[HQ Ignorance] Scene 69: The Wild Temple

[Dougie]

On the journey up through the huge, legend shrouded Dragon Pass, Karala took
it upon herself to nurse the wounded Durulz using her shamanic healing
skills.

Upon arrival at the fabled Wild Temple she went around  introducing herself
and talking to the various non-human peoples there (Beautiful, Inspire
Others, Inspire Love).

To the Telmori she gives news of the West and how their brethren there
managed to side-step the Curse and side with humanity against Evil. She
emphasises that the future of all those who would oppose evil lies in
helping each other. She shows Wilcairtha'a Axe as proof of her tale and a
sigh of her honour.

Ultimately, she reveals, that she has decided that the true key to defeating
the Curse of the Telmori lies in them facing their own Darkness and siding
with those who would save the world...

Karala would like to spend a night or two dancing naked amongst the
stones...

OOC: Hi guys - sorry I've been out of the flow for a while - lots of stuff
going down - should be better now...

Dougie

-:).



2008/7/30 Lev Lafayette <lev at mimesisrpg.com>

> Scene 69: The Wild Temple
>
> Nauticles was very pleased that the increasingly legendary Fellowship
> has decided - or so it seems to him - to aid the Satarites in the
> revival of their dead god, Orlanth. "You must quest to the Wild Temple
> in Beast Valley", he informed those gathered. "There you will meet the
> famous Lhankor Mhy sage Minaryth Purple of the Iron Ring who is seeking
> to bring the beastmen into the fold of rebellion against the Lunar
> oppressors."
>
> As the Fellowship prepares to depart, Nauticles hands Eurynome a golden
> braclet with cruel teeth along its edges. "Take this to Minaryth. I
> borrowed it from him many years ago, and by returning it he will know
> that I have sent you and your new friends." Eurynome found the braclet
> unpleasant to touch and the teeth almost seemed to bite into her skin
> when she handled it. It bore the runes of chaos and hunger, symbols of
> Krasht, the devouring goddess. Yet the golden metal is sacred to the sky
> pantheon of Yelm, the Sun God and it also bore runes of Storm and of
> Fire. The meaning of this strange object was beyond Eurynome and
> Nauticles avoided all questions of its significance.
>
> As the Fellowship prepared to head northwards, Kalen acted as a
> go-between for the Fellowship and the Dwarven engineer who operated the
> King's vessel and sought askance from the royal leader where he wanted
> to rendez-vous with their boat. "The elementals may be worn out if the
> wind does not blow again. Whilst the boat can make do with sail if this
> doldrum extends eastwards only as far as it did westwards, the engineer
> believes he can continue - albeit at a slower pace."
>
> Once preparations were made, the party set out on their journey,
> travelling northwards along the Lysos River, passing through the many
> populated villages that make up Esrolia. It would be a journey of of
> some seventy-five leagues, hugging the west and south ridges of Shadow
> Plateau, the home of the terrible Vampire Delecti, before reaching the
> fabled Beastlands.
>
> The air was crisp, cool and still and even breathing was strangely
> difficult. Rain fell from the sky in a constant drizzle  which became a
> dreary and cold downpour of sleet as the party turned north-east along
> the river. "And this is supposed to be spring!", remarked Icthya, and
> the journey became an march through near-frozen mud. Then the frozen mud
> turned to snow.
>
> Still heading northwards through the snow-storm, the party encountered a
> most grisly find - a mound of corpses half-eaten by wolves or worse.
> Closer investigation revealed that the bodies were not, however human,
> but rather of that most peculiar race of Orlanthi, the sapient and
> humanoid duck. Among the many bodies there was one survivor, delerious,
> frost-bitten and perhaps somewhat insane if the tangental conversations
> were to be of any account. "The temple... we sought refuge at the
> temple.. The old god is dead, the cold.. The cold has taken all my
> fellows... and the beastmen.. the wolfmen.. They set upon us. We could
> not resist and we fell... Food for the carnivore.."
>
> Taking pity on the poor creature the Fellowship wrapped him in a blanket
> and recovered a jug of brandy which he grasped greedily for. After
> consuming far more than what his small size could possibly indicate, the
> drulz fell into a deep sleep, and required being propped on Blackmane,
> Azhur's faithful steed.
>
> Eventually the party made their way into Beastland proper. Here there
> were villages and hamlets of the various human-beast crossbreeds, which
> Icthya and Karala felt comfortable with, reminding them of both their
> homes and even more so the Castle Coast region of Seshnela. A community
> of centaurs, of satyrs, some Telmori and others even more strange
> treated the party cautiously when announcements were made and did not
> hinder their progress.
>
> Finally, weeks after setting out, the Fellowship made it to the great
> standing stones of the Wild Temple which were emblazoned with the runes
> of Beast, Man and Spirit among many others. In the middle of the circle,
> illuminated by many campfires, stood a man with a dark goatee and wild
> coat. He carried a two feathered staff, and the runes of Truth and Law
> were emblazoned upon his face. He was appealing to the assembled
> beastman of many varieties, clearly leaders of their kind. He called for
> them to join a rebellion against the Lunar Empire, to end the bitter
> winter so that Orlanth may breath freely again.
>
> But his message was not being well received. "Our magic works, and yours
> does not", claimed a centaur. "Why should we put faith in a dead God?".
> "Your people hunted us because of the mark of chaos that we have no
> control over", howled a Telmori. "The Lunar's have treated us with
> sympathy and offered us a peace that your kind never did." "The cold may
> be great, but we still have food and warmth from fire", said a Morocanth
> trader as his fur was groomed by a gern. "We survive and humans must
> come to us for trade. Tell us why this is a bad thing."
>
> It was in this wild babble that the Fellowship arrived.
>
>
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