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Blanes journey May 12, 2020 8:48:26 GMT 10 via mobile

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Post by Mrdamage on May 12, 2020 8:48:26 GMT 10

The rolling streams water was clear and fresh, white squauls bubbling around moss capped rocks which jutted out of the waters in random places. The forest, tall and green encrouched on either side of the stream with beams of sunlight striking through its thick canopy creating a beautifull, glittering effect where it touched the rippling waters. The place was a picture of serenity and calm. The streams banks widened near a cluster of rockies and swirled around them. Just beyond, the water was deeper and calm, and a bank was formed by gravel and sand.
A boy of seven sat in the calm waters and quietly sang to himself and played, his brown pants and simple shirt sitting on a rock at the bank. He made a hollow ball with both hands clasped together, flooded it by immersing it in the water then rapidly raised it whilst squeezing to create a small geyser like ejection of water. Behind him, the water began to ripple and swell upward quietly, slowly morphing into an upright humanoid figure. As the shadow of the elemental shimmered over him, the boy turned startled and his eyes widened in shocked amazement. The elemental raised its arm and without warning it exploded violently, the waters forcing their way down the boys nose and throat. The shock to his system as his lungs filled with water killed the boy and he fell back in the water.

The boy woke up. He was naked and lying on the bank of the stream. He coughed up a large amount of water as his vision focused. Above him crouched a strange figure, cloaked and hooded in a strange black shimmering cowling. The face was nothing more then a shadow. The boy went to scream but the figure raised a long withered finger from its boney hand and held it close to the darkness that was its face.
He heard a slow echoing "shhhhhhh" that chilled him to his bones and he stopped. The boy watched the figure, who seemed contended to do little more then watch him back. It extended its boney hand and reached toward his face. Moving only his eyes, the boy watched the hand get closer, long fingers splayed. The hand was little more then bone with what appeared to be dried leathery skin stretched over it. Large darkened clawlike nails protruded from their ends. The hand moved to touch the hair on his brow, but stopped short before making contact. It moved its hand slowly to one side of the boys face then back again, carefull not to touch, almost as though stroking his hair.

"Bren? Bren-don, where are you?", called a woman nearby from the forest, it was the boys mother. The black cloaked figure looked up with frightening speed as it retracted its hand. With a blood curdling howl it leapt into the air and was gone in a shimmer of blackness.

Blane woke with a start yelling. "Mother!"
The archive attendant spun around with a start. As Blane slowly calmed and looked around, he noticed he was in the Threshold archives. A volume in front of him with a candle illuminating the pages. He rubbed his eyes. He saw the attendant who said nothing staring at him.
Blane groaned, the hour was late. He eyed the attendant and asked.
"Dont you ever go home?"
"This IS my home."

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Blanes journey Jun 19, 2020 9:22:09 GMT 10 via mobile

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Post by Mrdamage on Jun 19, 2020 9:22:09 GMT 10

"Almost every time I dream lately she appears. She's a woman I think I used to know a long time ago, long black hair and large almond shaped green eyes. She's always wearing something black that seems to shimmer. She's sitting, and...she is sobbing silently, always sobbing. Not loudly or anything like that, just silently and still, the tears rolling down her cheeks. I feel a warmth toward her, I want to get closer. She notices me and we lock eyes. Her expression is cold and callous though she is beautifull. She doesnt return my warmth, I feel a terrible intrepidation come over me as she glares at me. Her face grows angry and she yells at me and magic begins to fly. Then I wake up!
I don't know why I'm having these dreams, well maybe, they started after I ran into some water elementals near Highforge, seemed to jog my memory or something.
So.... am I crazy or not?" Blane asked the horse as he fed it another tuft of grass. The horse nodded its head as it munched on the grass. Blane patted the horse as he surveyed the hills to the north thoughtfully.
"I need to find her, thats what I need to do I reckons." The horse snorted as Blane gave it a good scratch."

Last Edit: Jun 19, 2020 11:55:02 GMT 10 by Mrdamage

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Blanes journey Aug 1, 2020 11:23:38 GMT 10 via mobile

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Post by Mrdamage on Aug 1, 2020 11:23:38 GMT 10

Blane whistled as he Made his way to the Threshold bath house with a spring in his step. His armour well washed and polished was shiny now, it's tarnished finish gone. What had previously appeared to be brown pants were now their proper desert khaki color. Blane stepped into bath house and looked around. On the table somebody had left a jug of cool iced drinking water. Blane raised an eyebrow and picked up the jug and called out over his shoulder.
"Wraith?, you in here? " He waited for a moment and when there was no answer snorted and put the jug down. He disrobed, stretched and got into one of the baths. He sighed with relaxation as he reclined for a moment in the steaming bath then started to bathe. He grabbed the gritty sandy coloured cake of Soap and washed. Once finished he sat the cake of soap up on the edge of the bath, reclined and stared at it as he relaxed. He pondered how the soap looked like the sand on the beach at Ragalov as his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off.

The boy of seven looked out across the vast rolling desert sands for the last time. He had played alot in the dunes as a boy and felt like he was going to miss them greatly. He wore Some khaki studded pants and a similarly coloured hooded jacket but the hood was down. A slight breeze rolled the sand over the tops of the dunes. He then looked Southward at the rocky winding trail and beyond at the craggy cliff, then beyond that into the hazey distance at the snowcapped mountains. That's where he and his family were going, south to the lands beyond. Father had said it was a beautifull place, full of green grasses and trees as far as the eye could see. The boy had asked if there was any sand which had perplexed his father for a moment. His father had then responded with,
"Sure, there must be, sand is everywhere!" The boy could tell his father didn't know for sure and was only humouring him.
The boy watched as the Caravan crew made the final checks of the wheels and horse bridles. A burly brown bearded fellow with studded leather armour and a scimitar by either side of his waist appeared to be the leader of the caravan crew. He hurried up to the small group of waiting travellers who included the boy, his father, his mother and another two men who were his fathers friends. There was another hooded lone traveller whom by his apparel looked like a warrior of Some sort, perhaps a bounty hunter. One didn't Question such folk about their business the boys father used to warn him, lest they end up on the wrong side of a weapon.
The burly man cleared his throat to get everyones attention.
"Allright everyone, it's time to load up and get moving. That pass thaws out maybe once a decade and doesn't stay that way for long. We need to get moving. As per our usual contract, your anonimity is assured. We do ask that you do not speak to, question, attempt to detain, fight or try to kill each other untill you have disembarked at the destination. Umm, thankyou for travelling with Capua caravans, black bag service. Now... get on and lets go!, we need to make the rondevous."
The boy looked up at his mother and father. His mother who was a pretty, dark haired woman looked into his fathers eyes searchingly.
"I love you John and i'm with you all the way but why this? This is dangerous, we could of taken a ship, your an expert seaman, you could of found us a good, fast comfortable ship."
"I told you Maryanne, we can't go near the water, it's far too dangerous, she could find us. We 've avoided her and the sea for years while I waited for this moment. I've done that for good reason, trust me. The water is bad, we can't go near it "
The burly caravaneer yelled from his position high up in the drivers seat of the carriage.
"Hurry the hell up and get on or you can stay here. NO REFUNDS! "
The three climbed into the back of the Caravan.

Last Edit: Aug 1, 2020 11:28:06 GMT 10 by Mrdamage

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Blanes journey Aug 2, 2020 12:37:15 GMT 10 via mobile

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Post by Mrdamage on Aug 2, 2020 12:37:15 GMT 10

The caravan slowly made its way up the craggy mountain pass climbing ever higher toward the icy snow capped peaks. Stone speckled sand became craggy clayed rock which became icy stone and then a white, snow covered landscape. The temperature dropped rapidly as the wagon ascended and everybodys breath began to steam. The travellers had also rugged up appropriately as the temperature dropped. The caravans constant rocking from side to side was actually somewhat soothing, and soon, almost all in the back of the caravan were asleep. The boy was not asleep and neither was one of the boys fathers friends. He was a well kept fellow, cleanshaven accept for a small goatee beard. His robes were ornately woven blue and golden dressing which indicated that we was a scholar of the arcane arts.
The two locked eyes from time to time momentarily before boredom overtook them and the arcanist smiled at the boy and spoke.
"Well this is rather a dull journey so far isn't it!"
The boy nodded slowly in agreeance. The arcanist looked around and locked eyes once more with the boy and sighed.
"My name is Lex boy, i've known your father for quite some time!"
The boy blinked at him and then after a moment of consideration, replied.
"My name is Brendon." The arcanist smiled.
"Oh Brendon, I know that my little friend. You are very special you know! and your lucky to have your father, he cares very deeply for you." Brendon nodded. Lex grinned at the boy and sighed.
"Say Brendon, would you like to hear a story? " Brendon perked up a bit and nodded again. Lex looked around and cleared his throat.
"Now this is a special story and you need to listen carefully!
Once open a time there lived a beautifull and powerfull priestess. She resided in a temple near the sea in a small port town not unlike where you were born. She used to give blessings to the sailors before their journeys, that the sea may see them safely accross. She also provided healing when required but she dreamt of much greater things. Her deity was a powerfull goddess of the ocean depths you see, and through her worship, offerings and faith, she had found favor with this immortal.
Now this priestess was ambitious and vain, her beauty and the respect her station garnered was not enough for her. Her family was not enough and she sought the eye of the Emperor himself, so embarked upon a bold plan. Do you know what it was? "
Brendon Shook his head, mesmerised by the story.
"She sought to bring water to the deserts. A miracle so profound that it would cause the people to raise her up to the staton of queen and count her as equal to the Emperor himself!"
Brendon furrowed his brow as he thought.
" But how can you do that?" He finally asked.
" Aha, a good question my boy, how indeed! She sought the help of her goddess. And so, she made a shrine to her goddess in a secret place, a sea cavern. She enlisted the help of the err...fish people that also served her goddess and she made an offering of unprecedented proportion. She made offerings of gold, barrells of wine and baskets of the finest fruits. She sacificed beasts, and more darkly, despite the fact that her own husband was a sailor, sacrificed a hundred unwary sailors, spilling their blood into the waters of her shrine. Her goddess heard her and appeared!
She was a beautiful young 3 feet tall nixie with the shapely body of a teenager, with silken azure skin, long blond hair that touched her ankles and charming blue eyes. No man could resist her charms it is said. Her name was Kallala of the seven veils, and she was angry for being summoned!
'Why have you summoned me here mortal? Choose your words wisely or be cast down into the depths with the things that crawl and slither through the darkness and the bog.' She said ominously."
Brendon gulped as Lex continued.
"The priestess spoke whilst bowed respectfully.
'Oh great Kallala of the seven veils, I seek your help and to raise up your name among my people.'
'Explain!?' demanded the nixie goddess.
'I seek your help my goddess, your great power over the elements to bring water to the deserts of these lands to make them prosperous and fertile. I will erect temples in every city to honour your name and bring offerings every day to honour you.' said the priestess hopefully, a bead of sweat forming on her brow.
'You amuse me mortal. you dare speak to me of fertility when I was cheated out of mine. Your request comes at a price.'
'What price my great, anything, if I can get it I will?'
'Very well, the terms are accepted'
The goddess's eyes glazed over and she began chanting heavy ancient incantations as she raised her arms. The ground began to shudder and rocks fell from the caves ceiling as outside, a powerfull wind began to blow and dark ominous clouds rolled over the skies. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked accross the skies as a storm of the size never before seen darkened the entire deserts themselves. Rain like never before seen bucketed down as the desert itself heaved and moaned, sprouting gushing geysers of water which formed into growing lakes and then snaking rivers, and the goddess continued to chant. And when the goddess finished chanting, she lowered her arms and her eyes returned. The event, almost as quickly as it had begun, ceased. The ground ceased its shuddering and the winds died down. The clouds evaporated and the sun returned. But now the desert had countless springs bubbling fourth water, feeding the freshly formed lakes and rivers. The goddess then focused on the priestess.
'It is done. The price for my favour is first your fertility.'
The priestess screamed and buckled over in agony as the goddess took from her the ability to bear children.
'The second and final offering shall be your recently sired first born son. Within 3 days you are to bring him here and sacrifice him to my name, spilling his blood into the waters. If you fail in this task, you and your lands will be cursed for all time.'
The goddess of the sea then vanished. It is said the priestess sobbed for a time and upon exiting the cave saw her people rejoicing, for the gods had brought water to the desert. Do you know what happened next?"
Wide eyed and full of wonder Brendon shook his head.
"What did the priestess do?"
"It is said by those close to her that she became changed. She ordered her acolytes to prepare the shrine for a sacrifice and sought out her only child.
But you see, the boys father had learned of her intentions and stole the baby away before she could complete her grim task. For three days the priestess searched frantically but her efforts were in vain. Her husband and her child were both gone, leaving her to face the wrath of the goddess."
Brendon gasped.
"On the third day, she returned to the cavern to plead for her goddess's mercy, but the goddess, cruel vixen of the sea did not listen. Once again she uttered some powerfull ancient magic and the wellsprings of water turned to geysers of black tar and ignited into huge fireballs, burning all those that had gathered round them to take refuge. The sky was filled with black smoke, the ground rumbled and cracked open, swallowing the lakes and rivers below the sands. The goddess then turned her attention to the priestess. With rage in her eyes she cursed the priestess and transformed her into a hideous sea hag, bound to her servitude and the merciless sea, the priestess fell into the seas, and that is the last anyone ever saw of her.

Some say she is out there still, looking for her lost sacrifice, feeding upon unwary sailors, looking for the key to break her curse and once more bring water to the desert. Or errr, something like that."
The arcanist looked at Brendon, he had fallen asleep.
"Interesting." said the hooded warrior from the far side of the caravan slowly.
Lex shot a look at him. "Oh, sorry if I woke you sir, it was just a story to amuse the boy."
"I never sleep.
I dont remember the entire desert becoming an oasis of springs and I have lived a long time."
Lex grinned. "Well, you know, its just a childrens tale of course."
"Yes, quite. A childrens tale. Oddly however, I do remember rumours of a similar occurance to what your tale described a few years ago, though it was localised to the barren expanse around a small unheard of port town on the northern coast. Water springing fourth from the desert, then turning to burning tar".
"Well, like I said, it was, just a story..."

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Blanes journey Aug 6, 2020 23:34:04 GMT 10

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Post by Mrdamage on Aug 6, 2020 23:34:04 GMT 10

It had been two days of travelling in the bumpy old wooden caravan which creaked and groaned as it made its way over irregularities in the path beneath the covering snow. Constant stopping, some fighting and the occasional rest break were the highlights of the slow precarious trip, for climbing a steep snowy pass was both dangerous and very taxing on the horses and the driver.The first day was spent climbing up a winding track into the mountain pass. This was followed by about an hours wait in the cold driving snow for the other caravan to reach the meeting point. The other caravan was late and the group of travellers waited anxiously untill it finally materialised out of the hazey snow mists. The two caravans parked side by side and there was some transfer of supplies whilst the passengers also switched caravans. Brendon and his parents stayed close together, trying to keep warm as they found their same spot but in the other caravan. Once all the travellers were aboard, the caravan drivers said their goodbyes, turned around and started heading back down their respective sides of the mountains.
"See you in another ten years!" Brendon heard one of the caravan drivers yell to the other jokingly as they parted ways. They lost sight of the other caravan almost immediately as it dissapeared into the snow haze.
Brendons father assumed an expression he had very rarely seen. It was one of great relief as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he ruffled Brendons hair playfully as he declared that they had made it, though Brenden did not fully comprehend what that meant.
The caravan made it's way through the snow ever downward, precariously down hobbling cliffside tracks with great drops to one side and sheer cliffs the other. At one point the caravan had stopped for quite some time. Some yelling could be heard outside. The hooded warrior listened for a while then muttered. He stood up and left the carriage remarkably dextrously and quietly. Voices could be heard and Brendon stuck his head out to see what was going on. The warrior seemed to be arguing with the caravan crew who were pointing ahead. The warrior drew a weapon into each hand. They appeared to be swords and Bendon marvelled at thier blades which seemed to be on fire. He knew it was magical fire but he still wondered how they could burn in such cold weather. The caravan crew looked at each other as the warrior ran off ahead. He returned a short time later with weapons stowed.
"It is clear, proceed" He said to the crew as he passed them and got back into the back of the caravan. The caravan started moving again. Nobody asked what had happened but the warrior gave a clue as he sat down, muttering something about mindless ice elementals.

The caravan contined on and though at times it stopped and shouting could be heard, it soon started up again without the warriors help. Finally, the caravan stopped and from outside, the driver yelled through an inspection hatch beside him that he abruptly slid open.
"Selenica!" The drivers mouth yelled into the caravans cabin and then the hatch slid shut again with unsettling speed.
The hooded warrior abruptly stood up and left the caravan, purpose in his strides. Brendon watched him leave and then looked outside. In places the snow was just starting to give way to patches of green grass and the temperature was noticbly warmer. The caravan continued on for a time and then stopped again.
"Oh what now?" grumbled Lex, who was clearly struggling with the lengh of the journey. Brendon looked out the window and saw the driver talking to a group of hooded individuals in dark clothing by the roadside who were blocking the road. The snow was mostly gone now and grass was everywhere, bordered by flowing streams coming down from the mountains. The path was now a well worn road of bald dirt and clay. Brendon watched as the driver handed over a heavy sack of something to what appeared to be the leader of the group. He had an enormus sword over his shoulder but was also hooded so his face could not be seen. Soon after this transfer, the caravan began moving again, seemingly with the leaders blessing as the other hooded individuals parted ways to allow it to continue.
The caravan continued on and soon Brenden could see high walls of a fort made of tree logs. They were being guarded by a group of soldiers clothed in Blue and silver Colours. They waved the wagon through as Lex announced that this was the Kings road keep.
Brendon watched trees and rocks go by, a completely different landscape to what he was used to. Everything seemed so lush here, and alive. A while later the caravan stopped, the inspection hatch abruptly slid open and the driver yelled through it.
"Highforge! city of the small folk! We are staying here for the night. Feel free to take lodging in the local tavern or you can camp by the caravan if you wish!" The hatch then slid shut again with unsettling speed.
Brendon, this father and mother, Lex and another quiet fellow exited the caravan and stretched their legs. Brendon looked around at the architecture and people of this town. He marvelled at the size of the gnomes. They were no taller then him, yet some had long beards and clearly they were well aged. He saw the Caravan driver pointing at the caravans front wheel and speaking with one of the gnomes that had been waiting for the caravans arrival. A small band of gnomes helped with the unloading and reloading of yet more supplies. Soon after being marshalled, another small band of gnomes was busy taking apart the caravans front wheel. The driver headed into the town and dissapeared into what appeared to be a tavern.

Brendon was hungry, he looked up at his parents. Their moods had changed considerably since the caravan head left the deserts behind. His father looked deeply into his mothers eyes.
"I couldn't have dreamed of getting this far without you Maryanne. How can I thank you for all that you've done for me and my son?" Maryanne gave him a cheeky smile and punched him in the chest.
"Our son now John!" she corrected him with a furrowed brow and intense eyes. "...and you can thank yourself for being the man you are. Just don't stop it and that'll be thanks enough."
Lex suddenly appeared between the two and put one hand on each of their shoulders as Brendon lost interest and went over to watch the gnomes fixing the caravan.
"Well sister, you realise that now John won't have to be paying us anything cause you took a fancy to him." He joked.
Maryanne grinned " Oh, he'll be paying, just in other ways. " she said amorously, grinning at John. Lex rolled his eyes.
"Oh please ".
"Like I said Maryanne, thanks for everything." John said heartfully. "Your the best thing that ever happened to me!." Maryanne blushed slightly as Lex thought to himself a moment then eyed John.
"John, that day. The one when you first came to me with Brendon looking for a place to hide from that wife witch of yours. "
John smiled as he looked in Maryannes eyes. "Yes, the day I met your sister, though she was a bit less forthcoming then now"
The three chuckled. Lex continued
"How did you know?"
"What? That Maryanne here would turn out to be the greatest love of my life? I didn't, not that day."
Maryanne blushed again.
"No, not that, How did you know to flee your, umm, the witch, with the boy? Nobody could of ever guessed how she would turn that day and what she would become. But you kinda did."
John looked thoughtfull.
"To be honest, no, I didn't know or guess. That day I was loading cargo onto a skiff when that freak storm happened. Almost blew me off the docks it did. Anyway, it cleared up almost as quick as it had brewed up. I started back on with the business of loading up the skiff when suddenly I felt eyes on me. I turned around and there she was, standing at the end of the dock! And I tell you, I was on that dock and I didn't see anyone go past me."
"Who?"
"Don't rightly know. She was a youthfull lass, large blue eyes that somehow portrayed a deep and timeless wisdom. I could tell, nay feel, that she was a creature of magic, and it felt strong, like the world was bending around her if that makes any sense. She was naked too cripes!, cept for a clamshell and her long blonde hair hiding her modesty."
"Oh here we go again, another siren story" sighed Maryanne, "How many ales had you sunken that day I wonder?" She asked sceptically.
"Not that many." conceded John." But it's true I tell you! She was there plain as day. Her blue eyes were cold but she spoke in the most comely of voices. I had to listen."
John looked at Brendon who was busy looking at the gnomes fixing the caravan wheel.
"She was the one that warned me about what my witch of an X wife was intending to do. She said I had a choice to make. I could save Brendon, or forsake him and become incredibly rich and famous. Well, obviously for me there was no choice there, but I didnt beleive her at first. I looked up a moment as I considered in which way I would tell her to get lost and then she was just gone. Course I went back to work thinking no more of it but then soon the town started buzzing with word that the gods had brought water to the desert. I don't know, somehow I just knew that it was all connected and Brendons mother was responsible, I had to get away!"

Last Edit: Aug 6, 2020 23:42:13 GMT 10 by Mrdamage

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Blanes journey Aug 22, 2020 11:30:31 GMT 10 via mobile

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Post by Mrdamage on Aug 22, 2020 11:30:31 GMT 10

Morning dawned on Highforge and the passengers clambered back up into the Caravan. Brendon noticed some of the old faces among the passengers had gone, but new ones had replaced them.
Brendan looked through his seats window and noticed the caravan driver talking to what appeared to be the leader of three men on horse back. The leader was a large figure on a black horse. He wore black spikey covered armour that had a spikey black helmet to match. An enormous Double Axe was slung over his shoulder, it looked taller then him! Brendon revelled at it, its enormous axe blades glinting in the sunlight. How could one even use such a thing!?. It looked like it could chop a man in half with just one swing.
The second fellow sat upon a green and black camoflage painted horse and wore greenish leathery armour. He had long blonde hair, pale skin and pointy ears. He was an elf Brendon knew. A bad tempered one by the look of his sour expression. It appeared the elf had coloured his horse to camoflage it somewhat as underneath one could make out the horse was actually white. The elf had an impressure looking ornately carved bow resting by his side. He also had two short swords slung by either side and a dagger strapped to his thigh. Two more swords were slung over his back in a cross figure beneath his quarrel of arrows.
The third fellow was a grome and wore a Puffy Red outfit with large lapels and Collars that were up to his pointy ears. He carried a staff with a glowing skull as the crown. A sharply pointed Moustache a goaty beard hid his weathered facial features as his narrowed cold eyes watched on emotionlessly.
"Thats the three! " Announced a girls voice. Brendon turned around startled to see a well dressed girl about the age of ten sitting beside him. Bendon eyed her a moment then turned back to continue watching what was happening outside as the girl continued to talk to him. He watched the caravan driver hand over e large sack to the leader of the three.
"The drivers paying them to escort us though the Moors, otherwise we would all be troll food by the end of the day" Brought thought a moment then turned to the girl.
" But what if they just take the gold and run off? " The girl laughed.
" Your not from around here are you! That big guy in the spiked armour that just took the gold, that's Clog. He does this job with his helpers a few times a week. He's a Mercenary. If he just ran off, word would get out and that would be the end of his business. They say he was a soldier in the Black Eagle army, he's half orc, that's why he's so big. Probably really ugly too under that helmet, why he never takes it off, like, ever".
" Black eagle? who are they?" Asked Brendon. The girl burst out laughing.
"What Rock have you been living under?" Brenden snorted at her.

The caravan began moving with a jerk and the travellera were once again on their way. Brendon looked outside at the countryside. Grassy hills and trees as far as the eye could see. He noted with slight Melancholy however that there was no sand to be seven anywhere. The caravane continued on down the trail with one mercenary riding either side of it and Clog leading it.
The elf was an Brendans side and Brendon watched him closely in awe. He seemed to be in a bad mood constantly as he surveyed the countryside constantly for trouble.
That caravan seemed to follow a stream, at times crossing over it. It gradually grew darker as the trees closed over up above forming an impenetrable canopy with their thick branches and foliage. There were watery bogs and decaying fallen trees everywhere. Brendan shuddered as he saw what looked like giant slugs in the distance laying in the bog. He also saw somebody out there and he blinked, trying to get a better look through the haze.
"That's a deader" The girl announced, noticing what he was looking at. Brenden Shuddered. He'd heard about undead before, but this was the first time he had actually ever seen one as it vanished behind the trees in the mists.
The caravan stopped and the mercenaries rode ahead. Shortly after the caravan was moving again.
Brendons eyes widened as he noticed littered about the side of the road were lots of body parts, green body parts. A severed taloned green hand that was still moving, A burnt torso of a body and some smouldering guts among the gorry carnage. He examined the body parts in horror as they were slowly vanished, left behind.
"Clogs been busy!" said the girl matter of factly, like she had seen these horrors countless times bfere.
"Looks like he got about umm, eight of them this time round, they never learn."
Brendon eyed her with reservation. Those remains were of large creatures, even by Clogs standards. The caravan continued on, it came upon a narrow bridge and slowly made its way accross the bridge which it barely fit over. Brendon could see over the side of the bridge and down from his window. It appeared to be a substantial drop and his heart fluttered. He sat back down and closed his eyes as the bridge creaked and popped.
The caravan finally emerged from the canopy of the Moors trees, the sun returned and Brendon again looked outside. He was relieved to see civilization again. Brightly armour clad Soldiers with glowing swords patrolled as the caravan come to a halt.
The drivers inspection hatch opened with unsettling speed.
"KELVIN!" yelled the driver then closed the hatoh wth similarly unsettling speed.

Last Edit: Aug 22, 2020 12:26:09 GMT 10 by Mrdamage

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Blanes journey Aug 26, 2020 17:47:56 GMT 10

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Post by Mrdamage on Aug 26, 2020 17:47:56 GMT 10

Brendon and the other passengers alighted the caravan in Kelvin to stretch their legs and take a look around. This was the home of The Order of the Griffon and Brendon marvelled at the strutting Paladins with her glowing Sword blades and the huge warrior statues. Supplies were being offloaded and yet more supplies loaded up. Brendon overheard the driver arguing with a prospective traveller that had appeared.
"Why does it cost so much?" Argued the prospective traveller as men loaded barrels onto the top of the caravan and lashed them down.
"Look, i've got overheads. If'n you want to save yerself the coin, your can certainly try walking to Mirros."
The traveller grumbled something and payed the driver. Once the supplies were loaded up the passengers got back on board and the Caravan started with a jerk. It moved off and they were on their way again.
There was lots of water in this country Brendon thought as the caravan continued down the road further south west beside a river. Not that long after leaving Kelvin the caravan come to a stop again and Brendon looked outside to see what was happening this time.
There was a large group of what appeared to be warriors dressed in green leather armour, standing in the road. Their heads were partly shaved to form blue bristly streaks of hair which ran fom the back of their heads to the front. The effect made them look very intimidating. They each carried handaxes at the ready and surveyed the caravan closely as they surroundeded it. The driver jumped down off the caravan and met with what appeared to be the groups leader. It was a lady who stood out from the rest by the design of her green armor which looked more impressive then the others. She also held a sickle in one hand, unlike the others.
She greeted the driver and handed him what appeared to be a sack of coin. Others in her group then came forth with Bundled supplies and loaded them onto the caravan, securing them tightly. They were bound for the Callari traders in Mirros. Brendon locked eyes with ono of the callari who was looking at the caravan. The two stared at each other a moment and Brendon waved. The Callari did not react in any way, he merely turned away and joined his group which were now dispersing into the nearby trees.
Such a lush and beautiful country this was, but also so harsh and unfriendly Brendon thought. With the Callari supplies loaded up and the coin taken, the caravan started moving again.
The caravan stopped after a while waking Brendon from a bored daze. The drivers hatch opened.
"If anybodies interested in seeing the local wildlife, hop out. If you scary easy, please stay inside the carriage. Do not under any circumstances show weapons or behave aggresively or I cannot guarantee your safety.
Brendon looked at his mother pleadingly. His mother smiled after a moment."Oh alright! let go take a look!" His father who was reading a book sighed, closed the book and also got up. They all alighted the caravan as the driver produced a horn and blew three loud distinctive bursts northward. he then turned to the passengers who had assembled to see what was happening.
"Now everyone, it'll be fine. Don't show any weapons and stay out of their way!"
The Driver then untied the lashings that were fastening the barrels to the roof of the caravan then turned toward the mountains to the north with his hands on his hips. Out of the haze a large hulking figure emerged, it was an enormous mountain giant followed by another and another.
. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Brendons father to which the driver responded calmly.
" Just relax sir, they're friendly okay. Go back inside if your frightened."
Everybody watched in awe as the giants came closer and closer untill they stood beside he caravan looking down at it. They wore little more then loincloths and gigantic weapons were slung over their massive shoulders. The passengers and driver came roughly to the height of their knees. The lead giant examined the passengers standing beside the caravan gawking at him and his eyes narrowed, it appeared that he could tell they were looking at him like he was sideshow. The other two giants ignored the passengers and were examining the barrels on top of the caravan. The lead giant with his gaze locked on the passengers furrowed his brow angrily, raised his arms high up and bellowed a deafening roar, revealing huge sharp teeth. His voice was akin to a foghorn and the passengers put their hands over their ears as they took a few paces back fearfully. Brendons father stumbled and fell on his butt. He shuffled backward in terror with his hands and feet trying to get away. The giants furrowed brow and angry expression slowly softened into an expression of amusement and he burst out laughing as did the other two. The laughter was thunderous and the passengers looked up at the trio confused. The driver put his hands on his hips and yelled up at the giants.
"Do you have to scare the passengers shitless EVERY time Crong? For feks sake." But that just made Crong burst out laughing even more as the driver shook his head."Your a peanut brain you know that?"
Crong turned his attention to the barrels on top of the caravan with a large grin on his face. He lost interest in the passengersand instead now picked up one of the barrels which in his hand looked like a large glass. With his finger he cracked the lid of the barrel and took a deep drink of the contents. With satisfaction he wiped his mouth after drinking. He looked down at the driver.
"Ahh goood!" he boomed in a baratone voice. "Little man Dave brings good wine. Crong happy! Good friend Dave, you go, Crongs road is safe for you. You come back soon, bring more mans wine!"
"Umm, Crong, about those orcs up the road that robbed me last time...?"
With one barrel under each arm, Crong furrowed his brow and fire flashed in his eyes.
"Orcs will bother you no more. Crong crush many as message. Go, road and dead town be safe for you now." And with that Crong turned and headed off back toward the mountains with barrels under arm. He dissapeared into the northern mountain mists as everyone boarded the caravan and it began moving again.

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Blanes eyes slowly opened and he found himself staring at the ornate stone ceiling of his bedroom. He lay in thought for a while before finally rolling up and getting out of bed.

His muscular lean body was covered in healed scars and tattoos. He washed his face and got dressed in some plain brown pants and a shirt.

He went down into the basement and had a quick bite of some bread, dried meat and cheese. He chased it down with some water and looked around.

He focused on an old greataxe sitting on a rack. He had looked past it so many times but today it grabbed his attention. He approached it and touched its blade.

Memories flooded back to him, the day Taevin the paladin had sold him the axe. A smile drifted accross his face and slowly melted away. He furrowed his brow and scratched his head, examining the shelves in his basement. He rummaged around untill he found it, a golden ring wrapped in a bit of cloth. He unwrapped it, held it up and examined it as memories of Elora and his failed attempts at courtship returned to him. He chuckled to himself as put the ring down on his bar, leaned down, pulled out an ale and held it up in toast.

"To old friends and aquaintences" he said to himself and drank. He put the empty bottle down, scratched his head and looked around.

He opened a chest and looked inside. There was a magical suit of armour within.

"Hah!, Kavar" he rummaged around, pulling out old boots and things till he dug out a belt, he held it up and examined it.

"Hmmmm, Verity, so long ago" He pulled out a helmet and examined it.

"Jax, ya fruitcake!"

He turned and focused on an ornately fashioned chair sitting beside the bar as he put the other items away.

"Hehe....stupid chair"

He looked up on one of the shelves, there was a bottle of whitish fluid there, mimics blood.

That reminded him of Lumina and Len, and how they had convinced him that the water was safe. He grinned to himself at the memories that brought. There was a book on thd edge of the bar that he focused on and his expression turned solemn. Jessamyn had given him that book, wherever she was.

It had been months since he had seen her last. At first he was concerned. He checked the cassanite temple then checked every cave and crypt he could think of. Then a militiaman had told him he thought he saw her, she was with what appeared to be a ranger. At least she was safe. He had continued to frequent their meetup places but she never showed. She was busy he surmised.

So he kept himself busy, once he thought he caught a glimpse of her green skin, heading south. He considered running after her but decided to leave it be.

Blane patted the book gently and picked it up.

He put it up high on a shelf safely.

Blane emerged from his front door, gripped the handrail of his balcony and looked up and down the street. The militiaman on the corner opposite spotted him and waved.

"Blano!" Blane eyed the militiaman, a small smile grew accross his unshaven face.

"Nassus got you watching me again Reggie?"

"Nah, I just prefer front row seats for when you fuck up!"

Blane furrowed his brow with a wounded expression and raised his upturned hands questioningly.

"What the fuck Reggie, who have I pissed off now?"

"Word about the traps says there was a bunch of folks met up last night in Verge. Your squeeze was there, where the fuck were you?"

Blane sighed. "We had something once, but the world just keeps pullin us in different directions. Best just leave it be."

"Spoken like a true butt plug"

"Dont call me that"

"Why not, butt plug?"

"Dont make me come down there Reggie."

"Or what? What ya gonna do ya dumbass buttplug?"

Blane sighed and shook his head. He casually walked down his stairs as Reggie watched him curiously. He walked past Reggie, giving him a broken toothed grin as continued on toward Darcies"

"Yeah, just keep walking buttplug, just keep walking"

// Blane and Jessa was great fun but my own play times now and others kinda made it too difficult to sustain. So im going to just play it as an amicable fade away. If Blane see's Jessa ingame, he will treat it as old friends with great memories that faded apart.

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Post by Mrdamage on Nov 29, 2020 18:52:51 GMT 10

Blane sat at the table in Darcies and signalled the waitress. They met eyes from accross the tavern and he smiled at her, raising a finger to denote the number 1. She nodded and headed for the bar, knowing what Blane always ordered, an ale. It was no secret he was an accomplished bounty hunter, he could probably buy the entire rack of exotic drinks if he wanted to, but no, he wanted the same old boring ale.

A short while later, a portly fellow dressed in catching black silk threads appeared at his table. He smiled disingenuously at Blane and addressed him with a well spoken common tongue.

"Mr Blane I take it?" Blane looked the fellow up and down over his ale, he nodded and motioned the fellow to sit as he quickly finished his mug of ale and slammed it down.

"Just Blane mate. You must be Oliniv. Well met." Olinov smiled thinly and nodded.

"Well met"

"So, in your correspondance you spoke of a business deal? You wish to hire my talents?"

"Ah, indeed my good man! I wish to organise a hunting trip for myself and my wife lady Lucinda Olinov."
Blane furrowed his brow.
"Hunting trip? Like deer"
"Oh no, deer we can hunt ourselves, I'd like you to show us how to hunt giant spiders and things. Enormous, man eating things!"

Blane chuckled, "Are you serious? That kind of prey fights back. You sure you and your wife is up for it?"

"Well sir, thats why I intend to pay you a sizable sum, to get me out alive!" Blane furrowed his brow and gave Oliniv a sidewards glance. After an awkward moment of silence Blane spoke.
"You mean get you both out alive"

Olinov stared at Blane silently, a smile grew accross his vindictive expression. He leaned in toward Blane and spoke carefully and quietly after glancing about.

"I said exactly what I mean...do you understand? Exactly what I mean!" Blane stared at the fellow shocked for a moment before a wide broken toothed grin grew accross his face.

"I take it you will be paying handsomely for this little, expedition." Olinov leaned back and his expression brightened.

"Oh most certainly my good man. Gold is not an issue for myself. Well, once I inheret my wifes wealth of course." Blane nodded with a knowing grin. "ahh, and thats where the spiders come in!"

"Oh yes, big ones, she must be completely devoured! Perhaps, if you could find a queen spider? I've read that they are exceptionally voracious."

Blane grinned."Indeed!, I know just the place!"

Olinov clapped. "Excellent!"

Blane furrowed his brow.

"Hmm, just one thing, for this to work, we really need to plan it right."

"I would agree, there must be no mistakes" Blane nodded,

"I'm glad you agree. The place im thinking of is down south, full of hu...voracious giant spiders, infested! Lets go take a look, and I'll show you where we'll err, relieve lady Lucinda Olinov of her burden."

Olinov smiled."Indeed!"

The two left together for the Black woods. A few hours later, Blane returned from the black woods, alone, carrying a torn piece of black silk cloth. He headed for home, a thoughtfull expression on his weathered face. He passed a militia man who recognised him.

"Blano! Busy day killin vermin for the greater good?"

"Yeah, you could say that, free of charge too. Im quite the fucking philanthropist."

"Im almost off shift, wanna grab an ale?"

Blane held up the torn piece of black silk cloth.

"Maybe another time Reggie, I've gotta write a widow about a little, accident."

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Post by Mrdamage on Nov 30, 2020 22:27:08 GMT 10

Blane was dressed in a woodsmans outfit, he liked to wear it from time to time as it reminded him of days long gone by, when he used to chop wood for a living. He made his way through the backstreets of Threshold on a lazy afternoon, toward the arcane tower where he had some business.

As he rounded a cobblestone corner bordered with cramped terraces, a sword swung for his throat from the shadows. Blane ducked it and tumbled away skillfully, rolling back up onto his feet.

A hooded figure in dark leather armour leapt after him, swinging a longsword wildly whilst using a large shield as balance and protection. Although well covered, it was obvious the assailant was most likely male.

Timing it correctly, Blane stepped into a swing and skillfully grappled the attackers arm and weapon, knocking it out of the attackers hand. The sword clattered to the ground as Blane pivoted into the assailants chest with a powerfull shouldercharge. The assailant was knocked backward off his feet landing on his butt as Blane stepped on the longsword, quickly glanced about for any others then glared at the assailant.

"Explain to me why I shouldnt kill you" Growled Blane as he took a step toward the assailant who was clambering back up into a stance. The assailant drew a dagger, and started for Blane. Blane allowed the assailant to lunge then stepped in, grappled the arm and smacked the dagger out of the assailants hand. It clattered to the ground as Blane again pivoted and knocked the assailant to the ground.

"Alright then, death it is." growled Blane as he advanced on the assailant who was clambering up. The assailant threw away the shield and prepared to grapple with Blane who easily overpowered and knocked him to the ground. Blane jumped on top of the assailant and pulled the hood off as the two struggled. It was a young man, maybe just out of his teens with blonde sandy hair. After some moments he tired and stopped struggling, his chin pushed firmly into the cobblestones.

"Who sent you?, who are you?" Growled Blane. The young man remained silent, and began struggling again with futility. Blane reached over and hooked his fingers into the fellows nostrils and started pulling upwards as he forced the head down into the cobbles with his forearm. The assailant began to scream as his nostrils stretched to the point of tearing. Blane held it there working the pain, enjoying the payback with a vengefull broken toothed grin.

"Got something to tell me?" He demanded as he yanked on the nostrils and blood began to ooze out as the fellow screamed.

"Anders!, my names...Anders" Blane reduced the pressure on the nostrils slightly as he looked down his nose at the fellow, his face inches away from Anders cheek.

"Now, Anders, if you dont want to look like a pig for the rest of your life, who the fuck sent you?" He then yanked on the nose once more for good measure.

"OWE! Nobody sent me, i'm here to kill you for myself." Blane absorbed that for a moment.

"Why?"

"You killed my father you piece of shite dog!"

Blane thought for a moment.

"Yeah, you do look oddly familiar, what was your fathers name?"

"Arron Johnson, you cut off his head and left him to rot you dog" Blane thought for a while.

"Now I remember, the highwayman, used to rob and murder off the Eastern road. That was a decent bounty. You have to understand, It wasn't personal, just business. The system wanted him dead."

"You killed him!"

"He killed himself long before I got to him, I was just the messenger. If it wasnt me, would of been somebody else."

"Bullshit, he was just trying to get by, you should of let him be."

Blane sighed. "Listen kid, despite the fact you came at me like you did, im gonna let you go. Go home while your still breathing." Blane released the fellow and got up, letting Anders get up. He watched Anders pick up his shield, his dagger, then his longsword. Anders then took a fighting stance. Blane sighed.

"Really? Are you an idiot? can you not see your playing with death here?"

"Ill take my chances you piece of shit Callari lover."

Blane was taken aback by that comment. Anders lunged. Once again Blane disarmed him, knocked him to the ground, jumped onto him and held him down, now he was angry.

"I told you it wasn't personal. You, just made it personal."

Blane reached down to Anders sword hand and after some struggling, gripped the hands thumb. He yanked the thumb backward and twisted it as hard as he could as Anders screamed.

"You wanna make this personal do ya?" Seethed Blane through gritted teeth, jerking the thumb spitefully as Anders screamed in agony. Blane pushed himself off Anders and allowed him up. Anders slowly rose holding his thumb, cringing in pain.

"Pick up your sword." Blane ordered spitefully as he backed away to give Anders room. Anders crouched over his sword whilst not taking his eyes off Blane and tried to pick it up. He cried out as he tried to clutch the hilt, his dislocated and broken thumb throbbing with pain. He slowly managed to clamp the sword with his palm and other fingers then drag it up off the ground clumsily as Blane watched coldly, arms folded.

"You never realise how important a thumb is till you need to grab a sword."

Anders knew his ability to fight was done. He awkwardly sheathed the sword as Blane watched and spoke in a dark icy tone.

"Now that I got your name, i'm gonna kill whats left of your whole fucking family you maggot spawn." Anders looked shocked. Blane nodded approvingly.

"Good, from that expression I can tell you've still got family. My family was killed by orcs long time ago."

"Thats...cowardly."

"Thats..personal." Blane said darkly, his expression was cold and callous.

"Leave them be."

"What?"

"Leave my family be." Blane glared at Anders silently for a moment.

"Swear to me your never gonna come at me again in any way, shape or form. Swear it the fuck now or the lot of 'em are dead. You hear me?" Growled Blane angrily, arms folded.

After a moment of contemplation, Anders realised he had no choice. "I swear"

"Louder"

"I swear it you fucking ass, okay, I swear it" Anders yelled, tearing up. Blane looked him up and down coldly.

"And I swear to you, If you ever come at me again, I'm gonna make good on my threat, once Im done with you. We clear?."

Anders glared at Blane for a moment then proceeded to leave.

"I hope you rot in hell bounty hunter." He said over his shoulder as he dissapeared around a corner.

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Post by Mrdamage on Dec 4, 2020 22:50:01 GMT 10

Early morning in Threshold and the overcast skies threatened to release a downpour as the town slowly came to life. Doors could be heard opening and closing, somewhere a rooster was crowing and birds began to chatter and call to each other, heralding in the new day.

Blane stirred in his bed as a suddenly, a repeated thumping came from the front door. It stopped for a few moments and then started up again, Blane knew the sound well, that of a fist beating against his heavy wooden front door.

After the fourth time it sounded, Blane sighed and rolled up. He groggily got off the bed and pulled on a pair of pants as the thumping started again.

"Coming...coming already!" He yelled as he finished putting on his pants then made for the front door.

"Who is it?" He yelled through the door as he checked the peep hole. There was a blurry image of a woman in a blue gown, standing sidewards to the door, long hazel hair flowing down her back. Her features were human and demure, she was attractive by any reasonable measure.

"My name is Miriam!" She announced.

"What you want?" Quizzed Blane.

"Im looking for Blane the bounty hunter, I have a job." She looked the door up and down with some frustration. "...could you open the door please?"

Without the front door opening, Blane suddenly appeared beside her and she jumped back with a start, both shocked and amazed as she examined his muscular tattooed upper body riddled with scars. Blane examined her reaction unimpressed.

"Magic portal door, security reasons..." He explained tiredly as he rubbed an eye and focused on the lady.

"So, Miriam, what can I do for you at this wonderfull hour of the morning?"

"I have a job for you." Miriam looked around,

"is there somewhere private we can talk?"

Blane sighed and held out his hand. Miriam examined it for a moment and then tentavely took it. Blane hit the trigger and the two teleported back into his abode.

Miriam looked around wide eyed at the polished stone floors and walls, ornate carpets, display cabinets and large plush chairs. Blane motioned to a table against the wall. "Please, have a seat" he said, forcing a smile.

The two sat down and Miriam began her tale.

"It all started about 2 months ago you see. Sara, my daughter, started acting strange. I thought it was just growing pains but then my husband started to notice it too. Anyway we decided to confront her.."

Blane watched and listened with his brow sunken over his eyes.

"...we demanded she explain herself, but she just said we were too controlling and she wished we'd go to hell. So my husband..."

Blane raised his hands.

"Stop, stop, stop"

Miriam looked at him, stopping mid sentence.

"I don't want to sound rude but im not interested in the details, its early and i'm hungry. Whats the job?"

"Oh, okay." Miriam looked down into her pocket and carefully pulled out a cloth. She set it down on the table and gently unfolded it as Blane watched, expressionless. The contents of the cloth was a blue lotus flower.

Blanes examined it momentarily then his eyes shifted to Miriam as she spoke.

"I want you to find the scum selling that to my daughter, shut them down and run them out of town"

Blane pursed his lips."would you like a cup of tea while im at it?" Miriam picked up on the sarcasm.

"What, too hard for you? I thought this is what you did?" Blane exhaled tiredly.

"This is not a simple matter of find the seller. If I take the seller out, you'll have another one the next day. It's pointless!" shrugged Blane.

"But surely you could..."

Blane got up and motioned her to the door.

"Listen lady, this is a matter for the law, go speak to the sherrif, Nassus."

"I did already, he told me what you just did!"

Blane shrugged at her nodding, feeling exonerated. He motioned to the door again.

"Now if you'll-"

"Please! You have to help, I have coin!"

"Try the KAF up in Tarns keep."

"I DID!" Blane furrowed his brow.

"What they say?"

"Not an issue for the armed forces" Before Blane could respond, Miriam continued,

"I tried the hunters and trappers, they laughed at me. I tried the arcane tower, Herias said he runs a mage guild, not a militia, but he would pass on the information. To who I've no idea."

Blane sighed as he motioned to the door.

"My husband tried to run them out of town, they beat him so badly he can still barely speak." Blane eyed her and sighed, the two looked at each other near his front door.

"437 gold if you can do it! And I can borrow a hundred more from my brother." She said hopefully. She could tell by Blanes dry expression that she was way way short.

She glanced about and closed her eyes for a moment, then exhaled. She opened them again and gave Blane a seductive smile. Blane raised an eyebrow.

"I could pay you...in other ways." she winked at him and opened her gown, revealing her full frontal nudity. Blanes eyes widened before he shook his head and bustled her gown closed."NO, we're not doing this!"

He spun her around and aimed her at the front door as she blew kisses at him over her shoulder.

"Are you sure? Anything you like, for a few months!" Blane growled as he shuffled her out.

"Get moving!"

She became herself again and stopped the seduction. She looked Blane in the eye tearing up as the two met eye to eye at his front door.

"Please Blane, help me save my daughter, Please."

Blane looked upward through a sunken brow and sighed.

"Please?" She asked again. After a moments silence and Blane looking around cussing quietly to himself, he spoke.

"We are going to have to go to Mirros."

Miriam hugged Blane.

"Thankyou so much Blane, how could I ever repay you? Anything you want, name it!"

Blane handed her a featherduster and motioned about before heading for his pantry to get breakfast. Miriam looked around with a deflated expression.

"What kind of bounty hunter are you?"

A day later, Blane led the way through the nest in Mirros toward the compound where he knew the Blue lotus temple and manufacturing facility was. Slung over his shoulder was his trusty axe and he was wearing his brass coloured armour. Miriam had changed into dark leather pants and a matching hooded top for the journey. The two were attacked by small gangs of bandits whom Blane easily despatched. They were dangerous, but no match for a seasoned fighter of Blanes callibre.

"Its just around here" Blane announced as the two rounded a corner and the compounds front gates came into view. Blane stopped in his tracks. The gates were normally deserted, but today, an enormous hulking figure in dark red and golden armour and a horned helmet, stood guard out the front of the gates. Over the figures huge shoulder was a greatsword which glowed red. The size of the figure made it almost certain it was of orc lineage, either full or part. Beside the gates was a towering wooden spike sticking out of the ground, near the top there were five impaled heads, one below the other. The spike itself was covered in drying blood.

"Is there a problem?" Miriam asked quietly.

Blane was silent for a moment.

"Oh shit....it cant be." He seemed to say to himself as he took a step forward and moved his head about to get better look. The hulking figure turned its head, noticed Blane and Miriam and turned towards them, standing silently and staring at them about 100 feet away.

"Fuck." cussed Blane as Miriam stared at him.

"What?, say something. Is that man going to be a problem for us?"

"Thats...not a man."

"Orc?"

"Ummm, no. She's actually half ogre. Fuck, why me.." Replied Blane, his tone clearly stressed.

"That ox is female?" Miriam asked in amazement as she studied the figure.

Blane nodded slowly as the figure, still staring at them, suddenly waved them to approach. Blane sighed.

"Well, too late now, she's seen us, its over." said Blane matter of factly, as though the mission was over.

"What, over?. But we've come all this way! Who is she Blane?" Blane spoke in surly tone, his eyes still on the figure.

"She, is Grazelda Kutt. Probably one of, if not, the toughest sellsword in the whole of Karameikos. Freakishly strong thanks to her ogre blood, tough as old boots, and to top it off, she can use a greatsword like she was born with one in her hand. It's over."

Miriam looked at Blane then the figure.

"You know her?"

"You could...say that." Replied Blane cryptically. Miriam snorted at that.

"Over my ass!" She stormed off toward the figure. Blane watched her storm off.

"Great, this just gets better." He scowled, hurrying after her.

Miriam stood in front of Kutt looking up at her helmet like the halfogre was a tower.

"We have business in there, step aside." Demanded Miriam.

"Password?" Asked a deep rumbling voice that sounded like a female dragon.

Blane caught up and stood quietly behind Miriam, with his armour and helmet on, Kutt still may not recognise him he hoped.

"I dont know the password."

The halfogre pointed up to the heads on the spike beside the gate.

"They, also didn't know the password. Be gone insect."

"Look, these people are selling poison, we need to stop them." The halfogre watched Miriam prattle on silently.

"Let us through dammit!"

"Be gone, or die." Replied the halfogre finally.

"Let us through or you'll be sorry, this is Blane!" Miriam smarted, pointing over her shoulder.

"....Ahhh shit" sighed Blane.

The halfogre focused on Blane over Miriams shoulder, was silent for a moment then spoke.

"Blane?" After hesitating, Blane replied.

"Hello Grazelda!" He finally responded defeatedly. Grazelda grabbed one of the horns on her huge helmet with her free hand and pulled it off.

Miriam took a step back fearfully at the sight she beheld. Grazeldas head was the size of a large watermelon and her dark dusty grey skin was stretched over her cheeckbones and corded tendons around her jaw. Large sharp canine teeth protruded upward from her mouth, which was filled with pointy blackened teeth. Her neck was a squat, solid trunk of cord and muscle which matched her head in girth. She had one large pointy ear that was embelished with gold rings pierced in line to midway up its lengh. Her other ear was gone, replaced by a small stub of scarred flesh and a huge streak of a scar that ran accross the side of her face. Long black stringy strands of thinned hair hung off her balding head and her large rounded grey eyes were bloodshot and sunken.

Her puffed blubbery lips were oddly red and her eyelids also had an odd shade of blue.

"Blane, what you doing here?, contract?" She asked, a slight drool leaking out of the side of her mouth.

Blane pulled off his helmet and gave Grazelda a wide broken toothed grin.

"Yeah, your clients are some bad folk, you should rescind your contract and let us through. We got business with them. They are pushing into Threshold and I cant let that slide."

Grazelda snorted a short laugh then sucked her drools back in.

"You rescind YOUR contract little man, go back to your backwater while you still breathe." Blane glared at her, he suddenly noticed Grazeldas lips were redder then normal, and there was some bluish shadow under her heavy brow on her eyelids.

"Are you...are you wearing, makeup?" Asked Blane, noticably stunned by the realisation. Grazelda stared at Blane suspiciously and then her expression softened. She ran her hand down the side of her hairy face.

"I had my face tattooed for pretty, do you like it?"

Blane raised an eyebrow and gulped.

"Err..its different, to say the least." Grazelda smiled at him.

"We should mate, we would spawn mighty offspring!"

"WHAT!? umm. NO! Never!"

Grazelda snorted.

"Hmmpf, suit yourself, you would probably die anyway. Now, be gone, both of you!" Grazelda plonked her helmet back on. Blane sighed and put his helmet on. Grazelda watched him curiously as he looked at Miriam, shook his head, then looked back at Grazelda.

"Listen Grazelda, we are going through, one way or another." Blane took a step back and assumed a fighting stance. Grazelda snorted a chuckle. "Are you gonna let us through or not?" Blane asked in a hardened tone as Miriam backed away.

"You wants your head up on that spike too do you? your choice little man." Grazelda gripped her greatsword, she lifted it off her shoulder, holding it at the ready.

"Last chance Grazelda?"

"Enough talk!" Grazelda lunged.

The two clashed weapons as Blanes greataxe blocked Grazeldas greatsword with a flash of sparks and a resounding clang that sounded like a smith hammering on an anvil. The two battled hard and fast, fending and striking, striking and fending. So skilled and quick were they that they made the combat resemble a dance as they moved about the street locked in battle. Blane lunged at Grazelda who swung her greatsword at him with the momentum of an avalanche. Sparks flew and metal squealed defeaningly as they worked each others defences, looking for the kill. Heads began to appear in the windows of the surrounding rundown houses and some spectators appeared from nowhere, standing in the street watching the epic contest. The two fought with frightening ferocity. One of Grazeldas swings whistled over Blanes head as he ducked it. It chopped a nearby tree in half as Grazelda bellowed and swung again.

Blane swung and his axe cut deep into Grazeldas side and blood began spurting from beneath the armour. She cried out in pain and then bellowed a blood curdling howl of rage which could be heard from the tallest spire in Mirros.

She lunged at Blane, who was also bleeding from beneath his chest plate. Her blows came thick and fast, with the power of ten men behind them as she raged. Blane fended one blow that forced him back, dodged another then drove his axe once again into Grazeldas side, trying to work her injury. She seemed unphased despite the spray of blood and damage it did, descending into a berzerker rage. Blane tumbled out of the way as a massive blow whistled narrowly past, then just as quickly, another, then another.

Blane lunged, swinging his axe wildly for Grazeldas head in an attempt to chop it off. As the axe came round, Grazeldas monstrous hand reached out and caught the weapon midflight by the shaft just below the axe head. It stopped dead and she pulled at it, taking a step back. Blane pulled back at it, avoiding a disarm as Grazelda bellowed in rage and leveled her greatsword one handed. With all her might she thrust it into Blanes chest whilst pulling him in simultaneously.

"NOOOO!" Screamed Miriam as the red glowing blade exploded out of the centre of Blanes back. Blane froze, looking down at what had just happened. Grazelda released his axe, gripped her greatsword with two hands, then thrusted again with a grunt. This time her sword sank into Blanes chest up to the hilt. Blane grabbed the swords hilt with his left hand, his right hand clutching his axe which now hung by his side. Blood began to pour from the wound and from under Blanes helmet as Grazelda growling, lifted Blane off the ground on the end of her sword. Blanes body shivered and spasmed for some moments before his limbs and head gradually fell limp, his axe dropped from his hand and clattered to the ground as he died.

Grazelda snarled at him, raging angrily. She lowered him down and yanked her sword out, then watched as Blanes body fell limply onto the ground, blood pooling around it.

Cheers and clapping echoed from distant crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle.

Grazelda looked at them, then she looked down at Blane. Miriam rushed forward and Grazeldas head snapped toward her and she pointed her sword at the woman.

Miriam raised her hands, pointing at Blane. Grazelda slowly lowered her sword and allowed Miriam to approach as she looked at the crowd who was still cheering. Miriam removed Blanes helmet. Blood had oozed from his mouth and his skin was pale.

Grazelda looked down at Blane and a memory came to her as her rage slowly receded and her hot pumping blood began to slow.

He was a bit younger then, when they had first met. It was supposed to have been a simple job, there were 10 of them commissioned to guard a caravan carrying rich and powerfull nobles. Then, without warning, the Black eagle army marched. Only her and Blane had survived when the Eagles came upon the caravan, they had done so by teaming up.

Caught behind enemy lines, constantly being hunted, they hid and fought for weeks before they managed to break through the front lines and escape. They owed each other their lives, but there was more then that, their bonding in that time had been forged deeply.

Grazelda looked at Blanes limp body, then back at her head spike. She sighed.

"Stupid little man." she motioned Miriam to get back, who complied under protest. Grazelda stood beside Blanes limp body, raised her sword with two hands and thrust it down. Miriam looked away as the blade came down hard. The tip of the sword buried itself deeply into the cobblestones near Blanes head, glowing a deep red. Grazelda removed her helmet and rested it on the hilt of the upward standing greatsword. She rummaged around inside her pack and pulled out a scroll. She unrolled it clumsily with her huge gauntleted hands and cleared her throat. With two hands holding it open, she looked at Blane, then back at the scroll and began reciting the magical words. The air around Blanes body seemed to thicken as a white light grew around him and suddenly flashed downward, dissapearing into his chest. Blane sat up suddenly, gasping and coughing blood as the scroll vanished out of Grazeldas hands.

Blane looked around clutching his chest, the huge gash in his chestplate was still there, as was the blood. Panting, he looked around, then up at Grazelda. He eyed her incredulously as his breathing began to normalise and feeling started returning to his body.

"Why?" He managed to rasp. Grazelda glared at him a moment, for a second Blane thought he saw the slightest indication of warmth in her eyes before her expression once again hardened.

"The world me thinks, would be too lonely without you in it." She snorted. She scooped up her helmet, promptly put it back on, then pulled her sword from the cobblestones. She turned, made back to the gates and resumed her guard.

"Go home little man, back to your backwater. I will convince my client to leave your town alone. You have my word."

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Post by Mrdamage on Dec 8, 2020 12:23:19 GMT 10

It was a clear still night in Threshold, Blane leaned on his balcony looking up at the moon thoughtfully whilst enjoying the cool air. He contemplated recent events, past aquaintences and the mystery of fate. He looked accross toward the stone walls barring the Wulfholde hills wondering what it would of been like when there were no walls and battlements to protect the town from creatures descending from up that way.

"Blano!" Blane looked down the moonlit street to the front of the Cassanite temple. In the middle of the road there was a group of people, carrying somebody into the Cassanite temple. With them was Reggie, his friend. It was rare he saw Reggie out of his militia armour. The young wirey fellow had short black hair and a simple expression straight out of the crop fields. He wore a dark commoners tunic and waved Blane over.

"Blano! Over here!" Blane eyed the man with a raised eyebrow for a moment before his curiosity got the better of him. He started down his stairs as Reggie nodded and dissapeared into the temple after the others. Bare footed and wearing only a pair of pants, Blane followed with a furrowed brow.

Once inside the temple, Blane blinked at the brightness before proceeding down to the infirmary.

A cassanite acolyte was tending the wounds of a brawny fellow that was unconscious.

"What happened? how was he knocked unconscious?" Asked the acolyte.

"He was attacked.." said one of the three others with Reggie.

"Looks like by thugs" said another as they watched the acolyte work on the mans cut and bruised face.

"This is terrible! Where are these thugs!" Inquired the acolyte as she dabbed the patients forehead with a moist cloth and cleared away some blood.

"They ran off, we didnt get a look at them." Said another. Blane pursed his lips in thought.

"Where did this happen?" He asked. Reggie looked at him as another spoke.

"Not sure, he wandered into the northern gates and collapsed."

"Wandered in? Sounds like he got whoever did this? We should go check for a body or something." Blane pointed out.

"Nothing out there, already checked" said the men. Blane eyed the situation a moment. He realised that the four of them were militia men. He noticed that they also had injuries, but in varying states of healing. He smelled something odd about it all but figured they could handle it whatever it was.

"Alright then, i'm going home" declared Blane, and at that he turned and left.

Halfway accross the main street, Reggie called out to him as he caught up with him.

"Blano, if you want to help, meet me at the north gate tomorrow night a little before midnigt." Blane nodded at Reggie knowingly with a grin.

"Help with what? Should I dress for the occasion?" Reggie shook his head as the others emerged from the temple.

"No no mate, you won't need armour or weapons, just be there." He said before shuffling off to join the others. Blane put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes.

"Whats going on Reggie?" He called after the militia man.

"Just be there!" Reggie called back from up the street before the group dissapeared into Darcies. Blane shook his head, looked up at the moon and went home.

It was a liitle before midnight the next night and Blane leaned up against the wall near the northern gates. He wore his woodmans outfit but little else. He wasnt going to show up but curiosity had gotten the better of him, he wanted to know what was going on.

A shadow emerged out of the night and greeted him. It was Reggie.

"You ready?"

Blane nodded. "What's this all about Reggie?"

"Later!" whispered Reggie as the two slipped out of the north gates. As they made their way past the graveyard, Blane could just make out figures moving about in the night up ahead.

"What the fucks going on Reggie?" Blane asked with mild alarm.

"Can you just shut the fuck up, relax and follow me"

As the two approached Grandma Emmas house, a militia man stepped out of the darkness.

"You two lost?"

"Its me." said Reggie. The militia man nodded and took a step back, waving them through. Blane furrowed his brow as Reggie led him onward towards Grandma Emmas barn. He noticed light emanating from inside the barn and people about. The two entered the barn and Blane looked around wide eyed. The barn was filled with folk, around fifty people. Some on the upper mezzanine, some sitting on rafters, others crowded around the hay littered floor forming a circle.

Blane knew what this was immediately, a fighting meet. He glared at Reggie, dissapointed.

"Really mate, you got me outta bed for this?" Blane turned to leave.

"Wait, wait, its not what you think." Blane glanced about.

"A fight meet?"

"Umm yes." Blane snorted and began to turn.

"But not like you think!" Added Reggie quickly. Blane stopped and looked at Reggie.

"Okay Reggie, explain it to me." He asked tiredly.

"This is a matter of honour. Not a fight for gold or betting." Blane looked puzzled as Reggie continued.

"See all of them?" Reggie pointed to the far side of the barn, "Look closely, they're all KAF!" Blane looked, and indeed he noticed KAF tattoos, KAF undergarments and shirts. They were all KAF, no doubt stationed at Tarns keep. He looked accross at the other side of the barn. He suddenly realised that everyone he recognised was Threshold militia. He guessed that it was a pretty good bet that the ones he didn't recognise were Militia too.

"Okay Reggie last time I checked, I wasn't KAF or Thresh militia. What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Shhhh! Your Thresh militia tonite okay?!" Said Reggie as he high fived and shook hands with others around them.

"..and why the fuck would you have a meet in Emmas barn? It stinks of cowshit"

"Neutral ground! And grandma Iris don't care what we do, long as we pay her some coin and keep away from her gin."

"Why Reggie? Just why?"

"Long story mate, but the story goes It started a few months back when a couple of the boys from either side got involved in a scuffle after a heavy night of drinking in Darcies. It got broken up premature so the four involved weren't satisfied. They decided to have it out in here, in neutral territory as it were, where they wouldn't be seen or get in trouble. There was the four of them and a handfull of spectators the first time and It just grew from there. Now, every Tuesday and Wednesday night, each side chooses a champ and they fight it out to see whos the best. Champ carries over."

"So, im guessing that guy last night was your champ?"

"Yep, and tonite..its you! Congratulations!"

Blane glared at Reggie. "Fuck off."

Suddenly a voice boomed out from the rafters. It was one of the KAF soldiers.

"Does anyone in your pissant excuse for a town have the guts to face us tonite? Or are you all just a bunch boot licking dung beetles, still sucking your mothers teets and shitting yer diapers?" A roar of laughter errupted from the KAF side. Reggie stared at Blane with a raised brow as Blane eyed the KAF side, unimpressed.

"Which one of you stinking dreamer puss bombs wants to get your baby ass smacked tonight?"

Blane eyed Reggie with a fed up expression as the KAF side roared and jeered, rubbing it in.

"...Well boys, looks like grandma Iris' got half a barn of chickens tonight. not militia men, militia chickens! Bark buk buk buk!" More laughter and jeering thundered from the KAF side.

"...Well you can't blame them, none of 'em ever seen any real combat without pissin' in their armour. Thats why its that orange color, from all the piss soaking at the sight of any trouble!" More roaring laughter. Reggie looked at Blane pleadingly.

"...Last chance you pack of worthless pissant shiteating, rat jacking, thickheaded, dumbfuck sorry excuses for a..."

"Challenger!" Yelled Blane raising his hand. He eyed Reggie with a sunken brow as Reggie grinned.

"Look fellas, one of the babies needs his ass smacked. Come on up and meet Blackball!"

Blane cracked his knuckles as he moved into the centre of the fighting pit. From the other side, a large dark skinned bald fellow emerged, wearing only pants. He glared vindictively at Blane.

"What should we put on your gravestone farm boy?" The man demanded of Blane.

"Chopper!" Yelled out Reggie. A new fervent energy grew in the barn as Blane felt slaps and pats from behind.

"Any last words farm boy Chopper?"

"He looks more like a pork chop then a chopper!" Someone yelled to raucous laughter.

Blane pointed at Blackball. "Just him?" Then cracked his knuckles. More laughter.

"Any words Blackball?" Blackball just grunted. Laughter.

"Remember boys, try not to kill each other, its just a duel. Lets fight!" Someone struck a bell and the spectators from both sides began cheering.

The two combatants circled each other with their fists up. Blane examined Blackball. He was a head taller then him and much more stout, but his movement appeared amateurish. Blane clenched his jaw and decided to move in. As he did, Blackball threw a haymaker punch which Blane easily ducked under. Then came Blanes fists. Two powerfull body blows as Blackball swung again. As Blackball leaned forward from the body blows, Blane attacked his face. Blood sprayed and teeth flew as Blane threw a hug uppercut that knocked Blackball backward and down onto his butt. Hands from the crowd quickly lifted him up and pushed him forward back into the fight. Blane kicked him in the gut as he approached groggily. As he lurched forward, a powerfull right cross punch contacted the side of his face knocking him down into the hay. It was over, almost as quickly as it had begun.

The Threshold militia side errupted in cheers as cursing and denial came from the KAF side.

"CHEATERS!" Yelled someone from the KAF side.

"Thats Blane the bounty hunter, he's no militia man!" Blane looked around.

"GET THEM!!!"

Without warning, the two groups swarmed into each other and the whole thing descended into a massive all in brawl. Yelling and fighting intensified as militia men were thrown through the air, barrels were broken over KAF heads and cows mooed and bucked, frightened by the raucous. A KAF soldier flew out a barn window as a cow broke through the barn wall and bolted, mooing loudly.

Inside the nearby house, grandma Iris rocked gently in her rocking chair beside a fireplace knitting a sweater. A terrified bloody face flew past her window as yelling and the sound of wood breaking echoed in from the dark outside.

A smile drifted accross her face at the noise as she hiccuped and her rocking chair gently creaked.

"Oh those silly boys!"

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Post by Mrdamage on Apr 16, 2021 13:43:30 GMT 10

The militia man stood guard outside the Thresheld chambers on the mainstreet corner as he usually did. He looked up at the residence which sat accross the side road off a balcony with a black wrought iron handrailing. There had been no activity there now for a few weeks.
Another militia man whilst walking past on patrol with a crossbow in his hands, spotted the other militia man looking up at the residence. He stopped and watched a moment before finally asking.
"Hey Reggie, trouble?"
Reggie was silent a moment as he stared at Blanes door. Finally he spoke.
"Ah, I dunno. Something don't feel right. Blane hasn't been in for a few weeks now."
The other Militia man looked up at Blanes Door. He was silent for a moment before replying.
"If anyone can take care of themselves, it's him. I wouldn't be jumping to any conclusions just yet."
Reggie Nodded.
"Yeah, guess your right." He said, sounding slightly unconvinced.

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Post by Mrdamage on Apr 17, 2021 0:32:24 GMT 10

...5 weeks earlier

Blane exited his front door in his usual comfy woodsmans outfit with a spring in his step. He was clean, shaven and smelt good, which was a rare occurance for the individual. The sun had set not long earlier and the evening was cool and calm. It was shaping up to be a good saturday night at the tavern he thought as he made his way there. He had scored well that day so the celebrations were about to begin at Darcies diner. As Blane crossed the main street and headed into Darcies, a figure cloaked in a dark blue gold lined robe and hood stepped out of the shadows and watched him.
Once Blane entered Darcies, the figure followed, crossing the main street and then also entering Darcies, a slight limp evident. Blane was at the bar buying rounds and carrying on with the locals, as was his custom when he finally completed a particularly lucrative contract or venture. Some of his cohorts were off duty militia men, others were on duty militia men, and of course some were townsfolk of all kinds and background. At the doorway, the bouncers blocked and glared at the cloaked and hooded individual that had entered. They did not speak but their glaring expressions and raised clubs which they beat into their palms illustrated their illease at the figures anonimity. After a moment, the figure snorted and pulled his hood halfway back, it still covered his head but now his face was exposed and the bouncers took a look, nodded and lost interest.
The figure was an aged man with a neat silvery beard and ornate jewellery. His garb, expression and all round appearance shouted a human wizard, but he carried no staff.
He spotted Blane and turned away slightly, then made his way furtively to an empty table in a dark corner. Whilst laughing and joking, Blane looked his way but seemed to look right through him before turning away and beginning a drinking game with his company.
The wizards expression was pensive and he ordered only a water from the barmaid making the rounds. A few hours passed as the wizard watched Blane buy all the tavern patrons a few rounds, dance with a few of the bar maids, and then finally say his goodbyes. He wandered out the back entrance of the diner and the Wizard abruptly stood and followed, pulling the hood back over his face.
He exited the diner through the rear entrance into the dark shadows of the lamp lit streets of Threshold. He almost spat his teeth out as a balled fist buried itself deeply into his belly winding him. He keeled over gasping for air as an elbow came down on his back collapsing him to the ground.
Blane jumped on top of him and pulled his arms behind his back, holding them both there with one hand, then used his other hand to pull the wizards hood back. He then forced the head back by pulling on wizards hair so he could get a good look at the face.
"Not so good with your spells when the winds knocked out of your guts, are ya?" The wizard tried to reply with a gasp as Blane continued. "Don't know how long you've been tailing me, but its been at least a day or so. Thats one.
I don't know where, but I recognise you from somewhere, and in my experience, thats usually a bad thing. Thats a big two! Two reasons for me to gut you right here. Start talkin or suffer the consequences." The wizard gasped unable to reply. The two lay still in resignation, waiting silently for the wizards body to recover and slowly start taking in breaths again. Blane glared at him with an asking expression. The wizard managed to speak with a laboured gasping voice finally that was barely audible.
"Is this any way to treat an old friend Brendon?" Blanes eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. He stared at the old man with a look of disbeleif.

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