Disciples to the Forgotten

[cats]

Many young men and women are about to be sacrificed, this mass sacrifice will not take place at an alter or in a ritualistic manner. Each one will die in there own unique way some will be burnt, others clubed, some cut in two all will be very much alive at the start and a few will live threw the ordeal, scared in some way perhaps a missing limb or perhaps simply wishing they could forget what they have seen.

This torment has been played out countless times over the last 15 human generations. Those who risk all for golden coins and golden glory do so on the battle field, not the beholders cave. Few heroes live long in the world but most of those that do, live in the Three Layers Guild. This is the story of one of the layers, this is the of the warriors that tempt gods, this is the story of the Disciples to the Forgotten.

 

[cats]

Garr and Dawn

IC: In the Bloodiron college a short raven haired beauty speaks a bulky scared man. "Its funny Garr"

"What is little Sister."

"The immortal, the human that has not aged since the last time this school had a head master 40 years ago, is said to be returning."

"I am bad with jokes little one."

"True but it isn't that type of funny. Why is it after 40 years we don't have a head master and no seemed to care until last week. Now all of the sudden the immortal is being sent to return form a 2 year quest left unfinished to guide the school until a new head master is found?"

"Is this one of the Riddles you try teaching me? I still don't like them Little Sister."

"No Garr, no it isn't."

"Well stop I don't like this either."

"I suppose I should, but I simply don't understand how is it up until 2 weeks ago we all were given quests to do and then suddenly we stopped working. Have all the monsters been slain?"

"I think so, or Maybe they scared of Garr. I did hit that eye thing hard. Was funny when it popped too!"

"Yes that was funny Garr."

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw sat with his back to the door, almost dead center of the large room, a leg of mutton in one hand, a large mug of cheap ale in the other. He gnawed at the lamb, before taking a large quaff of ale. The room was filled with the sounds of people eatting, talking, and gambling.

It was cramped, and loud, and it smelled horrible. Darkclaw was completely out of his element. He liked that. It kept him on edge, alert. It was important not to become to comfortable, ever, to anything.

So he'd come to accept the feeling of something just at the edge of memory, mocking him, as something of a boon. Nothing was comfortable now. He found himself coming up with more and more questions who either had no answer, or had an answer that completely contradicted what most of the college seemed to remember.

This seemed important. At least, more important than standing guard outside unused rooms.

 

[cats]

Garr and Dawn

IC: The short but attractive gnome began. "Garr are you bored?"

"Yes sister." The hairy bear of a man replied.

"I am going to grab one of those letters that have been piling up on the head masters desk. There is little they could be but quests right?"

"No they are paper... maybe sheep skin."

"Right you can't read."

"I read all the time!"

"The entrails of our foes doesn't count."

"Not true sister, it is best way to see future."

"Well you got me there Garr."

Dawn grabbed the first note and opened it. She then grabbed a second note and opened that too."

"We'll do this one Garr."

"What one?"

"Disappearing people up north, should be easy enough. Probably undead or mindflayers."

Garr smiled a dim witted smile.

The short Raven haired Gnome, Dawn, walked over to a beastly humanoid eating a sheep leg.

"Darkclaw, it appears you have a letter. No telling how long ago it arrived." She placed the letter in front of his plate and left with Garr close behind.

The letter was written in a stylish cursive.

"Darkclaw," The letter began. "Greetings! Please allow me the opportunity to tell you my tale of woe, and what intend to do about it. If interested in putting wrongs to right and large rewards for your valor in this matter, please seek me out at the Island View Inn in the Tavern Quarter, in the city of Union. Respectfully yours, Agnimta."

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw glanced over the contents of the letter. Righting wrongs? Valor? Such odd concepts there herdlings had. And yet Darkclaw heard these things mentioned often around him. They seemed important, so he finished eatting and went to gather up his meagre belongings and head out.

 

[thewhiteone]

Yasaedra awoke to pair of soft warm lips pressed against hers, tenderly kissing her. She returned the kiss and slid her tongue into her lover’s mouth. After a few minutes Vanya pulled away, much to Yasa’s dismay.

“We over slept, Melisse. We better hurry if we still want to get lunch before we both have to get going.”

Yasa looked at the water clock behind her. Vanya was right. They would indeed have to hurry if they wanted to eat and not be late.

“Rats,” she said as she gazed lovingly into her lover’s emerald eyes as she began to caress her fair slender body, “no time to play.” She pulled her close, kissing her one more time before separating from her.

They quickly got dressed and headed out of Vanya’s room to the dinning hall. Vanya helped herself to a plate full of fruits and some wine; Yasa had the same but with some fish as well. They began to eat at a hurried pace.

(OOC: Vanya is a female elf acolyte at the shrine of Corelan Larethian)

 

[cats]

Dawn

IC: The attractive but short gnome moved over to the drow cautiously. She never enjoyed provoking discussions of religion. "Yasa, you've worked with Darkclaw several times before right..." Dawn decided to continue before the drow or her sword turned this into a religious debate. "He received a job recently, if you want the exercise I would suggest talking to him about it."

 

[rengadeirishman]

Rurik Brightaxe sat in the dining hall of Bloodiron College nursing a large tankard of ale. On the table next to him sat Baruk, his ever-present companion.

"What do you think comes next Baruk?" Rurik asked, "I am tired of sitting here, there is much evil in the world and I hunger for combat."

 

[cats]

Baruk

IC: The axe looked around in the manner accustom to himself. "That Dark Claw chap, he is going some where. Maybe we can tag along."

 

[thewhiteone]

"Yasa, you've worked with Darkclaw several times before right..."

Yasaedra turned toward the person addressing her. The dark haired little beauty seemed a bit frightened of her. The gnome pressed on, seeming to want to get through this as fast as possible.

"He received a job recently, if you want the exercise I would suggest talking to him about it."

Darkclaw? True she had worked with him before and he had proven himself, but she had never enjoyed it. Try as she might, it was hard to enjoy the company of a half troll. He hadn't seemed to have anything against her, in fact he had seemed more accepting of her than most. Probably do to his own burden of rejection and fear. She never let on about her uneasiness, actually going out of her way to be kind to him on the few occasions they had worked together.

She brushed those thoughts aside as she gave the little woman a warm comforting smile as she gently placed her hand on the woman's shoulder.

"There's no need to be nervous, I don't bite. What's your name?"

She waited for the woman to relax a bit before continuing. "Now, what's this about Darkclaw?"

 

[cats]

Dawn and Garr

IC: The big bear of a man pushed Yasa's arm away. "Its alright Garr." Dawn turned to face Yasa. "I don't like being touched, so you'll have to forgive me. I find it a bit unflattering that you don't know who I am. I thought I had a bit of a name in this place. I am known as Dawn here."

"You know Darkclaw better then I. Seeing as I know both of you by reputation more then mutual experience..." Garr placed his hand over dawns lips.

"Little sister please stop. My head hurts." She backed off, clearly unsure if Garr washed his hands after the last time he "read".

"Alright Garr." She turned to Yasa. "I suggest you ask Darkclaw for details. I stopped reading right after seeing the name on the letter."

 

[thewhiteone]

Yasaedra was surprised when her hand wash shoved aside by large brutish man. She regarded him frosty gaze. Who was this man to so rudely interrupt them?

Sister? The brute was Dawn's sister? She glanced between the two, not seeing any possible family resemblance.

"I apologize, I didn't know" she replied courteously. "While I may have been here for a few years, that's hardly time to get to know everyone here, even by face or reputation."

Vanya nudged Yasa, "Gotta go Love," then kissed her quickly and left. Yasa watched her swaying hips as Vanya left, returning her gaze toward Dawn.

"If you haven't read it, why come to me?" she ask puzzled.

 

[cats]

Dawn and Garr

IC: The Gnome blushed and quickly turned away. "No reason... figured you'd be as bored as me."

 

[thewhiteone]

"Bored? How could I get bored of waking up to that lovely face?" a mischievous smile spread across her face as she indicating to the seat next to her where Vanya had just been. "You must have had some reason for singling me out?"

 

[cats]

Dawn and Garr

IC: Dawn: Dawn kept her back turned. "No... Not really" She took a moment to hide her blush. She then turned around. "Now I must be going." She set off with Garr close behind.

IC: “Dark Maiden’s Light": The sword waited until the gnome was safely out of sight, fearing her mistress would add gnomes to her list of acceptable lovers. 'If you must know, she enjoys listening to stories. Perhaps she is a type of bard.' The sword stated with Telepathy.

 

[thewhiteone]

She quirked an eyebrow as Dawn and here ogre of a brother left. "No reason at all?" she thought to herself. "That makes no sense."

"Come on, you know full well that I'm not into gnomes or halflings no matter how attractive they are." she mentally chuckled back . "Did she seem to have an angle to you?" she thought with a more serious tone.

 

[cats]

Dml

IC: "Yes, and I just told you it." The sword stated. "Being cooped up here with no danger is beginning to make you paranoid."

 

[thewhiteone]

"I am not paranoid. Even here it's abit odd for people you don't know to walk up to you and say you should go and talk to so-and-so since they just got a job. Especially when they claim to have no particular reason for singling you out. And saying she likes music has nothing to do with 'does she have an angle' for your information, but I'll take your lack of concern for a No." she thought back as she finished up her meal.

"Then again, perhaps it has been too long since I smote some evil." she thought more to herself.

She pulled out a piece of paper and her ink and quill, brushing her plate away. When she finished it, she rolled it up, sealed it, and summoned a messenger boy. She instructed the half elf youth to deliver it to Darkclaw then gave him a silver. The young man hurried off to find Darkclaw. She smiled, one advantage to being a good tipper in a place like this is word gets around.

She got up and headed off to her incarnum tutoring with Master Calanon.

Note:
Darkclaw,
Greatings old comrade, I hope you are well. I was just approached by a female gnome named Dawn. She informed me that you had just received a mission and that you seemed to be interested in having me join you. If so, could you meet me near the dinning hall around 5 tonight?
Sincerely,
Yasaedra

 

[cats]

Dark Maidens Light

IC: "I have to admit I agree, liking songs isn't much of a motivation. Of coarse listening to epics on the other hand is quite pleasant. To be more precise the epics she enjoys are yours." The sword stated on the trip down the hall.

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

The messenger, luckilly, found Darkclaw before he'd gone too far up on the roof. He collected this other bit of writing, and managed, through as eries of jumps and climbs, to an almost inaccessable nook high in the roof where he could sit and enjoy the sun.

He read this new bit of writing, and then the old again, and then tucked them in among his things.

Yasaedra . . .
Yasaedra . . .

An image came to him. Ah, yes. One of the less annoying herdlings. He wondered about taking her along. It would indeed be a learning experience, watching another fight. Plus, this would give someone to deal with the annoying effort of sorting out the Ethics of righting wrongs the message meant. And, of course, someone to see if he had this valor or not.

He could do with a reminder of what exactly a "tale of woe" was. He shifted, laying out in the sun. Was that the one where you were supposed to snarl and mutter, or the one in which you made the eyes water and patted the shoulder?

Plus, it gave him a definite reason to lurk about the roof for a while. He had absolutely no intention of rushing off. Cats did not rush. And the roof and sun were warm and his belly was full. He closed his eyes, and let his tail wander the air.

Besides, Darkclaw never had any troubles with travelling. Except for the odd little folk that jumped out from behind rocks, and immediately excused themselves, as they thought Darkclaw had been someone else.

Funny little herdlings.

 

[thewhiteone]

"Oh. Well why didn't you say so earlier!" she gave the mental equivalent of a slight biff on the head to her constant companion. "That explains why she was so nervous."

"So, which were her favorites?"

 

[cats]

Dml

IC: "I believe it is more about characters then about events. But who's to say I didn't and can not probe the deepest reaches of her mind. Nor would it be ethical for me to do so now that I think about it. But if I were to hesitate a guess, I would assume it was the last trip with Darkclaw, but that is little more then a guess." The sword though to her mistress.

 

[Rallaster]

Richard

Richard walked in to the College's dining hall almost tripping over the gnome, and running into the man that could almost be a bear following close behind her. "Sorry about that" he apologized to the pair as he continued to the bar for some cheap ale and some mutton.

 

[cats]

BarTender

IC: The bald and scared man, wipes the table several more times. "I'd be careful old Garr there does more then be big and look hairy. He is a shape shifter of sorts. But a nice fellow if your nice to him. Its the little one you don't want to cross. Dawn, she is much the same as Garr but not so nice and a bit brighter."

 

[Rallaster]

Ic

Richard looks at the bald man with the hope that the bartender will do a little more talking. "It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure to actually have a conversation," He said "It's been more than a few years since I last visited the College, I guess it would be about fifteen years, this up coming summer since I left"
As he looked around the hall Richard takes a swig of his ale and a healthy bite out of his mutton, and chews thoughtfully as he recalls his previous stay at the college.