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

Sat Jul 18 03:51:41 UTC 2009

Imsa replies, "A little my lord, mostly in writ... she trail off falling
silent upon the blusterous entry of Rikku.  She takes a small step back to
make room for him.

On Fri, Jul 17, 2009 at 12:31 AM, Loran <aillet_l at yahoo.fr> wrote:

> There was a silent break while Azhur considered Imsa. Having witnessed and
> endured the atrocities of the Kingdom of War, the loskalmi observed the shy
> woman in front of the Fellowship. Her attitude reminded him about the
> heavely ill-treated peasant children and more globaly the population in a
> state of shock on the border of this evil land. What kind of tragedy could
> have destroyed such a promising person like this one…
>
>
>
> Rubbing his chin with perplexity, Azhur observed the other members of the
> Fellowship with interrogation and then asked with the kindest tone he could
> take:
>
> - “Imsa, tell us, do you speak the local tongues or do you have any idea on
> how we can communicate to find a particular person?”
>
>
>  ------------------------------
> *De :* Christopher Graves <chrphrgrv at gmail.com>
> *À :* HeroQuest Glorantha <ignorance at mimesisrpg.com>
> *Envoyé le :* Jeudi, 16 Juillet 2009, 21h55mn 12s
> *Objet :* Re: [HQ Ignorance] Re : Re : Scene 91: Return to Nochet
>
> Imsa, sniffs, dropping her sleeve and propping up her heavy load again with
> both arms. Her head remains bowed seemingly too shy to meet the gaze of the
> kindly but mighty lord as he speaks to her. But there is now a birdlike
> stillness about her that indicates that she is listening to his message very
> closely. As Ashur goes on about peace and egalitarian ideals her head almost
> imperceptibly cocks a little to one side, revealing possible curiosity?
> astonishment? surprise? humor? The gesture is too slight to determine its
> exact motivation. As he goes on to mention Lei Tabor, she gathers herself
> like a school girl preparing to give recitation upon the cue of a proctor.
>
> “Lei Tabor lays just beyond the Iron Forts that guard the old route over
> the Ti Shan and Hsa Shan mountains that shelters Kralorella from the wastes
> of genert. The quickest route is by ship around the Sofali Horn or through
> channel isles there should they prove hospitable and then into the Suam Chow
> where making birth we would be not more than a fort night's journey from Lei
> Tabor through what is believed to be settled lands.  It is inhabited
> primarily by settlers from Prax who favor the gods of their fathers” This
> report is given clearly and concisely, no eye contact is made and the whole
> thing is given punctuation with a sniff and another quick wipe of her nose.
>
>
> On Tue, Jul 14, 2009 at 5:52 AM, Loran <aillet_l at yahoo.fr> wrote:
>
>>  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
>>
>>  ------------------------------
>> *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
>>>
>>>
>>>  ------------------------------
>>> *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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