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Annie1227
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Annie paid for the beers and said,"Yes, I am very young to travel on my own but I am traveling with a group of people. Yes she has blue hair. Oh really? When did the Time Mage got attacked? Are you sure it was was that Demigod? Was as anyone injured or killed? How much damage? That's good news that the Mister Sage sent the monster on his way. What else is going on?"

Judy didn't react to the pinch on the check. Then said as she took the fruit,"we are not a one of those demon-loving types and not a couple. We just travieling together and with a group. Thanks for the fruit. Do you have any food to sell?" She also been waiting for Zed to answer her question. -Dances-

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Rovaan had listened long enough to the old man prattle on. Something in his gut told him something was not quite right about the old man and Rovaan couldn't shake that feeling. There were things this man had said that only the ones in the tavern where the adventure began would have known or so Rovaan thought. But still it seemed to be more than just coincidence that the old man knew these things. Someone had told him but who.

Rovaan's unease only grew when the old man mentioned the possibility that Etheldredda was manipulating them all. But that didn't make sense one bit. The worry in Etheldredda's voice, the shear hatred coming off her at the mention of the hags....nothing added up. This old man had to be sent from the hags to disrupt the group's plans he had to be it was the only conclusion that seemed to make sense. Rovaan's muscles tensed as well as his own unease only continues to grow, but he did not let it show. But it was Rovaan's turn to get in on the conversation but, as Rovaan was about to make his move and question the old man, Joric beat him to it. But even after he asked his question, Rovaan moved to back the dwarf and add a question of his own.

''Yes.....why didn't the Guildmaster mention you? Further more, just what do you know of the hags plans?'' asked Rovaan, raising an eyebrow in the shadows of his hood as he followed up Joric's question with his own.

~ What I wouldn't give to have the power of telepathy right now to confer with Joric. ~ Rovaan thought to himself. ~ I think he is just as uneasy as I am about how coincidental this man's arrival and words seem. *

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The Stowaways

This time the grandfather did show recognition of Joric's pun, and rewarded it with rather a disapproving look. If one was paying enough attention, it might have looked as though his fingers were tightening their grip on his walking staff...

"No idea," he responded gruffly to the dwarf's question. "Seeing as you've yet to get his name right, I'd hazard a guess at you not being well enough acquainted to be privy to such information."

Turning next to Rovaan, the pensioner couldn't help but notice the quizzical eyebrow that the man had raised, despite the fact someone so ancient surely couldn't have eyesight so strong as to perceive this slight change, obscured somewhat by a head garment no less.

"Enough," he said curtly, drawing himself up to his full height as though growing wary. "Twice I've dealt with hags, and neither memory was pleasant. At first I took the pair of you for villains, though perhaps you're just fools." His right hand went to his pocket whilst his left held the staff- despite having been leaning on it heavily earlier, the stranger seemed quite capable of keeping himself upright and balanced now. Out of a pocket came a coin, which he flicked towards the two.

It came clattering on the ground between them, a coin made of brass. On the one side was depicted a luxurious building with great doors and polished roof tiles, the other had the unmistakable face of Monsieur Federico Ricardo. Some said, (though not in front of the guildmaster, of course,) that the commemorative coins he gave out to Champions Guild members were originally meant to have the man's face on both sides, but the coin-wright refused to mint it.

Still, possession of the coin meant either that this man was a member of the Champions Guild like Joric, or else had murdered someone to get there coin. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

03-Nov-2015 23:23:58

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"I don't come down from my tower for any old reason," he informed them both. "I heard there was a child goddess, and laughed it off as local superstition. Then I heard that ogres were forming kingdoms in the east, and called it peculiar. Then the Champions Guild was destroyed- a tragic loss, but nothing more. Shortly after I received a raven from Federico, explaining that an elder demon had been summoned. That's when I knew."

He opened his arms apart- standing firmly on his feet as his staff went one way and his hand the other, palm open, in a sign of surrender.

"Events such as this can happen- but not in so short a sequence. No, this has all been orchestrated by someone, or some ones . Shortly after I left my home I heard that it had been assaulted by that accursed fiend Soahc, and travelling here I've found out that the pyromistress has been spotted in Selathon once again. Now Federico tells me the hags are trying to summon one of the most powerful creatures on the planet. There's too much, it's too coincidental. I am here to teach the girl Annie Wells how to control her magic, but I came because I recognised the signs. If you truly seek to stop the hags, and more importantly, whoever is manipulating them, then you want me on your side."


The Local Pub

"I wish I could go out and travel," the barwoman said wistfully, looking dramatically off into the distance as she imagined some far-off place. She snapped out of it when Annie asked her other questions, though spared a moment to stare at Siera once more and mouth 'blue hair!'.

"This'll be about a month or so ago," she said with a shrug that showed she didn't really have a clue. "And I'm sure it was him, there isn't any other demigods running around, is there?" She slapped her thigh and laughed at that. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

03-Nov-2015 23:24:14

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"No one's hurt, as far as I'm aware, but no one's seen the time mage since," the woman scowled as a drunk patron spilt his beer on the surface she just cleaned, and went about cleaning the same spot again, though this time with more aggression in her strokes.

"Nothing much else, really. Things seem to have gotten a bit boring around here, to tell you the truth. There's that old forest in the east, Milkyor or whatever it's called, the one that's said to be haunted by witches and ghouls and whatnot. But there's been no reported attacks, kidnappings, sightings or anything by the surrounding villages for a few months now! Whoever lives there must'** gone on holiday, or have found themselves a new hobby. I think we're well rid of all those old hags, personally."

Another patron called her over from the other side of the bar, and the barwoman wandered off once again to serve them, leaving Annie to ponder over what was just said, or to report back to Siera.


Food Forage

"No, of course you're not dear," purred out the old woman, bowing submissively to her comments. "I'm afraid I have no other food for sale, but if you're hungry I suppose I could spare another for your friend," and with that she plopped another apple into Judy's hands and scarpered away, quick as a cat.

In the distance, the town crier was still sounding his cow bell and shouting to the high heavens.

"Soahc the accursed, Soahc the sacker! Those who meet him face certain death, but are not permitted to die- they rise again to turn upon their friends! There is only one thing to do! Please write to your local councillors and members of parliament or state representatives, letting them know your thoughts and feelings on the matter! You really can make a difference!"

With the day dragging on, the stalls were starting to come to a close. Those that were makeshift were being carried away, those more stably built were being unburdened of their unsold hauls. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

03-Nov-2015 23:24:24

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The fishmongers were throwing their now foul-smelling produce to the ground for mangy cats to fight over, whilst others charitably left behind a few bits and pieces they were not wanting to take home, so that any passer-by might claim them for their own. But with the marketplace winding down, there seemed little reason to be there still, though whether one wanted to head back to the bread and breakfast they were staying the night in or wanted to explore the town more was up to the discretion of Judy and Zed.


The Road North

The man had little chance to say much of anything before Spirry the Newborn yet ancient demon plummeted into the gaping maw in the earth, down into the shadows and the deeps. The darkness was near instantaneous in its swallowing of all light around, though to one with extrasensory abilities such as the demon this would cause little issue. The going was steep, so steep that anyone on foot would most certainly plummet to an untimely end- but Spirry of course had wings, and therefore was well made to enter into the Bowels of the Earth.

The passageway twisted and turned with vainglorious purpose. There was something about the walls and the ceiling and the walkway, something precise about it, that gave the indication that this was no simple natural occurrence, but that something had crawled its way towards the core of the earth, or else, that something had tried to escape. Deeper and deeper it went, strange sounds, unnatural even in to this unnatural world of beasts and magic, echoed from the very depths, from the source of this darkness.

Soon, if Spirry chose to continue on his path, soon it would reach a great opening, like it had stumbled upon a subterranean world. Bioluminescent fungi clung to the ceiling like green sky, and below the grass grew a pale blue, as though it was ill. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

03-Nov-2015 23:24:34

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On the far side of the cavern, there was another cave entrance, so similar to the one that Spirry had so recently entered through that were it no for the different surroundings, any observant man would peg them as the same. Lying betwixt the demon and this second entrance was two great nests, made up of some sort of vine and bramble that surely must have come from deeper within the cave system, atop which sat eggs larger than a fist.

And betwixt the nests and the second cave mouth, were things .

They were no beast that walked this earth, or else they had not walked this earth for over a hundred thousand years. Their skin was scaled, reptilian, though they stood upon two powerful hind legs in a grotesque mockery of humanity. Their front legs were short enough that it would be more reasonable to call them arms, dangerously sharp and clawed, and their mouths were hosts to a thousand razor-sharp teeth. Three of them were in the cavern, and all three noticed the disturbance in unison. With their long tails behind them they must have been near seven-feet long, and were as tall as a man too.

One opened its mouth, the alpha, and a peculiar, high-pitched, otherworldly bark emanated from deep within its gullet. The other two, hearing the call, took it for an order and began stalking forwards... Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

03-Nov-2015 23:24:43

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Joric Ironfist

Joric paused for a few moments as he considered the implications of what the wizard said. That coin... either he was in the Guild or he had killed one of those members. Anyone they were working with could be in on some great big conspiracy - but if that was true, how was this random stranger any more trustworthy? And more importantly, the fact that he had been saying Frederico's name incorrectly this entire time and nobody had said a word.

Perhaps this was all the old man's speculation? Nothing he had said was proven fact, although there was clearly something deeper going on here. Maybe Etheldredda wasn't an agent of the hags, and was being manipulated just like the rest of them, if they were being manipulated at all.

The dwarf picked up the coin and turned it over in his hands. It looked authentic, he had to give him that. Then, he tossed it back to the old man.

"Alright." He finally said. "But be warned - I can coin even more jokes than this!"

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Brodu*

As Brodus ascended the tower, his eyes focused upwards, something occurred to him.

This village had way too many defenses. Sure, the extra guards made sense - there was a demi-god and an army of darkness going on a rampage - but these walls weren't built overnight. They had to have been here long before any of this.

So why was some seemingly random village in the middle of nowhere so heavily fortified?

Suddenly, he sensed a disturbance. And immediately after, he had lost connection with the spirit archer atop the tower. He mentally willed the remaining follower to move faster, causing the pulley to rise quicker than it would have done otherwise.

Just then he spotted the air elemental fly off the tower and set its gaze directly on him. It prepared itself for an attack and Brodus immediately recognized its intent. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

03-Nov-2015 23:56:16 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2015 00:11:14 by NotFishing

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Whether it would aim for him or his ghost-mercenary, it didn't matter. Either way, he was a sitting duck.

With the grace of a butterfly (surprising given his heavy armor), Brodus leaped upwards and grabbed onto the edge of a wall, just as the elemental's hands snapped the ropes and sent the platform plummeting to the ground. At the same time, Brodus lost the connection to his other minion.

The sound of Brodus's sword landing on the stone had alerted the archers. And the knight had let go in order to better hoist himself up. By the time they had recovered from the initial shock, Brodus had already gotten one knee up.

Then one archer quickly reacted. Picking up the blade, he swung it downwards at Brodus, attempting to kill the man with his own sword!

The weapon stopped in mid-air, and the archer froze, a shocked expression on his face. The sword answered only to Brodus, and would never harm him until he lay dead and a more worthy master held it in his or her hands.

Getting back up on his feet, Brodus punched the man in the face with a gauntlet-covered fist. Then he yanked the sword from his hands and threw him off the wall, sending him screaming to the ground below.

The other archer had drawn his bow, but there was little he could do with it at this distance save bring it up to block Brodus's overhead swing. The sword cleaved right through the bow and into the poor guard's skull, absorbing his soul.

Then Brodus pulled the weapon free and turned to face the elemental, readying himself for the next attack.

Unbeknownst to Brodus, upon absorbing that last soul a tiny crack had formed on the small skull set in the sword's crossguard. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

04-Nov-2015 00:10:56 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2015 00:55:32 by NotFishing

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