Lvl 8 XP 1800+40,670=42470/48,000
Sandor Sunneson: And we are ready to fly? So where we gonna fly too?
Smon: >>The dungeon rumbles and strains as the great dragon ascends from the depths, but here in the Heart-Womb the sounds of its passing remain distant; no dust falls. Smon: When you finally follow its ascent some time later you pass through ruined tunnels, halls gouged with great claw tracks. Smon: Up on level 8 in the Temple of the Elements you find that Dyson has selected the tunnel collapsed by Lady Meda for his egress. chris107: ah yes Smon: The rubble has gone, and now a great rift, wider than before, runs east to the gorge at the base of the cliff atop which sits the ruins of St Ulther's shrine. Smon: Namelin eyes the wreckage thoughtfully. "I don't envy the Black Sun now..." Smon: He turns to you. "Nice day's work, eh?" chris107: Ursa grins nastily. "I can live with that."<<
chris107: Ursa "Let's see if this big scaley fellow wants to go meet Lady Meda?"
chris107: "She's kinda running the whole show."
Sandor Sunneson: (Project Manager)
Smon: GM: Leaving the Dyson's Delve by the eastern tunnel, you climb the cliff trail and through enshrouding plastered brambles to the cliffs above, where Dyson is stretching his wings in the sunlight, regarding the ocean view to your east.
chris107: "Well, except the bleeding, we're doing the bleeding."
Sandor Sunneson: A nice view you have here Dyson of the world below
chris107: Ursa shields his eyes from the sun.
Smon: Anna Bronze nods to Ursa's suggestion as you all approach the dragon. "Lord Logos! You should consult first with the Lady Meda of Thusia, before we go to Hara where you shall be given all honours."
Smon: Dyson nods affably to Sandor. "Yes, lovely view. That lighthouse is new, isn't it?"
chris107: "And I'm sure my Lord Hakeem would love to meet you too!"
chris107: (OOC Heheh)
chris107: "Been there a little while mighty Dyson."
Smon: Anna: "The Lighthouse of St Ulther, a holy man of the ancient times."
Sandor Sunneson: Formally Oriax's Tower, but think it is having it's name changed back to it's original name
chris107: (OOC Hakeem's Hold is my current favourite )
Smon: Dyson: "Hmm... doesn't ring a bell. Don't really like modern architecture myself. More a Classicist..."
Smon: His voice seems a lot less booming outside the dungeon.
Smon: "Hakeem? An Altanian? Did you mention him before?"
chris107: "He does a lot of bleeding on our behalf too."
chris107: "Probably done more bleeding than anyone. On our side at least."
Smon: Dyson: "Fine fellows the Altanians. Simple folk, but honest and forthright in their way. A lot like troglodytes, really..."
chris107: "Well he's no great beauty."
Smon: Dyson frowns as he peers north-east. "Hmm... Something the matter with Thracia? A shadow hangs over the place."
Smon: "Probably nothing... "
Sandor Sunneson: I think it would be good to visit Lady Meda :), would like to see their reaction as we fly in on our new winged friend
chris107: "Something was mentioned at Meda's Council about Thracia."
chris107: "The First King?"
Smon: "First King... eh, some Deathwalker fellow no doubt. So, yes, all aboard! Grab hold of a spine, and hand on tight! Can't accept any responsibility for you falling off!"
chris107: "I think my Lord Hakeem was going to do something about him. When he got back form the South."
Sandor Sunneson: About possibly challenging Hakeem? Is that right? So many factions in this world.....
Smon: Dyson bends down so you can all clamber onto his massive back, Namelin looking distinctly nervous.
chris107: Ursa scrambles aboard.
Sandor Sunneson: cheers Dyson, climbs aboard too
chris107: Looking forward to the fantastic ride.
Sandor Sunneson: (Looking forward to getting XP for flying an ancient dragon)
Smon: Then Dyson springs from the clifftop, taking to wing he circles round out over the ocean a mile or so, then at Anna's direction turns north-west.
chris107: (Good luck with that )
chris107: "OH GLORIOUS!"
Smon: You fly north-west for fifty miles, the Arcadian expanses of the Ghinarian Hills passing by far below.
Smon: There's Bratanis, there the massive Sky-God idol.
chris107: "It looks tiny!"
Smon: A grazing herd of mastodons, guarding against a tiny dire hyena pack.
Smon: Off to the south-west you see the colonnades of the Temple Vaults of Belaras, greatest tourist trap in all the Ghinarian Hills.
chris107:
Smon: In fact there are many vine-wrapped ruins all across the Hills, most invisible from the ground, but distinct from the air.
chris107: Ursa is loving it.
Smon: Towards evening you see ahead of you the volcanic peak that marks Tizun Thane's Hall, and Dyson descends towards the village that lies 8 miles south - Thusia.
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 5,
Smon: Shadows are lengthening and a cool breeze is blowing as he descends to land on the grassy green.
Smon: A great winged Griffon tethered there rears back in fear - Ursa recognises it as Goldmane, slayer of Yusan, who brought Hakeem and Laurana north on their quest.
chris107: "IT'S ME GOLDMANE!"
Smon: And there is the amazon Princess Laurana, Hakeem's sister, emerging from Meda's Hall alongside the Lady herself, Weaponmaster Damne behind.
Smon: make CHA+PROF check Ursa
chris107: Ursa waves, keen for all to see him flying.
Sandor Sunneson: set the tone Chris....
chris107 rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 18, (+2) = 20
Sandor Sunneson: nice
Smon: Meda and some of the villagers wave back.
chris107: not a bad start
Smon: Goldmane seems delighted to see Ursa as he dismounts.
chris107: Ursa nearly explodes with pride.
Smon: Meda looks up at the gargantuan brass dragon filling her Green.
Smon: "Welcome... Lord Dyson Logos I presume? I am Meda."
chris107: "Lord Dyson, pleased to introduce you to Lady Meda of Thusia."
chris107: He bows
Smon: Dyson nods affably. "A PLEASURE."
Smon: Meda curtsies quite gracefully, Dyson inclines his head as Anna & co slide down his side to the grass.
Smon: Goldmane approaches Ursa for mane-ruffling...
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor dismounts and nods in her direction
chris107: He gets a good one
Smon: Meda: "Sandor, thank you for all you have done for us! And you too Ursa!" She smiles, eyes twinkling.
chris107: And he feels a pang of guilt. Wondering how Bear is getting on.
Smon: Namelin: "Lord Dyson will be going with us to Hara, Lady Meda. But first we thought we should have Council."
Smon: Meda looks uncertain.
Smon: Anna: "Lord Dyson must see that there are still goodly folk of Nerath, that the Black Sun is an aberration..."
Smon: Meda: "Indeed... Lord Dyson, we shall have table & chairs brought here to the green for our discussion. But first I suggest you all refresh yourselves - let us reconvene in one hour, at dusk."
Smon: Dyson looks around idly, surveying the Inn. "No problem... perhaps a little ale, for a parched dragon?"
Smon: Meda: "Of course."
chris107: "And a parched Dwarf!"
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor wonders if he will take human form to consume the ale
Smon: Laurana: "Friend Ursa, Sandor, perhaps we could talk over an ale at yon Inn?"
chris107: "Yes please."
Sandor Sunneson: Sure, lets go,
Smon: Laurana - http://i45.tinypic.com/24b5b8o.jpg
Smon: You head for the Sun & Stars, where Buedra the barmaid is very happy to see Ursa again and brings you three great foaming flagons of ale.
chris107: Buedra." Leers Ursa
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IZ3UmA_KkBH06J4GRfeIxZ2AE8rvBY7Pf_JLhrpwF8uZcWbySsgZSrfWZNOnSmUfhbK9S21cNawvj8ZoSh7k246fUmgpRx9_UxZWXK3XV_9JMqUIcysltAgjnDSLCqnWZNZ5NMqVlzc/s320/Buedra.png
Smon: "Ursa!"
Smon: Having dispensed the beer, she goes to sit on her hairy dwarf's lap.
Sandor Sunneson: Meeting first? Room for you 2 later?
Smon: Laurana frowns.
chris107: "Oh yes..."
Smon: "Later, Buedra."
Smon: Buedra sighs, waves to Ursa and saunters away.
Smon: "Later baby!"
chris107: Ursa waves.
Smon: Laurana sips her ale. "I've just come from Highhaven - that's the amazon fortress, Sandor."
chris107: "Game girl that." He whispers behind his huge hand.
Smon: "I have a mission from Queen Artemisia..." Laurana gives Ursa a pointed look.
Sandor Sunneson: What's the news from there Laurana?
Smon: Laurana smiles at Sandor, who seems more focused on important matters.
Sandor Sunneson: We are all ears
Smon: "My brother has sent us a warning - a terrible vision his seer beheld. Orcs swarming over Highhaven..."
chris107: "Orcs?" Ursa is all ears again.
Smon: "And a Thing of darkness - some kind of evil spirit. I don't know, but Artemisia seemed to understand."
chris107: "And you want us come and help?"
Smon: Laurana nods. "Hundreds of orcs - the Arang-Tok, the great tribe that dwells beyond the mountains. It's been centuries since they invaded, and the Altani Varek crushed them 13 years ago."
Sandor Sunneson: So use the dragon too?
Sandor Sunneson: Or join an army to take them on?
Smon: Laurana shakes her head. "Artemisia's orders are that we are to prepare a trap for the orcs, but send the children and nursing mothers away - here, to Thusia. Meda has agreed."
chris107: "A cunning plan?"
Smon: "She believes the dark thing cannot be defeated, but that we can save our daughters - but it must be in secret."
chris107: "Grond has yet to meet the spectre he can not crush!" Boasts Ursa (not too convinced but hoping Buedra is close enough to hear)
Sandor Sunneson: So what is the trap?
Smon: Laurana takes another drink. "We don't know when they will come - or if this is all a lie, a trap set by the Black Sun. But Artemisia is determined the children must survive."
chris107: He pats his trusty magical hammer.
Smon: "Artemisia asked me to get an escort, to take them to Thusia, but Meda has few guards to spare. Would you be willing to assist?"
chris107: "We'll fight beside you Laurana, won't we Sandor? You can't keep Sandor from fighting if you try!"
chris107: "You'll negotiate the orcish bastards to death no doubt!"
chris107: He pounds his friend heartily on the back, roaring with laughter and demanding more ale.
Sandor Sunneson:
Sandor Sunneson: Only negotiate with hobgoblins Ursa,
chris107: "And Goblins and Black Sun and... oh never mind! Come we need to get the little children here safely."
Smon: Shaele brings more ale.
chris107: "I wish we'd brought Bear. Bear would have carried many little Amazons on his broad back."
Smon: "A man called Bear?"
chris107: "When do you want us to head to Highaven then Sister of my Lord?"
chris107: "Nay! A BEAR called Bear."
chris107: "The Ogres that Prince Sandor here negotiated to death had been mistreating him. So we rescued the poor beast."
Smon: Laurana nods. "I see... well, Artemisia says the attack won't come before Dry Season, but we need to get the girls here in advance. Around two weeks when the rains start to let up would be best."
chris107: "It's quite a treck. Will we be flying on your Griffons or hoofing it?"
Smon: Laurana sighs, twirling her ale cup she regards the dark liquid. "I can take you both to Highhaven if you wish. You're not light, but Goldmane is strong."
Smon: OOC make WIS+prof checks
Sandor Sunneson rolls 1d20 and gets: 16,
Smon: Something else is bothering her, Sandor can tell.
chris107: Ursa tries not to look offended at this news. "Have I put on weight Laurana? Do you still love me?" He then roars with laughter again and of course calls for more ale. Ursa is in a good humour having flown on a Dragon.
Sandor Sunneson: You look rather agitated Laurana, all ok?
chris107 rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 20, (+4) = 24
Sandor Sunneson: #settingthetone
Smon: Ursa can read Laurana like a book - lust for power mingles with concern for those she cares for.
chris107: #usingupallourgoodluck
Smon: Ursa knows she desperately wants to be queen, but...
chris107: "Laurana, you can not let your own goals put your children at risk. You know this." He adds gently
Smon: Laurana looks up from her ale. "Just thinking, Sandor. I've told you the Queen's plan, and requested aid as I swore to. But..."
Smon: She glances over at Ursa, frowns.
Smon: "You think I would put the children at risk?"
chris107: "You will be Queen, Laurana. But you must have a people to rule. Get them to safety."
Sandor Sunneson: Ignore the little warrior, he's feeling jolly for having ridden a dragon, his wench is here too
chris107: "No, not for a moment."
Smon: Laurana shakes her head. "You know me Ursa - but you don't understand me."
chris107: "You are my sworn lord's sister. I would die for you as I would for him."
chris107: "Forgive an old Dwarf in a good humour."
Smon: "I would never endanger the children... And Artemisia's plan will keep them safe. I will follow the Plan. And when she dies, I will be Queen."
Smon: There's a bitter note in her voice.
Sandor Sunneson: What were you going to say earlier, when you were interupted...
Smon: She swigs back her ale.
Smon: glug glug glug - a good half pint goes down.
Sandor Sunneson: They want to kill a virgin, that right? What if.... come the event, well she's not a virgin, would that change the prophecy?
Smon: Laurana's eyes flash as she slams the ale mug back on the oakwood table.
chris107: Ursa looks stunned.
Smon: Laurana laughs. "Yes, Sandor, go fuck Artemesia. That will help things."
Sandor Sunneson: Go you, a fine Queen you'll make one day
Sandor Sunneson: Ha ha, not me, not really my type lol
Smon: Laurana looks down: "Aye, like my mother Queen Khelara before me..."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
Sandor Sunneson: Is it the burden of your Mother you are finding difficult to bear with?
Smon: Laurana clenches her jaw. "Artemisia is determined to die. All this is preparation for her glorious doom. She plans to fall in heroic combat with the Spectre of Thanatos, as long foretold. And to leave Highhaven to me - whatever's left of it."
Smon: She takes her ale again, swigs down the last drop.
Sandor Sunneson: I think this is bullshit, why should she die? Too much negative thinking
Smon: "Aye."
Sandor Sunneson: Someone needs to convince her to lead the nation post the war, and win the war too
Sandor Sunneson: Not handing on some bombed out shell for somebody else to sort out
Smon: "She believes in her Dream - that she must embrace her Fate."
Sandor Sunneson: Hardly inspirational leadership
Smon: Laurana smiles: "Indeed.What we need is an inspiring leader, not Doom-ridden..."
Sandor Sunneson: At that meeting we were at Ursa, with all the big chiefs and Hakeem, think one of them should do the honours with the Queen, so she popped her cherry, she's a pretty girl, sure we won't be short of volunteers
chris107: "My Lord has ...reservations. This talk of a spectre. It may just be talk to us. But all the talk, all the sounds have built a wall that Artemisia can not see over."
Smon: Laurana: "If you like you can come back with me to Highhaven, try to persuade my Queen to change her plans... It won't be easy."
Smon: "And of course if you succeed, and she lives, I get to stay Princess to her Queen." she says sardonically.
chris107: "I would have words with your brother before I would dare influence a Queen."
7:16pm 2017-6-19 Jame Rowe Has entered the room
Sandor Sunneson: Lets do it, you've a refreshing attitude to life Laurana, one day you will be Queen in your own right, not sure of where, but it will happen.
chris107: Hi JR
*Jame Rowe quietly inquires if watching is okay*
chris107: (I was trying to squeeze a Wall of Sound comment in there for ages )
chris107: Ursa drinks up too.
Smon: hi James, that's fine
chris107: "Well if we are off to Highaven then I best get a good night's rest!"
Smon: >>Wall of Sound << LOL
chris107: He looks around for Buedra as he slips off to 'polish the hammer' as the Dwarves say.
Smon: Weaponmaster Damne enters. "The Council is beginning, you are bid to attend."
chris107: . But all the talk, all the sounds have built a wall that Artemisia can not see over."
chris107: "Bugger!"
chris107: Says Ursa
Smon: Buedra has just got her arms round Ursa.
Smon: She whimpers.
chris107: He shrugs and waves at the busty barmaid. Mouthing 'later...'
Smon: Buedra: "Snot fair!"
chris107: The smelly dwarf will stomp off after the great lords and ladies.
Jame Rowe: Snot a choice either.
Sandor Sunneson: Lets go, another meeting, Laurana, you'll be fine, we'll chat with the Queen, but nonsense you take over from her death, it won't happen like that.
Smon: Damne eyes the hairy dwarf, still splattered with Worm gore: "Quite a catch you've got there, Buedra."
Sandor Sunneson: Are you jealous Damne?
Smon: Damne snorts. "What?!"
chris107:
Smon: Damne: "Oh, a joke... I see. Come on."
Sandor Sunneson: Guess that's a no
Sandor Sunneson: Ok, lets go to the meeting
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor thinks, it wasn't a joke, it was a serious question, but her answer gave the impression she isn't.
Smon: Damne escorts you out the Inn, leaving a pining Buedra behind, to the Green where the vast brassy bulk of the ancient dragon Dyson Logos blots out the first stars of evening.
Smon: Damne seems to have no interest in pleasures of the flesh - not even Ursa!
Smon: (might be why she's stayed alive so long..."
chris107: (Doesn't know what she's missing!)
Sandor Sunneson: Damne with dildo on could maybe the one to be the Queen's first.....
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor heads to the council chambers
Smon: Assembled round a table facing Dyson are Lord Namelin & Anna Bronze, Malenn of Mitra, Amanda the priestess of Mycr, Lady Meda, Damne, and chairs for yourselves.
Smon: (stay classy Fergus)
chris107: Ursa smiles at Malenn.
Smon: Rasgar Skarrison watches from nearby, idly attempting to flirt with an amazon guard.
chris107: "Hope you and the boy are well my Lady?"
Smon: Meda: "Welcome everyone, please sit."
chris107: He whispers before taking a place near Rasgar at the back.
Smon: Malenn: "Hello Ursa! Yes - he's asleep now - been nursing all day, I..."
Smon: Meda coughs meaningfully, Malenn falls silent.
chris107:
Smon: Namelin: "You should be weaning him now, milady..."
Smon: Meda: "THANK YOU all."
Smon: Silence falls.
chris107:
Smon: Meda: "Lord Namelin, Anna, Rasgar, Ursa and Sandor, we are most grateful that you have brought the mighty Dyson Logos, First Archmage of Nerath, to us. It is a great omen."
chris107: Ursa blushes.
Smon: "Now we must decide what to do. The news from Madcat Mountain is not good - our siege is broken; the Mountain Lion clan have had losses, and retreated east of the mountains."
Smon: "We think the Nerath - the Black Sun, intend to invade once Dry Season comes."
Smon: "But we also have these rumours of a possible threat to Highhaven, in the south."
Sandor Sunneson: From the orcs?
Smon: Meda nods.
Smon: "Yes. And finally, word from the Citadel of Water speaks of a threat from Thracia - a 'first king' rising in the darkness."
Sandor Sunneson: Who defeated the Mountain Lion clan?
chris107: "The black sun"Hisses Ursa
Smon: Dyson: "Don't worry about Thracia, I took care of those black-painted johnnies years ago..."
chris107: "Do listen!"
Smon: Meda looks sombre: "Kainos the Warbringer was with them. Prince Rameses Mountain-Lion is lost."
chris107: "Sad news."
Smon: Meda rolls out a map - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfM2uhi1R-jjKxB2qv27Lch5sC2j6StmJJPuUuiUmNXsqjUCWsisB9QTyBzWA4UseRBnRTMGXM-XLxCytEr_LtU-xBIf_aYjfrNoZUCZgXTkJcHnup9hlD_L55MMzYa3QvYLVrucn_abE/s640/Ghinarian%252BHills.jpg
Smon: "Yes, he was a great leader. He saved his people many times - and thus preserved us, too."
Sandor Sunneson: Kainos, that the son of the war God?
Smon: The Mountain Lion have fallen back to the north-east slopes of Madcat Vale...
Smon: She nods. "Yes."
chris107: "Aye, Prince Sandor. The son of Ares himself."
Smon: Dyson: "Sounds familiar - I knew the chap! Young fellow, bit over-eager..."
chris107: "That's barely 50 miles from here..."
Sandor Sunneson: I find it odd that such a divinely power can join in such a conflict without interference from other Gods?
Smon: "Had no idea he was a demigod till his eyes started glowing, then one day he was twenty foot tall... Didn't see much of him after that, had to go conquer Acheron or somesuch."
chris107: (Nice one liner from old Dyson Logos )
Smon: cheers
Smon: Meda smiles: "Who is to say others do not ...interfere?"
chris107: "My Lord Hakeem will match steel with him." Says Ursa proudly.
chris107: Looking at Malenn
Smon: Laurana: "They say my brother is the Avatar of Bondorr - he will destroy this Kainos."
Smon: Malenn looks worried. "My husband should not endanger himself needlessly... But we do need to make an example."
chris107: Ursa's prideswells once again in his stinky breast.
chris107: hehe
chris107: "There's naught but Wild Pigs between us and Madcat Vale. Who will stop the Black Sun and where?"
chris107: "Mayeb the banks of the Ceaderwade? But that's too close for comfort."
Smon: Meda: "The Altani horde will gather at Nerra, here in the north-east. They plan to march west through Hara territory and engage them, while the forces of Ghinaria approach from the south."
chris107: "Could we draw them onto the plains then smash them from the north with our Nerathi friends and south with the Gnomes of Ractuan?"
chris107: (Oops, beaten to it, sorry )
Smon: Namelin: "Prince Halvath has sworn revenge on me, for turning to your side. Their first target will be Hara, for sure."
chris107: "And only 40 miles of plain between you..." Says a worried Ursa.
Smon: Malenn: "In two weeks we need to begin gathering the Ghinarian and Vale forces, before the rains end."
chris107: "Any news on where the Slayer is?"
Smon: Meda: "The Gnomes won't leave their Pass. And the Amazons..."
chris107: "Erm, my Lord Hakeem that is.."
Smon: Laurana: "The Amazons must stay to defend Highhaven."
chris107: "And the prophesy?"
Smon: Meda: "Hopefully Hakeem will soon return from Three Sword Isle. Word is he has a seeress with him, a Dr Piercemuller who has strange visions."
Smon: Laurana looks meaningfully at Ursa and shakes her head.
chris107: He looks at his feet, bighting his tongue.
Sandor Sunneson: That can be worked on, I'm sure Rasgar might take up a certain task, what do you think Laurana?
Smon: Namelin: "So, as you know, Hara is well fortified. With Lord Dyson's assistance, we can hold out until help arrives. Our good Nerathi walls are a good place to crush the Black Sun."
chris107: "Our forces are too thinly stretched." says Ursa stroking his beard and looking at themap.
Smon: Laurana glances at Rasgar, chatting to a busty amazon guard, and smiles: "Indeed."
chris107: "We need to martial them within striking distance of Mara but still protect the south.
Sandor Sunneson: We'll chat to him after the Council.
Smon: OOC clearly getting Artemisia some good loving is top priority.
chris107: (You're talking about raping a virgin Queen and ally?)
Sandor Sunneson: OOC If the prophecy about Dagda and the sword didn't come true, why should this one?
chris107: OOC you make a fair point.
Sandor Sunneson: (not raping, seducing)
chris107: (Somantics, she wants to remain a virgin)
Smon: Meda: "Father Thuruar has returned to the Temple of Athena for a ritual that should help ward against the Black Sun's undead... Ursa, were do you suggest our forces muster?"
chris107: "Can we still rely on fast ships?Ones that could navigate the rivers?"
Smon: semantics
Smon: Meda: "We have no ships in Thusia... But I hear the Pirate Sarene has just returned to Ahyf. Her raid on Bisgen was a success, apparently. She has two ships."
chris107: (OOC Great news )
chris107: Ursa has only a fraction of Hakeem's knowledge but he is a seasoned warrior.
Smon: Namelin: "Excellent news! Do we have a report from her?"
Smon: Meda shakes her head. "No, but she has taken much wealth - and slaves."
chris107: The Cedarwade and the Farhills converge at the Korm Basin and will allow us to move our forces quickly if the Black Sun change their attack plans.
chris107: "Is King Rey with us? The Wizards of the Unseen Conclave?"
Smon: Meda: "So, at Cahli, then? Where the ferry affords crossing?"
chris107: "What of Prince Shielbiter's family and the Tiger Clans of the South?"
Smon: "Rey has promised to join us, yes. And he commands the Wizards, though their devotion is less than whole-hearted."
chris107: "Aye m'lady. Though my Lord Hakeem told terrible stories of demons haunting the spot. It is sound tacticaly."
Smon: "I don't think they liked it when I Firestormed them." Meda smiles.
chris107: Teh Ghinorian Lords can muster there easily enough along the coast, so long as thos buggers at Ahyf don't intefere."
Smon: "Shieldbiter holds Trade, with a few Dragonborn. I do not know if his Clan will come north again. They had reason to fight Yusan, but the Black Sun are a long way from Oricha."
chris107: Fro there King Rey's forces can screen the Cederwade, striking North to Hara or holding the river if the Black Sun head for Thusia first."
Smon: ooc 5 min break
chris107: OOC - Diet Coke break!
chris107: Fergus, looks like we are going to be baby sitting up until the war starts
Sandor Sunneson: Chris, I was going to suggest to you, that at somepoint, Sandor would like to use Ursa in getting his Jarldom back, if this is successful, then Sandor would reward Ursa with some land and he could use this as a spot to bring up Hakeem's kid or as a bolthole if it all went well.
Sandor Sunneson: Or would you rather Hakeem's kid stays in Wilderlands world?
chris107: Fergus, I think a lot depends on how the war here ends. If Hakeem and his son are safe, Ursa would be delighted to help Prince Sandor get his Jarldom back
Smon: Malenn looks at the map: "I have experience of over-extended forces... I suggest the best place for the Ghinarians to muster is Trade - that way they don't have to pass Ahyf. Then move in strength to join Rey and the Cedarwade folk at Cahli. From there north to Hara."
chris107: But I think Hassan has his destiny here in the Wilderlands..
Sandor Sunneson: would agree with that, hence why hiding his son on another realm might pull the wool over the eyes of his enemies
chris107: "You are wise Lady Malenn."
chris107: "But Trade is 70 miles from Mara."
Smon: Meda glances over at Sandor, a faraway look in her eyes. "Angelica is dead, Sandor. Time moves on. Solvi of Castellan rules your land now, your brother Ragnar his thane."
chris107: From Kahli our forces can deffend Mara or Thusia with ease...."
chris107: Ursa shuts up, relising he has contradicted his Lord's wife.
Smon: Malenn reddens. "You're right Ursa, I'm sorry, you shouldn't listen to me."
Smon: Namelin grunts: "No harm in mustering at Trade - on their way to Cahli. Those Antillian slavers at Ahyf won't interfere. All they care for is gold - not steel."
chris107: "I am sorry my lady. I would no more cause you grief than cut off my own beard. Please forgive me? I spoke in haste."
Smon: Maleen smiles, reaching out to take Ursa's hand. "Nothing to forgive, good Sir Ursa."
chris107: "Could not the mighty Lord Shieldbiter bring the cuthtoats of Ahyf to heel?"
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor curiously looks a at Meda, hmmmm, interesting,
chris107: "I'd rather not have the slimy bastards, sorry ladies, behind us in a war."
Sandor Sunneson: Looking around the room, Sandor realises that there is nobody in this room bar him that understood that message
chris107: (The wonderfuly enegmatic Lady Meda )
Smon: Meda: "Shieldbiter is fierce indeed... I think that is for he and Hakeem to decide. For now, I will send word to Cahli and to the Lords that Cahli is the mustering point. We will ready an army for Lord Hakeem to command."
Smon: OOC you're outside on the green under a starry sky - no room in the Hall big enough for Dyson!
chris107: "My lady, Won't the salyer have quite a bit on fighting Kainos?"
Smon: Dyson: "And I fancy to see the land awhile - it has been a long time. In a week or so I'll join you at Hara, Lord Bronze, Anna."
Smon: The dragon smiles warmly at Anna Bronze in a way that makes her redden.
Smon: Meda: "Yes, Ursa. He should be at the head of our army when he challenges and defeats the Warbringer. Then our victory will be complete."
Sandor Sunneson: Would you like company or you going to explore at your own pace? Maybe you could drop us off at Highhaven Dyson? Some negativity there needs puts to rest..........
chris107: (Dirty old Dyson, OOC )
chris107: Ursa nods at Meda's words, not daring to question her
Smon: Dyson: "Highhaven? Sure, whereever that is..." Meda looks around, then speaks softly: "The Nerathi priestess Livilla has joined our cause, and told us much of the Black Sun..."
chris107: "The lass from the delves?"
Sandor Sunneson: Can she be trusted?
Smon: "Yes. Since the closing of the Black Sun Gate and their defeats of last year, morale is weakening among the common soldiers, even the priests of Athena-Erathis. I believe she can be trusted..."
Smon: "But she is still here, feel free to speak with her. She says it is fear now that keeps their armies in line - fear of Kainos the Warbringer, and most of all fear of the Necromancer."
Sandor Sunneson: That Butt Crowfinger or whatever he;s called?
Smon: "The Black Sun have resorted to raising armies of Orcs - even Elves from Renth... Yes, the Crowfinger, a Prince of Nerath Restored, as they call it."
Smon: Malenn: "Their supposed High Prince is Halvath Cormarrin, but we believe Boritt is the real power now. While he and Kainos live, we cannot truly defeat them. But without them..."
chris107: "Is there some way we could... maybe King Ray could..." Ursa shuts up (only having heard of King Rey in passing )
Smon: Malenn: "I do not think King Rey would give up the sweet arms of his... wife... for a suicide mission against the Necromancer."
Smon: (Rey is married to a local princess but all know he spends most of his time in bed with Alicia Scarnetti)
chris107: "Lady Meda, my Lord Hakeem will stand against this demi-god without fear. But he has no skill at magic. The Lord Spritual Thurar was always going to aid him in this I believe?"
chris107: (OOC - yeah too much to ask Rey to give up his bit of fluff for a quick assassination:D )
Smon: Meda: "Yes, I believe that is what they are doing at the Temple of the Lady of Wisdom. A great Counterspell against the sorceries of the Black Sun, so that Man and Demigod may contend as equals."
chris107: "Phew"
Smon: Laurana: "They say Hakeem is more than a man, now..." Malenn nods in enthusiastic agreement!
chris107: hehe
Sandor Sunneson: lol
chris107: Ursa looks around for ale, all this thinking and talking makes him thirsty.
Smon: Damne: "If it is decided milords, I shall send the messenger ravens."
Sandor Sunneson: Laurana, when should we depart for Highhaven?
Smon: Meda nods. "Yes, thank you all. Please enjoy my Hall, and the Sun & Stars, as you will."
chris107: "Thank you Lady Meda."
Sandor Sunneson: Thank you for the hospitality
Smon: Laurana looks you over. "You look pretty beat-up.. You could come now, or rest a few days, but be there before a fortnight is out
chris107: "Sandor, call me when it is time to depart. I have urgeant business to attend to at the pub!"
chris107: "You sortout our travel plans!"
Sandor Sunneson: I'm ok, why don't we have a chat with Rasgar first to see if he is keen ?
Sandor Sunneson: Sandor smirks
chris107: Ursa leaves the planning to wise Prince Sandor while he goes and makes a hog of himself.
Sandor Sunneson: Rasgar, Skandik brother
Smon: GM: The meeting breaks up, Ursa retires to the buxom delights of Buedra (the ghul innkeep Davos gives her the night off, after all Ursa & co did save them both from the brigands of the Charmed Grotto!)
Sandor Sunneson: Have you time to chat, me and the lovely Laurana have a favour to ask of you.
Smon: Rasgar is looking after the well-rounded backside of a departing amazon guard with a sigh. He looks up as Sandor & Laurana approach.
Smon: "Aye? A threesome? She's a bit skinny, but..."
Smon: Laurana: "*grrr*"
Sandor Sunneson: Not quite, Laurana, calm down.
chris107:
Sandor Sunneson: Anyway, I'm not sure what you believe about myths, some are to be believed, others aren't.
Sandor Sunneson: Well one of these is about the Amazon Queen, how she is going to die
Smon: Rasgar: "I've seen plenty of things you'd not believe... And some you were there with me!"
Smon: "Go on..."
Sandor Sunneson: as the dark side are looking for a Virgin to sacrafice
Smon: Laurana: "Specifically, a Virgin Queen."
Sandor Sunneson: So we were thinking, you as a charming Skandik could shall we say, take her virginity, and then well she ain't a virgin anymore
Smon: Rasgar: "Well Meda's safe, I heard she used to shag old Lord Arkonos of Sceros..."
Smon: Rasgar looks over at Meda heading in with Damne, her skin slightly green in the pale moonlight.
Smon: "But I guess I could give it a go..."
Sandor Sunneson: The only issue is she is so convinced that she is going to die, its her destinty blah blah blah, that negativity is now more on her mind than positivity, and that is impacting the morale of the Amazons
Smon: Laurana: "No. Queen Artemisia of Highhaven."
Sandor Sunneson: sorry Laurana, I get confused between all the tribes of this realm, too many.
chris107: (Come on Fergus, If you're going to arrange a rape, get the right victim! )
Smon: (OOC you just said Amazon Queen so Rasgar, simple chap, assumed the one in front of him)
Smon: Rasgar scratches his chin. "You want me to shag Queen Artemisia, the blondie? Nice looker."
Smon: "How much do I get paid?"
Sandor Sunneson: You get to take the virginity of a Queen, think of the prestige of that, not even money could buy that.
Smon: "And she's going to let me? Hasn't she got a hundred amazon guards ready to cut my balls off?"
Sandor Sunneson: The boys round here would have a new respect for you.
Smon: Rasgar: "If you have a plan how this is going to work, let's hear it."
Sandor Sunneson: We're going to chat to her to try and get rid of this negative mood she's in,
Sandor Sunneson: and then hopefully you charm your way in and the rest is history, that right Laurana?
Smon: From the open window of an upstairs room in the Sun & Stars the sound of Ursa & Buedra's merrimaking drifts across the green...
chris107: (Like something from a Benny Hill sketch)
Smon: Laurana looks Rasgar up and down. "Well I suppose he does look a *bit* like Hakeem... in the right light... if you squint."
Sandor Sunneson: Glad I'm not being forced to watch that
Smon: Rasgar: "Oi! I'm way better looking than him! Better fighter, too!" he sounds indignant.
Sandor Sunneson: what is Rasgar's charisma?? Would hope that it would be fairly high, that both Sandor and Lauarana think him up to the task
Smon: "I killed that Worm just today!"
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLz1TiAh6fp0k2bYmAoZmkcMl4UcTX8XYAuMCFVy7D2517hXTo1i56CmBFvXGO7nibvkM-r1HTD4JSjgEYCjs69tJ4clklib7PjOrG0-bIvLmx4zUUqZs-Kzak6hMCGXNMmxswbroBfc/s400/Rasgar1.jpg
Smon: CHA 12
Sandor Sunneson: ok, lol, I pictured something a bit more Skandik
Smon: Laurana: "Well then, should be easy, right?"
Smon: It's hot down here.
Smon: (even in Ossary the big Skandik realm it's hot - think Normans in Sicily)
Smon: (their original homeland is under an ice sheet east of Valon)
Sandor Sunneson: If we leave in the mornning then, hopefully our little Dwarven friend will be refreshed and we can head for Highhaven
Sandor Sunneson: Time is against us, as we need to be back here for the muster
chris107: Ursa will be ready and able when the call comes
Smon: Rasgar looks thoughtful. "Okay then... I'll persuade Lord Bronze he needs to stick with the Dragon that's taking you there. That way I come too..."
Smon: "Never seen an all-amazon village before. Bet it stinks of Griffon!"
Smon: Laurana scowls: "It's very nice."
Smon: OOC ending shortly, flagging in heat
Smon: "Oh, Ursa! Oh! Oh!"
chris107: hehe
8:46pm 2017-6-19 Jame Rowe Has exited the room
chris107: Fergus, check your private messages
Smon: Rasgar listens to the sound, brightening. "Tomorrow night that'll be me and your Queen!"
Sandor Sunneson: We need to chat to her first, if we don't get her out of negativity mode, then I don't think it's worth it.
chris107: OOC - hris107: You don't think arranging the rape of the virgin Queen of one of our greatest allies by the Bodyguard of another of our greatest allies, pretending to be my character is a bad idea and may just start a war between Mara and Highhaven, just when we need the unity most? chris107: and may just grt our ball chopped off by the 100 amazon guards too?
Smon: "Okay, whatever. I'm gonna go chat up that Damne, she acts all frigid but you know what they say..."
Smon: Rasgar heads into Meda's Hall.
Sandor Sunneson: Laurana, maybe this is stupid,
Smon: Laurana eyes Sandor. "Maybe."
chris107: Your call then my friend
Sandor Sunneson: I don't think we should, lets focus on the negativty, one step at a time#
chris107: As always, Ursa will follow your lead
Smon: "Or it could be just what Artemisia needs... She's been broody ever since the battle last year, where I killed my father Yusan. She saw my brother, Hakeem... He has Malenn, he's not interested. So... maybe that oaf is just what she needs."
chris107: But in a league table of really bad ideas..
chris107: That's at about number 3
Smon: OOC Artemesia fancies Hakeem but Hakeem only fancies Malenn.
Sandor Sunneson: I don't know the girl, maybe if we sell it to her from that position, well you never know.....
chris107: OOC - This is true.
Sandor Sunneson: A royal blind date
chris107: OOC - Like I say Fergus, happy to play it your way.
Smon: OOC ok stopping there.
chris107: blind rape
chris107: a royal blind rape
Smon: OOC You really need Bill around, he's always excellent w the politics.
Sandor Sunneson: cool, cheers Simon,
Sandor Sunneson:
Sandor Sunneson: not even a di cast in combat tonight
chris107: Thanks Simon, can't have been easy in this heat.
Smon: Although the 'mature themes' are a concern.
Smon: cheers guys, fun to do the r/p but my shoulder hurts fr all the typing!
chris107: Cheers Fergus, you have had me in stitches! great game
Smon: I'll post log
Sandor Sunneson: Not really something we can continue on the Ghanarian Hills thread either
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