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<style type="text/css" scoped> blockquote, div.yahoo_quoted { margin-left: 0 !important; border-left:1px #715FFA solid !important; padding-left:1ex !important; background-color:white !important; } </style>Thinking also about the long history of heresies and wars amont the malkioni, Azhur wonders hop to approach à long lost colony and look for advice in the True Adiding Brook.<br><br><br><a href="https://yho.com/footer0">Envoyé depuis Yahoo Mail pour iPad</a><br><br><p class="yahoo-quoted-begin" style="font-size: 15px; color: #715FFA; padding-top: 15px; margin-top: 0">Le samedi, mai 20, 2017, 1:21 PM, Lev Lafayette <lev@mimesisrpg.com> a écrit :</p><blockquote class="iosymail"><div dir="ltr">Under Kalen's direction and King Azhur's command, Harajallenburg the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Walking Castle spurred into action. Even a modest pace with it's monstrous<br></div><div dir="ltr">stride, the Castle could manage several times the speed of a young or<br></div><div dir="ltr">elder race, and by the end of the day travelling west and south from Hot<br></div><div dir="ltr">Lake, the Fellowship reached Thunder Butte. The Fourth, who was well<br></div><div dir="ltr">travalled through these lands, the famous Endless Green Grasslands,<br></div><div dir="ltr">mentioned that the local Pent people were the Ten Arrows Tribes,<br></div><div dir="ltr">worshippers of the Four Winds, and the Butte was a holy landmark to these<br></div><div dir="ltr">people.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Unsurprisingly there was a large gathering at the Butte, mostly a market<br></div><div dir="ltr">town, but with a good number of permanent structures. Naturally enough the<br></div><div dir="ltr">people were alarmed at a castle strolling past their holy site and town,<br></div><div dir="ltr">but the fact that it made no ill movements towards the town allayed their<br></div><div dir="ltr">concerns. As Yelm descended marking the end of another day and Xentha,<br></div><div dir="ltr">Goddess of Night, with her resplendent cloak, poured out from the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Underworld, Harajallenburg reduced its pace and continued to travel for a<br></div><div dir="ltr">few more hours, settling for the evening at the edge of Sirdaryo River.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The following morning, from the vantages of the parapets, the land had<br></div><div dir="ltr">changed. The endless green grasslands had become the endless yellow<br></div><div dir="ltr">grasslands. Heading south some forty leagues into the mid-afternoon the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Fellowship reached the foothills of the Celestial Eagle Hills, another<br></div><div dir="ltr">holy site of the Pentans, where the Star Captains, great spirits from Gods<br></div><div dir="ltr">War, provided light in those trouble times. Turning west, a tributary of<br></div><div dir="ltr">the Sirdaryo River was easily crossed at this point, and Harajallenburg<br></div><div dir="ltr">headed towards the Eleven Big Giant Mountains, where Orathorn, the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Sorcerer's Castle, was located.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">It was another fifty leagues journey, and Harajallenburg only reached part<br></div><div dir="ltr">of the journey before settling for the night. It was not far from the<br></div><div dir="ltr">notorious Hellcrack, the most famous gorge in all of Glorantha,<br></div><div dir="ltr">well-believed to even offering a path to the Underworld, the home of the<br></div><div dir="ltr">walking dead, of demons, of spirit weak and powerful. Even Dead Gods end<br></div><div dir="ltr">up in the Underworld. To most surface dwellers, this is a a place famous<br></div><div dir="ltr">and terrifying, but to the Uz, including the trollkin, it was sacred. As<br></div><div dir="ltr">the rest of the Fellowship fell into a fearful sleep, initially punctuated<br></div><div dir="ltr">the howls of the occasional unknwon force that exited the Crack to the<br></div><div dir="ltr">surface world, the Trollkin began a sombre chant and prayers in the<br></div><div dir="ltr">direction of the origins of their Kin.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The following day it was a shorter journey to the Sorcerer's Castle. A few<br></div><div dir="ltr">leagues into the mountainside, then into dense woodlands. The path however<br></div><div dir="ltr">was clear, albeit overgrown and scarcely used. Harajallenburg's steps made<br></div><div dir="ltr">the path much wider, crushing foilage as it went; it was fortunate,<br></div><div dir="ltr">perhaps, that Icthya was now long gone. Then, the path widened into a<br></div><div dir="ltr">large clearing. In front of the the Harajallenburg, with the mountains<br></div><div dir="ltr">omniously behind it, was a huge Gothic style, at least as large as<br></div><div dir="ltr">Harajallenburg itself, as if the two constructions were staring each other<br></div><div dir="ltr">down. Nothing stirred from within, and ivy covered the walls. Although it<br></div><div dir="ltr">was in excellent condition, it seemed deserted.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">And it was from this sight that King-elect Azhur, shook his head, a<br></div><div dir="ltr">disconcerting combination of surprise, horror, and homesickness. "By the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Saints", he muttered. "They're from the West. These sorcerers, far from<br></div><div dir="ltr">home in these barbarian lands, are of the one true Invisible God." He<br></div><div dir="ltr">paused before issuing an ironic laugh. "Well, I suppose we should just go<br></div><div dir="ltr">up and knock on the door! Or any other ideas?"<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">-- <br></div><div dir="ltr">Lev Lafayette, BA (Hons), GradCertTerAdEd (Murdoch), GradCertPM, MBA (Tech<br></div><div dir="ltr">Mngmnt) (Chifley)<br></div><div dir="ltr">mobile: <a dir="ltr" href="tel:0432%20255%20208" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="1">0432 255 208</a><br></div><div dir="ltr">RFC 1855 Netiquette Guidelines<br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc1855.txt" target="_blank">http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc1855.txt</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.quicksales.com.au/shop/RPG-Review.aspx" target="_blank">http://www.quicksales.com.au/shop/RPG-Review.aspx</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">_______________________________________________<br></div><div dir="ltr">Ignorance mailing list<br></div><div dir="ltr"><a ymailto="mailto:Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com" href="mailto:Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com">Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://mail.mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com" target="_blank">http://mail.mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com</a><br></div><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>
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