Norundra

Everlund Hunt

Zog, Dolgrin, Muzilius, and Clay awaken in Caer Dunnar, ready to take the fight to the Everlunds.

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Apoc's Quest for Cannibalism
Apoc leads a group north to seek the Cannibal Halflings

Day 18 - Day 23, moon 4

Apoc sets out with Shaguay, Benedetto, Imsh and Ohnagi north to find the cannibal halfings….

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Finding the Road

Moon 4 Day 19 – 22

Myru, Cedeore, Gwen, Thakko, and Rivyre sent out to go to the tower in the C'estari lands by going down the road carved by giants

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The Tree and Caer Dunnar

The entire party approaches Caer Dunnar, to reunite with Clay, Arturia, Dolgrin, and Zog, who rode ahead to the town.

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Scouting out the Giants - Part 1

This place. The elves. The tree. The Kampestries. All familiar hallmarks of a home left behind yet alien at the same time. All of these people are warriors. Even the younglings train for battle. Willing to give up their lives to defend this place. This tree. These are noble people. This is a place worth defending. A people worth saving.

These are the thoughts that drift through Thakko's mind while he stands his usual vigil by his mistress as she studies ancient texts and converses with various wood elves in search of knowledge. 

A group of the younglings run past Thakko and Rivyre. One almost colliding with him as they were engaged in a game that Thakko can only sum up as "Chase the Troll." Their childish laughter and glee shadowed with the tales of the ice trolls that roam the outer borders of this "city". They stop not far away from them and draw short swords made of bone and wood. "I'm gonna eat you!" "No, you're not! I'm Haderai, master of the blade!. I'll kill you foul troll!" the children exclaim back and forth at one another before engaging in melee combat.

While there is still the joyous laughter of children playing, Thakko can see that they are really sparring. One of the children land a blow on the "troll" and draws blood. None of them stop but keep fighting. The "troll" winces but for a moment and continues deflecting their assaults… biding time for their own attack. Thakko continues watching for a moment until he interrupts their playing by issuing a sharp "Halt" which even startles Rivyre. The children, unsure of what is about to happen as the metal being steps forth and peers at them with his glowing red eyes, abide by the command. They stand there stunned for a moment as he strides up to them. One of the children lets their blade dip down from a ready position to let it rest in the dirt.

"First, never let your guard down. Keep that blade up. Always be ready for attack." Thakko points as the child quickly corrects themselves and pulls the blade up to their chest. "You're over extending on your attack. When you lunge, you expose your left side. Your opponent can side step and your whole back is open to them. Try it again. This time take only half of a step being mindful of your left." The children are still shocked as the words wash over them. "Again, snap snap." Thakko barks at the children as they snap out of their daze. They take up their positions and attack the "troll". Being mindful of the advice given and practicing as coached. Rivyre lets out a soft laugh as she recalls all of the times that she has heard the words "Again, snap snap." during her training.

This is a place worth defending. A people worth saving. That thought echos in Thakko's mind as he watches the children practicing. 

"Mistress, I feel that some reconnoiter is appropriate. We should go see what forces the giants have amassed in the north west. You seem safe under the canopy of this tree and with these people. I can go with some of our compatriots to scout it out. Maybe we can find some cold iron to aid our fight against the trolls you spoke of." Thakko says with his back to her, arms crossed behind him as he observes the children. "Indeed, I will be safe here." she replies trying to contain herself slightly that she would have some time alone without her ever vigilant guard and butler. "Very well then. I'm sure I overheard Myru and Cedeore talking about doing the same thing. I'll depart with them on the morrow."

 

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Fellowship of the Bear - Onward!
Moon 4, Day 10 - Day 12

Brin, Clay, Dolgrin, Zog, Arturia, and Bodolf continue on through the forest to fight the Ice King.

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Fellowship of the Bear - Journey continues
Moon 4 Day 7 - Day 10

Bodolf joins Clay, Dolgrin, Muzilius, Rael and Zog to lead the group through the forest on the way to fight the Ice King.

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From Stone's Throw to Iltheriand

As we leave the Ramparts and head west, I glance back to the east… towards the barely visible trees of the Emradi forest.  I'd told the Eladrin that we'd be helping with the orcs… and yet, I head west.  A Starfeon does not go back on her word… I had to hope I'd be back to address that threat.  I turn my head resolutely to the west… to another forest that needs to be saved.

The barrens, as always, breaks my heart.  I miss the Feywilds fiercely, but this desolation is simply an arrow to the heart.  Luckily, on horseback, my time here will pass quickly.  Thakko is silent, as always.  Ever alert, ever vigilant, his eyes scanning for trouble.  Erevan, too, always focused ahead, always intent on moving forward.  I pat Opal's neck fondly… at least she's good for a smile. I've never owned a more affectionate, more mischievous steed. Looks like it's up to Wren and I to amuse ourselves on this journey.  

After a few days of truly rotten travel, we hear hoofbeats behind us.  Erevan's eagle eyes recognize Myru, so we relax. Words cannot express how happy I am to see those who have come to answer the elves' plea…. Kindle and Nook, Athao, Mump, Myru and Cedeore, even little Gwen.  … and is that, a gnome? He is introduced as Bolivar, though I don't catch his reason for coming with us. The journey west is much more convivial now, though Erevan keeps us moving swiftly.

The journey is peaceful, until Moon 4, day 6.  

That night we meet our foe for the first time.  As we prepared to swap watch, we heard the unmistakable sound of clumsy giants in the forest.  Thakko readies to meet the onslaught, while Nook, Kindle and Athao hide. There's only so much room behind that tree, and Nook claimed the rock, so I duck behind the tents to see what's coming.

Two giants burst out of the forest and head strait for Thakko. With a flurry of ranged attacks we bring one to it's knees but still it fights, while four half-ogre and four orcs swarm around the giants and head towards us. Thakko gets the attention of some, but for us it's dodge and shoot, dodge and shoot.  We whittle the numbers some, but the battle is still fierce.  Thakko takes a mighty blow, I see him stagger from the ferocity of it… and I'm infuriated. No conscious though moves me as I aim for the giant's head, the power just flows through me and… his head explodes.  There's no time for wonder as the second giant takes Thakko down and heads strait into our camp!

There's an orc chasing me, but I have to get to Thakko. Kindle gets to him first, and get a potion into him. I have but a moment of relief, as he stands and immediately engages the half-ogre next to Kindle, and down he goes again.  I cast invisibility and dart to his side.  I know Thakko has my potion in his pack, but he's laying on it and I don't want to draw attention to him. But Kindle is still right there, so I pluck one from his pack and get it into Thakko. I'm a little fuzzy on how the second giant went down, but he landed on our tents. The rest of the rabble is disposed of quickly.  While I meditate for a short while, and Kindle and Nook resume their rest, Thakko hacks up the giant so we can retrieve our somewhat.. icky… belongings.  

The next day we come to the river… it's wide and swift, and not all the horses are willing to cross it.  I'm not actually sure I'm willing to cross, as a middling swimmer at best, I'd be no match for the cold or the current.

It's late, our mounts are exhausted from the cold (and less than restful night), so we camp and consider our options.  Erevan sends word that we are near, and we turn it. 

At second watch, Thakko and I hear the gnolls. I hoped they were passing us by, but Thakko knew they'd catch our scent and we woke the others.  The attackers were many… 12 gnolls and 9 hyenas… but weak, and were easily dispatched.  

Erevan receives a word in the morning – there is a great battle to the north.  He asks if we are needed, and while we wait they start building a raft.  When the word returns that we are needed, we turn swiftly to the north.

The other group, with Mump, Cedeore, Myru, Gwen and Bolivar catch up.  They'd lagged a bit, exploring a bit of this or that along the way.  Mump grants us water walking and we meet the elves and discuss our plan of attack.  Haderai, of the two swords, and Kaylen, with her bow, seem friendly and willing to trust us. The third, I didn't quite catch his name.. he with the great sword and unfriendly sneer.. he clearly thought little of us.   

With foresight and planning, and a little luck, we held our section of the river, and when we heard the sounds of orcs and gnolls retreating from the north and the south, we returned to our camp and rested, while the elves decided what to do with us.

Knowing how little they trusted me, an Eladrin and once their ally, I turned my attention to the giant great sword we'd fished from the river.  Clearly, it was too large for any of us to weild. Clearly, we could not leave it for the giants to reclaim.  It also seems unwise to drag it through the forest… A moment's thought more, and I make the decision.  I would claim it as mine, which would ensure no evil hand would ever again touch this blade.

It will take an hour, but they're busy talking.  We need a breather after that battle anyway.  The green energies of the feywild reach out in tendrils, to explore the blade, infuse the blade, and wrap it with softly glowing green energy.  Then, in an instant, it shrinks to a single point and disappears with an all but inaudible pop.  I summon it back, in the form of my trusty bow, which I sense is just a little stronger.  Kaylen clearly doesn't know what to think of what she just saw, but I worry not. 

 

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What Thunk Saw

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The tale of Thunk’s arrival in the company of Stone’s Throw.  In which many good knights were slain by dark deeds, and was given perchance the means to deliver a gentle feline into safety.

 

On the meeting of kind strangers, and the setting forth to do justice for knights laid low by treachery.

Then when Thunk had removed to the hold of Mump, he called at the door and it was opened unto him and mercies granted by strangers therein.  And by the while when Thunk was amended, the strangers were made known to him and he marveled at their kindness.  

There was there the friar Apoc, whose eyes did leme with a holy light; whose words held thunder, and whose mind was turned to order.  There also was the bard Clay, quick of wit and sharp of tongue, bearing a mighty hammer and a fae attendant whom set Thunk aback, tho he was assured of the creature’s good nature.  Also there was Shaguay, a saxon warrior, but of passing good character and temperament as was witnessed by all who were there in attendance.  Also resting there with them was a feline companion, called of Benedetto, small in stature and having of a marvelous collection of stones, tho they be much too small for throwing.

And when they had rested there awhile, and had their slumber, Thunk’s heart was heavy and he sorrowed greatly for the woe that had befallen his mighty companions.  And he entreated unto his gentle hosts that they may have pity for these fallen knights and aid his need in putting them to their rest with dignity.  And at the telling of his sorrow the host of strangers lept up, to a man, and said, let us tarry not, and seek this place that we might set aright the evil that was done upon them.

And when Thunk heard this, he was glad, but feared at once for their gentle feline friend, wist so well as he did the great peril that may visit them there.  And he resolved to stand watch upon him such that none who would do harm unto him shall be made to know their triumph.

Then the band removed into the forest of Emradi, and with great resolve and prowess did find their way and followed the signs of passage back to the place where was the task they found most urgent.  

And within a litle space the band came unto the doomed caravan of Sir Bedivere’s company, and when Thunk saw the great damage of the Saxon treachery, he was wroth, and sware in his heart that these good knights should soon be revenged.  Then the band set about to construct a pyre, such that the honorable knights should be delivered unto death with proper respects befitting their station.

 

Of fell magick, and the regrettable defilement of honorable men.

And when the band had waited there a little while; before their task was finished, there did stir a fell fae magick, and ferly the slain knights raised from their sleep to a man, excepting Sir Bedevere yet he lay as he fell.  And the raised knights set upon the companions with mighty blows.  And when the friar saw this, he raised his holy icon and his eyes leme bright and he rebuked the abomination with such authority that even the lately dead did waver in their advance and were made ‘ware the nearness of their second end.  At their pause the companions lept forward into the melee striking about them, and bringing such injury to them as they would flee were they fitted to reason.

Then the foe bearing the likeness of Sir Lucan turned towards dear Benedetto and smote him soundly as he made his escape.  When Thunk saw this, he was filled with torment at his duty, and he cried, Forgive me Sir Lucan, for thou knowest not thy folly!  And he smote him on the head with such a furious blow that it was removed from his shoulders, but the abomination was not swayed, and pressed on with his attack.  Presently through the fray came Shaguay, his great axe raised to cleave the firmament.  And with his axe, he smote the abomination through and through, flesh and bone, even in two pieces, that the axe felt the earth.

And when the quarrel was ended, the companions again set about their righteous work.

 

On the defeat of the saxon horde, and the marvelous deeds of arms displayed there.

Soon thereafter the sound of their battle had reached into the wood and from there emerged a horde of saxons seuen-fold and armored in the livery of these martyred knights.  They entered the croft there and made a mighty charge on the companions, that they might grow their wicked plunder anon.  But the five companions made their party strong against the saxon advance, and made great war against them.

There the saxon blows fell upon Clay like rain, but none could touch him.  And he smote with his hammer on the right and on the left and none did approach but were laid low by his marvelous display of arms.  And Clay was so bloody, that by his ears there might no man know him, for all was blood and brains on his hammer.

And on his right stood fast Shaguay, his great axe flashing to and fro amongst the throng.  At once approached a mighty foe, clad in filched mail, and seeking great harm upon him.  But Shaguay was well framed, and smote the saxon on the shoulder such that arm and shield were cast into the field.

And one amongst the saxons was a shaman of passing potency, who did conjure a fae spear which dashed about by no man’s hand, and set upon the friar Apoc with fair temptation, for to lay him low that was a bane unto them.  But the friar was keen, and at once grew wings whereupon he did take flight as possessed by a seraph.  And he did swoop and glide above the contest, bestowing blessings and cursings upon the combatants who were gathered there.

Then there arose fair fae magics in the midst of the fray afflicting only the saxons, and wrought upon them a mighty sleep that would not be denied even as the battle raged about them.  But also there was Shaguay, a saxon, but of the kind host, and tho he resisted mightily, was cast down to slumber.

Then from the melee came a saxon warrior of great sinew, and wielded his halberd with furious intent to do harm upon the peaceful feline who was Thunk’s ward.  And Thunk made fast his feet to take the saxon at his charge and smote at him to stop his advance.  But the saxon was cunning, and avoided the onslaught with a nimble grace belied of his stature.  Then the saxon returned to his attack, and did him passing great harm, and wounded him full sore, such that he was laid to ground for a time.

And upon this doing, the savage was again turned to gentle Benedetto and chas’d him to a tree, even high into the boughs.  Then when Thunk saw this, he was wroth with him, and followed on him fiercely, letting such a roar to draw his tent.  The saxon saw that and came forth to meet him.  Then Thunk smote at the saxon with great ire, and smote him on the helm that he fell to the earth.  By this was gentle Benedetto holpen from danger and delivered from horrible maims, even death, at the end of the saxon spear.

Then Thunk did turn his fury to the remnant of the saxon throng, and by his tilt, and a final flourish of marvelous battle by the noble companions were they made to take their end.

 

On the recovery of Sir Bedivere’s armor, and the completion of their task.

Presently as the fury of battle did subside, Thunk saw the armor of his paragon Sir Bedivere at hand, and weened that it should be restored and carried anon into honorable battle in his memory, against those who would threaten the good and gentle folk of this country, that they may be assuaged, and peace be recalled unto them.

And when the pyre was built, and the slain knights afforded their esteem, Thunk wist their honor restored, and was glad in his heart for these new companions whose stalwart courage hath brought justice from villany.  Also at that time the saxon remains were put to the torch ere they were raised again by the same fell fae magics seen in this place.  And with their noble task accomplished, the companions struck out again for Stone’s Throw where awaited comfort for their wounds and respite from the savage wilds.

 

Thus were these good knights avenged, and thus was delivered gentle Benedetto into sanctuary.

 

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Fellowship of the Bear - the 2nd departure

On day 27 of Moon 3, many of us left Stone’s Throw to aid the one called Bodolf, wielder of Ngamahu’s flame, in his quest to free his people.  We split into 2 groups: those of Tawhoa and Tukohama in the first, the rest of us in the latter….

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