West Marches - Between Friends
It is midmorning, the guild hall at the Forks is already coming to life, Riders are attending to supplies, equipment, the smell of Cecil cooking bacon wafts through the halls.
But in the far wing of rooms, Sedriks' door is closed and silent. The bard having been carried there after the magical exertion of opening a gateway between trees. Lute prowls outside the door, occasionally scratching at the wood to no avail.
Showing posts with label Azais. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Azais. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
West Marches - The Search for Ioleth
West Marches - The Search for Ioleth
The three riders sat at a darkened table in a nearby tavern hardly touching their now warm ales; Azais monitoring the stable hand and his master down yet another round of whiskey.
Sedriks has a notebook out, ostensibly working on new music pieces, but Quiz and Azais could see the bard was scrawling notations between the notes, keeping track of the exact wording the travelers used and charting in rest beats for how long a distance they had traveled.
The three riders sat at a darkened table in a nearby tavern hardly touching their now warm ales; Azais monitoring the stable hand and his master down yet another round of whiskey.
Sedriks has a notebook out, ostensibly working on new music pieces, but Quiz and Azais could see the bard was scrawling notations between the notes, keeping track of the exact wording the travelers used and charting in rest beats for how long a distance they had traveled.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
West Marches - Leaving the Delve
West Marches - Leaving the Delve
Azais trails Sedriks closely as the small gathering of whiskey riders and dwarves disperses. After the events of the evenings lost souls and twisted magic, people were thankfully distracted by their own thoughts. “Not like you to keep souvenirs” she inclined her head to the small bag of steel-briar seeds. Sedriks had requested. “Planning on walking in Mareen’s footsteps?”
"These?" Sedriks holds up the small leather pouch, "Nay. They are a tree I know well. From my father's estate. Similar to tha' one deep in that dwarven manor. I dinnae expect to e'er see the like again. Ye' think me sentimental?"
“Oh I would never” she teased playfully.
"Hah, aye perish the thought." A rueful, and these days infrequent smile flits the Bard's lips.
Azais trails Sedriks closely as the small gathering of whiskey riders and dwarves disperses. After the events of the evenings lost souls and twisted magic, people were thankfully distracted by their own thoughts. “Not like you to keep souvenirs” she inclined her head to the small bag of steel-briar seeds. Sedriks had requested. “Planning on walking in Mareen’s footsteps?”
"These?" Sedriks holds up the small leather pouch, "Nay. They are a tree I know well. From my father's estate. Similar to tha' one deep in that dwarven manor. I dinnae expect to e'er see the like again. Ye' think me sentimental?"
“Oh I would never” she teased playfully.
"Hah, aye perish the thought." A rueful, and these days infrequent smile flits the Bard's lips.
Friday, November 23, 2018
West Marches - Friends on The Dock
West Marches - Friends On The Dock
Azais and Sedriks are wandering the vast docks in Soulbrook, watching ships unload various sized crates and cages. The sun is uncomfortably hot for Azais' liking, thankfully the salty breeze helped take the edge off.
Azais and Sedriks are wandering the vast docks in Soulbrook, watching ships unload various sized crates and cages. The sun is uncomfortably hot for Azais' liking, thankfully the salty breeze helped take the edge off.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
West Marches - Gilham Magic
West Marches - Gilham Magic
There is a sub-basement room in Gilham Manor, the Whiskey Riders' new outpost in Sou'Brook, that most of the Riders don't know about yet. When they were clearing out the years of junk and making it livable, Quiz found the servants door to the underground cellar and decided to not mention it to the group.
Quiz now stands in the room, manipulating a ball of glowing light in his tiny hands. It fills the space with orange-red shadows and beams. He tosses the ball to the figure near him. "Catch it."
Sedriks' reflexes are instant and fingers snap upwards, but the ball shifts harmlessly through, ghostlike and insubstantial.
Azais playfully laughs from the stairwell. Quiz shakes his head, snaps his fingers, and the ball of light flies back to his palm. "It's not so much grabbing it as it is... you need to grab the space around it."
Sedriks focuses, thinking and hooking his thumbs into his armor, steadying his breathing.
"Hold it without holding it," Quiz continues. "Your hand isn't carrying weight; it's carrying a map for the light." He throws the ball again.
There is a sub-basement room in Gilham Manor, the Whiskey Riders' new outpost in Sou'Brook, that most of the Riders don't know about yet. When they were clearing out the years of junk and making it livable, Quiz found the servants door to the underground cellar and decided to not mention it to the group.
Quiz now stands in the room, manipulating a ball of glowing light in his tiny hands. It fills the space with orange-red shadows and beams. He tosses the ball to the figure near him. "Catch it."
Sedriks' reflexes are instant and fingers snap upwards, but the ball shifts harmlessly through, ghostlike and insubstantial.
Azais playfully laughs from the stairwell. Quiz shakes his head, snaps his fingers, and the ball of light flies back to his palm. "It's not so much grabbing it as it is... you need to grab the space around it."
Sedriks focuses, thinking and hooking his thumbs into his armor, steadying his breathing.
"Hold it without holding it," Quiz continues. "Your hand isn't carrying weight; it's carrying a map for the light." He throws the ball again.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
West Marches - Winter and Wood
West Marches - Winter and Wood
Azais sits on a slightly damp fallen tree just outside the camp, close enough to see the hut but far enough away for privacy. Focusing on nothing in particular, she continues to play with a small collection of continuously crystallising and melting snow flakes in a spot on the ground between her Ashwire boots. Ha…her boots, "What an annoying predicament these beauties have gotten me into hey grandma…"she laughs to herself. The thought was merely fleeting though, as she continues to make the ice and snow dance, for the majority of her attention was still upon the small wooden shard in her left hand. It slightly tingles her fingertips as she passes it back and forth between them. Perhaps it's because she is more attune to the sensation than last night, or perhaps it's because she is closer to tree line…she quickly glances up as she though she saw something move - just a rat in the roots of a far off tree... but the feeling is much stronger than last night
Azais: "There is more to this shard than an ordinary tree…" she thinks to herself "…nothing in the Fellwoods is as innocent as it seems."
As she raises her head the ring of crudely etched runes to her left from the LeShock ritual catches her eye. "Ah yes, another venture to solve, but not until I am somewhere with books and the learned." She casts the task aside for a later time when she can seek answers to these seemingly endless string of questions and troubles.
Azais sits on a slightly damp fallen tree just outside the camp, close enough to see the hut but far enough away for privacy. Focusing on nothing in particular, she continues to play with a small collection of continuously crystallising and melting snow flakes in a spot on the ground between her Ashwire boots. Ha…her boots, "What an annoying predicament these beauties have gotten me into hey grandma…"she laughs to herself. The thought was merely fleeting though, as she continues to make the ice and snow dance, for the majority of her attention was still upon the small wooden shard in her left hand. It slightly tingles her fingertips as she passes it back and forth between them. Perhaps it's because she is more attune to the sensation than last night, or perhaps it's because she is closer to tree line…she quickly glances up as she though she saw something move - just a rat in the roots of a far off tree... but the feeling is much stronger than last night
Azais: "There is more to this shard than an ordinary tree…" she thinks to herself "…nothing in the Fellwoods is as innocent as it seems."
As she raises her head the ring of crudely etched runes to her left from the LeShock ritual catches her eye. "Ah yes, another venture to solve, but not until I am somewhere with books and the learned." She casts the task aside for a later time when she can seek answers to these seemingly endless string of questions and troubles.
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
West Marches - Whiskey and Plots
West Marches - Whiskey and Plots
Sedriks walks up, a young boar slung over his shoulders still twitching. Azais is sitting on a cleared stump, the wood part of the palisade somewhere already.
"Hey, if ye kill this, will yer dagger work?" Azais is still silent, staring at the sooty embers dusting the fresh grass. He sits down opposite and flicks shards of glass out of her hair. “That were a right good explosion.”
Finally she finds her voice. “It was certainly a shock...”
“Where’d Quiz make his way off ta?”
Sedriks walks up, a young boar slung over his shoulders still twitching. Azais is sitting on a cleared stump, the wood part of the palisade somewhere already.
"Hey, if ye kill this, will yer dagger work?" Azais is still silent, staring at the sooty embers dusting the fresh grass. He sits down opposite and flicks shards of glass out of her hair. “That were a right good explosion.”
Finally she finds her voice. “It was certainly a shock...”
“Where’d Quiz make his way off ta?”
Thursday, August 30, 2018
West Marches - Azais' Song
West Marches - Azais' Song
The night before our shiocro showdown we are all in the tavern cloaked in thick silence with the impending battle approaching. Sedricks begins to strum his lute in an attempt to ease the tension. As you’re listening you begin to hear ever so faintly what sounds like humming coming from somewhere in the tavern. As Sedricks continues to play the sound gets louder and you realise it’s someone singing, a female, but in a language you don’t all quite recognize.
As the music continues the singing becomes increasingly louder and simultaneously more determined, invoking a strange but welcome feeling of calm and confidence within all who hear it. As people become more entranced in the song they forget to search for its origin. Minutes pass, like time is slowed, and eventually the lute and singing come to a fading end.
As people are too absorbed in the calm yet hopeful sensation the melody left them feeling for tomorrow’s battle, no one noticed it was a silver haired, purple eyed elf facing the fire who had been singing. It was an ancient elf battle song and Azais had just sung, casting her guild with a ritual for luck in battle.
The night before our shiocro showdown we are all in the tavern cloaked in thick silence with the impending battle approaching. Sedricks begins to strum his lute in an attempt to ease the tension. As you’re listening you begin to hear ever so faintly what sounds like humming coming from somewhere in the tavern. As Sedricks continues to play the sound gets louder and you realise it’s someone singing, a female, but in a language you don’t all quite recognize.
As the music continues the singing becomes increasingly louder and simultaneously more determined, invoking a strange but welcome feeling of calm and confidence within all who hear it. As people become more entranced in the song they forget to search for its origin. Minutes pass, like time is slowed, and eventually the lute and singing come to a fading end.
As people are too absorbed in the calm yet hopeful sensation the melody left them feeling for tomorrow’s battle, no one noticed it was a silver haired, purple eyed elf facing the fire who had been singing. It was an ancient elf battle song and Azais had just sung, casting her guild with a ritual for luck in battle.
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