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Makashal shrugged. "Unless he's cast off that heavy wing, he won't be listening to us.” But Meka observed his lower ushered tone, “The flock won’t put up with much more, mark my words. People being sent off god knows where to never return. It’s a sad time.”
Shaking his head. Then brightened, “But it is good for business, adventurers abound!”
“Until your tavern closes down Master.” She said grimly. She grabbed the broom and began her sweeping as silence fell between them until she came to rest up against the bar black beady eyes meeting the crimson hue of her masters.

“Makashal.” She began seriously, “There is other talk, too – talk of the end of days. Armies amassing to the south for a final push against the Night Serpent. And there are these strange, hooded folks who have begun wreaking havoc in my homelands to the east.”
Makashal looked at the seventeen-year-old Kenku fondly, reaching out a talon to pat her cheek. Even if she were a slave, he’d been a father too her, ever since her egg had been captured during the uprising.

“War. Bah.” He replied, “There is always talk of war, but we have neither witnessed nor spoken of it. What we have heard is that the Horrors have been held back in the Southern Reaches and heroes across the world snuff out whatever horror that snake spawns beyond the frontlines. There is nothing to fear child.”

“I don’t know.” Meka replied sheepishly, “I-“

The door opened.

17-Dec-2017 00:23:44

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Chris Cook9

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Both startled turned to the door in alarm. They had heard neither the wing beat of approaching Raptoran or steps of flightless and that was uncanny! The Tavern was built high in the branches of the largest tree in the canyon, with stairs running around it and a single creaking suspension bridge connecting it to the Raptoran mountain dwellings.
But neither heard this Raptoran, nor recongised him as he stood in the doorway with remarkable emerald wings, leaning upon an old worn stick he peered around the Inn. His hawkish amber eyes visible beneath a tattered hood of the Seekers, “Can I help you, Master Seeker?” Meka asked the stranger, exchanging a worried glance with her master. Was this individual one of the individuals she had heard about?

“Uhm…” The Raptoran replied sounding uncertain of himself, “Are you Open?” He added
“Well…” Meka hesitated

“Certainly,” Makashal interrupted, extending his arms welcomingly, “Come in, Green-Feather, Meka. Find our guest a chair. He must be tired after the flight.”

“Flight?” He scratched the back of his neck pulling down the hood while he glanced back, and then nodded, “Oh yes… of course flight. Several days now.” He stumbled inside, making a playful swipe at Meka with his walking stick. “Continue your work my Lady. I can find my own chair and seating arrangements thank you.”

With a shrug Meka went back to sweeping with her broom, keeping one eye on the individual who now stood in the centre of the room, surveying the chamber as if to confirm the location of each individual table. The common room was large and oval shaped, wrapping around the trunk of the tree, it’s smaller limbs spindled to support the floor beneath their feet. There was only one piece of stonework in the entire structure, a fireplace located to the far left.

Turning to an Owl on his shoulder he spoke in soft whispers to the creature seemingly satisfied with the arrangements, turning his eyes from one side of the room to another.

17-Dec-2017 00:24:22

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Chris Cook9

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Then, to Meka’s amazement, he suddenly tapped his stick against the floor a force of wind surge in through the doorway runes and glyphs forming beneath the furniture as it began to re-arrange itself!

Meka stopped sweeping and leaned back against the table as a chair was flung past narrowly missing her beak, “What are you doing, that chair has always been there!”

An old padded leather chair had sat on the other side of the room and was now shoved up against the side of the fireplace, along with a long oaken table, right across from the fire pit. Then stepped back to admire his work.

“There.” He sighed, “It’s supposed to be closer to the firepit. Now bring me 5 more chairs.” The Raptoran demanded pulling out a notebook and settling down into the only leather seat still talking to the Sovereign owl perched on his shoulder. How painful it must have been having those talons digging into his flesh. She turned to Makashal ready to protest but he seemed bemused and turned back to the kitchen waving his wing, “He’s harmless,” He chirped, “Let him do what he wants - within reason. Maybe he is throwing a party?”
“Very good, now bring me one more chair and put it right over there, in the shadowy corner.” He pointed to a corner in full blown light she blinked, “It isn’t shadowy, it is in full sunlight!” She rebuked.

“Ah but tonight it will be, when the fire is lit, won’t it?” He replied cheerfully. “I-I suppose.” The Kenku stammered. “Now hop to it.” He gestured to her. As she gathered everything together she asked, “Are you having a party Emerald-Feather?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment then the owl bit him on the ear and snapping his attention onto the Kenku he replied, “Yes dear, this will be a party the likes of which the world has never seen and oh yes, my name is Sorey Windspeaker. So be ready.
Now please a mug of ale.”

17-Dec-2017 00:25:31

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Chris Cook9

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-Seven Days Prior-

Life of an adventurer is one of constant challenge and hardship, but even so the work had become extremely profitable as of late and you find yourselves attracting contracts from nearly every village or town you come across. Many however, are mundane and there is little glory to be claimed from dealing with banditry or the occasional weak Horror blighting nearby towns. Each night you camp beneath the lingering darkness of the midnight skies whether with in the company of friends or fellow adventurers such as yourself something peculiar has stalked you for days.

A lone owl of black and flocculate spotted feathers appears every night watching over you, they observe every action both good and evil until on the seventh day it pecks at the window or hoots you out of a slumber seeking your undivided attention. Before you are able to strike or shoo the persistent creature away it drops a scroll case and disappeared into the night.

Opening this case, you find a letter addressed remarkably to you by name;

“We live in a time of great heroes, yet our world is dying.

As you know, eight years ago the Night Serpent entered our world through a tear between our realities. Its power rivalled that of our own gods, spawning horrors across the land that forced us to unite in order to secure the survival of our species.

When the gods fell it proved a harsh lesson, exposing their hubris. And our weaknesses. We cannot make that same mistake again.

The rumours are true, General Valk is gathering all our forces to the South in preparation for one final strike against Dendar. He believes she has weakened beneath our recent victories at the Battle of Broken Bastion. I have reason to believe our victories are merely a matter of her gathering strength as she turns her eyes towards our sun...

17-Dec-2017 00:27:18

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Chris Cook9

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His assault will inevitably fail and doom the world, instead I believe the keys to our future lie in the past. You may have heard of the Satorian’s or the Vaults that have recently resurfaced across the world, I have been reassured by reliable sources who cannot be mentioned in the contents of this letter that this is no coincidence and that they have a part to play in saving us from this cancerous blight.

It is not a task I can achieve alone. I have acquired a vessel and gathered the brightest minds both scientifically and militarily to travel further than we ever have before, of which you are amongst them. The dangers are many. Not all of us will return. Accepting defeat in what others claim to be insurmountable odds is not an option.

Should you choose to join me on this journey you will find me at the Twin Eagles Peak Tavern on the night of summer solstice, that should be seven days from now where we will discuss any terms or conditions you wish to see fulfilled.

Sorey Windspeaker
Seeker, Seven Kingdom Remnant

17-Dec-2017 00:27:46

George Rozas

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Grog didn't know where he was.

This happened from time to time... Which actually meant it happened more often than not. Grog was never much of a navigator, the geography of the world a thing understood by more learned men - an education the Orc had gone without. Since leaving the mountains he had called home for so many years the young Orc had traveled in a rather straightforward manner, effectively moving in what amounted to a straight line until he came across an obstacle he couldn't simply power his way through. Like walls, or really high cliffs.

Rivers were still up for debate.

Now he had found himself within sight of a really big tree - one that kind of looked like it had a house built into it. There were also a bridge attached to it, leading across to what looked like a bunch of structures on the tops of the high cliffs surrounding the big tree. How exactly Grog came to find himself here was a question he could in fact answer, even with excellent detail, if you considered 'walked through woods, climbed cliff, turned left and went around bigger cliiff' the sort of detail that would help someone figure out his route.

There were people around that reminded Grog of birds. He had seen them before, during his wandering, but never knew what they were called - so naturally they were just bird-people to Grog. Some of them stared. That was okay, Grog got stared at a lot - it was normal. Grog always tried to stare back, as a show of friendliness, but it was hard to stare at lots of people all in different directions, plus whenever Grog looked at someone to stare they would always stop staring. Except one time where the man who stared got angry and tried to hit him.

Grog didn't get why. Still beat him up though.

" Bird-man, where Grog? " The Orc had approached a brown feathered bird man who had been staring at him since he arrived at wherever he was, looking down at the far smaller avian individual whose eyes had widened sharply. Said bird-man didn't really I am Inferi.

17-Dec-2017 02:29:10

George Rozas

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think to correct Grog's somewhat rude reference to his species, being a bit more concerned that there was a towering Orc built like a boulder staring down at him. Before he was even able to formulate a reply, however, Grog added a second question. " What way Grog go for Grog find... " He paused, brow furrowing slightly in thought. Notably, there was a scroll case sticking out of the back of fhis trousers. " ...Two Bird Beak Tavern? "

Well... He almost remembered it. I am Inferi.

17-Dec-2017 02:29:14

Inferi

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“

It seems that is the destination, my friend. A pity, as it also seems you cannot accompany me to this meeting.

”

The spoken words of the miniature rider were met with little more than a snort from the pony he was seated upon, yet it drew a quiet laugh from the rider as well. A few eyes followed the unlikely pair as they moved slowly down the path and towards the tree that housed their destination. Even more looks were drawn by the ongoing conversation between the tiny rider and the just as small pony, although if any were held it was because of the bizarre image that the pair projected.

With his hood down, the little kobold made no attempts to hide what he was, and that was perhaps one of the reasons it looked so strange. Kobolds weren’t the type of creatures to ride ponies, much less talk to them in the common tongue with hardly any accent. Add in that he carried no weapon and was on his own, and it was a very strange picture indeed.

Yet because of that, he hardly got any trouble. A lone kobold wasn’t something anyone would see as threatening, particularly in the middle of somewhat unfamiliar territory. Anyone that cared to look seemed to be content to simply let him ride along, taking the time to look around and admire the scenery. Eagle’s Peak wasn’t somewhere he had been before, and although he had read about it in passing the actual place was much more interesting than the printed word regarding it.

It had been a surprise, receiving the scroll case several days before. He had tried to communicate with the owl briefly before it had dropped the scroll to him, and although he was always disappointed when any creature chose not to speak he understood once the letter’s contents had become clear. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Dec-2017 03:49:49

Inferi

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There were some doubts in his mind about how great the minds involved were, as he was essentially an unknown to the world and doubted his own intellect was even half as great as so many others, but seeing that there was such a threat to the world piqued his interest. Whether this was a hypothesis founded upon actual fact, or the ramblings of yet another doomsayer, he wanted to see for himself. Should it be the former, there was no reason not to assist, for he loved this world and had no desire to see it end.

Besides, the Vaults were something of a fascination of his, although not one that he had ever taken the time to investigate personally. The dangers involved had kept him away, and his research was able to progress just as well from within a library as out in a Vault. There were too many things to cover, and in the recent years he had eschewed field work in favor of the theoretical. Much of that time was spent learning languages, but that was simply what one had to do in order to read many of the older texts.

The tree in question, his destination, had been in the sights of the kobold for some time now. He already knew where he needed to go, as he had asked for directions several days ago. He hadn’t been expecting to get a full set of directions to the Tavern, but as he had, it made life more simple and made it easier to simply navigate to where he needed to go.

The sun was climbing ever higher in the sky, but since there was still time before he needed to arrive there had been no reason to rush his way through. It would be difficult to push through anything anyways, even if he actually needed to, as the combined height of kobold and pony wasn’t even as tall as some of the taller birdfolk. Not that it bothered him, of course; he had no need to be forceful, not when in the company of those he liked to think were friendly. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Dec-2017 03:50:00

Inferi

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As the pair approached even closer, a slightly strange sight came into view: an orc towering over one of the birdfolk. It didn’t appear confrontational, and as Ak’syisi drew closer he could hear the orc’s voice asking for what seemed to be directions. Although the name seemed unfamiliar, what did seem familiar was the scroll case the kobold could see in the back of the orc’s trousers. It seemed to be the same one that he had, and by the way the orc spoke it was easy to guess the mistake that was being made.

The pony whinnied quietly, and the kobold nodded.

“

Yes, I agree. Stop there, if you would.

”

Making his way over to where the conversation was taking place, the pony came to a halt, and the kobold spoke up, his voice slightly high-pitched and squeaky like the rest of his kin. While he didn’t speak loudly, it was loud enough to hopefully be heard.

“

Excuse me. Are you looking for the Twin Eagle’s Peak Tavern? Something about a meeting today?

” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Dec-2017 03:50:08

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