EZ_Flacked
06-23-03, 02:58 PM
<A new story was added over the weekend.>
Rumors on the Wind
The filthy waters lap rhythmically at the shores of The Overthere. A well-worn boat parts the veil of lazy mist hanging still in the air as it makes its last strides toward land. The strained hull groans softly as it swims toward the sands, finally grating onto the shore.
A tall, tattered figure stands at the bow. His stature and the breadth of his shoulders give away his Barbarian heritage. His eyes, gray as the waters, flit along the sands toward the outpost looming nearby as he assesses the immediate dangers.
Seemingly satisfied, he walks amidships, puts a hand on the side of his boat, Thorn of the White Rose. He jumps over the edge to land knee-deep in water with barely a splash or sound.
With that landing, Morden Rasp took another step on the path of a rumor -- one that set him upon the waves and one that he intends to follow to its end. He has heard of trouble amongst the Sarnak.
Morden walks from the surf to a steep incline where grains of sand meet the grass. He leaves no trace; no footprints. As his body rises up to a ledge, he crouches in perfect relationship, his presence barely detectable
He sees no trace of passing patrols, only wildlife wanders nearby as the willful rogue kneels motionless and quiet for a short time. The deep creases in Morden's brow begin to smooth as he sees no enemies. In ferine movements, he moves back from the ledge. On the sands once again, he turns and slips silently back to the boat.
"All is clear Nedaria," he says in a voice that travels on the air in soft baritones. "It looks like we found ourselves an adequate spot. I need to survey the area before we set up camp though. Come down
A hardened Erudite face peers over the side of the boat at Morden
"Lend me a hand?" she asks as she folds back the sleeves of her robe
"I shall, but you must read my fortune tonight," he says, with a slanted grin
"You never do anything for free, do you?" Nedaria huffs as she lowers the scruffy rope ladder.
He holds her gently as she carefully makes her descent onto the sands.
Morden and Nedaria turn and walk up the beach together. They are age-old companions, moved by loyalty to one another and adventure...anywhere
<Not far from the book in The Overthere, along the top of the cliffs, are two npcs named Morden Rasp and Nedaria Debein.>
You say, 'Hail, Morden Rasp'
Morden Rasp looks at you with a slight smile. 'Salutations traveler. We are busy unloading a few supplys from our ship. We have certainly sailed a long way on waves of [rumors]. You wouldn't happen to have heard anything about, uhm, some developments nearby?'
You say, 'rumors'.
Morden Rasp goes mum for a moment and looks back at Nedaria Debeian. You feel your temples tingle as you meet here piercing stare. She looks at Morden and shrugs. 'I have heard murmerings that there is a charred forrest nearby that is thickening with tales regarding the [Sarnak]. I am waiting for a few friends of mine to arrive so we can get a closer look.'
You say, 'Sarnak'.
Morden Rasp turns to look at Nedaria again and she shakes here head. 'Well, it appears that you know about as much as I do. Perhaps one of us will know more soon. Until then, we must get prepared to explore these lands. Good day to you.'
You say, 'Hail, Nedaria Debeian'
Nedaria Debein focuses and your mind tingles. She shows little interest in you and turns to look at Morden.
<nearby is a Dark Elf shadow knight hiding behind a rock>
You say, 'Hail, Tondal Di'Xevar'
Tondal Di'Xevar says 'Please move along. I do not want my presence well known to those in that camp.'
<I have not seen anything special yet in Burning Woods. I expect that this will lead someplace but it is possible that there is no more than this for now.>
Rumors on the Wind
The filthy waters lap rhythmically at the shores of The Overthere. A well-worn boat parts the veil of lazy mist hanging still in the air as it makes its last strides toward land. The strained hull groans softly as it swims toward the sands, finally grating onto the shore.
A tall, tattered figure stands at the bow. His stature and the breadth of his shoulders give away his Barbarian heritage. His eyes, gray as the waters, flit along the sands toward the outpost looming nearby as he assesses the immediate dangers.
Seemingly satisfied, he walks amidships, puts a hand on the side of his boat, Thorn of the White Rose. He jumps over the edge to land knee-deep in water with barely a splash or sound.
With that landing, Morden Rasp took another step on the path of a rumor -- one that set him upon the waves and one that he intends to follow to its end. He has heard of trouble amongst the Sarnak.
Morden walks from the surf to a steep incline where grains of sand meet the grass. He leaves no trace; no footprints. As his body rises up to a ledge, he crouches in perfect relationship, his presence barely detectable
He sees no trace of passing patrols, only wildlife wanders nearby as the willful rogue kneels motionless and quiet for a short time. The deep creases in Morden's brow begin to smooth as he sees no enemies. In ferine movements, he moves back from the ledge. On the sands once again, he turns and slips silently back to the boat.
"All is clear Nedaria," he says in a voice that travels on the air in soft baritones. "It looks like we found ourselves an adequate spot. I need to survey the area before we set up camp though. Come down
A hardened Erudite face peers over the side of the boat at Morden
"Lend me a hand?" she asks as she folds back the sleeves of her robe
"I shall, but you must read my fortune tonight," he says, with a slanted grin
"You never do anything for free, do you?" Nedaria huffs as she lowers the scruffy rope ladder.
He holds her gently as she carefully makes her descent onto the sands.
Morden and Nedaria turn and walk up the beach together. They are age-old companions, moved by loyalty to one another and adventure...anywhere
<Not far from the book in The Overthere, along the top of the cliffs, are two npcs named Morden Rasp and Nedaria Debein.>
You say, 'Hail, Morden Rasp'
Morden Rasp looks at you with a slight smile. 'Salutations traveler. We are busy unloading a few supplys from our ship. We have certainly sailed a long way on waves of [rumors]. You wouldn't happen to have heard anything about, uhm, some developments nearby?'
You say, 'rumors'.
Morden Rasp goes mum for a moment and looks back at Nedaria Debeian. You feel your temples tingle as you meet here piercing stare. She looks at Morden and shrugs. 'I have heard murmerings that there is a charred forrest nearby that is thickening with tales regarding the [Sarnak]. I am waiting for a few friends of mine to arrive so we can get a closer look.'
You say, 'Sarnak'.
Morden Rasp turns to look at Nedaria again and she shakes here head. 'Well, it appears that you know about as much as I do. Perhaps one of us will know more soon. Until then, we must get prepared to explore these lands. Good day to you.'
You say, 'Hail, Nedaria Debeian'
Nedaria Debein focuses and your mind tingles. She shows little interest in you and turns to look at Morden.
<nearby is a Dark Elf shadow knight hiding behind a rock>
You say, 'Hail, Tondal Di'Xevar'
Tondal Di'Xevar says 'Please move along. I do not want my presence well known to those in that camp.'
<I have not seen anything special yet in Burning Woods. I expect that this will lead someplace but it is possible that there is no more than this for now.>