Fantasy The UnEarthing

[Phyre]

This game is a RP designed for a maximum of 5 players besides the Storyteller. Players names are only added once characters have been completed and approved. If you are interested in playing please send me a message. If your name is not posted below you are not allowed to post or reply to any of the threads that are apart of this particular RP (The UnEarthing). If a name says reserved it means a player is in the process of possibly playing and a spot has been reserve for them. Open means a position is available. If you are interested in making a character please look at post made by Phyre dealing with character Creation in the Character Sign-up section.


Players:

• @Lord Sia
  
• @Arynne
  
• @Sherwood
  
• @Random Word
  
• Open
  

 

[Phyre]

UnEarthing: Horizons


Shattered Fragments
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It is the afternoon of the 12th of Ascending Air . The sun is absent as a heavy snow storm rages coming in from the north. The lands of Eastern Treqe is blanketed in snow. Traveling caravans are unable to continue to move forward. East winds collide with the north winds and their marriage has created white-out effects in many areas of the north and central regions. At least in South Treqe individuals can still see where they are going. On the docks of the southern city of South Landing a magnificent trio of ships are surprisingly still being prepared for departure.

South Landing is bustling with activity along its Wharf District and docks. Supposedly important individuals are present preparing to leave for the western region’s Omitted Isle for the Winter Court in Treqe City. Guards in heavy hooded fur cloaks and leathers patrol in heavy numbers along the Dock district each carrying pole-arms and swords. Currently on the docks are only those who are either noble class passengers, working crews, inspectors, or handlers moving goods into the three docked galleons at the far end of the western pier. Everyone else is being turned around or waiting as a parade of important dignitaries are moving onto the pier to be boarded. The most notable is the Meridian Knights are being escorted by their individual entourages to the ships that will be leaving at dawn.


The guild factor Mia Yanxing waits impatiently under an umbrella for the noble of the lands to board. She is among the next group of passengers the merchants who are the waiting in a line that is halted just before the docks wooden planks. Mia is obviously an important or wealthy traveler and she appears to be surrounded by other important merchants as well. Baggage men wait in front near Mia by her entourages luggage, it is only a matter of time before the whistle blows and the merchant class is allowed to board. Yanxing eyes the lords of Treqe, her expression shows no awe for the nobles as they pass, her stare says allot about her view of herself.


The Wardens of the South keep a watch out for treachery and keep the spectating citizens back as the crowds watch the nobles of note. First passes the Black Knight, then the Countess, and finally the cities beloved Green Knight. Each of them parade towards their awaiting ships. Several other nobles of lesser note with smaller escorts make up the rest of the nobles.


Little Acorn is among the spectators at this time. He has made it to the docks just in time to see the fabled Green Knight board the second ship with her escorts. It seems that he may have to schedule an appointment with someone else. The crowd is packed and you are just barely arriving.
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Ramer is the southernmost town within Southern Treqe. Its roads has disappeared because of all the snow fall. Most homes have smoke billowing out from their chimneys. The frigid temperatures sapping the desire of the locals to move about outside. The Seven Sands caravan comes to a halt at the south entrance of the town. Four sentries stand wrapped in fur hooded cloaks, snow and ice continue to his their face no matter which way they turn. They are each holding pole-arms and straight swords hang in scabbard wrapped on their hips.


The guards look over the caravan as it’s owner Jorahdahn of Kirighast rides forward. They speak for a few minutes then the guards look over the caravan and it’s wares briefly. They seem more intent to conduct a quick inspection with all the snow falling. When the get back to the front of the caravan it’s owner hands over two pouches to one of the guards and the caravan starts up again heading into the town. Jorahdahn and a crew of his own guards watch his caravan enter Ramer.


The rear most wagon is pulled by two oxen, an attractive woman named Renna sits besides a bear of a man called Hitch, she seems not to be gazing at anything of interest as the owner stares at her. He finds it a shame such a lovely woman is unable to look his way. Hitch slowly stirs the wagon as the beast move through the first set of buildings, "We are here lady Renna, finally making it to Ramer. I doubt we shall be going any further north this day. Hopefully we can find some good places to take us in, I could use a hot bath."

Northern Treqe is freezing cold. Sight is limited to an arms length as the flakes of snow continues to fill the air. Veil is a lone traveler moving southwest following a frozen river called the Reach River. They move with purpose as heading towards the coast of the Gulf of Tears where an old port town called Fishing Creek stands. Its ports see no foreign vessels any longer. Traveling within the Gulf is a very risky venture with dark ships that patrol in its waters a bit further north. They fly the flags of new Thorns and its ruler the Mask of Winter. Fishing Creek now ekes out a living with locals fishing the waters closest to town.


Veil has business to attend to and getting to Treqe City as quickly as possible is paramount. If she doesn't get to the city in time she will miss an important opportunity.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna turns to Hitch. "Thank you, sir, for your assistance so far. You have been exceptionally helpful." She pulls the heavy cloak about her a little tighter as her ears take in the sounds of the town. "A hot bath and a warm drink sound like just the thing I need right now." She sniffs at the air and catches a whiff of some food on the fire and can hear the sounds of drunken revelry; a sure sign of a tavern. Slipping down from the wagon, she can feel the distinct sensations of the people walking around her through the earth. Renna slips her sanxian up around her shoulders a bit better and with a casual ease works her way though the crowds towards the delightful smell of roast pheasant.

 

[Phyre]

Ramer:


Hitch asks “won’t you be traveling further north with us lady, well when the snows clear up a bit?” He waits for your response then he yells for the oxen to keep moving, “I'll be in after we find a place to put up the animals. Would like to have a good meal with you to say the least, save me a seat” He finishes yelling as he moves off. Once you are sure the wheels are well away from you, you move towards the tavern among the other people intent for some comfort. The snow is a very foreign substance for you to walk on and its presence takes a bit for you to get used to walking over.


The crowd of people that you move along with are all members of the caravan who doesn't have to worry about the animals, carts or wagons. A females calls out do you need assistance young lady?” You figure she is probably referring to your awkward movements, which you finally get under control. You move onto a wooden surface that seems to have a slippery substance that's hard and other areas soft and wet. You slide slightly and move with the flow briefly, before quickly regaining total balance.

 

[Sherwood]

As Renna heads for the tavern, she calls out to Hitch, "Don't worry; I'll have a mug of something hot waiting for you! Just don't take too long." She gives the man a grin and a wave before turning her attention to the unstable footing. Snow seemed like some magical thing in the stories I heard as a little girl. Who knew that it was such a pain? Why can't all of Creation be nice and warm like Gem? Ah, and if wishes were horses, all Creation would ride. Focus, silly girl. She continues on towards the tavern, stumbling slightly on the ice and slush. Inside, she pauses for a moment just inside the door as she tries to kick off the snow from her sandals. Moving slowly, Renna replies to the helpful voice, "Thank you, but I am doing fine. I just need a table for me and a friend to get some warm food inside me." Weaving her way through the room to a table with empty seats, she pulls out a chair and settles in with a sigh, and props her sanxian up next to her and out of the way of the foot traffic of the tavern.


A waitress comes over, and Renna asks for two mugs of mulled wine, a bowl of stew, and some fresh bread. After pulling a few coins out of her pocket and sliding them to the helpful woman, she leaves to go and fill the order. A minute later and the waitress returns with the drinks, and as she sets them down on the table, she asks Renna, "That is a fine instrument you have there. Do you play? Oh, silly me. Of course you play; otherwise you wouldn't have it!"


"Yes, I play. At the moment, though, my fingers are half frozen and I need to thaw out. Too much snow for this hot weather girl! Perhaps, later on, if it will not disturb the rest of your guests, I might play a song or two."


"That'd be wonderful! I'll talk to the Keep about it."


After taking a gentle sip of her wine, Renna asks, "Is there a room and hot bath available? I could use a good scrubbing from the road."


The barmaid quotes a price for a room and bath, and once more, Renna dips into her pocket for a few more coins. "Once I've had my meal, I would like that warm soak."


By now, Hitch has finished his chores outside and he comes stomping in. Renna hears and feels his distinct presence through the earth and waves to get his attention.

 

[Lord Sia]

South Landing:


Standing literally head and shoulders above just about everyone present, Little Acorn had no trouble seeing the departure of the three ships despite standing at the back of the crowd. He held back a sigh with the ease of habit; of course things would not be that easy. With the Green Knight headed for the winter court, he would have to deal with the steward instead. If the steward was anything like he expected, the negotiations would be much harder; good stewards tended to be frugal with their liege's jade, and bad one's were worse still, preferring to line their own pockets. Turning to sergeant Basta, the young mercenary captain spoke with pleasant cheer.


"Well, guess that ship has sailed." Seeing his sergeant's response, he decided not to press his luck with further jokes. "We'll just have to go with the backup plan. Get a presentable-looking fang and head for the city manse; see if you can get me a meeting with whoever's in charge." Little Acorn began walking back to the tavern, the crowds readily parting before his large frame and clear mercenary affiliation. Civilians did not walk around in armour, haphazard or not, nor did they carry swords. "I'll inspect the rest of the troops, make sure they've stayed out of trouble." Probably not, but he could always hope. "Find me back at the tavern, or if I'm not there-"


"-I'll come find you at the town jail, as usual." Basta finished, knowing as well as he did that he would probably have to bail some of his men out.


"As usual," Little Acorn confirmed, not even bothering to hide the sigh of exasperation that followed.

 

[Phyre]

Ramer:


The whif of assorted steaming foods greets your noses as the waitress nears. “Maim, I talked with the owner. He informed me that Adelphe will be playing again tonight. If you don’t mind playing before her this evening he sees no problem with you sharing your talent as well.” You can hear the excitement in her voice as she mentions this woman’s name.


Hitch thanks the maiden and enquires about rooms for the evening. Once you are left alone Hitch thanks you for saving him a spot. “I have talked with Jorahdahn, it seems the roads are shut down to any further traffic until further notice. Jorahdahn plans on waiting out the storm and heading to South Landing where we will sell what we can and head back south. You are more than welcome to come along and get back to some warmth.”


While he was speaking you hear the steps of someone light wearing hard soles, with a soft glide to their movement. Before she clears her throat you smell a sweet perfume that you encountered at the door. A woman clears her throat. Hitch begins to stumble a bit with his words, finally getting out a greeting. “Hello forgive me for interrupting I over heard Meggan your waitress inquiring about someone playing such a beautiful instrument tonight. I was wondering if I might speak to the owner of such a fine artistic peace, maybe we know a common song and I would love to share the stage with another.” You recognize the voice of the woman from earlier. She sounds young, and the rustling from her clothing tells you she is possibly in a billowing dress or robes. “My name is Adelphe, might I sit for a bit with you two?”


South Landing:


The stares of the local sentries at your dress lets you know that they are uneasy with how you are outfitted, many of them keep an eye on you and Basta. In fact even the locals all seem to move well out of your way, no one seems eased at your presence. The citizens are all unarmed except for some knives among a few of them. The lack of armor among them is very obvious as your own armor and weapons draw a lot of attention. The only armed individuals besides the guards are the bodyguards surrounding nobles. The lead nobles seem uncaring of the situation although many of those surrounding them appear a bit wary. “Ah, sir...this is a bit uncomfortable,” says the sergeant. “Um...you want that fang, armed and armored sir?”


You stand so tall from everyone else many of the nobles and their attendants couldn’t help but notice you as they pass, which ever one of them is the Green Knight you are sure you caught their eye. You are both followed for a distance as your walk away from the parade. Headed back to the tavern Basta asks you a few questions. You easily answer them and although it’s a little overkill with the questions it is a habit she has trying to keep everything perfect.

 

[Arynne]

Veil left her temple before the break of dawn, and she has been walking now for several hours on a road that is little more than a pair of yellow ruts, overgrown with bunch grass and goldenrod, that winds between high weedy banks from whose side twisted roots stick out, groping at nothing. Meanwhile, the early winter snowfall throws thin rags and fingers of gray over the dirty, fast-decaying leaves on the hard-frozen ground. The road rises and falls; every so often the vast sheet of thin ice that is the Reach River becomes visible to one side. By the beginning of the Season of Water, the ice will be three feet thick. The snow moves in eerie swirls across its surface, falling into spirals and long lines.


Now, as the trees atop the banks begin to darken with the weight of snow, Veil starts to wonder how far away the next town is. Though hardier than mortals, she does not relish the thought of spending a night in the open in this weather. The shadowy banks draw closer together, and she walks on through overhanging leafless arches, looking for a signpost of some kind.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna smiles up at the source of the pleasant voice and nods towards a seat at the table. "Of course. Please, take a seat and be welcome. I am Renna Tai'veren, and this is Hitch." She offers a hand out to Adelphe. "I hope you are not upset at Meggan for asking the owner about having me play. It was not my intent on coming here, but I do love to perform. Just ask Hitch. I kept his spirits up with my songs as we traveled here in the caravan." She reaches over and picks up the instrument she propped up next to her and strums a few chords and nods to herself. "You have a lovely voice. Perhaps you know this song. . . " Renna offers up the name of a tune that she feels would fit the range of this woman's voice well.

 

[Lord Sia]

South Landing:


Little Acorn's thoughts spun like wheels in his head as he glanced at the nobles, even as he passed them by. If he could not sign a contract with the steward of the Amells, as he would have to look elsewhere, to the smaller towns of Ramer and Harve. If that fell through, he might have to consider paying for the passage to Cathlamet and Central Treqe; he'd rather spend the silver on more useful things, however. Like arms and armour.


"Armoured, but not armed. No need to antagonise the nobs." Acorn replied easily, a smile tugging at his lips as he used the irreverent slang he'd picked up from the caravan guards..


"What about tabards, sir?" Basta queried, breathing a bit heavier from having to half-jog just to keep up with his pace.


"Of course. Looking good is why I had them made in the first place." The tabards were just plain green cloth, cut into shape and stitched to keep them from ripping. They were made from four rolls of green wool cloth he'd bought, spur of the moment, when they passed through Celeren with Yanxing's caravan. Worn over the mish-mash armour of his ragtag forces, they were surprisingly good at making them look like the professional soldiers they were. Or rather, the professional soldiers he wanted them to be; they weren't quite there yet - as evidenced by the fact that they kept running into trouble whenever he took his eyes off of them for more than an hour at a time.


"Yes sir. I'll just pick them up from Chayla then. Should I try to get-" Basta continued to nit-pick the details, as was her habit, as they headed out of the city, toward the temporary camp. It was time to do a head count, and see how many had shown up - and how many he'd have to bail out of jail. Hopefully, Bloodfist would have kept to himself last night and not incited a Wyld Hunt.


Again.

 

[Phyre]

Northern Treqe:


Veil has been determined to make use of the snowstorm that continues to rage around her. She has not seen a post marker in some time. Fishing Creek usually takes someone on foot about a full days travel along Abanor Road. The frozen weather is brutal and limited vision has not helped you one bit. She looks for a sign but if their are any she has not run into a single one. When evening comes and the sun rays no longer extend into the sky Veil has a choice to make. She can try and rest for the evening or continue on. Based on experience she figures the village should be about another 5 miles or so distance. While the winds have slowed considerably but the snow continues to fall. Temperatures are well below freezing and her water is nearly frozen.


Thinking about the uncanny snowstorm which began during Calibration, Veil wonders why no one advised her on it’s severity or length. Her best bet is to see if she can convince one of the fishing ships to travel to Treqe City. Local fishers routinely travel to the Omitted Island’s capital. Northern nobles commonly travel to the capital from the Gulf of Tears, but the Meridian Knights had their winter conference in South Landng earlier this month it now likely that only fishing vessels and naval ships will be found. Unfortunately the dark ships of Thorns sometime travel in these same waters and some “accidents” have occurred in the past. The prospect of walking all the way down through Central Treqe and into the south just to travel by sea from South Landing is possible but the time and trouble of walking through Central Treqe would result in the loss of valuable time.


The Winter Court last for the entire month of Resplendent Air, you have time on your side but making the wrong decision could cost everything. Once you make it to Treqe City you will have to find your target and ensure that your mission succeeds as planned. You don’t need any complications. You will have to establish the best time to act out what must be done, poor decisions is a luxury you just cannot afford.


 
Southern Treqe, Ramer:


“Thank you for the compliment Renna,” she says as shy takes a seat. “You have a very sweet voice yourself. Might I inquire how long you plan on staying at the Dragon’s Rest Tavern? Oh and it is no problem I just recently inquired myself. I was hoping to leave today like the last few days but the weather has just gotten worse and worse. I just had nothing to do and figure I may as well do another show. That sounds nice that is a tune from the far south,right,” Adelphe inquires? That will do quite well for tonight. I have been down here for the last couple of months and really need to be moving on. Do you have anywhere in particular that you are all headed? The weather is very strange for these parts, I am sure the snow can’t last for much longer. I am hoping to make the Winter Court of Treqe City. If this weather lets up I hope to see if I could travel with the caravan for safety to South Landing. Do you know if you will be headed their?” You are more than welcome to ask Jorahdahn he will probably ask for a safety fee though.”


“I think we are actually a week off schedule due to the weather. We are supposed to meet up and trade with another caravan. The guild factor has had it up to here with this snow. The weather is about two months off for the first snows to fall in this area, this is crazy. It feels wrong and the factor wants no part of it,” Hitch finishes. Renna can hear their movements flow with their words as they talk. Finally Adelphe asks, “So Renna you seem kind of out of your element, is traveling with a caravan something you have been doing for a long time.?” “Are you under contract or would you say that you are independent like me?”

 

[Arynne]

As the temperatures continue to drop and the snow to grow deeper, Veil decides not to risk pushing on. Spotting a fallen tree limb, she quickly props one end up on a stump and leans smaller branches against it on either side to create a windbreak. She heaps the "walls" with the rags of autumn's passing -- dead leaves, dry ferns, grass -- and scrapes the ground inside with the end of her walking stick still she reaches the not-yet-frozen dirt beneath. Finally, she crawls inside -- there is barely enough room to hold her slight form -- and drags another pile of detritus after her to plug the entrance.


It's a crude excuse for a shelter -- one of the hardy peasants native to the region could probably have created something more comfortable. But it will insulate her from the worst of the storm. Hopefully, by tomorrow's dawn, conditions will have improved a little, at least enough to see her way by. It will not be excessively comfortable...but she is not called to be comfortable, only to serve. All men must serve...


In the absolute darkness, so far from the soft bed and carven roofbeams of the room she grew up in, Veil's memory slips back to when when she received her latest mission...

 

[Sherwood]

Renna takes another sip of her wine. "I'm not really sure how long I'll be here, with the snow packing in and blocking every road. But, I'm not going anywhere in particular. I'm from farther South, but it was time for me to stretch my legs and explore some, and since I know some people in the Guild, I was able to arrange to ride with the caravan that Hitch and I came in on." She listens as Adelphe continues on. "What is at the Winter Court in Treque City that calls to you? Is there something that a singer and dancer could find interesting? I have some money on me, but it won't last forever without getting more work." She leans forward in interest as to what Adelphe has to say. "When do you wish to go on stage? I would like to clean up and change if there is time, but I do wish to hear what kind of magic we can make together."

 

[Phyre]

Southern Treqe Just outside of South Landing:


You think the cold may be doing a number on the guys out as you finish inspecting your men. They are not happy, but the cold weather has gotten them inclined to stay in their tents for In the past they usually have acted like they could care less if you see them being lazy.


Bloodfist comes out of his tent, an image of arrogance strikes you as he comes into view. He looks at you as he moves your way. “Greetings captain, I hope the men seem more to your liking? We were wondering how long you plan on us staying out here and if you have plans for meals? The men have behaved quite well if you ask me, I am hoping you consider finding warmer accommodations for use soon. I have noticed the cities patrols have increased in frequency and the amount of soldiers that pass have increased as well. If I didn't know any better I would think they are not to happy to have us around. No one has taken offense, yet. I told them how you would see their actions as less than becoming if we caused any problems.”


“ So...how goes yourself, s..ss..sir?” His salute is crisps today, you would be proud but instead it makes you suspicious of his actions. You look around trying to see if anything is amiss, but nothing seems wrong. Typical, this bastard loves to keep you on your feet.


Later towards the evening Basta comes back with a smile. The men she took with her are possibly the best of your bunch. Clearing her throat she begins, “Okay I have bad news and good news. The bad news is that all contracts are filled locally and the wearing of armor and arms is prohibited in the limits of the cities, towns and villages of the kingdom. They said we were recognized as part of the caravan of Yanxing, apparently she has a lot of clout in Treqe. They now realize that our services has been ended with the caravan and henceforth we are expected to abide by Treqe’s law of peace. We are allowed to carry a single weapon strapped in its scabbard for personal protection no more.


As I said the city currently is not in need of hiring any mercenaries, but after the court the Green Knight may well be interested in such services. The good news is that the winter court has more than just nobles meeting with each other, there is a large fair, tournaments and entertainment during the month of court. They say the snowfall should soon let up as well and we can continue up north then. I have been told Central Treqe charges for road usage. Most nobles won’t hire long term contracts during winter court, they usually wait mercenary contracts until after the season’s court. The north will take mercenaries even while their lord is absent though so in the end we are good to travel north once the weather lets up.


 
Northern Treqe:


Veil finally settles down as best she can. Her last mission sent her to a noble manor east of Treqe as she remembers it. The manor of lord Ostan the target, whom was scheduled to die when he fought the walking dead alongside the Black Knight. You were told that he was supposed to die during this first incursion of zombies but his cowardly actions had actually turned out to save his life at the detriment of the town of Ys. As the lord was dying he asked you are you doing “their” work for them? From what Veil was told had Ostan stayed alive the third infestation would have turned out to form a shadowland around all of the blight of the North and also engulf the temple. Not only has her action saved the north it also prevented the loss of Abanor which surely would have fell to the darkness. Before you conducted the mission Crow had asked her a question along the lines of “what is worse darkness of faith or ignorance of light?” In fact now that she recalls every mission you have ever taken he has always asked you a question or made a remark just prior to setting out on a mission. Strangest thing is that Crow is not a member of the temple yet he has knowledge of every mission you have been assigned.


 
Dragon’s Rest Tavern, Ramer:


Adelphe states, “While I have never been to Treqe City. The Winter Court I’ve been told has all kinds of political things going on with the nobles and king, but my interest is going to see their grand fair which holds tournaments and a variety of entertainment. The city itself is grand being built inside of a volcano. I would just like to see the sights and pay my way with entertainment in return. It is the best way to get known and possibly even find a patron or two for a musician. It all seems like something a singer or dancer could really get into if you ask me. I was thinking of Performing after the dinner crowd has settled satisfied from a nice meal. We still have few hours until then. Now as far as my voice is concern, I am okay. I am sure there are plenty better than I, but I at least can make a living off of it. So, do you want to know if I sing well enough for your taste or your ability? I am sure that with an instrument such as the one you possess I am far less talented than you. I am just making a living the best I can. If you want to hear a sample let me oblige you.


The minstrel stands on her chair. Then she begins to sing a song that speaks of a life where suffering no longer exists and the labors of man is no more for love has come and conquered all his woes in the form of a virtuous woman. She seems to get into her song and her voice is very pleasant. She sings without any instruments and the crowd claps a beat. You can feel couples go out and begin to dance to the song. Adelphe herself jumps down from the chair as someone comes to grab her hand and they join the dancers.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna applauds the beautiful song with a genuine smile on her face. "Wonderful! You don't give yourself enough credit, Adelphe. Now, lets give the dancers a taste of what is to come!" She pulls the sanxian and begins to pluck the strings and launches into a fun dancing song. Faster and faster she plays, listening to the clapping and boot stomping of those watching the dancers. She finishes her song with a flourish and stands for a quick curtsey to the sounds of many people calling for more. "Let me clean up from the road, and get dressed in a proper outfit, then we will dazzle you with music and song! Oh, I can hardly wait. If you are really lucky, I may even dance for your entertainment. But first, a bath!" She works her way through the crowds to speak with the innkeeper to find out where the baths are.


After a pleasant soak in the warm water, she dries off and then pulls on her clothes. With a thought, her outfit melts and changes into one of her more popular performing dresses. Feeling much refreshed, Renna comes out to the common room once more.

 

[Arynne]

Veil shifts a little to get a pebble out from under her. She knows so little about Crow, while owing him so much, she thinks. He lives a life as temperate and disciplined as any priest, and displays a mastery of the martial arts that would rouse envy even in the Immaculates, but while a welcome guest at many shrines and monasteries, he is vowed to none. Indeed, he seems amused by his hosts' piety on occasion. Yet every time they meet, he utters these enigmatic remarks about her calling.


For her own part, Veil has no doubts -- or none that she will allow to rise from the dark depths of her mind. She does what she does impersonally, without doubt or regret. She is an empty vessel, she tells herself, free of ego and, in the moment she delivers the Maiden's Gift, of identity.

 

[Lord Sia]

Little Acorn responded to Bloodfist's crisp salute with one of his own, mentally bracing for whatever the problem was. The former bandit could stand attention with the best, but he only did that when there was something he wanted - otherwise he usually made of point of being as sloppy as possible. He listened to the rapid-fire report, patiently waiting until the half-demon finished his tirade before answering.


"The men seem well enough, sergeant. I will arrange for fresh provisions - the men will have to make do with field stew for lunch, though - and try to find better lodgings; chances are we'll have to rotate between the city and the tents. Good initiative with the men; I would see them continue to stay out of trouble for as long as possible." Little Acorn paused, waiting for his reluctant follower to drop the hammer - as he was wont - but after several long moments of building tension he had to face that Bloodfist wasn't going to say anything.


He found himself taking another look around the camp, trying to spot anything out of order, but couldn't see anything. He looked back to his sergeant, and tension became annoyance; since Bloodfist wasn't saying anything, it wasn't that important - Bloodfist knew not to take things too far - but that did not mean it wasn't going to come back and bite him later on. The bastard had a knack for keeping him on his toes.


Normally, Little Acorn might've tried to finagle the truth out of the damned crook, but he wasn't in the mood. As he glanced around the camp for a third time, taking in the sight of his troops lazing about in the cold, trying to conserve heat, he felt the cruel joy of commanding officers everywhere grow in his heart.


"The men look cold sergeant. Why don't we have them work up some heat-" Little Acorn did not need to see Bloodfist's face to know that it was going blank, sadistic urges warring with annoyance at his commander, "-with a bit of exercise?"


Later that day


"North it is, then." Little Acorn decided, having listened to Basta's explanation - and reproached himself for not taking the time to find out the local laws before running around all geared up; it was exactly the kind of mistake he would usually have to berate his less orderly Marauders for. More important than his own faux pas, however, were the news about the employment situation. Staying in Southern Treqe for a month without a contract was possible, certainly, but it would eat into their savings - money better used to further improve their equipment - and the combination of greater need and a larger number of potential customers meant more options and, dare he hope, better prices.


"Good work Basta. We'll use the time until the weather clears to give the troops a chance to rest up. Dorst, did you find enough bunks for everyone?" Little Acorn rather hoped so, because if the sergeant hadn't, he would have to spend the night in the tents - and good for morale his decision to share in the hardships of the men might be, he really enjoyed sleeping in a real bed.

 

[Phyre]

Dragon’s Rest Tavern, Ramer:


The music played by Renna is captivating and for a few moments no one moves at all. Eventually they crowd recovers from their initial amazement and begins to dance merrily. It seems apparent by the responses when you are done that not only did you out play Adelphe, in retrospect her song seems quite ugly and unworthy. Adelphe says at the end of the song, “I have never heard such beauty before. I cannot sing with you and performing in the same room has only made me seem like an amatuer in need of much talent and skill. Thank you very much Renna for giving us all an opportunity to hear your art. I will inform the owner that I won’t be performing with you this evening as everyone knows I cannot sing as great. I do hope you consider going to the court and fair. Have a great afternoon Renna it has been a pleasure, maybe we'll meet again in the future, or travel up north together. I will practice just in case. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Renna of the south.” Cheers explode in amazement. You notice Adelphe leaving as they clap and applaud you. “You just earned yourself free room and board, Ms Renna, bravo.” The owner yells out in his excitement.


When Renna exists her room she can smell warm apple cider and roast beef. The sounds of many different mumbling voice can be heard. It sounds like the people down stairs are in a good spirits. Once you head back down for the evening, you begin to feel like a star. The owner and staff treat you like a noble coming to visit their humble establishment. Guests from earlier who heard you play now whisper your name telling the newcomers for the evening who you are. You can sense the building is packed to capacity, almost 4 times the amount from earlier. Its practically standing room only. Your table has been cleaned and reserved for you. Megan greets you, “Welcome back lady Renna, your table has been prepared and ready for you. I will be your server again for the evening, just holler if you need anything.”


Northern Treqe wilderness:


Veil sleeps


South Landing, Southern Treqe city:


Little Acorn was surprised he didn’t notice anything out of place, he is sure it may come up later if it was something major. Basta was able to get lodging for most of the troops, allowing the leader to sleep in a nice bed for the evening once again. Little Acorn and his crew can rest for this night. The snow falls lightly as everyone settles in for the night.


 
Dragon’s Rest Tavern, Ramer:


The music played by Renna is captivating and for a few moments no one moves at all. Eventually they crowd recovers from their initial amazement and begins to dance merrily. It seems apparent by the responses when you are done that not only did you out play Adelphe, in retrospect her song seems quite ugly and unworthy. Adelphe says at the end of the song, “I have never heard such beauty before. I cannot sing with you and performing in the same room has only made me seem like an amatuer in need of much talent and skill. Thank you very much Renna for giving us all an opportunity to hear your art. I will inform the owner that I won’t be performing with you this evening as everyone knows I cannot sing as great. I do hope you consider going to the court and fair. Have a great afternoon Renna it has been a pleasure, maybe we'll meet again in the future, or travel up north together. I will practice just in case. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Renna of the south.” Cheers explode in amazement. You notice Adelphe leaving as they clap and applaud you. “You just earned yourself free room and board, Ms Renna, bravo.” The owner yells out in his excitement.


When Renna exists her room she can smell warm apple cider and roast beef. The sounds of many different mumbling voice can be heard. It sounds like the people down stairs are in a good spirits. Once you head back down for the evening, you begin to feel like a star. The owner and staff treat you like a noble coming to visit their humble establishment. Guests from earlier who heard you play now whisper your name telling the newcomers for the evening who you are. You can sense the building is packed to capacity, almost 4 times the amount from earlier. Its practically standing room only. Your table has been cleaned and reserved for you. Megan greets you, “Welcome back lady Renna, your table has been prepared and ready for you. I will be your server again for the evening, just holler if you need anything.”


Northern Treqe wilderness:


Veil sleeps


South Landing, Southern Treqe city:


Little Acorn was surprised he didn’t notice anything out of place, he is sure it may come up later if it was something major. Basta was able to get lodging for most of the troops, allowing the leader to sleep in a nice bed for the evening once again. Little Acorn and his crew can rest for this night. The snow falls lightly as everyone settles in for the night.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna blushes at the volume of praise being showered upon her. "I cannot take all the credit for that performance. This instrument is magical, and it helps me to create some truly wondrous music. But still, thank you for your kind words. If you would like, I can make a truly memorable performance tonight. Just let me finish my dinner, then I will play for you some songs that I know from my time in Gem."


After enjoying her meal, Renna slowly makes her way through the crowds until she is once more up on stage. A hush falls over the crowds of people that have gathered to listen as she makes herself comfortable on the seat. With a flourish, she begins to play. But this time, there is more than just the music of the sanxian filling the room. Other music can be heard, as if a whole orchestra is performing with her. Renna then opens up her mouth and begins to sing, a beautiful golden voice that lifts the hearts and souls of all that hear her. Let them think that the sanxian is responsible for the extra music. No need for anyone to know that I am the true source of it. No need for someone to start screaming that I am some kind of demon trying to bewitch them!


During another song, she rises up from her seat and dances as she plays, her silken dress flowing around her playfully as the young woman works her skill on the crowd. Occasionally she switches things up a bit, going from softer, sultry music to quicker, more upbeat dance songs. Finally, with her face flushed from the exertion, she calls out that she needs a break and a cool drink or she may just faint away! Renna asks Megan to bring her a mug of the house brew to wet her whistle.

 

[Phyre]

13 of Ascending Air


The storms has cleared up though snow still rest on the ground. The morning is greeted with sunlight which has seemed to burn away any possibilities of clouds that began departing the night before.


Veil makes it to Fishing Creek with no further incidents outside of her own mind thinking about what has transpired recently. After three hours of travel she comes around a cluster of trees and sees the rooftops of the village buildings on the horizon. It’s apparent even at this distance that people are moving about their day. The slowly melting snow glistens everywhere. Farm lands surround the village which was settled against the Gulf of Tears. On the body of water small dots of distant vessels can be seen traversing the waves. The ships are a welcomed sight and a remainder of the next step in her goals. With luck she can make it too Treqe City in a day, which should give her several days ahead of her target. Time to prepare for the success of her mission.


Little Acorn and Crew are just finishing up preparations for travel. The troops all have packed their things and wait only on the final command to depart. Travel will hopefully take almost two months with good roads to arrive at the borders of Northern Treqe.


Finally they begin their march headed into the heart of the southlands. They travel by the main paved northern road which has become easy to locate with the melting of snow and the lack of flakes or rain in the air.


Renna discovers the caravan of the Seven Sands ready and moving this fine day. Hitch arrives early in the morning during breakfast to inform her of the intention for the caravan to move north to South Landing. The skies being clear has motivated Jorahdahn to take advantage of the luck, just incase this unstable area is inflicted again with bad weather.

 

[Sherwood]

Renna takes her time getting ready to go, making sure that everything she is going to need is neatly packed away either in her backpack or in her many pockets on her robe. Making a final trip to the common room, Renna orders a drink and finishes it off, thanking the owner behind the bar for the chance to perform for his patrons. Then, she hears the distinctive clomp of Hitch coming in to tell her that it was now time to leave. Remembering her experience slipping on the ice, Renna cheats. Channeling a trickle of Personal Essence, she activates one of her powers to give her sure footing in the slush. No need to slip, is there?

Spoiler

using Personal Essence to activate Graceful Crane Stance

 

[Lord Sia]

Little Acorn marched at the head of his little caravan, setting what was for him a rather leisurely pace. His troops did not quite share his opinion, but neither did they complain, knowing as they did that he intentionally set the pace at the edge of their ability. While not a slave-driver, by any means, Little Acorn knew the value of being in good shape, and if his men could not match his own ability - even before he'd gained supernatural power - then he could at least push them to do their best.


Immediately behind Little Acorn marched the Oakshields in a neat column, heavy packs strapped onto their backs on top of their shields, weapons stowed away to avoid scaring other travelers more than necessary. Following them were the five wagons; two to carry the company's equipment, tents, spare weapons and armour, two carrying supplies for the journey, and the last loaded with trade goods that would hopefully offset some of the cost, and perhaps warm their welcome slightly whenever they stopped by a town. Scattered around the wagons were the Hawkeyes, bows and quivers at their backs, while the Bloody Hands brought up the rear, marching sloppily in comparison to the much more ordered Oakshields. Riding back and forth ahead and behind the column were the four scouts, mounted on horses which - while they might have brought shame to any noble seen astride one - were still plenty fast and reliable for those who did not care about pedigree, nor intended to charge a spear wall.

 

[Arynne]

One of the more unusual -- to other parts of Creation, at any rate -- customs of the Violet Priests of Treque is their practice of playing the flute as a means of attaining self-realization. To them the state of mind is the most essential element, rather than musical enjoyment, therefore it is not music per se. Indeed, it is considered risky and inappropriate for these priests to play upon any stringed instrument. The flute is for enlightenment, not entertainment.


Now, as the town comes into view, Veil opens her satchel and takes out a cloth-wrapped object -- her bamboo flute. A few phrases played in a low octave bring life back into her cold fingers, and the notes emerging from the flute are clear and true in the morning air. The phrases get longer and more complex as begins to play in earnest, and all who hear her as she walks along hear the song of their own souls. A child building a snowman hears a children's song, a young girl sighing for her beloved hears a love song, a pious old man offering at his family altar hears a sacred song. Work songs, harvest songs -- an herbalist grinding seeds in a mortar hears a healing song, the village teacher, preparing the day's brief, undemanding lessons for his students before they go to work with their parents hears a song that reminds him of the value of knowledge. All hear the memory and mythology of their inmost natures.


The plaintive melody precedes her like a silent greeting as she enters the town.