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− | "Those two are the most popular with new Followers but we all have a Fate, the Ice Queen sees to that. Thankfully Fortune, the | + | "Those two are the most popular with new Followers but we all have a Fate, the Ice Queen sees to that. Thankfully Fortune, the Mist Walker, helps when that destiny overwhelms. Usually. Sometimes he just messes with travel. Tricksters are like that." |
"The Masked One is the last of the five, and a strange one. Syncretism from another faith, or so the scholars say. They represent balance and judgment, yet gets attention from infiltrators and rogues. The Light can be complicated what can I say?" | "The Masked One is the last of the five, and a strange one. Syncretism from another faith, or so the scholars say. They represent balance and judgment, yet gets attention from infiltrators and rogues. The Light can be complicated what can I say?" | ||
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"Anyway, that about sums it up. So what about you? Want to know more, or are you going to tell your tale?" | "Anyway, that about sums it up. So what about you? Want to know more, or are you going to tell your tale?" | ||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler listens patiently as the woman explains each of the old gods. Each one sounded very interesting and he would need to do personal research on these gods himself when he got a moment of peace and quiet. However one god in particular caught his attention.g the masked one did not seem so different from his own god also considered odd in his own religion. "Is there anything more you can tell me of the masked one? I have to admit I have a partial fondness for gods that don't quite fit in with the rest. I myself follow fulcrum who is known as the least warrior like of the warrior gods. While I am no priest and preistess yao ling in nothoi could tell you much more then I could. if I had to sum up his beliefs it would be that he believes in war for the sake of peace. Fight a mighty tyrant to protect the peasants and soldiers forced to work under their rule. Rush to the aid of a realm that's been swallowed by the undead even if it be an enemy to save the woman and children that just wish to have a good home and family. That probably does little justice to the god and his beliefs but it's the best i can do with limited knowledge. Sadly I'm far too busy making coin for my next meal to do much book reading." | ||
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+ | Tyler looks to the bottom of his newly empty mug of ale the smile slipping from his face for a moment replaced with a look of deep contemplation before looking to the woman once again. " I suppose I owe you my story as well just Incase you manage to stab me with the pointy end of that spear of yours wouldn't want to be just another corpse in the gutters. " | ||
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+ | Tyler gets the attention of a nearby barmaid. " If you could please keep me and my companions cups full" | ||
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+ | fresh ale In hand he looks to the woman and asks do you know anything about the recent events for the realm Of the shattered vales. I can sum it up briefly though I know little of the events that unfolded before my own involvement. | ||
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+ | The vales we're up until recently stationed south of nothoi a bulwark against a seemingly unending horse of undead even larger then the normal hordes found throughout our continent. From what I hear this was because of a portal way down south that summoned some necromancer into our realm from the abyss. I cannot confirm these claims as I was not present. | ||
+ | However a couple of weeks later and the vales is nearly completely overrun by the endless hordes. Though they fought bravely it was clear there would be no victory for the vales without some divine aid." | ||
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+ | Tyler takes a moment to gather himself and finishes another ale before he continues looking in the woman's direction to see if she had anything to say or add before he continues his story. | ||
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+ | |Content="Masked One catches your eye? That's rare." | ||
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+ | "As both the moon and the sun, his gaze is ever watching. Some say be passes judgment on the unworthy. Others say he gauges the skill of his favoured, the assassins and saboteurs. Still more say his champion Andro wanders the Shadowlands still, either hunting some elusive prey or hiding from the Dark Mistress." | ||
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+ | Nerta sets her ching in her hand. | ||
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+ | "Sounds like your Fulcrum is one of the Highfather faiths, concerned as he is with justice. Though it's interesting you label them as atypical. I have spoken with Yao Long on occasion, though she's offered little insight beyond the basics." | ||
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+ | Casting a glance to the spear leaning on the wall, Nerta smiles faintly. | ||
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+ | "I'll reserve judgment on if you need the business end of the spear for later. But so far you seem a decent sort." | ||
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+ | "Tangled with the Sunken Kingdom have you? I've handled a couple champions, and bore witness to the two crusades of Ar Agyr, and Bob's antics. Wasn't enough to save Nova or Shattered Vales...." | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler nods politely. " It sounds like you have had more experiences with the sunken Kingdom then I have. The the single experience I've had so far is a nightmare. I'd love to hear about those crusades sometime as this is the first I'm hearing of it. But for now I'll finish my story." | ||
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+ | Tyler eyes his ale now fair way into a third mug. His eyes are becoming unfocused. He needs to slow down. Was always shate at keeping the drink down. Drinking alone is not much fun and he rarely had company aside from the undead or monsters he was so often slaying. | ||
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+ | " So this is where my part comes in. It had been a couple of weeks since the initial portal that supposedly caused the hordes had been opened. Not sure what happens to the adventurers responsible I can only hope they are still breathing. I had just heard about the events in the vale from a local guild in Nothoi. It seemed there was some issues with the realm of Nothoi and the shattered vales that made our aid impossible as the soldiers would refuse to fight together. Some stupid shate about alliances and what not. It seems to me one could forget all that in times of crises but apparently the soldiers disagree. This prompted me to make the suggestion that we use the very thing that caused the problem to potentially solve it. I would go on a quest to open another portal in the once capital of the shattered vales. at this point the city had been completely overrun by undead. Easily over 1200 corpses shambling about. More by the day it seemed. | ||
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+ | I gathered the high priestess yao ling to my cause and then sought out the nobility of Nothoi and vales to find the remaining stones required. I had already had three in my possession and in but a weeks time I managed to arrive at the city gather the other stones and had gained two adventurers to join me along with the priestess." | ||
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+ | Tyler stops again and stares at his drink finishing the last of the ale within. His hand shook slightly for a moment as he had flashing images of the endless hordes of undead roaming the once thriving city. So many dead lifeless eyes. Even now those bodies litter the street rotting with decay in the sun. | ||
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+ | Tyler shook off the thought before continuing " I set the stones myself. It was my quest after all if anyone was going to die playing with unknown magic it would be me. That was far scarier then the entire horde. To know that the last thing I could be doing was potentially saving or damning a whole city and I might die before I even saw the outcome. Would of been a damn shame." | ||
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+ | Tyler holds up three fingers stateing " three days. I fought for three days and nights in the blasted hell hole the priestess and her companion unleashed a torrent of strange and powerful magic wiping out the undead. Without her aid I would have surly been overrun. I did what I could but for the most part I just kept the endless hordes away from the portal for as long as I could. After three days a portal opend to Gathesemene strangely enough the portal did not open where the stones were set but had been manipulated by some entity to open in a neighboring region safe from the hordes. And you can see well enough the rest. " | ||
+ | truth be told we were trying to get the entity beyond the portal to wipe out the undead or push them into the sea. But beggars can't be choosers as they say. | ||
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+ | Tyler removes his shield once more pointing to the hinge. " And this leads me to why I sought you out. Upon going through the portal I found this shield just sitting there like it was meant for me. None of the others seemed to even acknowledge it's existence despite it's beauty and high quality. A gift for my deeds I thought intially. The gods were pleased and this was my reward. However upon closer inspection I saw the name etched on the shield the thrice blessed shield. no matter who I asked commoner or priest none could tell me of the three blessings or who they were granted by. So what I thought to be my reward was actually my next quest. I seek three blessings upon my shield each from a different God. I have already received the blessing of fulcrum I received this blessing from the entity beyond the portal with the aid of yao ling. Now I seek a second blessing. Normally I would ask to do some quest to earn the right for a blessing but I think I already have something in mind for that. | ||
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+ | Tyler taps his dagger with his hand. " What better way to earn a blessing from a warrior priestess then a practice match." | ||
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+ | |Content=Nerta doesn't respond at first. She eats in silence and takes a pull of her ale as the tale concludes. | ||
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+ | "I was afraid of this. A tale of woe, and you're a hero. The Gods love heroes. They love testing them, aiding them, breaking them. And you, are looking for their attention." | ||
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+ | "Lucky for you, I cannot dispense the blessings of the Gods like some apothecary. I am a Guardian. I protect people and kill monsters. That is all. Thus to protect you, I will suggest that you abandon this quest. Gaining the attention of the Gods only invites suffering and mischief." | ||
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+ | Moving her ale across the table she sighs | ||
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+ | "However. I can see you're determined and have already caught their attention with your little stunt. So if you seek the blessings of the Gods you had best prepare yourself. It will be an arduous quest." | ||
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+ | "Scattered about Beluaterra are ancient sites of power that twist the land in manners both fair and foul. These junctions in the Ley Lines hold significance to the Gods, and the monsters. Thus each secret nexus is protected by wards and beasts alike. If you pilgrim to these places and slay their champions you will no doubt receive the attention of the Gods. Their blessings will follow soon after." | ||
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+ | "If you survive, of course." | ||
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+ | Pouring some ale across the table she begins to roughly sketch a map in the amber drink. | ||
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+ | "Given where we are, you have a few options. But nearly all are perilous. The Seeping Giant of Keffa. The Crystal Caverns of Dald. The Rift of Jocob's Mouth. The Black Pool of Whispers in Wudenkin. The Lost Barrow of Oepiud. The Spirit Woods of Lastfel. The Eternal Flame of Agyr." | ||
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+ | "There are others, but these are the closest. The Eternal Flame, will be the safest, but the Seeping Giant is probably easy enough for one of your skill. You seem like you can handle blood." | ||
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+ | Stabbing at the crude map with each pronouncement, Nerta wipes her hand on her cloak. | ||
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+ | "Do not look so surprised lad. We're the oldest faith on this continent. Hundreds have tried this pilgrimage over the last 15 years. Dozens of returned. All of them transformed. This is why I tell you to abandon your fool quest. It will no doubt be the end of you." | ||
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+ | "I speak from what you might call, personal experience. In a fashion." | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler waited patiently while the preiests went into details about the pilgrimage a very serious look on his once friendly expression. When dealing with the gods nothing was ever simple one could not hope to truly have the attention of the gods without doing something worthy of it. And he knew from his most recent encounter you do not always get what you had hoped. | ||
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+ | "Well your certainly right about one thing. I will not back down. If I am quite honest I'm not so sure it isn't already too late. The strings of fate have led me here. A clear goal and the gods intentions made clear. To ignore ones fate is to me as much a death as being killed by some undead or beast in the woods. This is my chance maybe my only chance to be sure my name is not forgotten. Not just in the realm of men but in the eyes of the gods. They may test me and I will not be found wanting. They may aid me and they will find no arrogance or greed. They may try to break me but I shall only bend." | ||
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+ | Tyler's eyes are steeled in determination " should I come out alive and changed I can only hope it will be for the better. I will come out of this a stronger man then when I started. I will use that strength to keep any humans from any realm safe. Heros may not always have the best lives but those who choose to become heros for a good life are fools. I have chosen this path not for the betterment of my life but the betterment of others. I will undergo this fools quest and if I shall die it will be with smile on my face and defiance in my heart. Is that really so bad a death?" | ||
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+ | Tyler glances around the inn nearly empty the hour late. His eyes were hazey now talking Into the night and the ale made them all the heavier. | ||
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+ | "It seems it may be time for me to retire soon but before I do perhaps you would like to tell me of your personal experience. Have you too undergone this pilgrimage? Sought the attention of the gods to some sour or bad end? If this is too personal you do not have to share. I do believe you can learn a lot from those who have tried before though and any information you can share would certainly be welcome. | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler jolts awake from his bed. his head hurts what happen last night? he remembered asking the priestess a a question then toasting her and finishing another ale. then....nothing. he examined his arms and leg. they were covered in bandages. clear signs of an undead attack. did he go monster hunting blackout drunk? was the priestess their as well? he vaguely remembers a stranger bandaging his wounds. who did he owe his life? | ||
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+ | tyler shook off the hangover as best he could and made his way downstairs perhaps someone was their to fill in the gaps. he can only hope he did not embarrass himself too much. | ||
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+ | |Content=It's not long after Tyler wakes that Nerta enters the room. In her hand is a swirling flask that seems to flicker from violet to gold. | ||
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+ | "You certainly are in a hurry to meet the Gods in person." | ||
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+ | Setting the tincture on the night stand, she folds into a chair and adjusts her cloak. | ||
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+ | "Yet you survived. Perhaps the Dark Mistress has need of you, or perhaps the Wolf Lord wants to play with you some more. He always likes the ones with bravado..." | ||
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+ | Cracking the seal on the flask the smell of incense curls into the room. | ||
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+ | "Choice is a luxury afforded to some, but not me." | ||
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+ | Pouring elixir into a cup, the drink sputters rather than splashes. | ||
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+ | "I am a Guardian, I protect people and kill monsters. So when a man who would be a Hero runs off to save someone: I try to protect him and kill the monster waiting in ambush." | ||
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+ | Her grip tightens on the cup as her expression grows weary. | ||
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+ | "But we live in the Age of Shadows. The fire is low and every day the Dread Necromancer drains more magic from the Weave. Every day he grows bolder, and his ambushes more fiendish. Every day more witches, and sorcerers siphon power out of the fragile remains of the ley lines. Every day things get little bit dimmer." | ||
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+ | Offering the steaming cup to Tyler, she smiles faintly. | ||
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+ | "Beluaterra may be dying, but you don't need to beat the rush. I need your help to save the world after all. So drink up, and welcome to my fool quest." | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler even es the liquid contents warily. Head still throbbing he downs the liquid in a fluid motion most likely whatever was inside would not be pleasant remedies rarely are after all. " Aye meeting the gods would be a bit better then this splitting headache I imagine. What is this stuff anyway" he asks moments before emptying the contents into his mouth. | ||
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+ | Tyler takes a moment to gather his thoughts as the newly ingested tincture hits his stomach. "We're saving the world now huh? I take this is a mission with little to no chance of success likely to lead to one or both of our deaths? A quest any would other would be a fool to accept? " Tyler grins broadly. " Sounds like my kind of quest. | ||
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+ | Tyler erratically grabs for his belongings while continuing to talk to the priestess. " So is this about what we're discussing last night? About my future pilgrimage? Or is this something else entirely? The last thing I remember is discussing your past experiences with the old gods so if this is something we went over last night I would appreciate a recap on what it is we're doing to save the world. | ||
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+ | |Content=The violet drink flecked with gold tastes exactly like morning sunlight wrapped in shadow and ignites a pleasant fire in Tyler's stomach that sears away every ache. | ||
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+ | "A [[Old Gods/Mysticism|healing elixir,]] apparently an old secret from the days of The Republic. Some of the Celebrants in the Temple make them from Incindia." | ||
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+ | Collecting her cup with a laugh, the warm sound is tinged with the faintest click in the back of her throat. | ||
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+ | "You've saved the world before have you? Yes, my fool quest is likely to get me and anyone else who takes part, killed. A point I keep making to folks, and yet they keep signing up." | ||
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+ | As she spreads her hands the cloak falls away enough to reveal a silken blue shirt trimmed in yellow, but Nerta quickly pulls the fabric closed. | ||
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+ | "Last night we were discussing your mad quest to earn the attention of the Gods, but then the Dread Necromancer tried to kill you. That you survived tells me you're already in trouble. So, to earn a blessing: choose one of the sites, slay a champion, have a vision quest or whatever else speaks to you, and bask in the results. There isn't really a formula or rite to being a Follower. It depends on your personal interpretation." | ||
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+ | The woman's scowl returns as she leans forward. | ||
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+ | "If you survive, and don't come to your senses, I can tell you more of what those sites represent. Of the Weave. Of my [[Unti Family/Nerta/A2S1|fool quest]] to try and avert the apocalypse." | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler is pleasantly surprised by the effects of the tincture almost burns like alcohol but his senses seem to be sharpening instead of dulling. | ||
+ | " Some stuff you got there I bet it has saved more then one life. I guess it's time to head out then I will be sure to write you once I have earned a gods blessing so you can tell me about your quest. I owe you my life it seems so I'll try not to die before the repay you. " | ||
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+ | Tyler notices the attempt to hide a rather fine silk shirt underneath her robe but decides not to push the topic as it's clear she does not want to discuss it. He only hopes she did not notice the momentary suspicion cross his face. | ||
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+ | Tyler reaches his hand out the the priestess. " It's clearer now then it has ever been that out fates were bound to cross let's hope it's for the better and not one big joke played on the world's heroes. Let's do what we have to because no one else will. | ||
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Training Match
Rika Ketchum, Dame of Gethsemene meets her challenger Lady Nerta Unti, Dame of Agyr, Priestess of The Old Gods for the agreed training match. Nerta has decided to use the 'defensive' strategy while Rika has chosen the 'neutral' strategy, giving Rika the advantage. After a series of blows, Nerta wins the training match. | ||||||
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Training Match
Rodderick O'Deathh, Knight of Gethsemene meets his challenger Lady Nerta Unti, Dame of Agyr, Priestess of The Old Gods for the agreed training match. Both participants are using the 'overrun' strategy, so that neither has an advantage. After a series of blows, Nerta wins the training match. | ||||||
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