The First Five Written Out
There is a beautiful well built Onyx Elf, in soft leather armor, a cloak half wrapped around her, and long wet black hair at the door. She has the knee on the back of the underling, arms twisted behind him, looks up to her daughter, “Oh good morning Ra-Ra.”
“Mom, get off him will you?” Khamyra looks and frowns, “and don’t call me Ra-Ra.”
The room of people look at each other and they smile. A few mumbles of, “oh Ra-Ra?” and it was met with an evil stare from the Warlock.
Khamyra’s mother stands up, and gives the underling a dirty look and it was reciprocated. She then wipes off her outfit, looking around the room perplexed.
“Is this where you work or something?” she says walking towards her daughter.
The Warlock shrugs her shoulders a bit, “I guess you can say that.”
The mother looks about, stops momentarily to see two babies on a blanket in the living room with a well dressed human. Then she continues.
She nods her head, “I suppose so, this is a fortress, double banded windows, reinforced doors, and guards? Exactly what are you into now?” asks Kerenza, her mother.
The two stand in front of each other and the room gets quiet, and tense.
“The same thing I was before, let’s go out back, shall we?” Khamyra says, guiding her mother towards the back door.
“Ra-Ra, it’s raining a bit, you should put on a coat, so you don’t catch a sniffle,” the older woman says.
Khamyra stops, and for a brief moment she gets a smile across her face, remembering her early childhood. She then nods, grabs a cloak sitting on a peg on the wall and heads out.
As the two walked out, the older woman was looking over everyone in the room. The end of breakfast on the table, people in night shirts and what seems to be a morning ritual interrupted.
The two make it out the back, a slight drizzle coming down, heavy clouds still.
Khamyra wheels around, “Mom, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Really? That is how you greet me after what, a decade? And a 9-10 day journey?” the mother retorts, a bit of anger in her eyes.
The Warlock dips her head, sighs and shakes her head. “You look, well, amazing, as always,” the younger Onyx Elf says, glancing up to her parent, marveling at her well built arms, her strong jawline and what appears to be some powerful legs. “You haven’t changed, at all.”
Her mother looks at her, a smirk on her face. “You have though. You look tired, run down and a bit out of shape. Maybe you can…” she tries to continue but Khamyra interrupting.
“Mom, really? I have a lot going on right now,” the Warlock retorts, getting annoyed.
Scoffing a bit, Kerenza glances back seeing faces in the window looking out to them. “You work with them or live with all those people?”
As she says this Cullun comes out of his shed, hair a mess, wrinkled shirt and yawning. He glances over and gives Khamyra an odd look.
Khamyra’s mother sees him, then leans a bit to try and see in the large shed-like building. “People just crashing here? Like a drug den?”
After seeing the look from Khamyra, Cullun high tails it into the house.
“Yeah, sure it is a drug den. Lots of goofy juice for all!” she says waving her hand around sarcastically.
“Khamyra,” she says with a tone that stops the Warlock dead in her tracks. Even after all these years she can say a word, in a certain tone that will snap her into place.
The older woman starts in, “What is this place? Who was the man holding your hand? Why are there babies on a blanket in the living room and was that a governess I saw with them? Guess whoever runs this place has some money…”
Khamyra turns, puts her hand to her temples, rubs them, “as if my life could not get anymore complicated…” she mumbles.
She turns to see her mother looking at her, arms crossed. Giving her a look like “well?”
“What do you want to hear? Because that is all that will matter to you,” Khamyra says, with a bit of defiance.
The woman Khamyra knows as her mother, named Kerenza, has a surprised look, then her eyes turn to slits. “I have always wanted the truth.”
The Warlock looks at her and gives her a smirk of sorts, “sure, but rarely have you ever accepted the truth I told you, mother. I say this with respect.”
Kerenza’s eyes turn to slits, again.
The spritz has turned into a soft rain. Khamyra guides her to the shed, a newly constructed stairway down to a larger room where Cullun does his research, and many of his potion creations.
The mother looks around, wide eyes. “Interesting, maybe I wasn’t far off with a drug den huh, Ra-Ra?”
“Mom. Please don’t call me Ra-Ra?” The younger Onyx Elf says, turning to her.
Both the women were shaking off the water.
Kerenza stops suddenly, eyes as wide as can be, looking down at the table. She grabs a book and looks it over.
“Mom, those are Culluns, I am not sure he would want you leafing through them,” Khamyra says, giving her mother a glance.
The older woman turns the book, and points at a headline that says “harpies” and a crude drawing of what a harpy looks like.
“Why in Animaxes name would that man be looking up Harpies?” she says with a very forceful, worried tone.
Khamyra, almost ignoring that comment, finally gets her hair in order and looks over. It stuns her a bit that her mother looks like she is going to burst. “Mom?”
Kerenza puts the book down and points again, “why would he be doing that?” she repeats glancing over the rest of the books and her eyes bulge even more, “an Earth Siren? Khamyra. What the hell is going on here?”
The Warlock is a bit befuddled, not sure what to say or how to approach this. “I don’t know, I guess, umm,” she says, stumbling over her words.
The older woman slams her hand down on the table, “Khamyra, you were a terrible liar then and you are even a worse one now, why is he researching these creatures?”
She looks at her mom with wide eyes, frustrated. “Because they attacked us last week, ok? We wanted to find out all we can about them,” Khamyra blurts out.
Kerenza, shocked, “Are you ok, was anyone hurt?” she says starting to go around the table.
Chuckling a bit, “yeah, we are fine, they were not much of a challenge really,” the Warlock says remembering the route they gave the flock of Harpies.
She stops looking at her daughter, “so you kept up with training and the like, good. That is really good,” she finishes smiling a bit.
“I am a Warlock mother, a Warlock,” she says looking at her mom, knowing this was a point of contention a decade ago.
She turns away, shaking her head, “oh here we go again with this Warlock business,” she says, sighing putting her head down.
A crackling sound starts behind Kerenza and she looks only to see her daughter, holding a snapping electric sphere in between her hands, floating in her palms. The Warlock looks at her mother with her flickering purple arcane eyes.
“I am a Warlock mother. Understand?” she says defiantly.
The older woman, eyes bulging out of her head takes a step back, not believing what she sees.
“You better know what you are doing with that, it could be the end of us if you don’t” the older woman says with some doubt in her voice.
Khamyra pulls back her hands and the ball of lightning makes a loud snap and with a small puff of smoke it disappears. “I have been doing it for 10 years, if not more, I think I am versed well enough.”
For a few minutes, Kerenza is just standing there, taking deep breaths and a few sighs. Khamyra sits heavily into a chair.
“I didn’t expect that,” Kerenza said after some tense moments, “that is dangerous stuff Ra-Ra, I mean Khamyra. Not things you should be messing with, even with Finster Ascended.”
Khamyra scoffs a bit, wipes off some extra dust she threw, knowing it is exactly the things she just explained to her; “my mother does not want to know the truth, when it is inconvenient for her.”
“What else? Bring it on, what else is there you are not telling me. Just let me have it, ok?” Kerenza says with a bit of frustration, sitting on the opposite side of the table, looking across to her daughter.
“I’m not sure you are ready for that,” the younger elf says, giving her mother a worried look.
Shaking her head, “just do it, rip the bind right off, let me have it!” Kerenza replies somewhat loudly.
“OK. Fine. The man that was holding my hand? That is my Fiance.” she starts giving her mother a look, gauging her response.
Her eyes open a bit, she distorts her mouth, then looks back to her daughter.
“My Fiance, yeah, he is not only the Court Champion of Camerondale, he is also the Champion of Finster,” she continued, still watching her.
A confused look runs across the mothers face, tilts her head. Then she looks back.
“Oh, and the last thing really. You are a grandmother,” Khamyra finishes, smirk on her face.
That was the one, the Warlock thought to herself, watching as her mothers eyes bulged out of her head.
“The children… on the floor?” she says staring at the wall, lip trembling a bit.
After a minute, Khamyra gets up, “well, let me introduce you to my fiance and the father, then we can work our way up to your grandchildren.”
Waiting for a response from her mother, she got none. The woman was as shell shocked as one could be.
The Warlock walks to the house, gets Chance who is a bit unsure and really nervous. Now he starts to understand why Khamyra was a bit weary meeting his mother.
The two walk in, Kerenza is finished wiping away tears and blowing her nose. She looks up to the giant of a man, standing before her looking like he wants to puke. With a slight frown on her face, “Nice to meet you…” she forces out.
“Chance, the name is Chance and the pleasure is all mine,” the quarter elf says, trying to be suave. Takes her hand and kisses it.
Kerenza, staring right at the quarter elf, nods a little, almost offended by his antics.
The three of them have a tense, joy-less conversation about how they met, and other information relating to the couple’s engagement.
After a long awkward silence, Khamyra stands up, “time to meet your grandchildren,” she says, pointing out the door.
The three of them make their way across the backyard, the rain has stopped now. Into the house only to find the two bundles of joy, in their booster seats getting fed. Huge smiles on their faces, Crayon yapping away like he always does, Krusty just taking in her environment, waiting for her next bite.
The mother of Khamyra all but melts seeing these children, her grandchildren, so alive, so happy and so beautiful.
For an hour, Kerenza takes over the feeding and looks to be in heaven, interacting with her grandchildren, laughing at Crayons antics and absolutely falling in love with Krusty and her stoic reactions.
The babies are back on the blanket, and Sisse has them doing motor skills type playing. Kerenza was starting to order her around when she stopped and realized it was not her place.
By then the day had moved on, the order was doing their normal chores and activities. Dash worked in the back with Griffin, both of them training in crossbow, bow and sword, along with some odd weapons they picked up.
The kids go down to bed, the quarter elf excuses himself and heads out back with Dash and Griffin.
Chance walks outside to the ranger and stout dwarf warrior. Eyes big, still sweating a little.
“She is a very strong and proud woman Chance,” Griffin says without even looking at him, “I wouldn’t try to be too fancy with her,” he finishes with a chuckle.
Dash’s eyes enlarged, stopping the training movements they were doing, “did you see her take down our guard? The arms on her? I think she is stronger than me!”
The Champion walks to the table, grabs a morning star and swings it a few times, “yeah, note to self, note to all, don’t kiss her hand…”
All three chuckle a bit, start working out and training in the soggy overcast weather.
Khamyra and her mother are sitting on the luxurious couch in the living room. The older woman smiles a bit and looks to her daughter, “well, I have to say, you make amazing children, they seem very healthy and happy,” she starts then looks around the room, “and you have done well for yourself too. It does not look like you suffer for nothing. Even a Governess?”
She nods her head, then Khamyra gives her mom a serious look, “can you now tell me why you are here?”
Kerenza sighs, and nods her head.
“I know you were in this little cult, and I honestly tried to find out all I could about it… but there was very little other than the rhetoric that is spewed out, probably what you would want people to know, and nothing more,” she says, starting to ramble on.
Kerenza slides a bit more to face her daughter, “when I heard of Finster ascending, I was a bit worried, but did not think to much of it,” she continues, “then we were getting reports of activity in an old stronghold, canyon area called Corellon. So I was…”
The Warlock puts her hand on her mothers arm making her jump a little, “did you say Corellon? It is a location? Not a persons name?” she says, half thinking out loud, half a question.
The mother squints her eyes a bit, “Yeah it is a long abandoned stronghold from the first era. No one paid it no mind for decades, if not centuries. It is in the Blackened Fields of Rarensari. I put two and two together, Finster ascending, the activity and well, magic returning to the land. I began to worry, worry a lot. If this is starting to come alive, what else?”
Khamyra now in deep thought, is looking down, fidgeting with her hands.
“Then seeing, what was his name? Cullun? Him doing research on Harpies,” she says continuing her thought process, “that is one of the reports that kept coming in, screams and screeches of flying winged female creatures.”
The Warlock looks at her, raises an eyebrow, “That is an awful long way for them to travel just to give us a little shit,” she finishes with a frown.
Kerenza takes a minute to gather herself, finally getting to the main reason she came. To confront her daughter and possibly her little group of people about the ascension.
“Khamyra, I guess the main reason I came is to ask you, why would you let this happen? Why would you want Finster to ascend and…” the mother pauses a moment, thinking that when she thought of this moment she would be angry, but she is not, “how do you explain making a decision like this that will affect hundreds of thousands of people? What of the great battle that has been rumored for centuries? I did not hear about hundreds of people dying in a great battle?”
The Warlock gives a soft scoff, and sighs, looking down. “If you would have asked me that question a few years ago, I might have struggled with the answer a little. Our main goal was to assist the Dark Cleric in his ascension. That I was sure of. But stepping back a bit, I could understand the issues that will arise, how drastically this world is going to change and send so many people into battle.”
Kerenza nods her head listening to her daughter intently.
“But you have to believe me when I say this, it was not us who truly facilitated this ascension,” Khamyra says, glancing at her mother, getting as serious a look as she can give her.
The older elf, tilting her head back, raises an eyebrow.
The Warlock takes a deep breath and says, “it was Animax. He actively sought after the Dark Cleric and welcomed him into the god-plane.”
Kerenza leans back even more, eyes all but popping out of her head, she scoffs and starts to laugh. Shaking her head, “I was not expecting such a fairy tale, my daughter, really, is that what you are telling everyone? That kind of tale will truly cause friction and a fight.”
After a minute, the older elf stops chuckling and looks to see her daughter, deadpan, staring at her. It starts to sink in that she might be telling the truth.
“It is a long and complicated story mom, that one day I will tell you all of it, but for now, just know…” she says putting her hand on her mothers hand, “there are things at work here that threaten our lives, our world and our very existence that require some ingenuity. Let’s just say, despite their differences, neither Animax or Finster want this new power to rise up anymore than it already has.”
Kerenza’s face is flushing, “new power? There is a new power? That Animax himself is afraid of? How do you know these things? What is…”
The Warlock smiles at her mother, “there is so much to explain, and I promise you, I will. For right now I have a plate load of things I have to figure out. But, what is the real reason you are here.”
The older woman gives her daughter a look, sighs a bit, looks down.
“You and dad had another big fight huh? I bet you Khmzid is all bent out of shape?” Khamyra asks, trying to see her mothers reaction.
She nods her head, “that man is… he is…” she starts, her face starting to flush…
Suppressing her smirk, the Warlock, puts her hand on her mothers and looks her in the eyes, “Like father, like oldest daughter, eh?”
Kerenza snorts a little and smiles as well.
“What else do you want to know?” Chances fiance asks, glancing behind her and then back to her mom.
The mom, thinking for a moment, “I am not sure I can take anymore information or surprises,” she says half serious, half musing, “my daughter a true Warlock, her fiance the Champion of Finster, my beautiful grandchildren and now the fact after centuries of fighting each other, Finster and Animax are now bosom buddies up in the god-plane… and a new power that even the one true god is afraid of? sheesh!”
“He is not the ‘one’ true god mother, he is a god much like our lord Finster, but he is no longer the only one,” she says, correcting her mom.
After an hour longer the two of them wrap things up for the time being. Kerenza and Khamyra have a long hug with a few tears and the Warlock’s mother leaves to find a room at an Inn in Grayshale.
Khamyra helps put the kids down for another nap and chats briefly with Sisse. They exchange stories of mothers and mother-in-laws, ending in a few chuckles.
Chance finds his way to his fiance. “So, how did it go?” he says, giving her a worried look.
She smiles, leans in and gives him a hug, “as good as to be expected…” she murmurs.
Trying to lighten the mood, “So are we to expect all your family to show up? Should we make room?” Chance says, smirking.
“No, I don’t think harboring 12 more people is exactly ideal for this house,” the Warlock responds, deadpan.
The Champions eyes bulge as he mouths the words “twelve, more, people?”
The day moves on and everyone gets back to their usual routines.
By the end of the day, kids in bed sleeping, Khamyra turns to Chance.
“I know she didn’t travel alone, I know my father would not be with her, he barely has time to breathe with his job,” she says, taking a moment to think, “so I imagine you will be meeting more of my siblings.”
The Champion leans out of bed giving her a look and smirk.
“There are 13 of us, my father, mother and…” she stops, a smile across her face, “10 sisters and 1 brother.”
Chance chuckles, “they have been busy little beavers I see…”
Turn Based Starts Here
DMaster: You have no problem falling asleep. But you woke up a few times in the early portion of the night as Khamyra was having a nightmare. Then You woke up Khamyra after that with sleep farts. The kids were restless, and cried. Both of you got up and held them until they went back to sleep. By then you were awake. Went down grabbed some water, looked out over the backyard. Tried to get back asleep but neither of you were doing good in that department. The morning came way too soon, much like Todd did with his last girlfriend.
DM: He will have disadvantage on all savings throws today.
Chance: Great, just great.
Saturlay (Saturday) 7:00 AM
DMaster: CRY: There is so much moisture in my ass crack I can grow potatoes! GET UP! It’s 7:00 AM!
Chance: Grumble a bit from hearing the crier and not having a good night’s sleep. Sit up in the bed
DMaster: As you sit up, bring yourself over to the side of the giant bed, you can feel the humidity. You know; everything kind of has that moist feeling. Khamyra is getting up, curses a few times, stops… gives you a look and a warm smile. Then takes a deep breath knowing she will be going to your children. You can hear the kids fidgeting. She walks over to them, with a big smile and some words of encouragement. She starts to get them ready
Chance: Knowing when Khamyra is like this to just leave her be. Grabbing something to wear, get dressed and quickly make my way downstairs.
DMaster: Novalee and Griffin are up, Renata just coming in. The elf and dwarf are figuring out what to have for breakfast.
Chance: Plop down in a chair at the table still thinking of meeting my future mother in law. Shaking my head thinking how I could have handled it so much better
DMaster: Griffin looks your way.
GRI: Rough night last night?
Chance: Chan: You can say that.
Rub my eyes and stretch.
DMaster: You hear a soft scuffle outside the front door. The door swings open and you can hear your underling yelling
UND: Is it so hard to understand that I have to announce you, jebus!
KER: Well hurry it up, this is not some palace of the Kings! …and what was that vile man saying as he roamed the streets?
Chance: Sink my head, glancing up to the loft. Smirking hearing just how impatient she is but straighten right up hearing her voice. Chuckle a bit knowing it is the first time she heard the crier.
DMaster: Sisse has walked past you and is heading for the loft now.
UND: If you didn’t already know… (ahem) and guests apparently
He has his arm out, looking in.
Chance: Stand up, look at him and nod my head.
DMaster: You hear Khamyra curse a few more times, softly, then talks with Sisse. The mother of Khamyra strides past the underline, flipping her hand.
KER: I see you hire the best and, well, brightest
Chance: Straighten up as my eyes get big.
Chan: He is just doing his job. Good morning to you.
DMaster: In walks four people.
DMaster: Her mother, two other Onyx Elves and a taller man with a wonk-a-dew eyeball, short tips.
ONYX ONE: Ra-Ra?
She is looking around excited. This woman is definitely a different sort, she is a tad taller, but is definitely heavier from the other two and Khamyra. A heart shaped face, gorgeous flowing hair, large boobs and curves on curves. From the loft you hear:
KHA: Don’t call me ra-ra!
The onyx elf then giggles a little starting to smile.
Chance: Chan: Khamyra will be down shortly, she was just getting the children ready with the governess.
Nod my head at her mom, trying not to show just how nervous I am
DMaster: The two other Onyx elves, presumably Khamyra’s sisters, eyes get wide and they exchange glances. Kerenza just gives you a smile and nod. After a moment Khamyra is walking down with her hair a mess, wrinkly shirt and bags under her eyes.
Chance: Looking at the two girls
DMaster: You see the bigger one run to the staircase and she embraces Khamyra. The other one is a spitting image of her mother. About the same size, build and hair. She looks to Khamyra, crosses her arms and steps back. Then looks down.
Chance: Chan: Please sit, can I get you anything?
DMaster: The mother smirks at you, shakes her head then looks back to your fiance. Doesn’t seem like anyone was listening.
KHA: (whispering) It is awful early to be here, hmm mom?
Kerenza smiles and gives her daughter a hug. The far one, the fit one, isn’t making eye contact with Khamyra and it is very noticeable.
KHA: Chance, this is Kigrial.
The larger Onyx elf smiles and nods to you.
Chance: Chan: pleasure to meet you, Kigrial
Nod my head
DMaster: Khamyra looks over to the other one.
KHA: This is Khymzid
She gives you a fleeting look, then looks down.
Chance: Chan: nice to meet you… umm, Khymzid
Nod my head and give a nervous smile
DMaster: KHA: And this big lug…
She smiles at the bigger man who smiles back and nods.
KHA: This is Landon, an old family friend.
Then Khamyra introduces you, Griffin, Reneta and Novalee.
GRI: We were just ready to make breakfast… care to join?
Chance: Chan: yes, please join us. It is the least we can do since you all came a long way to see Khamyra
DMaster: They all nod and walk to the table and take some seats. Novalee finds a few other chairs outside to bring in. Sisse is walking down the stairs with both kids.
KHA: Ahhh yes, Your nephew and niece…
Both of the younger Onyx elves eyes bulge, they look at their mom.
KHY: Is that the secret you weren’t telling us?!?!
KER: One anyways (quietly)
Chance: Smirking feeling the nerves starting to fade a bit. I just smile seeing their reaction to the twins
DMaster: Sisse stops a bit wide eyes and a smile. Both of the girls stand up huge dopey puppy dog eyes.
KIG: Oh my god they are precious!
They both go over to them, Sisse is a little overwhelmed, hands them off to the girls. Khamyra turns to you, says musingly.
KHA: Is it too early for a shot?
She shakes her head, looking exhausted
Chance: Chan: Maybe we can sneak one in between tea and breakfast.
chuckling a bit
DMaster: After a few minutes; they help get the kids in the chair, Sisse has the food ready. Griffin starts in on a huge pot of cinnamon Porridge. Krusty is wide eyed looking over the new people, Crayon is telling them his life story so far. Khamyra has a warm smile on her face seeing her family with the kiddos, laughing and goo-goo-ing
Chance: walk over to Khamyra and give her a small hug, knowing how much she is going through right now. Calm my nerves down before making my way over to the couch.
DMaster: As you walk to through the livingroom you see Landon, almost in the shadows just leaning against the wall. He smiles a little nods his head.
Chance: Nod my head and shake his hand
Chan: nice to meet you Landon, the name is Chance
DMaster: He shakes your hand, Khamyra gives you a look. Goes to say something and is distracted.
Chance: Give her a look back, raising an eyebrow,
Chan: umm, ok.
DMaster: The morning goes on. The kids fed, then they are on the living room floor and Sisse working with them, she is trying to get them to start to talk a bit.
Chance: Will let Khamyra talk with her family as I approach Landon again.
Chan: So an old family friend?
Giving him a good look over now
DMaster: He is just looking on and nods towards you. He has really nice armor, a thick leather, darker with some highlights of grey and steel. Long black hair, one eye is funky and looks to have short tips. He has what appears to be some sort of spear strapped to his back, a light crossbow and a bunch of bolts on his belt. You notice the ears, but his body really just resembles a human, where elves would have some sleek curvature, he does not.
Chance: Chan: I have to ask and not think of me rude Landon, what exactly do you do for the family?
DMaster: He smirks a bit, looks at you and kind of shrugs his shoulders. Khymzid leans over from the table, looks at you two.
KHY: Oh your going to have one hell of a one sided conversation.
The mother gives her a look
KER: Khymzid!
The built elf shrugs her shoulders, then Kerzena turns in her chair
KER: He is mute.
Khamyra is cleaning up a few things with Novalee and she is nodding her head
Chance: Chan: oh wow, sorry, I mean, ummm…
DMaster: He puts his hand on your shoulder, smiles and nods. Just then Khamyra remembers something.
KHA: Oh!
Turning quick to you.
KHA: He knows thieves cant!
He nods his head, another smile.
Chance: A big smile goes to my face hearing that and I start making gestures with my hands, “what exactly he does for the family?”
DMaster: He smiles and cant’s back. From what you gather he has been a guardian of sorts, their father is a non-royal, but very important to the ruling classes of the Onyx Elf realm. So in a way he has been their protector.
Chance: Cant back to him and thank him for protecting the family since we are going to be related, and get a big smile on my face
DMaster: His eyes light up and he glances over, then cants “They know right?”
Chance: Cant back to him that “The mother knows, not sure about the rest”
DMaster: He nods his head. The day moves on and it is mostly focused around the children. Around high sun the door opens.
UND: Rayven and River… again.
Khamyra stands up off the couch, face in amazement.
KHA: You have to be kidding me!
Chance: Chan: just grand, as if we need this right now
Looking over towards the door
DMaster: They walk in, they stop, seeing the place absolutely packed; Griffin, Novalee, Cullun, Luella, Trinity, Renata, Khamyra, Krusty, Crayon, Mom, Kigrial, Khymzid, you, and Landon
Dash comes in behind them. Him and River’s eyes meet and they both flush a little
Chance: Shaking my head and sigh
Chan: Is this going to be a daily, multi-daily occurrence?
My eyes turn to slits
DMaster: Flustered from everyone there.
RAY: Uhhh
The mother stops a moment from playing with Crayon.
KER: Out with it girl, unless your job is to catch flies
River smirks, Khamyra shakes her head and smiles. The Velencia mini-me stutters a moment. Then River buts in, unfortunately.
RIV: Yeah, Khamyra… Velencia needs to see you
The room instantly goes quiet. Khamyra dips her head, her shoulders sag. River looks around like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Chance: Walk over to them, say quietly.
Chan: Do you not see we have, ahem, company? Goddammit.
DMaster: Rayven shakes her head giving the other girl a sharp glance. River’s eyes bulge a little steps back almost running into Dash. Kerenza stands up turns to Khamyra who looks somewhat defeated.
KER: I am sorry did she just say, Velencia?
KHA: Mom. listen.
KER: High Priestess of Finster?
Rayven and River back up even more and dash puts his hands on Rivers shoulders. Khamyra grabs her mothers arm. Kigrial is just looking around the room, a bit amused. Khymzids eyes are ablaze, staring right through Khamyra.
KHY: Why would she want to talk with you? How the hell do you even know her?
KIG: Well, Dark Society, Finster, High Priestess. Not hard to put that together.
She finishes whipping her hand around a bit.
Chance: Look at Dash then look at River, shake my head again and back off.
DMaster: KHA: Rayver, or riven or who ever the fuck you two are. Tell her I am a bit busy right now, I’ll meet with her later.
They nod their head, Rayven has a note in her hand
RAY: She thought you might say that, so here.
Khamyra rips the note out of her hand, gives them fierce eyes and puts it in her cleavage. They do not hesitate and turn, leave. Dash walks them out.
Chance: Shaking my head knowing this isn’t going to go well.
DMaster: She is giving her a look, Khymzid is glaring at her too
KER: Khamyra!
Kigrial is just finishing up her porridge, and taking her last sip of bean water. The rest of the order, who has been quietly in the background, has wide eyes and they kind of disperse
Chance: I plop down on the couch waiting to see what happens, fidget a bit as I sit there
DMaster: They start to argue a bit between the three of them. Your fiance throws up her arms.
KHA: Listen, I had a horrible sleep, I have a headache the size of a dragon and no his name is not Chance, trying to raise twins, I am to be saddled with the one person who knows magic, and I am getting bombarded by everyone right now! Including the High Priestess, my family and I still have to make a goddam decision about the College!
Chance: I look over and see how the kids are reacting to the arguing
DMaster: Sisse has gathered them up and headed to the loft, but they seemed ok.
KER: College? A little old for an education don’t you think? Moving back to Iraxican?
Her mother looks at her, a little hope in her eyes (maybe that she would move closer).
KHA: No, we are building one here in Camerondale. It’s going to be the first…
She pauses and sighs.
KHA: …one to include magic. They want me to be the paragon for that division
All their eyes bulge
Chance: A big smile goes to my face thinking just how proud of her I truly am.
DMaster: Oddly enough, her mother has almost the same look as you.
KHY: Oh here we go, I’m a “warlock” bullshit again…
They exchange looks. Her mother puts her hand on Khymzid’s arm, then glances at Khamyra, as though to say “put it to rest hun.” She sighs, walks over to the cupboard with purpose, grabs a small bag, grabs some of this glittery component. Tosses it, and it is like it is suspended in air, she traces a symbol. Kigrial jumps up, wide eyes. Khymzid steps back cringing… Her mother is just standing there watching, tilts her head waiting. Khamyra’s eyes flicker with arcane energy, and she puts out her arms. She lifts off the ground and in dramatic fashion the Warlock leans her head back. By now both sisters are wide eyed, Kigrial smiling, Khymzid a look of disgust. Khamyra floats, 2 feet, 5 feet, 10 feet. She stops and floats over to the loft and you hear her say something and the kids start to giggle.
KIG: Ok, that just happened, I guess she was a wizard spell-casty person
Chance: Chan: Warlock. She is a Warlock.
Giving her a look.
DMaster: KHA: Thank you, Love.
Khamyra then glances over the railing, jumps over and before she lands, she floats. Then slowly, calmly, her feet hit the floor.
Chance: Chan: I mean no disrespect to any of you but it is important that you know she is a Warlock.
Stand up.
DMaster: They all give you an annoyed odd look, and then look back to Khamyra
KHA: So understand when I say I have a lot on my plate…
They then give her a look, then look at you.
KIG: Did you just call him, Love?
She smiles and nods.
KHA: Yes, this is Chance, the father of my children and my fiance.
In some odd way they seemed more shocked at that, then her floating around the room. Her mother walks over to her, a loving smirk on her face.They stand there, wide eyes staring at you.
Chance: Get a smile, and give them a little shy wave.
DMaster: Khymzid, face flushed, shaking her head, storms out of the house. Kigrial rolls her eyes and looks at her older sister.
KIG: You’re engaged, really?
Khamyra sighs, nods her head. You see Kigrial pull Khamyra aside and hand her something. Both seem excited.
Chance: Shaking my head and plop back down on the couch
DMaster: DM: Condensing. Khamyra tries to talk with Khymzid. But the conversation does not go well. It is obvious there is history between the two and it is not good. The visiting family says good bye to you, Khamyra, whoever else in the Kitchen and especially the Kiddo’s. Once they leave, a huge sigh of relief. Khamyra brings out this black bottle and puts it on the table. It is Black Barley Whiskey. A banned drink in the Western Realm. One shot usually will get you messed up pretty good. So of course…
Chance: Chan: oh hell why not, only live once I say
smirk at her. I lift the shot glass
DMaster: KHA: I will quote, the ever famous one… and his inspirational words
Smirks a bit.
KHA: here’s to a peaceful night and a good sleep
Novalee furries her brow confused.
NOV: huh?
Khamyra giggles looking at you from the corner of her eye.
Chance: Give her a side wards glance
Chan: sure remind me of some of the first words I ever said to you.
Chuckling
DMaster: You all chuck it back. Weirdest sensation, almost tasteless. It has a soft burn like Dwarven spirits, but the one true oddity is it makes your stomach gurgle.
NOV: Want another one?
Khamyra’s eyes bulge
KHA: Oh, no, no. Its banned for a reason. Kigrial snuck this to me, Dad must be making it again.
In 5-10 minutes you really start to feel it. It is a warm happy feeling.
Chance: Rolls a 13 for CON save.
Chan: Feels good. I am more warm now. Well its warm already…
DMaster: DM: Khamyra rolls a 14. Novalee a 1. LOL.
NOV: I don’t… ummm… feel any, different?
Her eyes go a little googly, turns and falls ass over teakettle across a chair that was not pushed in.
KHA: Oh my god, Novalee!
Khamyra goes running over to her
KHA: Oh shit… you ok?
Novalee is in hysterics
NOV: I didn’t feel anything!
Chance: bust out laughing after seeing that
DMaster: With in a minute, Novalee is in the chair. She has her head on the table, snoozing. Khamyra gets a warm smile, her cheeks get rosy
KHA: Oh, so good
She corks it, puts it on the top shelf of the cupboard.
Chance: walk over to Novie and pick her up
Chan: I suppose we should let her sleep this stuff off
DMaster: She is giggling, nods her head
KHA: Good idea.
Chance: I carry Novie to her room, gently place her on the bed and come back out still giggling
Chan: you know hun that is the first time you have smiled and giggled since your family got here
DMaster: She is sitting at the table, looks at you and nods her head.
KHA: I should get with Vel, she is a pain in the ass but she wouldn’t ask for me unless…
Chance: Chan: …it was important.
Sigh and sit next to her, take her hand
DMaster: You hear some yelling out front, the door opens, laughing can be heard and in the background some weird screeching yelling noises. Looking at the Underling, he has wide eyes and is laughing.
UND: Ummm…Rayven and River here again… I think
Just past that, you see River grabbing Rayvens hair and her swatting away. Hair pulling, slapping, headlocks…
Chance: Eyes widen, suppress my smirk.
Chan: Are they serious?
Looking at Khamyra before pulling my hand away
DMaster: Khamyra starts to giggle, then chuckle, then its an all out belly laugh. She almost falls out of the chair, then stands up. You are a bit tipsy too.
Chance: Stand up and head for the door.
DMaster: By then the underling is trying to separate them. In between laughs and wide eyes if one girl got a good connection on the other. Finally has them by the collars.
UND: Your Champion and Warlock approaches. Behave will you?
RAY: You damn bitch, you are so jealous!
RIV: Jealous of what, nasty white skin and two mosquito bites you call tits?
RAY: I’ll kill you!
UND: Guess not.
She goes after her again, he loses grip for a second, but regains it. He has wide eyes, big smile, looks to you two.
UND: Your guests… What do you want me to do with them?
Chance: Chan: keep them separated, at least.
DMaster: KHA: I will have a talk with Velencia, maybe we can do some sacrificial offering to the new god. Two virgins should do nicely.
Rayven’s eyes bulge and looks at Khamyra. River scrunches her nose gives her a look like, “I’m not going to work with that one.”
KHA: So we know who has been laid and who hasn’t.
The underling looks at both and burst out laughing, almost losing grip.
Chance: Chan: Hun? (quietly)
Then realizing, oh. So Rayven never had sex before… chuckle a bit. 10 intelligence.
DMaster: KHA: What! What do you want now? Or I should say what does SHE want?
RIV: Did you read the note?
Rayven goes to swipe at River and she leans away. Khamyra grabs in her cleavage, its where she put the note, and looks. She stands a bit straighter and eyes get bigger.
KHA: Oh. Damn. Chance, get ready we ride in 5. Try not to kill each other, huh?
Saying that to the two girls, the Warlock turns and heads inside
Chance: Shaking my head I make my way back in the house and grab Silent Fate. Then make sure I have everything else, head back outside.
DMaster: Khamyra is up in the loft telling Sisse she is heading out. Changing her clothes, etc.
Chance: See if River and Rayven are still trying to go at it.
DMaster: No, they are a good 100 feet apart pouting. You walk out and you see Dash peeking around the corner, eyes real big like. It looks like he was caught in between being afraid and turned on
Chance: Walk to Dash.
Chan: A conflict perhaps, friend?
DMaster: He nods his head, wider eyes. Stops looks up to you and smiles real big.
DASH: Nope… I didn’t think I needed to see them two fight, but afterwards, I realized I think I did…
He chuckles and sneaks to the back of the house. Khamyra comes out and you four get on horses and head north. You pass by what seems to be a new excavation of sorts along the higher parts of the hill. After 30 minutes you stop, it does not look familiar. Khamyra is looking around.
Chance: Chan: Nothing funny is happening here right?
Eyes turn to slits looking at them.
Chan: I had a terrible sleep, drank some black hooch and I don’t have the best memory, but this does not look familiar.
DMaster: Khamyra nods her head, jumps off her horse.
KHA: OK, did she move or what?
Chance: looking around as well
DMaster: RAY: Oh no, the terrain can be…
River’s eyes bulge.
RIV: Shut it you flat ass witch, no one needs to know.
Rayven flips her reigns over and starts for River.
RAY: It’s the fucking Warlock you crack face, she probably helped design it…
Chance: Jump off the horse, looking over.
Chan: OK. we got it, you don’t like each other, doesn’t mean you have to…
Stop, then look at Khamyra.
DMaster: Your fiance is giving you a “really?” look.
Chance: Chuckle and sigh knowing how hard it is to restrain yourself when you are mad.
DMaster: Khamyra inserts herself inbetween the two. Giving them a look but they are pushing and snarling.
Chance: I walk over grab them both, let my eyes flare up.
DMaster: They don’t stop at first, wanting to get at each other but then they notice the light and they instantly back off
RAY: Sorry M’lord, it’s just that she is a worthless slut and…
RIV: What????
Khamyra is starting to laugh
KHA: Oh please never stop arguing, I mean it is pure entertainment for everyone.
They both look at her
KHA: You do know how this looks right? It is kind of pathetic.
Rayven stomps to a willow tree, runs her hands across the bark, keeps running it, looking frantic. River walks to a different tree 10 feet away, pulls a branch, and the rock format opens to Velencia’s compound.
RAY: You moved it?! You little…
Rayvens eyes turn to fire. River gives her a smug smirk.
RIV: Choke on a dick, skank
Khamyra grabs your hand, laughing to a point she is almost in tears and heads inside.
Chance: Shaking my head as we head inside
DMaster: You hear a scuffle outside and you keep walking in. Two “guards” look up, bow to you, then look past. They take a moment to acknowledge you, then they exchange glances like “they at it again?” shoulders sagging a bit. They rush past you. You are at a crossroads, just standing there, wondering which way to go. Then you see movement to the left. It is Rawek in a simple gown of sorts shuffling along. He guides you to two large metal double doors. It opens into the 200 feet wide chamber, octagonal in nature. The entire floor goes down 2-3 steps to the lower floor. The ceiling is glass and what appears to be an over abundance of steel bars and such. There are tables, chairs, a large “corkboard” tons of shelves and 100’s if not thousands of books. The floor has a red Finster symbol on it. Large mini braziers hanging off the wall, only a few lit because during the day the massive reinforced skylight seems to give enough light. There is a few people here. Best way to describe them; think of a very holy cleric… then think the opposite. That is what they look like. One does stand out from the rest. A total of 5 people, not including you two.
Chance: Look around, thinking, damn.
DMaster: The one man, who has a symbol of Finster tattooed on his neck, looks up and smiles. Dark complexion, a face that has seen one too many battles, really.
KHA: Hamza, I haven’t seen you in forever
She walks over to a man, they warrior shake. Rawek walks past you
RAW: Welcome to the war room young Champion
Velencia looks up
VEL: Where the hell have you been?
Chance: Chan: As if it is any concern of yours
Crossing my arms looking at her
DMaster: VEL: You are seriously the pure definition of a Chump.
Rawek stops, looks at the both of you, and squawks real loud.
RAW: Not today, please!
He looks again and squawks even louder. Khamyra looks to the bird man and smiles. Nods her head. He reciprocates.
KHA: Yes, if I have to endure a romper, like those two fucking idiots that led us here, I will torch this whole motherfucking place and send it into the underearth for eternity!
Velencia has bigger eyes, looks at you, then back to the Warlock.
VEL: Bad day, brown eyes?
She nods her head and Khamyra goes over and the two hug. Then after looks at a guard closing the door.
VEL: Are they fighting again???
The man nods his head. Rawek jumps on a stool so he can get a better look on the table Velencia is at.
RAW: Let them just kill each other already
The High Priestess turns to Khamyra.
VEL: So, I guess you finally read the note
Khamyra is looking around in awe, it’s awesome in here, very clean, very professional, maps, books, tables, two scribes, the man Khamyra knows, and another cleric of sorts looking through things
Chance: Chan: well she read the note. I was too busy trying to keep those two from clawing each others eyes out
shaking my head
Chan: so just what the hell is going on? What happened to take a vacation?
DMaster: VEL: Unlike your brain, that is always on a vacation, we have things to do.
The man Khamyra went over is eyeing you up, he looks confused. Then puts down the book and walks over to you. Goes to one knee.
Chance: Chan: Please, rise, I am not that formal.
DMaster: He looks at you, smiles a bit.
HAM: M’Lord. It is nice to meet you.
Chance: Chan: As you, Hamza is it? What do you do here?
Looking about the room.
DMaster: HAM: I am the Priestesses Tempest. I am usually out on missions and such, but with the return of magic, we have bigger things to deal with now, research being one of them.
He nods again and goes back to his research.
DM: A tempest is a blend of Dark Cleric and Assassin. Having limited god given powers but is usually always guided and directed by a Priest or Priestess. They are fairly rare as the Assassin and Cleric part usually conflicts, even for evil people.
Chance: Look back over to Velencia
Chan: Why are we here again?
DMaster: She scoffs a bit.
VEL: Remember the one thing the Harpy said, before your fiance put the blade to her, or it, or whatever?
Chance: Nod my head.
Chan: I am not sure, my brain is on vacation remember?
DMaster: Khamyra gives you eyes that could tear through a mountainside.
Chance: Stand a little straighter.
Chan: yes, I do. Care, cory, core something.
DMaster: Khamyra holds up the note that was handed to her and it says “Corellon”
VEL: Well, we thought it was a person.
She pauses looking over her research in front of her.
KHA: It’s a place, A stronghold in the Blackened Fields of Rarensari, south east of Iraxican.
Velencia gives her a slightly angry look
VEL: You already know this? Why didn’t you tell me?
Khamyra looks up and smiles softly.
KHA: Just found out, oddly enough, my mom told me
Velencia’s eyes light up
VEL: Oh no, your mum is here? Hun, I didn’t know. That explains the bags under your eyes, irritability…
She walks over and gives Khamyra another hug and she welcomes it
Chance: Chan: The humidity doesn’t help, though it’s nice in here.
Look around.
DMaster: Rawek has a paper in his hand.
RAW: “Corellon” is the city state that once was, it was deserted about the same time the 2nd Era started. It was not renamed Rarensari, until a few centuries later. There was a stronghold there, in the middle of the city.
He puts some papers down next to Velencia, standing next to her on a stool.
RAW: Over that time it actually…
Khamyra’s eyes light up.
KHA: Created the Black fields??
He nods his head, chirps.
KHA: Hmm, I just drank a little of that…
She wrinkles her nose a bit.
Chance: Chan: okay, let me guess, we need to go check out the stronghold
DMaster: They look at you oddly, shake their head. They go back to talking.
VEL: A man, well… I guess a man, named Varow was the head Chancellor of this City. When it was apparent that Animax was going to rule the heavens alone, he disappeared. Shortly after, as Rawek said, the city went into disrepair and was abandoned.
Khamyra is tapping her finger on the table, leaning over in deep thought.
Chance: Stare at her butt, then try and get my flopper under control. Feeling my face flush I turn my head so I am not staring at her butt
DMaster: Velencia notices that and gives you a look.
VEL: Are you paying attention, chump?
Chance: Nod my head, cross my arms, as I listen
DMaster: Khamyra glances over and smirks.
KHA: No, probably staring at my ass
Chance: Look surprised.
Chan: I am not, I mean, what I was ummm…
Look down.
DMaster: You see Velencia look at you, then kind of bops her head around, in understanding. Khamyra looks at the Priestess and Invoker.
KHA: Why do I know that name? Varow?
RAW: Bonerazor ring a bell?
Her eyes bulge
KHA: The original invoker?!?
RAW: Aye, yes. Legendary, and has power over “above earth” creatures too, though they were usually dead. He fell out of favor from Finster, and he was blazing his own path until the heavens turned to just one god.
Chance: Chan: like the Earth Siren we encountered?
DMaster: Rawek chirps at you, head nods, agreeing.
Chance: Chan: oh. Hmmm
Why were they around here? Thinking to myself.
DMaster: Khamyra and Velencia staring at each other
KHA: My mother told me there have been multiple reports of activity at the heart of Rarensari, presumably the stronghold. Flying creatures, weird noises and the such.
Velencia chuckles…
VEL: Well that confirms it, he is probably back and in business in some way shape or form.
RAW: Chirp FUCK chirp
Chance: Give Rawek a look, not sure I have heard him swear before.
Chan: just grand a legendary, invoker who has power over earth creatures as if it cant get any better
DMaster: Velencia chuckles at Rawek.
VEL: I know my friend, having someone who is the creator of invoking, soured it and was known to set the under earth in turmoil is back, kind of really… sucks.
RAW: It does, it is bad enough he is back, but his power originating from Necromancy?
The High Priestess then nods her head.
VEL: So with magic back, he will have full reign. Most likely.
RAW: Well, not full. He fell out of Atticus’s good graces before he was cast out, destroyed, whatever. I am sure Finster does not even know of him really, plus when he does find out, he probably is not welcoming him with open arms. His invoking skills have to be stifled right now.
Chance: head snaps to Rawek when he says necromancy
Chan:Wait, who is Atticus?
DMaster: They all chuckle.
RAW: History *chirp* my dear Champion. He was the god that filled the “evil” void in the beginning of time on Legon. Atticus was cast out, destroyed by what we assumed Animax. It was brutal to a point where his existence was completely wiped from Legon, and almost his legacy too.
He chirps a second, tapping his beak in thought.
RAW: Thinking about it more, I think this Iron Wench might of had a hand in it, it would make more sense.
Chance: Chan: damn it, That is crazy.
Pause then get everyone’s attention.
Chan: If he using necromancy I wonder what else, or who else could be drawn to him?
Giving them a wide eyed, “you know who I am talking about” look.
DMaster: They glance at you, think for a moment.
KHA: A lich?
She looks at you again, eyes wide
VEL: Oh fuck… Matsimela!
Chance: Eyes turning to slits
Chan: Here I didn’t think it could get any worse.
DMaster: Without even knowing it, your eyes flare up and they all are taken back with it.
RAW: Well, that leaves a big fat *chirp* question.
KHA: Why were they here?
He chirps again and nods his head
Chance: Chan: well you know I will do what is needed of me
DMaster: Velencia goes to say something and Khamyra looks at her, death stare. She looks down and pushes a few papers, thinking twice about insulting you.
VEL: So I wonder something.
They look at her.
VEL: He was known realm wide during this time. But his wife was also. They had a very public split… I wonder if she is dead or she did something to keep herself alive until magic returned?
KHA: Yeah, is he undead? I mean 1200 years is a long ass time?
RAW: The black fields have grown a little every year, it is now a vast expanse…
Khamyra’s eyes bulge a little.
KHA: He was like suspended or fed off of other living things…
She sighs, Rawek nods his head.
RAW: Nothing lives there really. The barley wheat has almost everything sucked out of it, but just enough to sustain. If an animal wanders in there, they will have their life sucked from them little by little the longer they stay.
Velencia is pushing a few papers, grabs a book and pulls it towards her.
VEL: Ahhh here it is; Charota is her name. A powerful Sorceress in her own right
Chance: just standing there listening to all that is being said, since lack of sleep is not helping my mood
DMaster: They discuss the sorceress, and where she might be, dead or not. Eventually they wrap up things. Everyone says their goodbyes and you two head out. You see Rayven nursing a split lip walking past you.
Chance: Shake my head a bit. I guess I can understand it, I mean look at me and the Priestess.
DMaster: You get to your horses, glance back and the entrance all but disappears and it even looks a little different. Heading back to the homestead and again pass by some construction, excavation a ways in from the road. People pulling out wagons of rock and such. You get home, walk in and dinner is ready. You have a nice meal, watch the kiddos eat too. You are exhausted, after getting the kids to bed, both of you just pass out.
Chance: Let the exhaustion take hold wanting nothing more to just fall in bed and go to sleep
Starday (Sunday) 7:30 AM
DMaster: You wake up, on your own. It’s quiet.
Chance: get up and sit at the edge of the bed shaking head, look over to see if Khamyra is still asleep
DMaster: Empty. The kids are not there.
Chance: Grab some clothes and make my way downstairs
DMaster: DM: Condensing. You hit the bottom floor and you can hear Khamyra talking in her squeeky voice, some splashes and lots of giggles. Your fiance is bathing the kids, she joined in with them. The morning ramps up a bit, the order making their way in. You and Khamyra eat, help feed the kids. This is Sisse’s day off. Khamyra pretty much knows the answer but asks Chance if she should take the Paragon job. He says go for it. They decide to head into Camerondale to tell Cassie of the newest information and her acceptance.
Chance: Agree with Khamyra.
Chan: let’s go before we have visitors or another catfight out front
Look over to Novalee.
Chan: you going to be okay with the kiddos for a little while, Novie?
DMaster: She looks at you with an odd look, nods her head slowly. She looks back to the rest of the order who is giving you more odd looks.
KHA: Take a quick bath, then we’ll head out.
The order is now starting to finish breakfast.
Chance: head upstairs and grab some better clothes and Silent Fate. Take a quick bath, get dressed and fix my hair before leaving the bathroom. Kiss each of the kiddos before leaving the house
DMaster: You two gear up and head out. The order all having fun with the kids
Chance: Once we are at the stables, pay to keep the horses there and hold Khamyra’s hand walking to the castle
Chan: I am going to let you do most of the talking when we get to the castle since I was ummm…distracted
giggling a bit
DMaster: KHA: Well, unless overnight you were somehow well versed on magic, then yeah hun, I’ll do the talking.
She shakes her head, leans into you a bit
KHA: I’ll aim my ass elsewhere today.
She giggles. Through the entranceway as the guards let you in. The castle seems a bit busier than you expected, being a Sunday. Close to the double doors of the throne room, Affinity, Bozutto and Saundra are talking. With them is a shorter elf woman, back is to you. It looks like she has on some ceremonial garb.
Chance: A big smile goes to my face seeing Affinity and Bozutto
DMaster: Looks like they just got out of a meeting, most likely a make shift one. King and Queen are not exactly in the usual royal gear. Affinity and Boz see you and wave you over, smiling. Saundra sees you, heads right over and hugs you
Chance: Hug Saundra back and start chuckling
Chan: good to see you again my Priestess.
DMaster: She smiles big
SAU: You too Chance
Khamyra is not wanting to look at her, she was none to happy with how she treated the order in the past.
Chance: Sigh, look over to Khamyra and give Saundra one more quick hug. Bow and greet the King and Queen.
DMaster: SAU: Oh, I wanted you to meet Naya’il, she is the newest High Cleric. She is taking over for…
She dips her head, stumbles over her words.
SAU: Everlee
Chance: Nod my head remembering my talk with Animax
DMaster: SAU: Well, she was accepted by Animax.
Saundra looks proud. The brown hair woman, turns to you, her eyes are like a clear spring sky, her hair perfect. her skin has a radiant glow, perfect tight little body. She has these dots on her head, one in the middle, three on each side of her face. You can swear she is glowing a bit, her eyes are definitely.
Chance: Step back a bit, frown.
Chan: Uh, Accepted? This is not a good idea.
DMaster: As your eyes meet, it just erupts in you. A burning hatred fires up straight from your toes right to your heart. It seems the same happens to her, and the elf eyes burst with white energy, she steps back with her saying.
WOMAN: You!
Khamyra’s eyes bulge, and quickly looks at you. Your face is changed already, eyes radiating the blue fire color, a snarl across your face. Without even knowing it, a powerful guttural growl erupts from you. The room all jumps and looks over. Guards unsheath weapons and they race over. You go to lunge for her, but Khamyra grabs your arm. Affinity gets you full throttle. She steps back in pain, grabbing for her head.
AFF: Ow, dammit Chance.
Saundra grabs Naya’il, as she is trying to lunge for you, eyes just bursting. Before you could stop yourself you utter in your growl, “control your dog, High Priestess…” almost disembodied. Then you remember Finster talking to you, about Edwin.
Chance: I will calm down, immediately. Force myself to revert. Take a deep breath, look at Khamyra.
DMaster: The young, glowing elf is hard to control, still trying to get past Saundra. A few guards helping. Two guards went to go for you, but stop seeing you now under control. Bozutto is wide eyed, his back almost to the throne room doors. 5-6 guards now standing inbetween him, Affinity and the two of you.
SAU: Naya! Steady yourself disciple!
The usual stoic calm High Priestess is flush and angry almost. She looks to you.
Chance: Chan: Sorry Saundra, I think she is a bit more than “accepted.” She has some kind of Animax stink on her; Mortal enemies, hate each other, etc, etc.
Look at Affinity.
Chan: My apologies my Queen, I was ill prepared for this… meeting of sorts.
DMaster: Affinity nods her head and wades through the guards. Stands before the four of you, quite a look on her face.
AFF: I will not have this in our Castle, hell in our City. If you two want to battle it out, Animax save you Naya’il, then walk your asses out there.
She has an angry look, pointing to the doors. Khamyra looks up to you.
KHA: Oh yeah… she must be connected to Animax.
She shakes her head, grabs your hand and holds it very tight. Feeling her touch keeps you very calm. Naya’il is still out of sorts, she is still being restrained. You are still surrounded by guards.
Chance: Stand straight, no emotions. Just don’t look at her.
DMaster: SAU: My apologies M’Lord and M’Lady, I did not think it would manifest itself so quickly
They all look at her curious. She notices.
SAU: She was accepted as the Guardian.
KHA: Guardian? Finally? Wow…
The King and Queen hands on their hips, wide eyes looking at the High Priestess. Barely believing what they hear, kind of disgusted.
AFF: Well that explains the outburst.
SAU: She is of Eldergleen blood as well, so I guess that is why it took to her so fast.
Chance: Look at everyone confused a bit.
DMaster: BOZ: Yes, we know of that… you can tell by her beauty.
The King nods to her smiling, and the Eldergleen nods in respect. Then he gets an annoyed nudge by Affinity.
Chance: Chan: Like a Renrazi.
DMaster: This elf woman looks at you, this time with a curious look and nods. After she is released, she instantly walks up to you, still trembling a bit. Saundra missed her moving away and turns to look over, wider eyes. Then goes for her only to stop, hearing her speak. She speaks in an elvish tongue.
NAY: So, you are the Champion I heard so much about from my High Priestess. (Elf)
She looks you over, like she was checking on a side of beef
Chance: Look down at her calmly.
Chan: Yes I am. Your blood may boil at the sight of me, mine does as well. But as of now, we are allies, whether you like it or not… (Elf)
DMaster: The Eldergleen looks at you with some confusion, then has to step away. You can’t help but marvel at her beauty, even though having her near you makes you want to rage. But if you could handle Edwin, you can handle her. You have no problems with control, after thinking of that.
SAU: Again, my apologies, we will take our leave.
BOZ: I think that would be best
He nods, Affinity seems to be in a bit of discomfort. The Priestess and Guardian walk out of the Castle.
BOZ: Hun?
AFF: Nothing, Chance’s little outburst just mixed up my brain a bit
Khamyra leans into you
KHA: How did I know this wasn’t going to be a simple visit…
She sighs
Chance: Chan: is anything ever simple when I am around, hun?
lean back into her
Chan: We are here to talk to the Baroness.
DMaster: Affinity glances up and nods.
BOZ: I kind of figured.
He looks at the both of you, keeping an extra eye on “you.” The guards relax and sheath their weapons.
Chance: Chan: Again, I am sorry for that outburst
DMaster: He nods his head.
BOZ: No need, I don’t think either of you expected that.
Affinity turns
AFF: I’ll get mom… err I mean Cassie
DMaster: You see a few familiar faces, but being Sunday, its fairly quiet. Cassie comes out, looks like she is dressed down a bit. She has a half hearted smile
CASS: Uh oh
Khamyra laughs and shakes her head.
Chance: Shaking my head
Chan: Why is it you say that, every time you see me
Smirking
DMaster: With a giggle, she is walking you in further.
CASS: Sorry, force of habit. Come on.
She leads you to that same room, then sits you down
CASS: Be right back
She leaves
KHA: Boy that guardian girl. Sure didn’t pick a powerhouse did they. I am not sure she could swing a morning star let alone battle with one.
Chance: Chan: okay so just what the hell is a guardian ?
DMaster: KHA: Animax’s Champion. I think Everlee was to be the last one, but she got into some shit. My guess Animax and Rosalinda didn’t like it and she was never promoted or given the gift.
Chance: Chan: oh, so like me but for Animax
DMaster: She nods
KHA: Now Everlee, I hated that bitch but she could swing a damn mace let me tell you.
Chance: Chan: Yeah, a guardian and a Champion. Not much we could do to stop what happened. Remind me to steer way clear of her, for all involved.
DMaster: KHA: Not sure why, but it makes sense that you two don’t like each other.
she nods to you. Then Cassie walks in with Ronnald.
CASS: Sorry had to track down our guy
You exchange pleasantries, he sits and gets ready.
CASS: Ok, let me have it
Chance: Chan: Hun if you will, I am still calming down
DMaster: Khamyra gives you a look like, “uh duh, we already talked about it,” then looks to the Baroness. She goes over what she spoke with Velencia about. Cassie seems to be a bit upset as the tale goes on.
CASS: So, this ancient necromancer, invoker guy has woke up with the introduction of Magic on Legon
She looks at both of you
CASS: Wonderful, if we didn’t have our plates full with everything else, including an estranged goddess…
Cassie sighs
Chance: looking at Cassie covering my mouth thinking of my future in laws, trying not to giggle
DMaster: Both look at you, Ronnald stops looks at you too. Cassie shakes her head
CASS: Same old Chance
Khamyra tells her about the confrontation out in the entranceway.
CASS: Say what now?
She slams her fist on the table, eyes a blaze.
CASS: How is it, we are the ones running this Kingdom and we seem to always be the last to know, I thought we were picking out the Guardian, and they just went and did it… son of a bitch.
Taking a deep breath, shaking her head.
KHA: Yeah a tiny little Eldergleen, looked like she would be good for picking flowers, not picking fights
Cassie looks down shaking her head
CASS: Naya’il, they chose Naya’il
Ronnald chuckles and keeps writing. Cassie gives him a sideward glance.
Chance: Shaking head and just let Khamyra keep talking
DMaster: CASS: Well Champion…
she looks at you
CASS: As our Champion, I am asking you for a favor
Chance: Chan: and that is?
DMaster: CASS: We need a light show tomorrow night, so to speak.
Khamyra scrunches her brow
Chance: Chan: ummmm, just what are you asking of me?
looking at her with a raised eyebrow
DMaster: CASS: The past week, we have been setting up to start building the road through teeter winds on the outskirts. Skirmishes every night, nothing has seemed to detour the orcs and hobgoblins trying to stop us from building. Luckily it has only been at night. Instead of a fight, I thought maybe a nice light show from you… even if they do attack we plan to have triple the guards there. But something fantastical, get them to back off a bit.
Khamyra exchanges glances with you.
KHA: I want a piece of that action, I can whip up a spell or two to make them drop a chocolate truffle in their knickers
Ronnald looks up, stops writing, shakes his head.
RON: I’m not writing that down.
Cassie giggles
Chance: Giggle a bit and look at Cassie
Chan: you know what? sure, why not if it will take my mind off of some things
DMaster: CASS: We will meet you at the northern entrance to Grayshale tomorrow afternoon, that should give us enough time to ride and then, what? Make them shoot out chocolate truffles?
Chance: Chan: hey why not, after the last couple days. better someone else shoots out chocolate truffles instead of me.
giggling
DMaster: Cassie fidgets a bit and the Warlocks and Baroness’s eyes meet.
CASS: So any thought on the position, Khamyra?
She nods to Cassie, smiles.
KHA: I accept.
Cassies eyes bulge and gets a huge smile across her face
CASS: Finally good news! Yes!
They get up and hug.
RON: Do I write in the journal, if she accepts with a hug and talks about shooting truffles out of their asses or no?
Playfully rubbing his chin
Chance: Chan: Umm, I hope not.
can’t help but bust out laughing
DMaster: You four chit chat for a bit, its getting near lunch.
CASS: I have a lunch date with my daughter, so I must take my leave
You all hug it out and you leave. After some decision making, Chance and Khamyra decide to make a quick visit to the Dukes Den, the place where they first met.
Chance: Chan: Just as long as I don’t have to make any toasts.
DMaster: She looks at you
KHA: Yeah let’s go… I can order a wine and you can order a mug
she grabs your hand
Chance: Grab her hand and walk off.
DMaster: You get there, and its half full only being a bit past High Sun and the seats are open.
Chance: as we are sitting down.
Chan: yeah and I remember your ass as it was going out the door
chuckling a little.
DMaster: KHA: You’re obsessed!
Pulling yourself up to the bar. You sit down, order your drinks, then get two shots. She holds her shot up
Chance: hold up my shot as well and smile
Chan: Go ahead, say it.
DMaster: She shakes her head.
KHA: To setting the teeter winds on fire tomorrow night… a little of it anyways
Chance: Chan: I won’t argue with that and no bad lines from me
smile and down the shot
DMaster: She nudges you, almost spills your shot. Then you down it
KHA: Awww
she downs hers, sips on her wine
Chance: Get the bartender’s attention and see about getting a mini-keg delivered to the shale
DMaster: The two of them enjoy a moment together, then the Bartender sells him a mini keg. Came to 6 gold, 2 silver.
DM: Condensing. The two head back home, enjoying the perfect day of mid 70’s, low humidity and a few puffy clouds. It is a Sunday, and everyone is kind of flaking out. Griffin and Reneta are under a tree chit chatting. The kids are out in the backyard, Novalee and Trinity are playing with them. Luella is reading a book, in a chair against the house. You imagine Cullun is researching as usual, and Dash, who knows. Late afternoon, Khamyra’s mom shows up and they have a quick conversation between the two of them. Khamyra comes back with a mixed look on her face.
KHA: They are staying in town for the Wedding. I mean it makes sense I guess, I didn’t think they would want to be part of it. I know Khymzid doesn’t…
She sighs.
KHA: No sense leaving, they couldn’t make it back home before having to head back.
Chance: Chan: well we will just make the best of it love
DMaster: You two finish out the day with the order and the Kids. It was a real nice evening. Snuggled a bit with the kids in your lap watching a sunset on the balcony. Almost a magical moment. After putting the kids to bed, you two think about knocking boots, but just fall asleep instead.
Mondalay (Monday) 7:00 AM
Chance: lay in bed wait to see what the cryer comes up with for today
DMaster: CRY: Last time I played in the sandbox, the cat kept trying to cover me up, Get up! 7:00 AM!
Chance: shaking my head and get out of bed. I think I am bare assed. Start getting dressed and then start getting my gear around
DMaster: Khamyra gets up too, grabs the kids changes them
Chance: Making it a point to get all my weapons and my ugly ass armor ready
DMaster: The morning flies by. Sisse shows up and takes care of the kids, Khamyra is gearing up as well. You have a quick lunch and finalize gearing up. You head out after giving the kiddos a kiss on the head. It is a 2 minute trot on your horses to the entrance area.
Chance: Look around
DMaster: There are people kind of crowded at the entrance, looking on. When you finally make it through there is quite the entourage, about 40 guards on horseback, two larger wagons being pulled with more guards and supplies
CASS: We already have about 50 guards there, this will give it over 100. So we will be ready for anything, last night I guess it was quiet… hell, maybe tonight will be quiet again.
Chance: Chan: please don’t jinx us Cassie
giving her one of my silly smiles
DMaster: She frowns and shakes her head.
CASS: Lets ride!
The entourage moves out, after a short break for some food, drink and a squirt. You ride again and make it by dusk. Its a pretty big area, tents all about, guards , etc. A make shift stables, a larger fire where squires and the like are cooking.
Chance: dismount and tie up Toby
DMaster: Torches all over, a few large metal braziers… other campfires as well. Looks like people are gearing up for tonight. It is a little bit abuzz. Cassie is walking through now.
Chance: Follow Cassie.
DMaster: Both you and Khamyra make it into the biggest hut in the camp site. McKenna is there, going over a few things
Chance: Eyes light up seeing McKenna. I make it a point to go over to her
DMaster: She shakes your hand,
MCK: Oh, you are here? Good! Very good!
She is even happier seeing Khamyra trailing behind
Chance: Chan: yeah just in case you need backup and someone needed to, well, blow off a little steam
looking back at Khamyra, then back to McKenna.
DMaster: Khamyra smiles shrugs her shoulders. As you are settling down from the long ride, you can hear arguing outside. Cassie is not happy. Khamyra turns and walks out to see.
KHA: Son of a bitch
Chance: shaking my head hearing her say that. I glance out of the tent.
DMaster: You see the Guardian there with 2 other clerics armed to the teeth. The Eldergleen is in this shiny steel armor, looks perfect in everyway. Has a smaller morning star by her side, a shield with Animaxes symbol on it and she seems to glow even more, now that it is dark. A lot of the guards are looking over to her.
CASS: I said a cleric or two with a few monks, Saundra, dammit…
SAU: Why is this a big deal?
Cassie gives her a look and thumbs back to you. Saundra glances over and sees you
SAU: Oh… That is why it’s a big deal.
Your eyes meet with the Guardians. Both of your eyes turn to slits.
Chance: Remembering how I handled things with Edwin. I take a deep breath.
DMaster: She growls a bit, eyes flash but she as well, gets it under control with a little help from Saundra. Just then Khamyra waves her hands around.
KHA: shush, everyone, be quiet!
Chance: looking around, I start to listen
DMaster: Everyone in the camp stops, listens and in the distance you can hear thud… thud… thud… thud… and it felt as though the earth is moving too, the sound getting louder.
CASS: Just great, what the hell did they bring to the party?