then if we stay
the night."
Having kept himself bundled up on his shaggy pony,
Gillian
pokes the rest of his head out from inside his hood (previously
all that could be seen of him was the tip of his nose). "Arrchew"!
He lets go a rather loud sneeze given his small size. "Berhaps
be can top ere por te nite" he asks the others hopefully.
"I teem to ave gought a gold."
Marta
shivers slightly, "I vote for a hot meal and a warm fire.
Who
"Thank tooooooooo" Gillian
sneezes.
As you ride the fog gradually lifts
and you see the remnants of buildings, a stone step here, a partially
collapsed wall over there and piles of rubble strewn throughout
the wooded area.
You see a small boy playing amongst
the ruins, when he spots you he turns and runs off. Farther ahead
you see where the area has been cleared and trees cut. Finally,
still within the ruins of the old city you find a cluster of cottages
and amongst them in the center of the hamlet a large building
stands, ancient marble columns tower 25 feet from a raised foundation
of solid stone, counting columns you find 20 to a side. Large
solid double doors seal the enclosure from view. You see several
of the hamlet's inhabitants stop in the middle of their chores
and gawk at your passage, some smile and wave, others merely nod
and continue working glancing over shoulders to wonder on the
strange group of riders. One man wielding a large hammer exits
what you figure must be the forge master's shed. Approaching the
group he calls out a welcome, wearing only a shirt and trousers,
steam rising from bunched muscle he is a powerful looking human
male, two span or so in height and nearly half as wide. "Welcome
friends, welcome to Briss", extending a soot covered
hand the man thinks to wipe it on his blackened shirt, "You
may call me Ferg".
Cronar
looks upon the fallen Marta as she plays in the snow. A
look of
Riding with his reins in his right hand and his bow
in his right, with an arrow nocked
Upon reaching the hamlet of Briss Lester
rubs his stomach and looks wistfully at the small town, "I
for one could go for a nice warm meal and staying in an inn tonight
would be preferable to a night out in the elements. I imagine
we'll have enough cold nights before this is all over. What say
you we stop for a bite to eat? There are only a few more hours
of daylight left."
Concerning the horses, Talanos
sort of shrugs and says, "Animal husbandry isn't my specialty
either, but I'll get that taken care of. But, may I ask why we
do it? I mean, if it is to warm them up I can see why, but if
it is to protect their legs from getting cut, that should only
be a concern after a thaw is followed by a hard freeze. As it
is, the snow is powdery enough that there shouldn't be a problem
that I can see." As the group enters the village, and Cronar
voices his last instructions, Talanos acknowledges by
turning his head and giving a silent nod, then goes back to watching
his surroundings.
"Your council well taken, all. Gillian's
well-being is important, that is true. Perhaps a warm liquid and
a fire will take the chill away." Cronar scans the
town as they make their way. He waves and casts a long look in
their direction. Cronar
moves his horse in the direction of the blacksmith and stops short
about ten feet. Dismounting, he looks carefully at the man as
if to discern something not readily apparent. He steps forward
and extends his arm and takes Ferg's hand. "I am Cronar.
We are traveling through and thought it wise to stop for a hot
meal and warm our bones. Would you direct us to such a place?"
As the group continues on their way, Marta
ponders Cronar's reaction. He had been a bit upset at
first, but then for just the briefest moment there was something
else. Did I see the little boy inside him that wanted to romp
in the snow also? I should have gone with my gut and
Horst
will wait and see what kind of greeting we get before getting
any nosier. He will give the temple a closer inspection should
he get the chance though - just keeping an eye on any opposition
"Gillian
shall be fine, I'm sure. We will not put anyone's life in danger
without just cause."
"Cronar
looks at the miserable Gillian, "You'll be sipping
hot soup, soon...I suspect. That should help. Understand that
Odin has been through much more than this for our sakes.
This is our opportunity to honor Him and repay his bounteous favor."
"Ah good Ferg, well met and thank you
for the welcome!" Lester
smiles at the large man. "Perhaps you can tell us where to
find an inn where we can shelter from the weather and have a bite
or two to eat...? I'm sure a fine town such as this must have
such an establishment. By the way what is that structure over
there?" As Lester asks he points towards the large structure
framed with columns.
Ferg frowns and ignores the comments
made by the demi-humans. To Cronar he speaks, "We are but
a simple hamlet of no real size to support an Inn. I can offer
you the use of the Blin house which is currently unoccupied. It
has a room in back that is unusable but the rest is functional.
I will fetch my son to start a fire and warm the place up."
Yelling over his shoulder, "Hiak, run start a fire in the
Blin house, we have guests." Turning back to Cronar, "You
may follow Hiak, he will take you to the house, good day to you,
sir." He starts to go then pauses before continuing, "The
Temple is closed and no one may enter within, trust me on this."
Turning on his heel he strides back to the heat of his forge.
The boy runs out the door and down the path that leads you to
a moderately sized house that looks presentable from the outside.
Once inside you find a large room with one large table and a dozen
chairs scattered about it. Two doors, one on each side of the
rear wall lead to smaller rooms. The one on the left is stuck
shut as you would guess snow has piled up on the other side. The
other door opens into a bedroom that has two bunk beds on opposite
sides from each other.
"I wonder what wiped this place out," Siobhan
asks, to no one in particular... After they are shown the house,
Siobhan assists as needed with moving provisions into the house,
securing the horses, and so forth. After the house has been set
up, Siobhan will take a look around the
Talanos
takes up a position near the door and watches out the front door
(or window) with his bow leaning against the wall nearby. After
a while he asks, "Anyone care to come with me into the village?
I'm going to go and see about leathers or blankets for the horses."
He thinks for a moment and asks, "Do you think I should see
Ferg about them? And is there anything else that anyone
might need?"
After Ferg ignores Lester's
salutation and leaves, Lester shoots a look at his departing back
that can only be described as devilishly malicious. He is silent
as they go into the house, his mind obviously pre-occupied. "I
will accompany you Talanos. I would like to see more of
the town and you may need someone to barter for you if you wish
to purchase something. I would like to see Ferg again also.
Such a kind fellow. Perhaps I will take a closer look at the marvelous
architecture of that temple also."
Upon entering the house, Marta
takes up caring for Gillian. Throwing some birch bark into
some water, she heats up some hot tea for him and hands it to
him. "Here, drink this, it should warm you up some."
Taking the opportunity of the hot fire for herself as well, she
unwraps
Talanos
waits for a while longer, eating some of the rations that he has
stowed in his pack. Washing it down with some water from one of
his water skins, he beckons to Lester, saying, "Well,
it's best done soon, if we plan on leaving today. Or even in the
morning. If you're ready, Lester, let us be off."
Turning to the others, he says, "If Sir Ferg needs
to fit the leathers or blankets to the individual horse, I'll
return, but will probably need another hand in getting the horses
all back there." Once Lester is ready, Talanos
leaves the building, leaving his bow near the door, but still
carrying his two short swords.
"Tank you berry buch." Gillian
is obviously very grateful for the care he is receiving from his
companion. He is already beginning to feel much better.
Cronar
thanks Ferg and follows Hiak to the Blin house, as directed.
Once there he hears everyone making plans to do their own thing.
"Remember, travel in pairs. Although Ferg seems hospitable,
we know nothing of these people or the 'mystery' of the abandoned
Temple." Cronar looks around and stops at Siobhan, "Please,
be very careful in your reconnaissance. There may
Marta
and Gillian remain at the Blin dwelling while Cronar
and Horst go to Ferg's Forge.
Talanos, Lester and
Siobhan leave together to wander around the hamlet.
Cronar
and Horst arrive at Ferg's forge. Ferg stands over his
anvil a huge mallet in his hand, a huge sword stands fast in the
flames glowing a dark red. Looking up in surprise the blacksmith
inquires, "Yes, I take it the Blin house will serve your
purposes? Is there anything else you want?"
Horst
stands slightly behind Cronar as they arrive at Forge and
allows him to
After wandering the little hamlet for
a short while Talanos, Lester and Siobhan
realize it consists of only a dozen or so occupied buildings.
You meet several citizens who all greet you cordially as they
go about their business. As you circle the Temple you see no
other clues as to its design or relevance. (Tell me if you wish
to approach the door). Siobhan leaves intending to hunt the nearby
wood.
Siobhan
has fantastic luck and drops a large buck in a small clearing
about 200 yards from the Blin dwelling. The beast is heavy and
you may elicit help to bring it back in the deep snow.
Siobhan
walks part way back to the dwelling, and shouts for Talanos
"Of course you are welcome, little one. I just
hate to see you feeling so poorly. Stay close to the fire ok?"
Marta
continues to piece her tunic back together. A log on the fire
falls, startling her, "Ouch!" Quickly her finger flies
to her mouth, as she sucks the droplet of blood from her fingertip.
Putting her sewing down for a moment, she gets up and takes a
peek out the front door to make sure all is quiet. Every 5 minutes
or so, Marta puts down her needlework to take a peek out
the door.
Gillian
will call his 'unseen servant' to put the log back into the fire.
He will grab a small burning brand (by the cool end) from the
fire and attempt to calm Marta using his 'hypnotic pattern'
spell. She is too nervous. If he is successful then he will keep
watch while she 'rests'.
Thinking about Ferg's refusal to acknowledge
him and his admonition to stay out of the temple had Lester's
active mind in a flurry. The forbidden temple now had too much
appeal for his curious mind. "Talanos, keep an eye
out for anyone. I've got to know what this temple is all about.
That Ferg needs to learn how to deal with a gnome!"
Lester looks around to be sure there are no observers.
Carefully he begins to climb the steps leading up to the temple
door. He steps carefully and watches for any pressure plates or
magical insignia that would signify a trap or alarm of some sort.
Gillian
and
Marta
hear a knock at the door. Moving
to answer Marta calls out and a man's voice answers back.
A voice you don't recognize. The voice says, "I am a friend
of the forest. Please, I must speak with you." The tone
of his voice or the manner in which he spoke convinces Marta that
the strange man should be heard. Opening the door you see before
you a woodsmen, cloaked in heavy hides opened in front revealing
a light vest underneath. Black hair and a finely trimmed beard
frame fierce piercing blue eyes that shine with understanding
and intelligence. Tearing your eyes away from those eyes you see
he holds a rather remarkable looking staff made of a light colored
redwood, at the extended tip rests a barrel looking cap of a
dark red metal with inscriptions and runes etched into it's surface.
Entering the cottage the man slaps his chest in salute to you
and states simply, "I am named Jourgen of the Silver
wood, protector and admonisher. I come to you with a message."
He produces a tube of finely crafted wood. At one end a cap comes
off, a velum glowing of it's own source flutters into his hand.
"In the name of FJALAR I bid warn you of the task at hand…",
Jourgen
glances up at both of you then continues, "A flagon full
is needed, brave shalt the heart lie full upon the stone of everlasting
light and from hence will fly thine eyes of ye Lord and Master,
King of the Gods!" Upon the last words the velum burst into
flame and dissipate into dust.
Cronar
smiles as he enters the shop. "We wanted to come by and offer
our thanks for your graciousness. It is not every day nor is it
everyone that would be as hospitable. What can we do to help you?"
Cronar motions to Horst, "This is Horst, a fine cleric
and powerful man. We shall be happy to assist you in whatever
you need."
Talanos
watches as Lester approaches the door and he quietly says, "I'll
stand guard. You be careful. If someone comes over and makes to
enter the temple, I don't know what I can say to stall them. Just
make sure that no matter what, you don't stray too far from some
sort of hiding place in the event someone comes in there."
Hearing Siobhan's call, he looks at Lester hopefully. He will
go and help her if Lester decides not to go into the temple, and
will stay on guard if he does go in.
Lester
is shaken from his study of the door by Siobhan's call. Slightly
shaken he scurries down the steps to Talanos. "Interesting,
very interesting," says Lester "it would appear as though
our friends here in Briss have something nasty locked up in there.
I'd love to know what it is. Perhaps we should interview our friend
Ferg again. Let's go see what Siobhan needs and get back to the
others to discuss this."
Siobhan
walks back to the dwelling, and shanghais whoever is there into
helping her drag the prize back...
"The house is fine, thank you. We thought perhaps
in return we could be of some service or at least pay you for
your trouble." Cronar
looks at the sword being created, "I admire your ability
to create such things. I often wish I possessed such skill."
Talanos
visibly relaxes when Lester leaves the doorway and comes
back down the
Trying to clear his way through the nose deep snow
Lester
mumbles "Where is Cronar when you need some lifting
done. Hmmph! Bottomless pit indeed. You won't be complaining when
you taste some of my venison stew! And yes I think it would be
best if we gathered everyone immediately. I don't know what they've
got locked up in that temple but I'd dearly like to know what
it is and who trapped it!"
Marta
is drawn to the stranger with the piercing blue eyes. She listens
intently to what he has to say, repeating it several times to
herself. "Jourgen, I'm Marta, would you excuse me
for just a moment? Gillian, would you keep him entertained
for a minute please?" Digging quickly
To Cronar
and Horst
Ferg smiles, "I'll take
all the smithy business you offer sir knight. Other than that
I can think of no other needs I have in which you could satisfy."
With another mighty swing the smith brings his hammer down upon
the sword in a shower of sparks.
Talanos,
Siobhan
and Lester
all arrive back at the cottage
with a large buck. They find that Marta and Gillian
are entertaining a new guest. With an exaggerated bow the woodsman
introduces himself, "Jourgen of the Silver wood, protector
and admonisher, at your service." Returning his gaze upon
Marta he continues, "This lovely young lady has proposed
dinner upon me and I am obliged to comply." The Woodsman
is cloaked in heavy hides opened in front revealing a light vest
underneath. Black hair and a finely trimmed beard frame fierce
piercing blue eyes that shine with understanding and intelligence.
Tearing your eyes away from those eyes you see he holds a rather
remarkable looking staff made of a light colored redwood, at the
extended tip rests a barrel looking cap of a dark red metal with
inscriptions and runes etched into it's surface.
Meanwhile Lester is busy slicing and
preparing the venison for it's final journey. Talanos
and Siobhan
help with the skinning. The roaring fire increases the room temperature
beyond comfortable limits and Siobhan opens the door to
allow for a fresh cool breeze to clear out the stuffy interior.
The Woodsman removes his cloak
of hides and takes a seat at the large table, observing the talented
Gnome work
over the fresh game. "Careful you don't cut your beard off",
he laughs.
Cronar and
Horst have yet to return
from Ferg's.
Marta
smiles happily at seeing the large buck being carried in by the
returning group. When Jourgen finishes introducing himself, "Jourgen
came with a message for us." Gathering up the papyrus she
wrote on she recites, "A flagon full is needed, brave shalt
the heart lie full upon
Lester
smiles up at the imposing figure of the Woodsman, "Well gnome
beard actually adds a very nice flavor to venison I'll have you
know." Grinning he continues "That's an interesting
bit of riddle there. It would seem to be meant for our quest.
I'll be sure to remember it. How did you come across it? And are
you a regular in these parts then?"
Jourgen
takes a long sip from his mug that has been kindly offered by
Marta, "FJALAR is a God of the Dwarves. He sent this message
via one of his cohorts, a diabolical looking creature if I dare
say so. I know not his intentions, but I can hazard to say he
harbors good intentions for this mission of yours which bodes
well for the King of the Gods. My interest and that of my kindred
are of a more obtuse nature and difficult to explain. Let me say
that your motives are of the goodly sort, none threatening to
the 'Great Tree'. As to the riddle and its meaning
I have no insight except that maybe the answer may only be found
at your quest's completion or along the way." The Woodsman
withdraws a small branch from his vest pocket and places it upon
the floor. Uttering a string of arcane words, he touches the
tip of his staff to the branch and it immediately starts to grow,
sending roots down into the soil, extending upward a shoot perhaps
knee high, a small tree springs, green leafy and full of life.
"This is from the 'Great Tree'. You can feel it's power even
in this tiny form. Trust in me when I say that we live only because
of its power and strength holding Midgard as would a mother clasp
her baby. Yet it remains aloof to the machinations of man. Not
fearing or despising his failures and triumphs." Bowing his
head, Jourgen intones, "For life do I serve, in the
grip of death do we sprout. May time pass and travail be done,
by conflict and diversity ye thrive." Looking around the
room, Jourgen sees the faces of emboldened creatures, Talanos
of the elves known for caretakers of the woods, Marta
full of life and caring, Gillian a magical creature spawned
by the trees chaos, Lester of the gnomes, dwellers
in the region of the great roots and lastly Siobhan, storyteller
and seer of the coming storm, "Druids are we, and the Tree
of Life shall we serve!"
Helping Lester, they heave and strain
to place the venison over the fire.
Marta
watches, eyes wide in surprise, as the branch springs to life.
Twirling her hair aimlessly with her finger, she listens avidly
to Jourgen's every last word. The messenger's incredible eyes
continue to wreak havoc on her, inexplicably drawing her to him.
As he speaks, her lips fall slightly open as her tongue moves
to wet them. Not until he moves to help Lester, does her spell
like state dissipate.
"You seem to know a great many things"
said Lester
as he kept an eye on the sizzling meat. Pausing for a moment he
turned the steaks over the coals. He was somewhat distrustful
of this stranger. He seemed powerful and had a great knowledge
of the party but who was he? Lester had seen a great many sham-
artists and confidence men who at first appeared to be something
other than what they were. "From where do you hail Jourgen?"
Do you have any knowledge of Briss?
Jourgen takes
a deep breath through his nose, "Ummm, that's smells good.(referring
to the cooking meat) You know of the Great Tree? That is where
I call home. It is about ten leagues west of here. Although I
consider all the forests my home. The Temple is an old shrine
to a strange deity of death. I believe his name is er… Ner..g..al,
or something like that.
Horst
steps forward and with a smile comments..."Now that you come
to mention
Ferg beams
a warm smile at you both, "Of course, I have just what you
need. A silver piece per mount expectable to you? He gathers several
leathers from a dark corner. If you bring your mounts here I will
see to their harnessing.
Horst
"No, Horst, I think that will cover it. Thank
you, Ferg, we'll return with the horses before we leave and pay
you full. Again, we appreciate your gracious hospitality."
Cronar
turns to follow Horst. "Yes, let's see what mischief they're
up to..."
Cronar and
Horst return to the cottage
and find a stranger. With
an exaggerated bow the woodsman introduces himself, "Jourgen
of the Silver wood, protector and admonisher, at your service."
Returning to his seat at the table, "This lovely young lady
has proposed dinner upon me and I am obliged to comply."
The Woodsman is cloaked in heavy hides opened in front revealing
a light vest underneath. Black hair and a finely trimmed beard
frame fierce piercing blue eyes that shine with understanding
and intelligence. You see he holds a rather remarkable looking
staff made of a light colored redwood, at the extended tip rests
a barrel looking cap of a dark red metal with inscriptions and
runes etched into it's surface. A large chunk of venison is cooking
over a hot fire and the smell is delicious. You see that everyone
is here, Lester, Siobhan,
Gillian, Talanos and Marta.
"And this deity, does he still have followers
in these parts?" Lester
asked upon learning of the being the temple was constructed for.
Taking a piece of meat from the fire and popping it in his mouth
after blowing on it, he asks, "Does he still exist, what
became of him? Perhaps you can tell me about him over dinner which
is just about ready after a finishing touch..." Holding
his hand over the sizzling meat Lester rubs his fingers
together and murmurs a short phrase. Although you see nothing
come from Lester's fingers the meat sizzles a little louder
as if something had just been sprinkled on it. Taking another
small piece Lester chewed it thoughtfully then smiled,
Cronar
eyes the stranger a bit when he enters the room, then returns
the bow and extends his hand. "I am Cronar and we
accept your service, apparently. What service do you offer?"
When Cronar and Horst return, Talanos
greets them, saying, "Did you find anything
Horst
and Cronar arrive back at the house with a flurry of snow
and muttered curses at the weather.... "Ah, I see we have
a visitor, " says Horst
shrugging of his cloak and moving toward the fire to return a
little warmth to his chilled frame. Horst bows toward the stranger,
" Horst, Captain of the Order of Mjollnir and Cronar, Paladin
of Odin at your service." he straightens before continuing,
"We have manged to procure Leathers for the horses from Ferg
at 1 sp each. Now do I surmise correctly that our hosts have some
creature/being trapped within this Temple of Nergal????
" Horst moves towards the food and with a nod of appreciation
to the others helps himself to some meat and a seat while awaiting
a response....
"Well I had hoped to approach the subject more
with more subtlety." Said Lester
sending a scolding glance at Horst, "you seem to know a great
deal for having just arrived. But yes, it seems that there is...something
in the temple. I do not know what but is is held within by magical
means and it would seem that it is of great evil. I was hoping
that you, Jourgen, could shed some light on the subject. What
manner of creature might be in such a supposed ancient temple.
Might the people of Briss be worshipping it? Please tell me what
you know." Despite Lester's business like tone he
manages to dish out large pieces of venison steak to everyone
present. As he speaks he cuts off huge portions and stuffs them
into his mouth. It is amazing that the little man does not choke
while speaking.
Siobhan
digs into the meal that she helped procure. "Hey, I don't
know about you folks, but meddling with temples of death and creatures
from the nether regions ain't exactly my idea of adventure. Leave
that to the priests and other such people--and see that you're
real far away up in the commoner's seats when it's being done.
Orcs, trolls, bandits, goblins...those I'll tangle with, cheerfully.
But death-temples and whatnot--eek. They'll be plenty of danger
ahead for us to sink our swords and arrows into. But I ain't in
the mood for some nasty from down under to carry me off."
Siobhan shivers at the thought. "So, let's talk about
something else, eh?"
Jourgen leans
back obviously enjoying the fresh cooked meat and just perhaps
the view of two lovely ladies. "Ner…g…al is not
a powerful Deity here in Midgard but still dangerous. I'm sure
portals and circles of power exist beyond those doors. It is an
Unholy place and the ground it sits upon has the endowment of
evil dead!"
To Cronar
"My duties lie only in the delivery
of the scroll. That done, there is nothing else I owe you.
These woods are as safe as any in Midgard.
You must always be wary of intruders who defy the power of the
forest."
To Lester
"I believe these people are not
evil and do not worship the Temple. Although, I worry the proximity
is wearing heavily upon the populace. As long as they stay off
the Unholy ground, they should be fine. What's inside that Temple
is anybody's guess, I wager it is very unpleasant."
Finally resting his eager eyes on the
temptress Siobhan,
"You have the right
idea M'lady, Perhaps you could tell me a little more about yourself?
I understand you are a performer? A song or some music would be
nice."
Horst
"Jourgen came to deliver a message for
us. I thought it prudent to invite him to sup with us under the
circumstances." Marta
smirks as she once again grabs the papyrus. Carefully reciting
the scrawled words, "A flagon full
is needed, brave shalt the heart lie full upon the stone of everlasting
light and from hence will fly thine eyes of ye Lord and Master,
King of the Gods!" Placing the sheet back down, Marta
joins those eating.
"Ah, nothing like plain Porithian." Horst
rolls his eyes heaven word, " and that is nothing like plain
Porithian. Perhaps some food and a little sleep will help us put
things into perspective." with that he collects a plate of
food and moves to seat himself near the fire. After a short while
he places his empty plate to one side and closes his eyes. Breathing
deeply he seems to descend into a trance-like state of deep meditation.
Marta
finishes eating the delicious venison, enjoying the conversation
around her without chiming in very much. When Gillian has
finished supping, she approaches him to see how he's doing. "So
what do you say little man? How are you feeling? Do you feel like
you can go on
"I'm feeling much better now, Marta. I really
think I can continue on, if the group wants to. Sorry for being
such an inconvenience." That is clearly the most Gillian
has had to say over the whole journey. He is obviously getting
over the large part of his shyness.
Thoughtfully munching on a piece of the delicious
venison that Lester prepared, Talanos
looks at the man. Swallowing he says, "You speak of delivering
the scroll as your duty. Who made it your duty? And what is their
interest with us? Do they know what we are in search of and why
we are searching for it?" Later, when there is a lull in
the conversation, he asks Cronar, "Have we decided
whether or not we are staying here tonight? Has Marta determined
if Gillian is well enough to continue? Either way, I'd
like to know your thoughts on the Temple."
Jourgen considers
the elf's question then replies, "My duty lies with the teachings
and faith I maintain with nature and the balance that must be
maintained to allow nature to thrive and grow. When forces move
to unbalance the scales or do harm to our Great Tree then we act.
In this case I have involved myself to gainsay knowledge that
applies to your quest. With information received from a God it
behooved me to place that information in your hands. It is safe
to say that your actions are being closely watched by many who
deem your actions important to the great ending." After finishing
his meal the Woodsmen stands and bows to you all, "It has
been a pleasure to meet with you. May the blessings of the Gods
find your quest fruitful."
Nodding to Jourgen, Talanos
says, "I was merely curious. I feel it is best to know your
enemies' face. But, it is also helpful to know the face of your
friends as well. As a fellow woodsman, I would be happy to call
you friend." Rising with Jourgen, he walks to the door and
looks out. Turning back, he bows back to the woodsman and extends
his hand to him. He says, "I bid you farewell, if you are
planning on leaving now. Perhaps our paths will cross again one
day?"
"Your message is well-received and appreciated,
albeit unclear. But as the Gods watch over our journey and give
unto us Their message, I am certain that they shall provide us
with the means to understand in due time." Cronar
wipes his hands clean and extends one to Jourgen. "My thanks,
as well. When we are in these parts again, perhaps we can be of
some assistance to you. For now, we serve the greater good for
all." When he has left, Cronar walks over to Gillian
and Marta. "So, is he okay to travel? We have many
leagues yet to go. I assure you, Gillian, we shall
Talanos
chuckles when he hears that, adding, "I'm sure Gillian is
so relieved to hear that. Let's see...given the choice, would
I rather die in a warm bed or kicking out the last of my life
on the end of a spear? Actually, now that I think about it, I'll
take the spear. Staying at home is a bit boring and I do hate
getting colds!" Nodding, Talanos says, "I'll take care
of that right now, then. Do you know if the horses are needed
there for a proper fitting or is there a one-size-fits-all sort
of thing?" Getting his cloak, he puts it on and asks, "Anyone
want to join me for an outing? If not, I'll be off."
Marta
welcomes the opportunity to get out of the house. "I'll be
happy to join you sir. I've been cooped up in here long enough!"
Grabbing her cloak, she follows him back to Fergs.
As the woodsmen leaves Lester
says something around a mouthful of food, "I'f alfay a fam
of widdes". Smiling sheepishly he swallows his mouthful and
downs it with some ale, "I'm always a fan of riddles but
that one is curious indeed." "And speaking of riddles
I am dying to know what they've got locked up in that temple"
turning to Cronar, Lester
smiles a mischievous grin, "Master Cronar I am surprised
you are not intrigued by the tidings of great evil in yon temple...I
would think that you would be bashing down the door to rid the
world of whatever demon of wickedness lies within."
Horst
rises and move over towards the door, " I'll come with you.
I thinks its time we broached the subject of the Temple with Ferg.
If he or the village desire or need our help to destroy the evil
that occupies the building then we can offer it. However, if they
do not desire our help then our interference might cause rather
more damage that leaving things alone." Horst shrugs
his shoulders in a resigned manner, " While I would like
to defeat this evil it seems to be safely contained within the
temple building for the moment, and while it may not sound terribly
heroic, to open the temple and unleash an unknown force upon the
village, without the villagers approval would be an inappropriate
course of action to take. " He then opens the door and steps
once more out into the snow....
Cronar
Shadows begin to lengthen as Cronar,
Horst, Marta and Talanos collect the leather needed to protect
the horses a Ferg's. The warm sun feels welcome upon your weathered
faces and the dry heat of Ferg's fire is uncomfortable as you
enter his Forge hut. You collect the leathers quickly and listen
to Ferg as he replies to Horst's question about the Temple and
it's supposed evils, "Ya have to talk with the high clerics
from Caruth 'bout that. I only hear witch tales and hearsay."
With little else to go on you mount your horses and depart the
tiny village plowing a course through the deep drifts headed once
again in the direction of the Black Mountains. As the sun settles
in the west the party finds a good spot for camp and makes ready
for the night. A restful night is followed by a new morning somewhat
gloomy as the sun is hidden by light clouds to the east.
scout) Cronar
reigns in his horse. "Talanos, why don't you take Siobhan
with you and see if you can tell what the origin of the smoke
is. It may be
a simple farmhouse, but it may also be a band of orcs preparing
to plunder a
village. We mustn't tarry, but it would be both unwise and unfitting
for us
to allow such creatures their quarry. We shall rest our horses,
'till you
return. Should there be any cause for alarm, one of you bring
word while
the other maintains vigil."
Cronar assumes command, but not in a pushy manner. It is as if
he has done
this before...it flows so naturally. He dismounts and checks his
saddle.
For anyone who may have been watching as they rode, Cronar is
not an
accomplished rider. He can stay on...he can even vary the gate,
but it is
obvious that he is not as comfortable on the horse as he is on
his feet.
herself off. "Leave it to me to be the first to end up on
my, um, you know!" Those who can see her face notice that
she's blushing yet again! Turning to Gillian, "How are you
faring? Do you need any help getting down?"
big case of mistaken identity here. You come up to the front door,
armed and ready--and some retired warrior/homesteader puts a couple
of crossbow bolts through you, mistaking you for a brigand. Think
about it--he'd be every bit within his rights to do so, being
so far from any city watch or constable. "If you want my
advice, I recommend you leave your weapons behind--unless you've
got something well hidden--and just scout the perimeter. That
will let us see whether there's *really* anything here
worth investigating--like if we see monster tracks to the front
door, hear the screams of a maiden in distress from the inside,
etc. It will also put whoever's inside there--an innocent woodsman
and his wife, most likely--under less pressure to immediately
pincushion you. And, on the outside chance there *is*
something rotten here, I can still cover you with my longbow."
Horst then begins looking around for somewhere to rest while awaiting
the return of the scouts.....
"What shall we say to them?" Siobhan
asks softly. "'Throw down your weapons and come out, evildoer?'
At this point, we are trespassers on someone else's land, with
no cause whatsoever to be here. I mean, what would we say--'What
are you doing, burning a fire in your fireplace in winter?' "I
say let's withdraw and rejoin the party before someone gives us
an arrow business-end first for our troubles. I mean, if I were
a solitary lady, and I saw armed people skulking about my domicile,
I might give them a few slivers of wood to think about."
Talanos
turns his gaze to Siobhan. Even though she hasn't known
him for very long, she can tell that he is starting to get angry
with her. Finally, he says, "Fine then, let us get back to
the others. But while we go, tell me something. Twice now you
have practically accused me of wanting to kill whoever lives
here. I'd like to know why you seem to think that I am such a
cold-blooded killer? All I want to do is speak to the inhabitants.
Did you not think that if it were a solitary woman that she might
need some help with something? If I were as cold and heartless
as you have insinuated, I would just light a couple of arrows
and send them through the windows."
good." Cronar stretches and twists and can also be
seen to rub his lower back and butt. It is likely to be a long
ride for this big man...
food perhaps?
knows how many more chances for hot meals we will have in the
near
future. Gillian looks like he needs a fire anyway. We can
decide after
we've eaten whether we'll stay or not."
admonishment breaks briefly into a look that tells her he wishes
he could
afford the luxury of frivolity. He half-smiles, then turns back
to the
business at hand. As the two return from their scouting mission,
Cronar asks, "What have you to report?" Upon hearing
of the old woman and the town of Bliss, he
considers to himself... "I, for one, would also enjoy a warm
fire and a hot meal. But we have
traveled only four hours and there are many hours ahead. I say
we stop
long enough for a meal and to warm the horses. Since we do not
know what to
expect of this town, we stay together and keep to ourselves. No
one is to
know anything more about us than is necessary. If any of us leaves
the
group, it needs be done in pairs. Though strange these actions
be, stranger
still is the town that is not known. We must exercise every precaution.
This also means not flashing the ruby's around town. 'Till we
know what we
are dealing with, we can not take chances." Cronar
looks at everyone to
ensure that they are listening and understanding his message.
"After we have eaten and the horses are cared for, we shall
take our leave
and continue our journey. Our comfort, although important to us,
is a small
price to pay for the return of Odin's Eyes and the safety
of Midgard. We
have a divine mission that we all chose to accept and I know that
each of
you share my conviction on this matter, else here you would not
be."
"Talanos, before we leave the town, we must wrap the
legs of these horses
with some blankets or oiled leather. Would you see to that detail,
please?
If you need any assistance, ask anyone here, or I shall be happy
to
oblige...although animal husbandry is not my expertise."
As they ride into town, with Talanos in the lead Cronar
adds,
"Remember...stay together and to ourselves. We know not who's
eyes and ears
belong to Loki."
and ready to fire, Talanos
rides with his eyes focused on his surroundings.
Occasionally looking down to look for evidence of someone passing
this way before,
he looks primarily toward the trees around the party. He listens
as Cronar instructs the party on what their behavior should
be when they reach Briss and nods. "I agree. No one needs
to know that we come from Crendon or what we are questing
for." He then listens as Cronar makes his thoughts
on whether or not the party should stay in Briss for the night.
When Cronar finishes, he says, "I would agree with you but
for one thing. I didn't realize how bad friend Gillian's cold
was getting. Unless he fights it off quick, it could worsen to
the point that he cannot function. For that reason, I now vote
that we stay the night and re-evaluate in the morning. Perhaps
he will be able to fight off the cold enough to beat it by then."
attempted to yank him down in the snow unawares. What am I thinking!
Look at him, he's a giant compared to me and what would this
serious man's reaction have been? Well, I'll just have to find
some other ways to bring fun into his life. As Cronar begins
to belt out instructions, Marta is slightly taken aback
by his tone. She quickly checks her surprise and realizes that
even
though she's not used to taking orders, she must now do as Cronar
says. When he decides for the group that they will continue on
their journey, a look of dismay is evident on her face. Looking
back at Gillian she blurts out, "But what about poor
little Gillian, he's miserable!"
village. She will also look around the outside of the temple,
but will not attempt to enter the building itself. Siobhan
will also look around the forest within a couple hundred yards
of the village itself...looking for anything of interest, and,
perhaps, bringing down something for dinner with her longbow...
the meat from her morning meal and warms some of it over the flame.
Turning to Gillian, "Would you care to share some
of this with me? I have more than enough." When she is finished
eating, she pulls out her damaged tunic and some needle and thread,
leans on the wall next to the
fire, and repairs it. As she does so, she occasionally puts her
hand to her neck rubbing the ache away.
be a valid reason why we were asked to avoid the Temple. Take
someone with you." "Whatever we do, we need not be distracted
from our goal, no matter how interesting this place may turn out.
We need to assemble back here in one hour. We can reassess the
situation at that time and determine what our next move or course
of action might be. Agreed? Cronar looks around to get
affirmation from all. "
Horst,
I would like you to accompany me back to Ferg's. Who is staying
with Gillian?"
take the lead.....
and Lester and anyone else there to assist her in bringing
back her prize...
stairs. Stepping over to the gnome, he says while smiling,
"Let's go see what Siobhan needs. Maybe she got lucky
while hunting and you will be able to feed that bottomless pit
you call a stomach!" He then starts making his way through
the snow towards Siobhan voice. When they get to where
she is, he praises Siobhans good fortune. "A magnificent
animal! This should provide meat for the group for quite some
time. Tell me, are you an accomplished hunter?" He studies
the situation and says, "I think that the easiest way to
move the deer back to the house is by dragging it by the antlers.
That way, we would be dragging it with the grain of the hair.
If Siobhan and I each grab an antler and pull, while Lester
breaks a trail through the deep snow, we should have no trouble
in getting it there." If the other two agree, he grabs one
antler and begins to drag it toward the Blin house. As they walk,
he says to Lester, "When the group is all together
again, you should tell everyone about what it is that you found
concerning the Temple. If I understood you right, you said that
the door was somehow magically locked and holding something inside.
I don't know much about magic, so I don't know what to do about
it. Perhaps one of the others could help more."
through her things, she produces her papyrus and hurriedly writes
the words Jourgen uttered, keeping an eye on him the entire time.
When her task is completed, she leaves the ink to dry and approaches
Jourgen. Marta looks at him in wide-eyed innocence, her
eyes beckoning to him.
"Sir, please make use of our warm fire. I'd like to invite
you to sup with us this eve. My friends have gone in search of
food. I'm sure a hot meal would be welcome, yes?"
the stone of everlasting light and from hence will fly thine eyes
of ye Lord and Master, King of the Gods!" Looking up from
the sheet, "I haven't spoken much with him past asking him
for dinner. I thought you all might be interested in speaking
with him, so I invited him to sup with us."
Perhaps you might enlighten us as to the nature of the temple
here?"
it we could certainly make use of some leathers to protect the
horses legs from the elements. The gods seem determined to make
our journey as testing as possible..." Horst grins briefly
before continuing..." Could you help us or direct us to someone
who may be able to. We will be happy to pay either with money
or services as you require......"
"A fair price me thinks for such
friendly service. We shall leave the leathers here and fit them
before we leave." Horst leans conspiratorially toward Ferg..."Its
a little crowded over there as
it is.......now I think we had better go and see what trouble
our companions have gotten themselves into while we've not been
looking. Is there anything else we require Cronar???".
"Okay then, where are Cronar and Horst? Dinner
is ready and my stomach is not in the mood to wait. I am about
to waste away."
He is momentarily distracted by the smell of venison cooking.
His stomach rumbles loudly, but he says nothing. Cronar
follows Jourgen's indication of Marta 'till he is
looking at her directly. Realizing that he is staring (actually
only a lingering look) he quickly returns his attention to the
newcomer. "Friends are always welcome to sup. What say you
about the surrounding lands, through which we travel, woodsman?"
Talk of a Temple to a Deity of Death brings about a look
of grave concern.
out about the leathers for the horses? I meant to stop by Fergs
place of business, but Lester and I got a little distracted. If
I have time, I'll do it after we dine on Siobhans' catch.
But, we have matters to discuss. Lester should explain,
since I am not all that learned in the ways of magic. And besides,
it was his find. I will give this much away: It concerns the
Temple."
"I have to admit to have never coming
across him before. If some being is sealed in the temple then
unless it threatens to break free then it is probably best left
there. At least for the time being. We also have other tasks to
complete...."
without making yourself sicker?" She'll observe his color
and check to see if she thinks he has a temperature.
not let the likes of a common cold be your undoing. If you must
die, it shall be in the course of some great deed, not from the
sniffles!" Cronar smiles and pats Gillian on the back.
"Come, let us prepare to leave." "The Smithy has
leathers for the horses that will help keep them a bit
warmer tromping through this snow. We can il-afford our mounts
to weaken when the journey has hardly begun!"
"I agree with Horst's assessment.
It would appear that everything is under control, at least for
the time. When we are finished with our mission, we should revisit
the situation and see then if we can affect a more permanent solution.
As for now, we can not afford the delay. It is not that I am
apathetic to the presence of Evil so vile...it is simply that
we have been charged with a greater duty that if gone undone shall
let loose evils far greater (I suspect) than whatever might be
locked in yon temple. I shall accompany you to Ferg's. If everyone
else would prepare themselves and the leftover food for the trip,
it would be appreciated."