[HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 91: Return to Nochet

[Christopher Graves]

With some assistance the young women manages to stand and gather up most of
her scrolls and books. In the process you notice her robes are very finely
made, perfect stitching, fur lining, the softest lambs wool, intricate
stitching and embroidered borders. The robe puts even that of Nauticles to
shame and is certainly not the average robe of a Lhankor Mhy initiate.
Sniffing often, eyes down caste, burdened by her bundle and apparently by
great shyness as well, she manages to stutter out her name. “I am Imsa...
M,Maran, she says so softly only those closest can hear. And then, taking a
deeper breath, louder now but much faster, “I, I am Imsa—Maran Sedenya
Vaaarrad... of the Varad. “ This much has seemingly been difficult enough to
make her eyes shine. Adjusting her bundle and shifting her slight
overburdened frame beneath her bulky robe and still not meeting anyone's
gaze as she seemingly fumbles in her mind for what she must say next; she
shoots several nervous glances toward Nauticles beside her. “I--my
superiors--I am to serve...if I can be...I have some n,knowledge of the
lands, t,to the east. With this she stands stock still for an instant before
making one quick glance through her long stringy bangs up at Azhur. Then
suddenly, in an oddly engaging and yet imploring voice she says clearly,
“Lord Azhur, may I serve you?” She then brings her eyes slowly up to meet
those of Azhur. At this point, those closest will notice an keen pair of
blue gray eyes, looking out from beneath heavy unkempt brows. Again you
notice the pock marks about her cheek and jowl but now you noticed extremely
refined line to the bone structure of her face as well. You also notice that
she has beautiful full wide lips to go with those eyes, however they are
also very chapped and she has a runny nose and her face is flushed. For a
brief instant you catch what appears to be the slightest curl of a smile on
those lips, matched by the faint twinkle of laughter in her intelligent
eyes. Along with the melodiousness of her fervent request to Azhur, you are
momentarily transported beyond the awkwardness of her manner, and the
destruction upon her face and almost begin to consider her quit beautiful
again. But before such an impression can grow, she suddenly sniffs and then
doubles over in a full and cacophonous sneeze, in the process scraping the
floor beneath her with her strange iron leg brace. There is actually a wet
splotch on the flagstones at your feet where she sneezed. Then seemingly
concluding that she has said all that must be said she again pulls back
within herself and stands there mute, staring at the ground making no more
eye contact with anyone about her. The brief illusion of some hidden beauty
may remain wavering in your mind but you can see no sign of it in the figure
in front of you wiping her nose on her finely embroidered sleeve.


On Sat, Jul 11, 2009 at 6:27 AM, Loran <aillet_l at yahoo.fr> wrote:

> Azhur thanked cheerfully the Sage Nauticles and began to discuss with him
> on the next steps of the travel.
> When the doors opened, Othor, the Lord Azhur's squire, jumped on his feet
> and proposed his services to help her with her burden.
> So were men of the northern Loskalm seeing no differences between men and
> women...
>
> Azhur, trusting Nauticles' help, looked with curiosity the strange
> newcomer.
> - "Welcome among us, the Talor's Fellowship! I'm Azhur the Sinnersbane,
> third son of Lord Daymare of Loskalm, bearer of our red banner and on the
> quest of Peace against the Kingdom of War. Our travel is often dangerous and
> challenging, may I enquire on your name and goals to join our group?"
>
> [OOC]
> And welcome to you Chris ! ;-)
>
> Lev, some questions:
> - How should I describe the modified standard ? Green blessed props ? Any
> value ?This should please Icthya and all fronelan elves... :-)
> - Do you think possible to also buy with any possible new HPs, a second
> blessing from Orlanth, like ever wind-floating banner ? This to please
> Jareena... ?
>
> Loran
>
>
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> *De :* Christopher Graves <chrphrgrv at gmail.com>
> *À :* HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
> *Envoyé le :* Samedi, 11 Juillet 2009, 1h36mn 50s
> *Objet :* Re: [HQ Ignorance] Scene 91: Return to Nochet
>
> Sorry if some receive this email twice, I think I made a mistake the first
> send using the wrong e-mail address.
>
> As Nauticles speaks, "If you're going to travel in the lands of Teshnos and
> Kralorela - and find the city of Lei Tabor - you will need a guide who knows
> such...." the door to the adjoining room opens loudly, a young women takes a
> step into the room. She remains there for an instant, and your first
> impression might be of a tall, extremely refined, almost regal looking young
> women, possibly even a great beauty. She is clad in a heavy robe with cowl
> not unlike that seen on many library sages. She scans the room looking quite
> nervous almost timid and then she takes her first step. The movement is like
> a great extended shudder in which at first it is not at all clear whether
> she will make progress forward or back. Suddenly she does not seem so tall,
> instead her back is bent in a great effort to move her frame across the
> room. As she moves more into view, what at first appeared like a regal
> chiseled visage is pocked marked and her face is strained from her struggle.
> Her eyes are cast down timidly and oily almost boyish hair of an
> indeterminate medium brown flops about in them and sticks on beads of
> perspiration forming at her temples . One foot she seems to need to drag
> behind her. And yet under one arm she carries a massive bundle of scrolls
> and books that clearly weighs far too much for her. Whether the hair in her
> eyes, the heavy load, her palsied nervous gait, she catches a foot on an ill
> fitted flagstone and goes flying forwards onto the ground. She is now
> sprawled before you, her robe thrown up to reveal baggy ill fitting sailors
> togs and for the first time you realize she is waring the customary rope
> soled shoes of sailors. Also, on one leg you notice an odd iron contraption
> not unlike a splint. On the calf of her other leg is an odd tattoo. At first
> it appears to be a fertility symbol but on closer inspection it is a
> stylized depiction of an ax. Books and scrolls have flown and rolled
> everywhere.
>
> On Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 6:51 AM, Lev Lafayette <lev at mimesisrpg.com> wrote:
>
>> Scene 91: Return to Nochet
>>
>> Voria, the Goddess of Spring and Flowers, departed after a indeterminate
>> time walking among the soldiers and the auxilleries. As she passed
>> Azhur, she greeted him by name, and by title and stopped and spoke
>> directly to the Red Banner in a language that none could understand.
>> Then, as sudden as her arrival, she vanished and all were overcome by
>> her presence. After a while, Azhur noticed that the banner's props had
>> seemed to come alive as green shoots were sprouting.
>>
>> The Orlanthi were true to their word, as were the Yelmalio. All were
>> allowed to return to their respective homes and an escort led by
>> Miranyth The Purple joined the Fellowship to Nochet. Even the most
>> stubborn of Orlanthi gave grudging respect to the bravery and success of
>> the werewolf Telmori who had fought by their side, led by Karala. The
>> latter thought how different these wolves were to those the Fellowship
>> encountered in Vustria those many months ago and whether it was being
>> the axe-bearer that made the difference, or whether the Telmori
>> themselves had changed their opinion independently.
>>
>> After several day's ineventful journey, the party reached Nochet to
>> smell the freshness of the breese from the ocean blew into the Holy
>> Country. Yes, there could be no doubt about it, Orlanth was back and was
>> spreading his breath far and wide. Miranyth took the Fellowship back to
>> Nauticles were Eurynome greeted the old sage who invited all and sundry
>> to tell of their adventures and how they defeated the Crimson Bat and
>> brought Orlanth out of imprisonment. "The sun seems to shine brighter
>> these days", the sage explained.
>>
>> During the course of the afternoon's conversation, Nauticles mentioned
>> that King Azhur's boat was in good order and was ready for departure
>> whenever he was. However, there would be one who would be attending the
>> journey also - and at that point he summoned from another room, a young
>> woman, dressed in a style that seemed to cover the professions of
>> noblewoman, scholar and sailor.
>>
>> "After all", said Nauticles, "If you're going to travel in the lands of
>> Teshnos and Kralorela - and find the city of Lei Tabor - you will need a
>> guide who knows such lands. Especially considering that the Aldryami
>> seems not to be, ahh, present."
>>
>> (Chris: I think this is an opportune moment to introduce your
>> character!)
>>
>>
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