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

Tue Jul 14 11:52:10 UTC 2009

Lord Azhur looked at the woman with gentle glance. His voice raised as the voice of western young noble who have gained self-confidence through hard times and though experiences. His manners were nice and courteous but something over him like a secret shadow was restraining him to display true happiness. 
- " Well, Imsa Maran Sedenya Vaaarrad... of the Varad, he said trying his best to reproduce the pronunciation of her name. No need to put yourself to my service. Instead of serving me I would be happy if you were willing to serve Peace and help us in our quest to overcome the Kingdom of War. The notion may perhaps make laugh pagan barbarians but within the Talor's Fellowship we are all equals: one voice, one right, one duty... each. Which can cause some debates sometime of course, but on the long term it seems that the more brains we have thinking on a common problem, the more effective is the solution at the end."

- "Indeed your advices will be welcome, because we recently lost our only member who never traveled East. Our target is Lei Tabor, where we will search for the bearer of a Talor's sacred weapon. Time is certainly our most precious capital. So if you know how to go there fast... please speak."

PS : any answer, Lev ? :-s
Loran

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De : Christopher Graves <chrphrgrv at gmail.com>
À : HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
Envoyé le : Lundi, 13 Juillet 2009, 0h32mn 46s
Objet : Re: [HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 91: Return to Nochet

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
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>
>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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