[HQ Ignorance] Re : Re : Scene 69: The Wild Temple
Lev Lafayette
lev at mimesisrpg.com
Sat Aug 2 08:40:59 EST 2008
Exactly what Loran said!
On Fri, 2008-08-01 at 18:59 +0000, Loran wrote:
> Take your time and write something really nice :-)
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> I hope everything will be ok for you on monday.
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> Loran
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> ----- Message d'origine ----
> De : Dougie <dougiepunk at gmail.com>
> À : HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
> Envoyé le : Vendredi, 1 Août 2008, 13h39mn 24s
> Objet : Re: [HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 69: The Wild Temple
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> Sorry, I know Ishould be doing something here but stressed at ther mo,
> packing to go away for the weekend and then have to go into hospital
> for an operation on Monday so I'm afraid there will be a bit of a
> delay in my posts...
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>
> -:(
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> Dougie.
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> 2008/7/31 Loran <aillet_l at yahoo.fr>
> All along their journey, Azhur had felt lost and astound. The
> desolation of the fabled land of Dragon Pass was pitiful: dead
> crops in the fields burned by a chilling coldness, beings
> endowed with reason reduced to the last repulsive survival
> reflexes… These despairing visions woke an old wound in
> Azhur's heart, seeing the hand of death on the land made him
> feel it again in his Essence. Since that time, in a depressed
> and melancholic mood, the western nobleman rode closer to his
> followers, especially SwordSinger with whom he seemed to
> commune speechlessly to some universal and evident but not
> fully comprehensible law of the Invisible God. Some evenings,
> his friends could see him, the old Banner of the Red Valor in
> his hands, praying apart, either with his copy of Good King
> Siglat's truths or with the original version of the Abiding
> Book until the stars showed up, then he generally stood up in
> the night, observing in his hands a small and brilliant
> tin jewel with a careful attention.
>
> When the fellowship saved the duck-man, he enquired in few
> words about his name. With charity he offered his unloaded war
> charger as mount, this until the duck-man died or could decide
> himself his own fate, then Azhur went back to his silent
> state.
>
> At the Wild Temple, the debate between the Beastmen and the
> orlanthi hero left him uncertain, his sense of duty fighting
> against his feelings. He knew that he had to stay neutral for
> the sake of the Quest but the call for action of the bearded
> devotee was appealing. Saint Worlath as savior of the world
> during the great darkness was a revered saint in Ralios and
> Azhur wasn't so sure about the weird wisdom of the Red Moon
> now that Aalmon has left and that the Abiding Book has
> revealed the secret face of the ambivalent Arrolian.
>
> He looked for Karala and Eurynome, hoping that a female and
> restrained point of view would be more useful than his male
> reflexes. Not all problems could be solved with swords and
> battles, especially when life was so weak and death all
> around.
>
> ----- Message d'origine ----
> De : Lev Lafayette <lev at mimesisrpg.com>
> À : HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
> Envoyé le : Mercredi, 30 Juillet 2008, 15h20mn 43s
> Objet : [HQ Ignorance] Scene 69: The Wild Temple
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> 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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