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Sounds in the Wind
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:07 am
by veralion
Riding in on the wind, what sounds like old war drums of the Bloodskull Clan can be heard
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:29 am
by Brendill Al'Ad Kàzár
While Brendill is siting in the "Fluffy Sheep" Tavern, a suddenly sound frighten him ... He stands up, goes out and listen.
Hmm.. strange, I never hav' heard such a sound before...
While he is listen a sudden inspiration clears his mind.
Orcs...?
He wonders.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:34 am
by Travian
When Karguk is standing by the fire place in Eliza's shop, a slight sound can be heard.
" Is that a tribal war drum?"
Karguk shrugs and walks off
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:38 am
by falco1029
Ules, looking through the last of his ancient textbook, looks up as he hears a strange noise. Upon closer inspection it sounds like that of a familiar orc-tribe
"Hmm, that sounds familiar"
He shrugs it off and continues reading
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 10:24 am
by Ereaes
Revlen looks down from the sky at the feint sound on the wind, his hand moves instinctivly to the axe on his back, knowing the sound
"I know those drums....damn...this cannot be..."
He makes a swift patrol around the town then goes back to the shop, a grim look apon his bold features.*
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:15 pm
by Gabon Corad
Gabon hears the drums and for the first time quivers, his father was a bloodskull, Grutok wold have wanted him to follow. Gabon goes deep into the Varshikarian forest thinking on what he should do.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 10:08 pm
by Retlak
As Retlak walks through the town he hears the sounds, he looks towards the sky and mumbles
"Damn i is hungry..."
He carries on walking after he sees an Elf.
Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 3:41 am
by Taylor
A Young blue haired boy, no older than 15, stands just outside of trollsbane, near the bottom of the mountain. He has a sword in both hands, with a head looking towards varshikar.
"Hmm..War drums? Atleast i may get some money for when Mai comes back if war breaks out."
The boy merely shrugs and continues to train
Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 7:30 am
by Adano Eles
A lone figure sits on top of one of the Grey Refuge's towers, meditating. He listens up for a moment as the wind carries familiar sounds over the island.
Maybe it is time to keep some old promises.
He gets up and steps back into the castle.
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 3:48 am
by Galahan
Galahan is sitting in the library when he hears wardrums. He is then seen with his royal sword drown and running out of town muttering something under his breath.
" Has he come here?"
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 12:22 pm
by Quinasa
Quinasa was busy with her daily routine of removing rabbits from the farming land. Just as she was leaning over the hedge to set a particularly fidgety one on the other side she stopped all movement. The rabbit in her hands sensed her alarm and stopped moving as well. She listened to the breeze. Something out of place, something familiar caught the attention of her keen hearing even so far to the south as she was. Her breath caught in her throat and she released the rabbit to the ground, she wasn't sure what to feel.
She was sure they had all gone, they had all disappeared or moved on. Who would dare...?
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 5:14 pm
by veralion
In the still of the night, a crow could be heard 'cawing' and flying overhead. Moments later, in the center of the town, a piece of leather that had been carried by the bird fell from the sky. It layed there tied with a leather string. On it was a blood-red skull. Further to the bottom, it read in strong orc print:
Ergoth,
brood of Veralion,
Chief
Could there still be Blooskull clansmen on this isle?
Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 12:00 am
by Boremier
Boremier awakes the following morning, the sounds from the night before still plaguing his thoughts.
Later in the day he sits within the town shop, his thoughts still plagued by the sound.
"Can it be that they have....returned?"
He then straps his shield to his back and leaves the shop without a word.
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 2:53 am
by veralion
The orc stepped off on to a small extention of the isle and sniffed the air. He took a few steps up and down the coastal region. Eventually, he stumbled across a young man full of energy, and questions too!
"Hello there!" said that young man. "What do you do?!"
The orc did not flinch at all to the mans words. Merely looked off in to the darkness, one of his eyes gleaming a blood-red color.
"'Ello, orc? What is your profession? I am a scribe. I do enjoy recording random information. Just for myself! Oo, a red sku---"
Before he finished his sentance, he began to reach for the orcs arm. Before he could make contact with the rough darkened skin, A crude looking dagger was inserted in to his lower abdomin. He slowly folded to the ground, and the orc continued to walk.
The man had forgotten how much of a foolish act it was to reach out at an uninterested and disgruntled orc. He was also too young to have been able to recognize the orcs features and compare the traits to other orcs from the past or the present on the isle. However, he did notice the red skull....
The time had come. The last of the chieftan bloodline of the Bloodskull Clan had finally arrived on the isle in search of fellow clansmen, and of his father as well....
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 3:01 am
by Travian
Karguk breaths heavilly running, trying to escape Trolls Bane. When he comes upon a a seen. A orc was walking away from a dead body. Karguk goes up and inspects the dead body, only finding a small dagger in his stomach and then taking the dagger out runs towards the orc trying to give him back his dagger...
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 3:17 am
by Gabon Corad
Gabon sits in Varshikars woods thinking on many things. He grumbles to himself about what he should do, follow his fathers path or carve his own. Gabon knows he is in very few ways like his father, but he wants so bad to honor his father. He looks to the sky and says in a grough orcish voice, "Father, what shud does. I hus already told Jeremy i wills serves him, meh cunnot turn meh back on him but meh also cannot turn meh back on yoo and da orc race..."
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 2:17 pm
by Kaja Wolfagen
Blood for the blood god
Skulls for da Moshers throne.
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:11 pm
by Daashi
Leto Mahn is by the river south of Trolls Bane, gathering some herbs. It is a bright day, the sun is warm and the breeze gives her skin gentle kisses.
She becomes lightheaded, her vision fades to black. When she is able to see again, the world has changed. The sun is gone covered by black clouds, the sky dark as night, strong gusts chills her to the bone, and the river has turned to blood. She blinks, and her vision returns to normal. The wind now gives her warm soothing touches, and she can hear faint voice.
"Evil has come, all will die, all will be destroyed."
She wraps her robe tightly around herself and wanders into Trolls Bane and within the safety of the Walls, and tries to prepare herself for the worst. She has no idea who or what has arrived, but she somehow knows that it is an agent of the One Who Cannot Be Named. If they achieve what their goals; their blood will flow like a river, their bones turned to dust, and everything will be burned almost as if it was a giant funeral pyre for the mass of rotting flesh.
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 8:13 pm
by Jon Childs
The night the drums were heard Gra'able was near Greenbriar, some little halfling had pushed him into a portal. When he reached the west gate of Trollsbane as the drums started
"Brooders are backs? Meh must finds Gort nd Ret!
Gra'able runs around town looking for the two he mentioned.
Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 11:08 pm
by Retlak
Retlak wanders through town at the time and glances up the path... he sees Gra'able and mutters "ah crap.."
Retlak runs off into the distance.
Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 3:03 am
by Siegfried Schtauffen
Raphael seems to be fiddiling with the sort of his weapon, when he hears the strange noises. His ears easily pick up the distant sound, as he stands up to see what the ruckus is about. Raphael steps back in a remembrance phase.
"They.. they are back?"
Raphael rushes to the shop, a cascading river of sweat forming on his forehead, due to his nervous state.
Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 3:51 am
by Delakaniam
De'am was picking cherries in Tol Vanima, and didn't actually hear any drums sounding at the time. She was rather upwind anyway.
Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 6:20 pm
by veralion
In the still of the night near the swampy portion of the isle, a deep cloak of fog layed itself out across the land. By the time dawn had come, is had resided. A white staff with a skull on top was erect from the ground. On it was a letter with glowing words.
Blood fum ashes
Brodurs com nows
Skulls rise 'gans
Meh sons deh one who leds
Rallys 'gans
Veralion
Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 6:30 pm
by Urilen Quanasuard
Gildon de Vymont was packing to his trip back to his hometown, untill one of his sailors had seen he had heard war drums earlier.
"A wardrum? Maybe I shouldn't leave then..."
Gildon de Vymont then hits himself, and gets back into his senses. His starts loading his weapons.