tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89186132011-04-21T20:17:36.824-07:00This novel is based on the actions of the PCs in my role playing group that I GM for. The PCs are Listed in the side-board. Every charcter you meet that is not one of those is an NPC. So actions, while they may seem odd for the story, are close approximations of what the people actually did!Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12839138971092082454noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918613.post-1109200355908483162005-02-23T15:12:00.000-08:002005-02-23T15:14:28.650-08:00

Chapter 3:“You do not yet understand the full might of the terror you have released.”A few minutes later Cratton and Felix showed up at the back of the house. The two stopped dead in their tracks when they rounded the corner to find Kayla crying, her hands to her mouth, and James crouched down beside the mutilated remains of a cow. Both men coughed and quickly drew their hands to their mouth and

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By the time David and Cratton got back to town it was quite late. The town was quiet. Everybody was asleep, the buildings where closed up and the streets where empty. A few horses tied up here or there stood like silent sentinels in front of various buildings. As they approached the tavern David turned to Cratton and said, “now you stay out here and wait for me, I’ll only be inside a moment.

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James walked up and knocked on the door. Cratton felt it better to inspect the area before talking too much. As soon as James knocked on the door, he snuck off around the right side of the house. He picked his way gingerly through a small vegetable garden and around the back of the house. A dim light shone through the two front windows of the small house. An angry but muffled voice spoke briefly.

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Cass had found his way to the table where the captain of the soldiers was sitting. He was obviously the captain since he was the only man sitting with the soldiers with full plate armor and without the Taragrim tunic that each other soldier was clad in. Even from across the tavern David could see the brightly colored armor of this man. Each plate was a different hue of pastel, ranging from

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They traveled well into the night before setting camp, making sure they where well enough away from the road. The Taragrim region seemed nothing like the richly forested Stolorn region. There was definitely a foreign feel to the land. This part of it at least had been mostly cleared away and turned into harvest fields with corn being the primary crop. Small paths and underused roads amongst the

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“Things have been set in motion that cannot be undone. Their fall will be inevitable, and from their decay shall spring a new order.” They all ran through the forest, chasing after Sarafina. She wove between trees and bushes without leaving a trace of her passage, while the men that followed made quite a path in their shining armor and brandished swords. Not long over the chasm they could make

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Tonight was spent in better conditions than that camp the servants had set up the night previous. A small town was along the road and offered a small tavern and inn to those who traveled the long road to other larger cities. The party welcomed the stay indoors and drink offered at the bar. The servants made all the arrangements for rooms for the party and handled payment for the meals they

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The carts pulled off to the side of the road, maybe fifty feet or so and stopped to make camp. David’s servants broke out the tents and food for the evening meal. In a rather short time the camp was erected and a decent dinner was well underway. Sam and Hector tended to the food while Galtor busied himself by the carts, arranging the horses for the night. “Well, before we tire ourselves with meal

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The courtyard was busy the next day as David stepped out into the sunlight close to noon. Servants where busy preparing his things for an extended journey away from the house. Food, clothing, and camp supplies where brought to two medium sized carts and loaded neatly. The son of the Duke, while not setting out in the luxury that his father enjoyed most of the day, would nevertheless make out far

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Doing as any good man would do being idle around mid-day, Joe was working diligently on one of his few hobbies besides fighting: drinking. It had been slow in the guild as of late and so many of the guys where around and enjoying a similar past-time. Joe had been around the fighters guild for more than a few years now, though hadn’t advanced much. When asked about it he would say ‘it isn’t time

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“Yes, I control her, and through her, I control them. Do you doubt my power? Perhaps you would wish a demonstration…” Habit found David strolling down one of the formal halls of the Belshor estate. As was custom, he was heading down from his morning fencing lessons to go be cleansed in the bath before midday meal. This hallway, more decorated and orderly than most others, was also the path taken

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