Death and Honor

[Anume]

Players: Inslo, Myria, Shyith, Theomyre, Agrinar

Myria turns to Inslo.

Myria says 'I have seen your future, just as I saw that Shyith would fall here.'

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Upon the Eastern Path Within the Encampment

Skulls line the sides of this narrow dirt path, much like stones would a

normal path. A few torches light the way here, though it is still very

dark. The smell of death lingers about the area, and seems to ignite even

further as several fresh looking corpses come into view. The path branches

off to the north and south, into very crude looking huts, each having a

small human skin as a placemat.

[Exits: north east south west]

The corpse of Shyith is lying here.

(Humming) You feel the cold uncaring Gaze of the Law down to Your very bones.

Myria the Thaumaturgist is here, sitting astride a lion.

Myria says 'Do you wish to know?'

Inslo tends to the body, annoyed by the gnome's detachment.

Inslo says 'So you say...'

Inslo says 'But do you also say the future cannot be changed?'

The sun slowly disappears in the west.

Myria says 'If I tell you, you might explode... there is that chance.'

Myria says 'Aha... '

Myria says 'The future changes. It can be changed with the right actions at the right moments.'

Inslo cuts her short.

Inslo says 'I will wait and see then.'

The night has begun.

Myria says 'Like a spider's web, each strand connecting the next, so too the planes in time.'

Myria says 'Yes, things can change.'

Inslo turns away, uninterested.

Myria says 'Do you fall off the web before you reach the end?'

Myria says 'Or do you come full circle in search of your prey, each vibration tempting you.'

The lightning has stopped.

Inslo says 'Listen here, little sorceress. The predators are my prey.'

Inslo says 'Predators of the weak.'

Inslo says 'I have taken a righteous path against evil, whether it be the monsters in the dark or corrupt officials of the tribune.'

Inslo says 'Do not speak to me of time. I am the master of my path, and my friend has fallen.'

****The two Invokers continue their hunt in silence****

****The centaurs rally unexpectedly, gravely injuring the elf****

Myria examines Inslo's wounds.

Myria says 'I am sorry, my friend. I did not see this in your future.'

Myria says 'Perhaps You are right, after all.'

Inslo says 'Indeed.'

Myria says 'Theomyre, the cobbler's disappointing son is here.'

Inslo says 'He is no cobbler's son. He is my friend, a paladin of great honor.'

Myria looks surprised.

Myria seems to choose her next words carefully...

Myria says 'Perhaps I was mistaken. I knew a Theomyre... a very different Theomyre..."

Theomyre rides in.

Theomyre nods.

Theomyre says 'Never fear, I am here!!! Come you, sing my praises as we battle the mighty centaur hordes!'

Theomyre notices Inslo's wounds. With a wave of his hand, they begin to heal.

Inslo peers intently at Theomyre.

Myria looks on with fascination.

Theomyre says 'You there, Gnome Maiden. You may assist in my victory. Gods blessed this steel, evil beware!'

Theomyre says 'Remember. Go for the eyes.'

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Penitent. A solemn old elven man in a ragged brown cloth hooded shawl

is kneeling in prayer. His hood is down, so his lowered head can be seen.

Gray-and-blonde hair coupled with the wrinkles on his forehead and at the

corners of his eyes shut tight hint that the venerable elf has seen

centuries come and go like the weather. He carries a thick religious tome

hardbound in black with no markings on the cover aside from the marring

caused by ages passing. Synching the loose-fitting priestly garment

around his waist is a tan leather long belt tied in a loop after the

buckle, from which a simple black wooden scabbard with its masterwork

iron longsword hang. His mouth is moving very quickly, muttering

incessant and indecipherable prayer, adding to the monastic mystique of

the Believer, announced before his arrival by the penetrating aroma of

incense.

He has done a fair amount of traveling.

Theomyre is in excellent condition.

Theomyre is using:

(Magical) (Glowing) a glass star

an onyx ring

an onyx ring

(Magical) (Glowing) a steel coif adorned with a small charm

(Magical) (Glowing) a steel coif adorned with a small charm

(Glowing) a double plated helm

a werewolf's tooth

(Glowing) a double plated breastplate

(Glowing) a double plated arm guard

(Magical) a pair of mithril gauntlets

(Glowing) some double plated leggings

(Magical) a pair of steel sollerets

(Magical) a white surcoat

the Girdle of the Order

(Humming) a titanium bracer

(Humming) a titanium bracer

(Magical) a Crusader's Sword adorned with a glowing ember

'Your Word be as armor!' thunders Theomyre!

Myria says 'I am no mere maiden, Theomyre.'

Theomyre tells the group 'Well met then, wizardress. Come, to battle! This den of stinking evil must be cleansed.'

****The adventurers continue onward****

Myria says 'You were older when we first met... and remarkably different in character.'

Theomyre says 'We met... in the future?'

Myria says 'I hesitate to speak of such things... lest I explode a dwarf once more.'

Theomyre tells the group 'Dramatic.'

Inslo says 'I do not believe such nonsense. There is only the present, informed by our actions in the past.'

Myria says 'But to answer directly yet without specificity, what you seem to have grasped is by nature a statement of truth.'

Theomyre tells the group 'The timestream is a wild thing, Inslo. Wilder than the stallions of Orelinde.'

Inslo says 'Nevertheless, I make my own destiny.'

****The group battles centaurs, then follows Theomyre to the demon pentagram****

****A mighty battle ensures. Although the demons fall, Theomyre is wounded deeply****

Theomyre says 'Alas, I am wounded... pray that my sleep can heal me.'

Theomyre says 'my battle will be remembered for all eternity. I can see them singing now...'

Myria says 'I will remember you, regardless of history's keepers.'

Theomyre says 'Gnome woman... massage my mount as I rest. Horsey is tired from demon slaying.'

Inslo smirks.

Myria turns away.

Theomyre goes to sleep.

****What seems like days passes****

Inslo pokes Theomyre in the ribs.

Myria says 'He may never awake. The moon has risen again, and he has the fever, I am afraid'

Inslo says 'I have never seen anyone sleep as such'

Myria says 'It is often the brightest candles that burn out the quickest, yet Theomyre was, perhaps, not so bright.'

Inslo says 'He is my friend, and I will tend to him.'

Theomyre tosses and turns in his sleep.

Myria looks on with concern as Theomyre suddenly stops breathing. A faint rattle can be heard from his throat.

Inslo says 'Theomyre!!'

Myria says 'Dead.'

Myria pulls a spade from her robe.

Myria throws it at Inslo's feet.

Myria says 'He was your friend. Dig his grave.'

The sun slowly disappears in the west.

Inslo starts to dig a small hole.

Inslo begins sweating profusely as he makes the hole several inches below ground.

Myria says 'Theomyre, now the great sleep has taken you'

Myria says 'Yet time has marked us all. Across all the planes, she is our harbinger'

As Inslo digs, a tear falls from his cheek into the grave.

Myria rolls Theomyre's body into the hole.

Inslo covers the body with stones.

Inslo seems to hold back his tears.

Inslo says 'Ole theomyre, He was a good distant friend..'

Inslo says 'I will miss that man, both mysterious and brave. A true defender of righteousness'

Inslo says 'I just wish he would return and not be gone forever'

Myria says 'I think he was a human. Their lives are remarkably short.'

Inslo says 'No. He was a fellow elf.'

Inslo says 'And far distant cousin'

Myria says 'No, I've seen an elf before.'

Inslo says 'Its the ears....but he is'

Myria turns from the body, visibly affected by the loss.

Myria says 'The sleeping sickness is no way for a warrior to go. Better to die in battle for one such as him.'

Inslo nods.

Inslo says 'I would not wish it upon anyone.'

Agrinar stumbles in, obviously drunk.

The day has begun.

Inslo nods at Agrinar.

Agrinar hiccups.

Agrinar says 'I heaAard ThEh neWs.'

Agrinar says 'Thehoymhre waahss iss goOod..'

Agrinar says 'ActUhally, iI nehed juszst a maomEhnt.'

Agrinar squats behind a bush.

Inslo says 'Come, away from here, let his last resting place be marked only by his blade, which I will embed with fire into the rock'

Myria says 'Things are different here than I thought they would be. I must investigate further'

Inslo says 'As I said, we make our own path, or we die trying.'

Myria says 'So it seems.'

Agrinar says 'REaDy? Lets GehtT OutT of heeRre.'

****The adventurers move on, shaded by the dying sun, darkened by loss, yet not without hope***