Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
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Post by Baethor on Nov 29, 2006 23:58:28 GMT -5
Baethor rises and stretches in the morning air, walking to his forge he picks up the blade he has been working on. lifting it by the tang and holding up the fresh steel in the morning light. a shorter, broader blade, heavier then most, tapering from a broad 4 inch base to its tip. wrapping cloth to simulate a handle he gives it a few test swings, the heavy blade almost feeling like it is cutting the air itself with the sheer weight. "hmm...a good dwarven blade..."
using his rag he takes the blade by its flat and walks towards the inn, pushing in through the doors and pressing up to the bar. As if not even noticing the other patrons he sets the blade on the bar, and looks for isen to bring him his morningbrew.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Nov 30, 2006 22:25:20 GMT -5
Elestirne nodded slightly to Zaron as she stood and came out of the shadows to join them. "Mara aure Zaron. Aye,as I said,suspicion is to be commended-epecially towards strangers-and is morever understandable." Once again she faced the elf-Taos Zaron had called him. "Aye. Saesa omentien lle indeed Elven-kin. Taos, is it?" The elven-queen inclined her head slightly to the tall elf. "I am the Lady Elestirne,Queen of the realm Taraer,a land far from here." Her sculpted lips curved into a smile and her grey eyes sparkled. "The silver in the stables you seem so intrigued by is Olore. He is my friend and companion and travels with me. He is very intellingent and understands all said in the tongues of elves and men. We have been through much together and he bears me only at his will."
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 15, 2006 8:01:04 GMT -5
Nichtmar yawns from his room upstairs in the tavern, he takes a quick look over the drawings for a future fortress of Mittelmarch. He thinks to himself, "I wish Taos was here to look at these, stupid elf."
Nichtmar heads downstairs, "Good morning, Lady elf."
ooc-(FYI for those just hoping in this is before Mittelmarch got burned)
He nods to Zaron, "So I was thinking, it's strange that Grish'nak has been so quiet. I worry we won't be ready for attack, we just don't have the forces, we should contact Oron and see if he will aid in our defense."
Nichtmar heads behind the bar, grabs a pan and some eggs from a cubbard, and heads to the fire pit in the middle of the room and sits the pan on the grill and breaks open the eggs, pouring the yolk in the pan.
Looking to Lady Elestirne, "Miss do you have an understanding of magic?"
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Isen Ehtar
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1st King of Mittelmarch
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Dec 15, 2006 12:06:02 GMT -5
Isen makes his way out from the back room behind the bar and immediately brings Baethor his morning mug. He picks up the blade that Baethor put on the counter and looks at it.
"This will be quite a nice blade for you. Am I to put the handle on it?"
Isen looks around to the rest of the people in his inn.
"Good to see that you've finally taken to just getting the things you want here Nichtmar. Good morning to you young Storm, Lady Elestirne.
It is then that Isen realizes that Taos is in his inn.
"By the gods...Taos. I haven't seen you in here for a while now. How have you been my friend?"
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Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
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Post by Baethor on Dec 16, 2006 22:28:12 GMT -5
Baethor chuckles as he takes the warm mug in both hands, breathing in deep his morningbrew. Drinking it deeply as he thinks how happy he is that he showed Isen how to make Morningbrew, saving him the trouble. After draining half of the warm liquid, he wipes his mouth and looks up to isen.
"Ahh, no lad. I've got me own ideas fer that...Just brought it here to see what the steel think it should have...I feel the weapons should always have a say in how they are made, hehehe."
The dwarf looks back to see Taos, and wonders when he gets there, despite having walked past him earlier. The dwarf gets a broad smile seeing the elf back and leans against the bar.
"Ah, just what we need...More elves! No offence Lady Elestirne, hehehe."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Dec 16, 2006 23:10:37 GMT -5
Elestirne returned Isen's greeting with a slight nod and a greeting of her own,and,with a soft laugh and smile,nodded to Baethor. "None taken you can be sure Baethor."
At Nichtmar's question she turned to face the ogre. Her face was unreadable and she was silent a moment as she considered the question and whether or no to answer him.
"I do,at that-or so it could be said,"she said at last. The regal queen's fair face was thoughtful. "It comes to me from both sides of my family. Whether or no I am able to help you depends upon what kind of magic you desire or need knowledge of Nichtmar."
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Post by Zaron on Dec 22, 2006 11:14:26 GMT -5
Zaron nods in agrement to Nichtmar his face becoming troubled as he thinks of the troubles ahead and the journey they should make to Oron's axehold.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Dec 23, 2006 0:04:31 GMT -5
Elestirne looked from one to the other;her face becoming slightly troubled as she noted the worried expression of Zaron. "I should like to know who or what this Grish'nak is and why such a threat would be posed by it or them and if Nichtmar's question of whether or no I know magic is connected with it."
She paused a moment,then looked at Nichtmar. "Now good ogre,what specific kind of magic do you need knowledge or understanding of?"
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Post by strays on Dec 23, 2006 0:26:22 GMT -5
Strays comes back in after half-an-hour, still hadn't had breakfast, and asked Isen if he could provide Strays with a meal. Strays, intrigued by the new topic, never knew what magic was, so he listened intently to the conversation. OOC: In my last post Strays never actually found anything
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 4, 2007 8:00:03 GMT -5
Nichtmar stands to the side of the fire pit grabs the pan and with a quick jerk of his wrist he flips his eggs over, he sits the pan down and headsto the bar and grabs a roll from the basket. He begins to tear it open as he walks back to the pit.
"Since I've arrived here in Mittelmarch there has been a pull to the highest peek of The Iron Mountains, some days I stare at it for very long times. I wonder is this magic?"
He picks up the eggs with his open roll and closes it shut into a sandwich and takes a bite. Nichtmar grabs the skillet and hangs it back behind the bar.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jan 7, 2007 0:48:13 GMT -5
"It may very well be.."Elestirne's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she considered the question. "You say that you have felt a pull to the peak e'er since your arrival and that you stare at for very long intervals of time. That sounds to me of magic-either a enchantment or spell..or a call. Perhaps you are meant to go to the peak, for some reason I know not. Whether it is good magic or ill I cannot tell. It could be one or the either,or e'en both. It could be a positive call,something good meant for you to discover could lay hidden in the peak,waiting to come to light. Or it could be negative. Something dark could be pulling you towards the peak,some creature or thing..or a dark power or being stirring. I know naught of your land,nor the creatures to be found dwelling herein,but I advise you to be cautious about the peak all the same."
She paused now. "Without more knowledge of your attraction to this peak,the feelings you get from it and any history the peak itself may have or posses I fear that is all I can tell you on magic,unless you give me a specific element of magic you wish to learn about. Perhaps now you can tell me who this Grish-nak you spoke of is?" Her keen eyes noticed Strays. "Come young one,are you curious about what we speak of?" A slight smile touched her lips. "Magic amazes and mystifies many,but few understand it." A globe of silver-blue light slowly shimmered to life in her hand. For a few seconds it stayed;glowing with a soft pure light,then disappeared. "Even those who use it find it difficult to understand. It was here before us and shall be after we are gone. Perhaps it is meant never to be understood and remain a wonder and mystery."
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Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
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Post by Baethor on Jan 7, 2007 9:35:35 GMT -5
"S'not just the peak though ogre...I know mountains, and there is something wrong with that place..." The dwarf downed the last of his drink and whiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I've been out to those mountains before, seeing if there may be something of use out there. But the atmosphere 'round the whole damned thing is just....wrong."
The dwarfs belly gurgled unhappily and the dwarf tapped his empty mug against the bar. "Gimme 'nother brother, and what do we have outside of eggs fer brea'fast?"
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Isen Ehtar
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1st King of Mittelmarch
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Jan 7, 2007 13:12:15 GMT -5
"Well Brother we have the usual assortment of meats and breads that I always keep in stock," Isen says as he brings Baethor a second mug of morningbrew. "The Iron Mountains are wrought with mystery and magic, that I can assure you all. Though I am not much for wandering around mountains I have seen many things there that have kept me returning. And I have discovered many secrets about our land that would have otherwise gone unknown."
Isen brings Strays a plate with a roll and some dried meat on it. "Here, eat this friend."
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Post by Zaron on Jan 8, 2007 7:40:23 GMT -5
Zaron ponders the question for a moment then slowly answers, abit hesitant on how to explain the threat of Grish'nak fully. Well m'lady, Grish'nak is an orc chieftain, but he is more than that, the smartest and toughest orc I've ever encountered. He thinks along the lines of the best generals I've served with, and is terrible to behold in battle. As for Nichtmar's question on magic. I'm not sure what he is feeling, but Grish'nak has been known to use magic himself, and many of his minions are magic users somehow perserved from ages past in this world.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 8, 2007 11:27:40 GMT -5
Nichtmar ponders as he finishes his sandwich. His mind races over the possibilities that could await him in the mountains, but he understands that his needs must wait for Mittelmarch is in danger.
"Thanks for your thoughts M'lady, they help. As Zaron said, Grish'nak is a serious enemy not to be taken lightly."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jan 8, 2007 17:09:51 GMT -5
Storm takes a seat at one of the tables and looks towards Nichtmar.
"If you do not mind me asking, Master Nichtmar, who is Grish'Nak?"
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Baethor
High Council
Duk'Rik of the Bri'Ak Duraz.
That which does not kill me, has made a tactical error
Posts: 2,234
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Post by Baethor on Jan 8, 2007 18:46:35 GMT -5
Baethor turns to look at the young knight, a very quizzical look on his face. "Have ye ney been paying attention boy? He's an orc... A Rik-Urki to my people...A very powerful orc...A smart orc...None of which is very good for us..."
Baethor sighs as he looks over the blade in front of him, taking it by the tang he wipes the blade free of finger prints, before holding it up to shine in the morning light. The dwarf smiles behind his beard and looks to Isen again. "I'll jest take me a biscuit and some dried meat. Bacon preferrably..."
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 9, 2007 14:21:50 GMT -5
"As Baethor and Zaron said he is the Uruk warlord, his tactics are precise like a razor. He takes a slice there and a slice here, you think nothing of it, and before you realize it you're lying in a pool blood unable to move but still alive. You see your comrades die beside you with no way to help them you are driven with insanity with the thought of him. He as many at his command. If you want to know more I suggest checking out our Library."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jan 9, 2007 22:43:53 GMT -5
"I know he's an orc, you all have been saying such but i like to know who he really is. what makes him so dangerous compared to any other orc. i kind of like to know my enemy before i face him if it ever comes to that. and thank you nichtmar, i think i will have to check out the library. You mind telling me or showing me where it is?" Storm sat there and waited from a response from the ogre.
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Taos
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Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
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Post by Taos on Jan 10, 2007 4:39:32 GMT -5
Taos walked back into the common room from outside, having dropped his pack and equipment off in his quarters.
He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and pointed back out the door.
"It's back across the courtyard in the great hall. I can take you, if you're interested."
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Post by strays on Jan 10, 2007 10:56:57 GMT -5
Strays at hearing the chance to see more places in the town said, "Sir Storm may i come with you?"
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jan 10, 2007 15:42:38 GMT -5
"Please just Storm and thank you Taos i would be most gracious if you could take me there."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jan 10, 2007 23:23:03 GMT -5
"A visit to the library sounds lovely,"said Elestirne. "I would also accompany you three if Taos does not mind showing the way. But first..,"she turned to face Zaron and Nichtmar. "I would learn if it is permissable to ride beyond the walls of thine city,or is the threat from Grish'nak too great to allow that freedom? Olore longs to stretch his legs and a good gallop shall do the both of us good. I am, in truth,determined to take him out anyway,but if any are concerned of danger,they may come along,though I am quite capable of defending myself." She waited patiently for any response that might be forthcoming.
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Taos
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Airstrikes for Everyone!
High Born, High Elf...Need I Say More
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Post by Taos on Jan 11, 2007 6:25:39 GMT -5
"Graciousness has nothing to do with it. Many of the books we possess are singular examples of this world's previous literature. I'd prefer if someone was around to make sure nothing disastrous happened. And as for taking a ride around the city, you should be safe if you stay inside the outlying farms."
Taos turned around and walked out of the inn, on his way across the courtyard.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 11, 2007 14:25:09 GMT -5
Nods, "yeah what Taos said is fine."
Grins at Taos, starts heading out the door towards the main hall and Library.
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