[HQ Ignorance] Re : Re : Scene 70: The Revelation of Sunstorm

Sun Aug 31 17:53:50 UTC 2008

At first, Azhur thought about jumping again in the debate, but his argumentative defeat was absolutely obvious and a wiser reminiscence came to his mind… It was during his first year among the knightly Sparrow Hawk Order. Newly knighted, he was feeling that his own order was underestimated, deserving more praise from the authorities and the population for the job done, especially compared to the widely appreciated and glorious Sparrow Order. Finally, he decided to complain about this situation to his superiors.
“You can’t have one thing and his contrary, answered the older knights, our order was created by knights from the Sparrow Order, dissatisfied by its size, visibility and inability to move as fast and swift as it should have done. Our Order works behind the scene, hidden in the wilds and only a few loves us because only a few knows us, but be sure that the ones who knows us, understand clearly that our work is precious and our missions critical… The price for this freedom of movement is humility and even if you come from a famous noble House, you’d better keep this in mind, you’ll be stronger in some confrontations.”

It was probably time for one of these confrontations, so Azhur remained quiet and silence for a moment. With the acceptance of his situation, slowly he began to realize that the barbarian sage was right: a banner needed wind to be seen in its full glory. From this idea came another one, he had always wondered where from the banner was taking its own power, could it be possible that it was from the wind itself? Then could the barbarian followers of Talor have brought wind for the banner? It had been woven at Arkhome and admitted being linked to trolls and Arkat, but then why a guardian shaped in a banner? This sounded unusual for Darkness and more suited for Air worshippers. This was done during strange times where terrible threats provoked unexpected alliances… in fact, just like now.

[OOC] What is the language used between us and Minaryth ? or is SwordSinger making the translation?

Considering Minaryth’s answer, Azhur turned to SwordSinger:
- “Trusted friend, you’re from the Dragon Pass, so do you think he is right? Could it be too difficult to join an open road to the North? Becoming the enemy of a mighty empire which extends between us and our targets isn’t a trivial decision.”

Then he turned to the rest of the Fellowship:
- “Dear companions, what’s your feeling? Should we try alone or do we align ourselves on Minaryth’s position?”

Finally he looked at the Banner and asked the guardian:
- “Could you advise us and explain us what is your link with the Wind?”

[OOC] Decipher Red Banner’s changing inscriptions 14

Loran

----- Message d'origine ----
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Objet : Re: [HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 70: The Revelation of Sunstorm

Azhur's roll to convince Minaryth
[lev at rat CurrentActivity]$ ./rolldice.pl d20
10

Minaryth's resistance
[lev at rat CurrentActivity]$ ./rolldice.pl d20
18

Azhur's attempt to look impressive
[lev at rat CurrentActivity]$ ./rolldice.pl d20
20

Resistance
[lev at rat CurrentActivity]$ ./rolldice.pl d20
8

Whoops :)

Anzhur makes his speech imploring the sage to be attentive to his
concerns. But with the wind god entrapped, his words are brittle and
they do not carry. Raising his raspy voice to be heard, Azhur sounds
more desperate than regal. When he unfurls the red banner of valour with
great flourish, the lack of wind causes it it hang limply. The King
stands with all the attempts to be impressive, but instead looks like
impotent against the still coldness that surrounds.

Miranyth smiles wryly, but with some sympathy.

"You speak with the wisdom suited for a King. Perhaps this world of
diplomacy will suit you well. But your skills at geography and weather
is not sound! Have a look around you", Miranyth waves his hand to the
snow. "How many leagues per day do you think you can travel in this?
One? Two?"

He whispers. "It will take you years to get to the Blue Moon Plateau at
that rate. How much time do you have? And your healer cannot cast magic,
can she? She too is affected by this curse. How long will the Dragonewt
last? The Elf? How far will you go before Trolls attack you? Brigands?
Chaos? Yes, you'll defeat some of them, but they will defeat you
eventually. You will die, a long way from home, in the frozen
wastelands."

Raising his voice again, Miranyth exclaims, "If the Storm God is
liberated, I swear an oath that I shall do all I can as a member of the
Iron Ring to divine a wind that will blow you eastwards at the greatest
pace possible. Then you will be able to travel through to Teshnos,
Kralorelea, Ignorance and then into the land of the Lunars."

"And be assured young King, if you and your companions make good with
this the Kingdom of Sartar will be your ally to strike when the time is
right.."

Whoops. 

On Mon, 2008-08-25 at 19:03 +0000, Loran wrote:
> - “You seem well informed bearded one! Azhur stated, but personal tastes aren’t here the question. From a pure western point of view, pagan civilizations warring and destroying themselves should rather be a good news… however I give you the benefit of your speech… as... own experience also learned me that followers of the Red Moon, if at first useful, could turn on the long run into ambitious deceivers…”
> 
> [OOC] subtly trying to convince the beastmen to join the orlanthi ("Lunar deceptive ways are reputed even in the West")
> 
> The western nobleman paused, looking sad and sorry, but he observed the barbarian hero with determination when he continued:
> - “Our problem is somewhere else and perhaps in your great wisdom you could indicate us a better solution than the one imagined so far. We are dedicated to save Fronela from the furious cancer of the Kingdom of War, a far more evident threat than the Lunar Empire for the peoples of our lands, malkioni, hunshen or orlanthi alike. We are questing for the lost weapons of Talor the Laughing Warrior and if we follow your advice and do not travel through the moon empire, how will we reach the Blue Moon Plateau, the Far-East and then our countries? How will we succeed to achieve our quest? And even more… if we give some of our precious time to fight on the side of your Iron Ring, the defeated league of broken champions of a dying pagan god, how will this time loss helps our cause in return? Will the divine cart driver of you windy but blown god miraculously bring us to our destinations? Will your already vainquished champions fight for us in return?
 Against
>  the far away but always more near Kingdom of War? You have to be generous, Purple Minaryth, because our time is priceless as it is paid with a blood poured by innocents! Simple or noble, men, women, and children alike!”
> 
> [OOC] Convincing Minaryth that there are other important causes worth dying for:
> - Convince other 15
> - Witnessed and Endured the Atrocities of the Kingdom of War 13/+1
> - Touched by Death 13/+1
> - Questing 17/+2
> - Loyal 17/+2
> 
> 
> In try to look impressive, Azhur raised on his feet passionately:
> - “I’m Azhur, third son of lord Daymare of the kingdom of Loskalm, bearer of the Old Banner of the Red Valor that preceded Arkat and Talor before their battles in Ralios but I’m also the New Elected King of the reformed Kingdom of Seshnela, so I’m entitled to build alliances and define treaties with whatever nations could help us in these dire times… but you’re now asking me my most precious wealth: time! So what’s your proposal? And before speaking, choose your words well, because I will ask the same question to the lunars if your answer doesn’t help us…”
> 
> [OOC] Putting status into the balance
> - Famous House Daymare 13/+1
> - Elected King of Seshnela 14/+1
> - Red Banner : Truce and Negociation Defense power 14/+1
> - Intrepid 19 /+2
> - Combative 17/+2
> 
> Loran
> 
> 
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> De : Lev Lafayette <lev at mimesisrpg.com>
> À : HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
> Envoyé le : Lundi, 25 Août 2008, 14h23mn 28s
> Objet : [HQ Ignorance] Scene 70: The Revelation of Sunstorm
> 
> 
> 
> Pucewattle grimaces a bit at Kalen's politically incorrect reference to
> him as a 'Duck'. "A duck", he says puffing up his feathers in a most
> dignified manner, "is a bird without intelligence. Despite a passing
> semblance, I am as sapient as you are. Perhaps even more so". However
> his mood does soften, for it is not the first time the durulz have been
> referred to as such, and when one is in the merchant's business it is
> wise to develop a thick coating of down. "The snail, as you suggest, is
> most excellent eating. Although I had not considered the possibility of
> selling a snail dish to the Mostal. It would have to be highly processed
> of course, to suit your, ahh, *cough* highly acquired tastes. Although I
> can see how the packaging could appeal to your people. Once all this
> blasted business concerning old Windy is over, perhaps we could come to
> an agreement". This is a twinkle in the old duck's eye, the look of a
> hunter. Could he be the first duck to establish profitable trade with
> the Dwarves?
> 
> OOC: I really need to find another player for Pucewattle, don't I? :)
> 
> Sadly for Kalen, Pucewattle has never heard of Lei Tabor. But the
> Lhankor Mhy sage, Minaryth certainly has, as it comes with his
> profession. "Lei Tabor is a Orlanthi city in the far eastern Wastelands,
> just before - or even within - the Eastern lands. I do not know exactly
> where, but the people are brave and wise, a mixed breed. The bravery
> they have from the Storm Bull nomads, who for years fought and warned
> all against the chaos that always creeps and grows. The wisdom they have
> from the East, savvy in trade, conservative in their mores and
> structured in their ways. And you say a Western wizard ended up there?
> Who had a rubble runner to suckle on his teat? Such strangeness would
> not be loved in those city, I am sure."
> 
> With Eurynome handing the bracelet, Miranyth nods. "He is very wise,
> your master Nauticles. Not much else would have assured me more of whom
> you come from and what message I am to give you. You know these Runes of
> course, every child has them drummed into their skull, no matter what
> the resistance. Chaos and Hunger, the symbols of Krasht, the devouring
> goddess. Fire and Storm, well, those two don't usually go together do
> they? The metal is gold, and there's the Sun and Storm runes. The sun
> and the storm have always been in some conflict. Yelm, the Sun God rules
> from on high, and the independent storm rebels from below; a more
> friendly competition. So what would these runes be doing alongside
> Chaos, and what do they mean?" 
> 
> Before Eurynome can ever propose an answer, the ever-alert (and always
> presumptuous) Godlearner Rikku gave his. "Sunstorm", he announced with
> certainty. The Fire rune and the Storm rune means Sunstorm. But..", he
> voice trailed off, "I do not know what the Chaos and Hunger Runes
> represent here."
> 
> Mirynath glared ever-so slightly at the Godlearner. "This listen
> carefully, man of the Old Empire. The Lunars, like your people, like to
> 'mix things up' the Runes, the very foundations of our universe, for
> their own advantage. Oh yes, they like just a little bit of Chaos as
> well. Well, what happens when you combine the fires of the sun with the
> movement of the winds? Yes, you create a firestorm - and in this case a
> very, very big one. And we know that fire likes to eat". He turned to
> the Elf, who had suddenly found herself paying some attention to this
> strangely wise human. "And what do you suppose fire likes to eat most of
> all?"
> 
> Icthya bowed her head. "Wood", she muttered. "The children of Flamal,
> father of seeds, and Aldrya The Grower."
> 
> There was a moment's silence, and most ironically all could be heard was
> the crackle of wood on the fire at the Wild Temple, as if the plant
> spirit was sighing at its consumption. The calls of Karala's naked
> dancing with the Beast people seemed to exist in the background as most
> of the Fellowship concentrated on the discussion at hand. Interestingly,
> one of the characters who had joined Karala's by the fire was the
> Dragonewt, having remarked that he had never felt so cold and expressing
> complete indifference to Karala's bare body, had also taken the
> opportunity to warm his tail.
> 
> "I have a sorrowful story to tell you, Elf. Far to the north and east of
> where we are, the Lunar Empire came into conflict with some proud and
> violent horse nomads called the Char-Un in the lands west of the White
> Sea. They worshipped the Sun, like the followers of Yelm, but in a more,
> ah, 'stormy' manner. But the Moon Goddesses proved more potent, and so
> they changed their faith to accord to their vassal status. As a reward
> the Lunars joined with many of their priests to create a new land where
> the Char-Un could live. The ritual took many years to complete. But when
> they did complete it, great balls of fire fell from the sky upon one of
> the greatest forest of Glorantha". Again Mirynath paused.
> 
> "Thousands of your people died. Those that did not were put to the
> lance, as the Char-Un sought plains and steppes rather than wooded
> glades. Now the lands stretch for many leagues without any forest to
> break the landscape."
> 
> "I tell you there is no friendship to found among the Lunar Empire. They
> will do whatever is expedient in their quest to rule all. Yes, there are
> individuals who are of good heart, but they are not those in power. The
> Empire will grow. It will support some where it is useful and then
> destroy them if they resist. It is tainted by Chaos and must inevitably
> result in the entire world being destroyed as a result."
> 
> "King Anzhur, I know you want to travel north and into the Lunar
> Heartland. I advise against this approach, for the journey will be long,
> hard and I fear will corrupt you and your fellows. Even if the Beastmen
> here have proven unable to forsee their future (although we have not
> always treated them well in the past, I admit), the liberation of our
> entrapped God will bring a new breath to the fabled lands of Dragon Pass
> and open the way along the waters to the Eastern lands. Go not into a
> land tainted by Chaos, I implore thee. Come to Auroch Hills and meet the
> Iron Ring; join us in our struggle for liberation. Beware the temptation
> of Chaos."
> 
> At that moment, with a sense of most excellent timing, a semi-clad
> Karala returns. "Good news!", she exclaims, "the Telmori Werewolves have
> decided to join the rebellion!".
> 
> 
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