Lady Lesyeux stares at her reflection for the hundredth time that day. “Incredible.” she whispers, also for the hundredth time.
Many changes have been made to the mountain top fortress. The walls have been repaired, gone are all signs of Wee Jas and Erythnul and in their place, shining symbols of Pelor. Even the secret tunnel linking the fort to the monastery has been rediscovered and cleared.
The massive Oak tree created by Chen has been given thought and movement by the Druidess Wer and now stands guard against aggressors as well as offering shade for the mixed people of the fort.
Lady Lesyeux catches Ortos’ massive face in the mirror and is startled out of her musings.
“I’m sorry my Lady.” Ortos’ voice is both gentle and rough. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I know my form is horrendous.”
Lady Lesyeux turns and smiles. “I see only goodness. Won’t you stay while I organise my duties?”
Ortos looks a little puzzled. “Do you not want to return home now you are whole once more? I have already asked for volunteers to escort you.”
Now it’s Lady Lesyeux’ turn to look puzzled. “Why would I leave? Everything I desire is here.”
With that she rises to her feet and walks over to the towering Bugbear. “I love you Ortos and now I finally have lips to show you.”
Showing posts with label Monsters of Good. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monsters of Good. Show all posts
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Divided you’ll Fall
As we’re taking a short break, here is everyone’s current situation.
The Party is currently split into three groups.
Chen, Wer, Thesis and Elogyn are at the damaged fortress with the Monsters for Good and the Grey refugees.
Eolar, Durin and Bodush are the guests of General Oolf, leader of the White army. They are an hour or so inside the Southern White territory.
Ned is in the secret Elven Township with Joey the Elven warrior.
Mendez is hundreds of miles away in his home city.
The Party is currently split into three groups.
Chen, Wer, Thesis and Elogyn are at the damaged fortress with the Monsters for Good and the Grey refugees.
Eolar, Durin and Bodush are the guests of General Oolf, leader of the White army. They are an hour or so inside the Southern White territory.
Ned is in the secret Elven Township with Joey the Elven warrior.
Mendez is hundreds of miles away in his home city.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Mad Monk
Lord Catidsis glares down at the Black army runner. The Monsters for Good were trouble enough but now it seems they have even stronger help.
“The stunted creature you describe is called a Dwarf. The frail looking one is probably an Elf and the bearded youth a Sorcerer.”
Looking out across the cherry blossom tree islands surrounding the monastery, the greying, self proclaimed ‘Lord’, sighs.
“Send for General Sorel and a battalion of his best men. It’s time he earned his keep.”
Turning his back on the boy, Lord Catidsis goes to meditate and to commune with his God.
“The stunted creature you describe is called a Dwarf. The frail looking one is probably an Elf and the bearded youth a Sorcerer.”
Looking out across the cherry blossom tree islands surrounding the monastery, the greying, self proclaimed ‘Lord’, sighs.
“Send for General Sorel and a battalion of his best men. It’s time he earned his keep.”
Turning his back on the boy, Lord Catidsis goes to meditate and to commune with his God.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Pig Headed Advice
Lefty and Righty, separate from their armour but still always together, sit down next to Thesis. Perhaps it’s his new form, but the Orcs have taken an interest in him since his rebirth.
“It’s right to attack the War priests.” Says Lefty.
“It’s the only thing left to do.” Says Righty.
“But be warned. Monks is tricky.”
“And be watching out for the crocs.”
“Some say there’s a monster hidden in the cellars.”
“I likes monsters.”
“I had a puppy once.”
“Until youse ate it!”
They both start laughing at the apparently funny memory and wonder off with their good arms wrapped around each other.
“It’s right to attack the War priests.” Says Lefty.
“It’s the only thing left to do.” Says Righty.
“But be warned. Monks is tricky.”
“And be watching out for the crocs.”
“Some say there’s a monster hidden in the cellars.”
“I likes monsters.”
“I had a puppy once.”
“Until youse ate it!”
They both start laughing at the apparently funny memory and wonder off with their good arms wrapped around each other.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wer Rat in the Woodpile
Wer, sitting under the big oak in the castle having a well deserved break thinks...
"I do kind of like the rag tag group of people in this castle, they are good people... I don't like Eolars plan... He wants to take away from my friends what they built..."
She plays with an acorn fallen from this big tree...
"I have to talk with the lady cleric, I have an idea!" *grins*
"Dear Miss Priestess, do you really think that letting those st-Cuthbert monkeys overtake your humble home and community can help your followers and friends?"
"I do kind of like the rag tag group of people in this castle, they are good people... I don't like Eolars plan... He wants to take away from my friends what they built..."
She plays with an acorn fallen from this big tree...
"I have to talk with the lady cleric, I have an idea!" *grins*
"Dear Miss Priestess, do you really think that letting those st-Cuthbert monkeys overtake your humble home and community can help your followers and friends?"
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Short Stories
Despite the disastrous beginning, the people of the fort have accepted Eolar and his followers and friends.
Perhaps it is because loss has become second nature to them. Perhaps it is due to the obvious regret and penance.
Selmars, Gelless and Thesis spend time together adapting to their new forms. Ortos takes pains to help them come to terms with their new reality.
Only Enas, the supposedly sane Derro, avoids all contact. It is due to this reserve that Durin in surprised when the pallid Derro knocks timidly on his door.
“May I come in?” he squeaks.
On Durin’s agreement, Enas enters cautiously.
“Forgive my seeming anti-socialness. Most creatures that know of my race, attack me on sight.”
Durin smiles as he remembers Thesis’ reaction.
“I’m wondering if you’d tell me about the Dwarven homeland? The stories I know are distorted by madness and hatred. I would dearly love to hear of our ancestry.”
Durin pulls a face. Despite knowing that Enas is sane, he can’t help feeling uncomfortable.
“It’s my turn on guard duty next. I do the night shift as I can see in the dark. Would you keep me company and tell me some Dwarven fables?”
Perhaps it is because loss has become second nature to them. Perhaps it is due to the obvious regret and penance.
Selmars, Gelless and Thesis spend time together adapting to their new forms. Ortos takes pains to help them come to terms with their new reality.
Only Enas, the supposedly sane Derro, avoids all contact. It is due to this reserve that Durin in surprised when the pallid Derro knocks timidly on his door.
“May I come in?” he squeaks.
On Durin’s agreement, Enas enters cautiously.
“Forgive my seeming anti-socialness. Most creatures that know of my race, attack me on sight.”
Durin smiles as he remembers Thesis’ reaction.
“I’m wondering if you’d tell me about the Dwarven homeland? The stories I know are distorted by madness and hatred. I would dearly love to hear of our ancestry.”
Durin pulls a face. Despite knowing that Enas is sane, he can’t help feeling uncomfortable.
“It’s my turn on guard duty next. I do the night shift as I can see in the dark. Would you keep me company and tell me some Dwarven fables?”
Monday, March 23, 2009
Restoring a Head
The Lady Lesyeux acts independently and imperiously. Her noble ancestry is clearly apparent.
Turning to Eolar, she speaks with a a voice that's, despite her lack of lips, clear and pure.
“A kind but lowly priest of Pelor travelled with us for a while and I studied under him in an attempt to gain the power needed to heal my friends. I’ve learned a lot since our last meeting, but I am still years away from being granted the powers I need.”
She stops for a moment. Her thoughts impenetrable behind her featureless mask.
“Now that Gelless and Selmars are whole again… more AND less, I have only to find a way to restore Lefty and Righty’s arms. Could your superiors do this as well?”
The Lady Lesyeux unclips her mask and reveals the ruins of her once breathtaking looks. Her still beautiful eyes are set within a grotesque death mask.
“Could your superiors return my face to me?”
Then she pauses again.
“Could they restore Ortos to human form?”
Turning to Eolar, she speaks with a a voice that's, despite her lack of lips, clear and pure.
“A kind but lowly priest of Pelor travelled with us for a while and I studied under him in an attempt to gain the power needed to heal my friends. I’ve learned a lot since our last meeting, but I am still years away from being granted the powers I need.”
She stops for a moment. Her thoughts impenetrable behind her featureless mask.
“Now that Gelless and Selmars are whole again… more AND less, I have only to find a way to restore Lefty and Righty’s arms. Could your superiors do this as well?”
The Lady Lesyeux unclips her mask and reveals the ruins of her once breathtaking looks. Her still beautiful eyes are set within a grotesque death mask.
“Could your superiors return my face to me?”
Then she pauses again.
“Could they restore Ortos to human form?”
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Planning Ahead
Eolar found Lady Lesyeux standing on the battlements looking down at the valley. The early morning mist covered most of the valley and, combined with the first light of day, created a calm and serene atmosphere.
"Wer just started to raise your people again. It will take a while to bring them all back and many of them won't have their old form. I'm sorry for that but my powers are not strong enough, yet, to raise them as humans for sure. If they want, I can send for a higher level healer who could be here within a few days to raise the ones who don't trust the more random powers of nature"
"Thank you for the offer, I will ask the families of the victims."
"I wanted to apologize again for the attack. It was a chain of unfortunate events and could have been avoided if we both would have acted befitting our standing as we both didn't present the symbols of our affiliations clearly enough. We attacked like a group of mercenaries, hiding our vestments, and you were defending a stronghold covered in evil emblems. It wasn't proper behaviour and our gods taught us a prompt lesson."
A few seconds passed while Lady Lesyeux stood there looking into the distance.
"We just started to setup a refuge for us and the suffering people from the village. We had no time to spend on embellishing these buildings. People always come first!"
Eolar ignored the slightly sarcastic tone in her voice.
"I saw the grey-clothed villagers. What are they suffering from?"
"There is a war going on for years in this valley between the white north and the black south. Deeply rooted hatred parts the two fractions north and south of the river. We force the refugees to wear grey to remind them that they are on neither side anymore! We do what we can, but there are too many refugees and the constant attacks make things worse! I don't have many followers in faith within these walls."
"Attacks of the villagers? Why are they attacking you?"
"No, the villagers are busy killing themselves. The attacks are coming from the monastery on the other side of the village. The priests of Erythnul that we banished from this stronghold have their base there. We are not strong enough to attack them so we have to rely on these walls to hide behind."
Eolar looked down into the valley where the morning's mist slowly dissolved in the warm sunlight.
"My followers have much to atone for after killing innocent defenders of faith, even though it was unintentional. Elogyn would call it a test of St.Cuthbert, and even I now believe he offers us a chance to redeem ourselves. We will take care of this church of Erythnul and squelch all evil in this valley!"
"Your help in this case would be much appreciated, but beware, it is said the followers of evil have a daemon amongst them. Don't underestimate their strength!"
"We fought the forces of evil on many occasions and with the power of St.Cuthbert on our side we always came out victorious. But thank you for the warning!"
Eolar turned round and looked over the awakening fortress.
"You know, the place here is perfect to set up a bastion of order in these chaotic lands. Since you have problems defending yourself we could work together to create a strong centre of lawful faith. My church is strong and could give you the protection you need to do your charitable work. Of course I respect your claim on this fortress but we should talk about an alliance after we have expelled evil from this valley."
For the first time Lady Lesyeux turned her head and looked at Eolar. Through the mask he couldn't make out her expression, so he continued
"Our gods are allies and Pelorians and followers of St.Cuthbert have worked together many times in history. My orders are to set up a strong church here near the forbidden lands and our protection would give you the chance to gain followers and do good."
He looked at her in excitement.
"Imagine what we could set up here! A shining beacon of lawful order. We can create a new order within this valley. In rebuilding this church the villagers could reinvent themselves and become part of a well structured and ordered society under the eyes of St.Cuthbert and Pelor. The community could rise from the ashes of a long war and become an example for many others. It's a lot of work, but it would be worth it. I can see these walls in shining white, with the sun of Pelor and the star burst of St.Cuthbert engraved in them. It would be a place of wisdom and teaching as well as protection and judgment. What do you think?"
[Eolar rolled a 17 for diplomacy ;-)]
"Wer just started to raise your people again. It will take a while to bring them all back and many of them won't have their old form. I'm sorry for that but my powers are not strong enough, yet, to raise them as humans for sure. If they want, I can send for a higher level healer who could be here within a few days to raise the ones who don't trust the more random powers of nature"
"Thank you for the offer, I will ask the families of the victims."
"I wanted to apologize again for the attack. It was a chain of unfortunate events and could have been avoided if we both would have acted befitting our standing as we both didn't present the symbols of our affiliations clearly enough. We attacked like a group of mercenaries, hiding our vestments, and you were defending a stronghold covered in evil emblems. It wasn't proper behaviour and our gods taught us a prompt lesson."
A few seconds passed while Lady Lesyeux stood there looking into the distance.
"We just started to setup a refuge for us and the suffering people from the village. We had no time to spend on embellishing these buildings. People always come first!"
Eolar ignored the slightly sarcastic tone in her voice.
"I saw the grey-clothed villagers. What are they suffering from?"
"There is a war going on for years in this valley between the white north and the black south. Deeply rooted hatred parts the two fractions north and south of the river. We force the refugees to wear grey to remind them that they are on neither side anymore! We do what we can, but there are too many refugees and the constant attacks make things worse! I don't have many followers in faith within these walls."
"Attacks of the villagers? Why are they attacking you?"
"No, the villagers are busy killing themselves. The attacks are coming from the monastery on the other side of the village. The priests of Erythnul that we banished from this stronghold have their base there. We are not strong enough to attack them so we have to rely on these walls to hide behind."
Eolar looked down into the valley where the morning's mist slowly dissolved in the warm sunlight.
"My followers have much to atone for after killing innocent defenders of faith, even though it was unintentional. Elogyn would call it a test of St.Cuthbert, and even I now believe he offers us a chance to redeem ourselves. We will take care of this church of Erythnul and squelch all evil in this valley!"
"Your help in this case would be much appreciated, but beware, it is said the followers of evil have a daemon amongst them. Don't underestimate their strength!"
"We fought the forces of evil on many occasions and with the power of St.Cuthbert on our side we always came out victorious. But thank you for the warning!"
Eolar turned round and looked over the awakening fortress.
"You know, the place here is perfect to set up a bastion of order in these chaotic lands. Since you have problems defending yourself we could work together to create a strong centre of lawful faith. My church is strong and could give you the protection you need to do your charitable work. Of course I respect your claim on this fortress but we should talk about an alliance after we have expelled evil from this valley."
For the first time Lady Lesyeux turned her head and looked at Eolar. Through the mask he couldn't make out her expression, so he continued
"Our gods are allies and Pelorians and followers of St.Cuthbert have worked together many times in history. My orders are to set up a strong church here near the forbidden lands and our protection would give you the chance to gain followers and do good."
He looked at her in excitement.
"Imagine what we could set up here! A shining beacon of lawful order. We can create a new order within this valley. In rebuilding this church the villagers could reinvent themselves and become part of a well structured and ordered society under the eyes of St.Cuthbert and Pelor. The community could rise from the ashes of a long war and become an example for many others. It's a lot of work, but it would be worth it. I can see these walls in shining white, with the sun of Pelor and the star burst of St.Cuthbert engraved in them. It would be a place of wisdom and teaching as well as protection and judgment. What do you think?"
[Eolar rolled a 17 for diplomacy ;-)]
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