SURVIVAL AND DISCOVERY

He hid in the shadows. He eyed the merchant with every bit of focus hunger could muster. He feared the growling of his stomach would give him away.

"Focus... need food, just focus"

He started his approach, skulking as best as he could through the shadows. He approached the vendor's cart. He reached ever so slowly to pluck the bread from its place. Just a quick grab and he would bolt away. He had planned it out several times in his mind, he knew the routine.

It hadn't always been like this. There used to be food on the table every night. Then his family took the trip to this town. There were "opportunities here" is what his father had told him. Yet this small town held nothing of value in his eyes. Boasting only a handful of families and one inn, this place was not promising.

It had gone well in the village of Mount Haven Foots. It offered freedom for a young boy. Mountains and caves to explore, meadows to run and nap in, it was a small piece of freedom, after you got past the obvious discomforts that come from being so far from civilization.

It was that distance that had taken his parents from him. He had been out exploring the mountains to the east. Everywhere, as far as he could see, there was nothing but uncharted forests, unexplored terrain, and it would be him that would conquer these places. He began to wander away from the village of Mount Haven Foots.

Dido's Blog!

Hey everybody!

Just in case you are interested...I started a blog just for Dido, kind of a journal entry thing to get to know her character better.

If you'd like to read, it's didosilvana.blogspot.com

I'm looking forward to the next game, this is a lot of fun!!

Glimpses of the Past

It was if the air itself were made of ringing. A loud, engulfing tone bounced between every particle of the fabric of reality in that moment. It was a sound that infiltrated the spirit.

The roar of response shook the ground, flinging dirt and chunks of rock everywhere. But the warriors stood their ground. It must ring true.

The ringing was everywhere. It was everything. The air vibrated around them, in them, through them.

The light flared out then, bright and blinding. Their faces felt scorched before they were fully engulfed.

And Arcaddes was alone. He could feel the bonds of mortality slipping away from him as his spirit left his body, the mortal coil melting into the consuming light.

Freedom.

Success. The quest had been a success.

Arcaddes knew, somehow, that there were no survivors. That his compatriots were also bathed in the lights of their own gods. They had given everything in the faith to the Ancients. Darigaaz, his god, would be pleased, and finally Arcaddes could be at rest.

He gave himself fully to the light, then. To the presence of his god, and his long deserved rest.

A tremor ran up his perceived spine... an uncomfortable sensation he could only describe as sorrow.

Darigaaz was displeased...

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The Beast Master.....

DM PREVIEW III: "DESMODU"

The General made his way through the camp. Dejected was the Common word for what he was seeing, he believed. The Common Tongue was incredibly alien to him, but he had been required to learn it as a youngster. Before he had mastered the use of his native language and sonar, he had become rather adept at the common tongue. It was precise in its own way, but not nearly so complicated as his people’s usual form of communicating.

In Common, the hew-mahn’s butchered his name. Half of it they couldn’t even replicate. So when they nicknamed him “Goliath,” he had decided to just let it stick. Over time, he had come to like it.

But he had not seen the manfolk in a long time. Nor any above the surface. No Desmodu had ventured into a man village in eons upon eons, but some of the mountain men knew they existed. Other mens called them crazy, which amused Goliath in its own way.

It was the only source of amusement he could think of. Many of his soldiers were wounded, and all of them were exhausted. They were making their way back towards their home village, deep in the under-earth, but were being harassed by what Goliath and his chief cleric had surmised were Werebats. Nasty creatures, they had attacked fiercely and suddenly several times. They had been repelled, but with each new attack it was with far less efficiency. They were gone before they turned, so Goliath did not know who his true enemy was, and worse they had bitten some of his own, forcing him to kill them before the evil took hold.

They were close. So close! But Goliath knew it was a fight he had to completely finish before they got too close to home. If the Werebats found his settlement, generations of sacrifice, diligence and work might be lost.

Along with the entire world of men, elves and all creatures.

DM PREVIEW II