[HQ Ignorance] Re : Second Scene: University of Sog City conference room

[Loran]

Lev Lafayette wrote:
> Scene Two: University of Sog City
> ---------------------------------
>
> So the gallant and brave who heeded the call came
> together to the University of Sogolotha Mambrola. Once
> a great metropolis, the ravages of the end of the
> Second Age and the Syndics Ban had seen much of its
> green-skinned native Waertagi, and the atheist
> Brithini decline in numbers to the point that the
> sprawling dilapidation was now mainly inhabited by
> transients and explorers.
>
> The Vice Chancellor of the University, Pelinorius
> Stäarki, drew the noble volunteers together and
> ensured their every comfort, especially those of the
> foreign species. On the second day after the arrival
> of the last members of the fellowship, the conference
> was held. Deep suspicions across the conference table
> were temporarily put aside as the problem was
> described to the assembled. The best scholars had
> indeed studied the prophetic fragment, and verified to
> its authenticity. Interpeters were attempting to
> discover whether the nightmares of many of the
> Waertagi, prophesising the destruction of their
> city-ships was related.
>
> "But who is this Nameless Man?", he asks the
> assembled. He is certainly not the ghost of Prince
> Snodal, as some speculate. That ghost has been
> contacted, and the Nameless Man preceeds him in any
> case. Our sorcery can hardly summon this spirit as we
> require a name, and he is without one. Describing him
> as yet another Krjalki [chaos montser] is hardly
> adequate, however our Seeing Stones have seen him
> recently in Dilis Swamp, *suppressing* a great
> humanoid-wolf spirit from rising from the gaseous
> bog."
>
> "So, not only does this Nameless Man appararently have
> True Knowledge of the Three Weapons of Talor, which we
> - all of us - *must* have in our possession for the
> Hero Age, he is even to this day preventing our fall.
> No matter whatever crimes he has committed in the past
> for the time being he is *acting* like an ally."
>
> "But here is our conumdrum. How does one capture and
> question this Nameless Man? That is a problem I must
> leave to your collective intelligence and ability..."
>
> The speech is interrupted as a flustered student
> bursts through the door, without even announcing his
> presence. "My lord, I must inform you! Molene has
> fallen to the Kingdom of War and has been ransacked.
> Woe to mankind!"
>

De : Nic Hughes <nicolas.h at virgin.net>

Aalmon sits for a moment in the stunned silence that follows this 
announcement, then quickly rising to his feet his heavy wooden chair 
clattering noisily onto the stone floor. Now that he is standing all can 
see that he is a large man with the weathered look of someone who spends 
most of his time away from civilisation, his sturdy travelling clothes 
look drab and rough compared to the finery of the nobles and finely 
tailored simplicity of the wizards present, yet a mischeivous glint in 
his eye hints that he finds all the display and posturing rather amusing.

He speaks with a thick Janubian accent yet somehow the meaning of his 
words is clear enough "For those who do not know me I am Aalmon, called 
Far-Rider, from the city of Riverjoin in the Janube valley.It seems to 
me that if we cannot compel the Nameless Man to come to us the we are 
compelled to go to him." He looks around the table at the seated group 
"Surely there are people here who can contact this being, although I 
think it would be rash to try to capture him knowing nothing of him."
He turns to the Vice Chancellor "Do you perhaps know of a local guide 
who has navigated the swamps, I hear they are difficult to find your way 
in. A guide who knows the local stories and customs would be even better."
Looking back around the table he continues "What do you say, shall we 
make our move or wait to see where the terror of War falls next?"

He turns round and picks up his chair, then sits back down astride it 
almost as if it were a horse. Watching.

*********************************************************************************

Hearing the awful news, Azhur murmured a Pater Noster while old visions of terrible butcheries flicked before his closed eyes… Kingdom of War! Land of the Devil and nemesis of any good people here down…

Azhur’s attention gets back to the room and his glance swept over the assembly: Weird soulless inhuman creatures, uncivilized outside pagans and heretics from long lost cities under the Ban…
For a moment, the knight wondered if the Enemy would have already won and civilization has already lost. What a strange bunch of champions… Only noble Sir Grim looked like a real one but a bog wasn’t a tourney place… Mud, mosquitoes and stagnated water was their common future; perhaps finally there was a place for such a poor Wizard as him.

Thinking about him as a Wizard makes him smile with cold despair: a wizard without a spell was he.
Two weeks ago, he was presenting himself to the Grand Masters of the battle Seers Chapter, then his father’s letter and strict orders from the Chapter come together, both where saying the same: Go and serve us!
Mud, mosquitoes and stagnated water, he knew well. No funny place for sure, harbor of hidden terrors and dangerous outlaws. Certainly no mage wanted to wet his robe there… but an ex-Knight of the Sparrowhawk?

Then Azhur stands up, visibly more a young swordsman made for action than a sorcerer made for studies. The ex-knight was wearing the fine robe of the Battle Seers Chapter over a light chain mail. However his lined overcoat was marked with the gold horse of the famous house of the Daymare, well known in the whole Fronela.

He then spoke clearly in the typical speech of high-born loskalmi:
“I’m Azhur Daymare, third son of Lord Daymare and certainly I’m not a swamp guide, but I went by dangerous places and you can count on me and my sword to protect you to my last breath. Events show us that we can’t wait any longer… My Chapter will supply us with judicious advices if I can tell them more about our target. Where has been seen the thing exactly for the last time?”

OOC: If permitted, Azhur will try to complet any information given to the group by asking his own masters.
I hope my english can be understood.
Nice day to all
Loran


	

	
		
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