[RP Thread] Cries of Urnung: Book of the Bladebringer

[Fussiler1]

He observes the drinking people, but soon his attention was diverted to the growing plants. Illios thought he was going mad for a second, rubbed his eyes and then freaked out. Unsure, he looked at Marais, then shifted his gaze to Meyla, trying to see their reaction.

 

[L2love]

Sameal followed his group in drinking the water "I can only hope this isn't a mistake."

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
All cool phoon. I'l play your char if nessecary.

IC:
The same process that happened with Agron now happened to Sameal and Ekiron.
Their eyes glowed purple for a short second, and then a strong feeling of being at home spread inside their bodies.

DM: +2 cunning for Ekiron and Sameal. 1/4 Progress Points towards unlocking an unknown strength feat for Ekiron and 1/6 Progress Points towards unlocking an unknown cunning feat for Sameal.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla's face retained the look of uncertainty.
There was something missing here. Not for a second would she believe all the effects of the water's consumption would be come immediately apparent. She'd have to keep a close eye on them.
"S-S-So, what was that? A test of... What? T-Trust?" she stammered.

 

[Dragonson]

Suddenly an aura of tranquility fell on the room, and a voice that made the group feel unnaturally relaxed rang through the air.
"You might call it a safety measure."
Into the room walked a man, clad in a mix of formalwear and plate armour.
On his back was firmly mounted two feathery wings, that looked oddly ethereal.
His features were well defined, and although both irises and pupils were still slightly visible his eyes were of a dominant blue color.
Fastened in his belt was a heavily decorated rapier, or atleast somthing closely resembling a rapier.

 

[L2love]

As Sameal saw the man enter the room he felt at ease so at ease that his grip upon his weapon loosened so much that he almost dropped it. After a few seconds of this intoxicating tranquility Sameal retook his mind and said "Safety measure for what?"

 

[Dragonson]

"To make sure none of you happens to tip the balance of the world while inside. It would be... Inconvenient."
The man said, his voice this time emanating a harshness that made the members of the group snap back to reality.
"You sure do like to get straight to the point, Speaker."
Zuuhl said to the man with a sharp undertone.
The man smiled. "As if you werent going to tell them the moment the last one had drank."

 

[Phoonix]

"and to ensure that we donot you decieve us, trick us, creep in the shadows?" Ekrion glares at both Zuuhl and the one he called 'Speaker' "you could have just said us right away, we would have drank this water even if we did not wan't to, because we have to." He sighed "But perhaps I am overreacting..." He looks at both Zuuhl and the speaker, could he blame them for protecting something? Even if the methods they used were rude, no... he couldn't. He straightens his back and looks straight at zuuhl "So... you know what we seek, and... we all drank the water. will you now tell us where we can find The Gardener?"

 

[Dragonson]

DM Note: Those who havent drank of the water yet can still do so before if you want the initial effect.
But anyone who follows Zuuhl further will be counted as having drank the water.

Zuuhl smiled again.
"No one really understands it at first. I do not blame you.
As for the gardener..."
Zuuhl nodded at the winged man, who nodded back, and the winged man started walking towards an enormous gate at the far end of the hall, which all members of the group are pretty sure were not there a second ago.
As he walks he beckons the adventurers to follow.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion Follows the winged man to the gate, inspecting it for any abnormality's, even decorations perhaps.

 

[Dragonson]

As the man walked to the door it opened up.
Slowly, a familiar light shone in through it.
Sunlight.

Beyond the door was enormous, green hills.
Evergreen trees standing tall, rivers flowing through the landscape.
Grand wooden halls with all sorts of carving placed amidst the grassy fields.
Above it all a sun was shining down from a blue sky.
The winged man jumped off the ground, soared into the air and turned round to face the group.
"Welcome to Urnung as it Once Was. Minus the coastlines."

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion was astonished "This... is Urnung...? But... it is so peacefull, so... tranquil... so soft..." he felt the wind across his face, it wasn't the harsh wind he was used to, it was soft and elegant. He saw the rivers and small creecks find their way across the landscape, carving a path trough the grassy hills, the flowers dancing up and forth with the wind... this was not Urnung... this was a paradise. "How can this be...?" he said looking at the winged man, who soaring into the sky, looked like an angel safeguarding this land from harm.

 

[Fussiler1]

For a moment Illios was stunned by surprised and his mouth fell open in amazement. Quick enough, he shielded his eyes from the light until they had time to adapt and looked around, wondering wether the word paradise was fit for this place. His gaze shifted as the winged man soared in the sky, majestuously.

--''Pretty nice.'' he said cold. He wasn't the man to say what he felt. Never had been.

 

[Wolfe]

Marais watched as the doors opened. Before his eyes was a sea of evergreen hills and endless, azure skies. "Certainly looks more colourful than the frozen wasteland we've become used to." He said, taking a step into the door.

 

[Dragonson]

"As you all properly know, Urnung was thousands of years ago shrouded in smoke by the demon Shroud. This is what it looked like before the shrouding."
The winged man said gesturing at the green fields.
"We call it Scribe's Haven. A place created with the help of Scardrake, the Dragonpriest of earth, and Eihel, Dragonpriest of the mind, using the old tomes and stories of how urnung once was.
Presumably a gift of sorts for our master, but we do not really know. As far as i have been informed this place is a 'Dimensional Pocket', like a smaller version of what the entity did to create the sixth plane."

 

[Phoonix]

"it is... amazing. What i would not give to be able to restore Urnung to this."

 

[Dragonson]

"Indeed."
The winged man said, a heavy sadness emanating from his voice.
"But our master insist of keeping it a secret place. He usually has his reasons, and i have learned to not doubt him, but i cannot see why we cant have our little hideout somewhere else."

 

[Phoonix]

"who exactly is your Master? The Gardener?"

 

[Dragonson]

"No. You will meet both i due time."
The man said, and turned around to face the great fields.
"Now, i know you seek the Gardener. Sadly you cannot meet him until the sun goes down, so you will have some free time to explore this place.
But i warn you..."
The man's voice became slightly lower, and when he next spoke it wove a strong feeling of dread into the minds of the adventurers.
"...this place is far more devious than the sixth plane."
Then he turned around again, and said in a voice that mightbe described as normal
"Now, if you would all follow me to our little settlement..."
and started to fly slowly towards one of the wooden halls.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion followed him towards the great wooden hall, something bothered him though... this 'angel' or whatever he was hadn't told his name yet... "Say, do you mind telling us your name?"

 

[Dragonson]

"Lucien. 'The Harmsinger', some call me."
The man, apparently named Lucien, said in a horribly emotionless voice.

 

[Phoonix]

"Lucien... Very well, I shall remember that name. You may call me Ekrion."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien! Of course! He was present at planesedge arena, some representative of Taiion.
And this place, akin to the sixth plane? Maybe he knew about the others or how to return?
Meyla would not be the last to touch soft green grass.
She bounded up and took wing, trailing the mysterious man through the warm, serene air.

 

[GunSlinger]

As the group followed Lucien, I went near the water to take a sip of it. I hesitated at first, thinking of what might happen to me after drinking it but ignored the possibilities and drank the water without a second thought.

 

[Dragonson]

After around ten minutes of walking or flying, the group arrived at one of the grand halls.
Close up it was truly enormous, and made one wonder if old Urnung had truly been that glorious or whether the old scribes had exxagerated abit.

Around it lay a small town, where people wearing robes like Zuuhl, sometimes mixed with plate or leather armour, attended to their daily tasks.
All around the village small bonfires burning with a pale blue fire were lit.
Amidst the town was what appeared to be a brightly glowing orb, incased in white crystal. On the ground around it was painted numerous equally glowing runes.
Lucien landed, and started walking towards the massive doors of the grand hall. The robed people in the town sent primitive salutes to him as he walked by, and he nodded back in acknowledgement.
Sometimes the hands of those that asluted him flared momentarily with blue energy, and Lucien replied with the same gesture.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion was intruiged but the enormous hall, it made him longue for the old Urnung even more! and this blue energy... it intruiged him aswell. "Lucien, what is this blue energy those people greet you whit?" he asked.

 

[Dragonson]

"We are spirit guides. Our task is to bring peace to restless spirits and bring those to the afterlife that cannot find their own way.
It is a common courtesy for those of high rank within our order to exchange small bits of eachother's spirit. It creates harmony and helps us get along.
Our members are quite numerous for a 'Secret' organisation. Even though noone truly uses that word anymore. 'Well Protected' is more fitting."
Lucien says with an undertone of both bitterness and pride.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion smiled "It is an honorable duty to bring peace to those who have just fought the battle called life, they deserve it."

 

[Dragonson]

"And if it hadnt been for this place it would also be a quite thankless duty.
I think that might be why our master insists on keeping it a secret."
Lucien replied.

 

[L2love]

Walking with the group Sameal soon begins to see fading humanoid images with a light blue hew around them. The eyes of them staring at Sameal as if trying to take control of him but as soon as they came they left and he begins to walk with the group again. He soon spoke to Lucien "And how do you help these spirits pace on peacefully?".

OOC:The humanoid figures in that post can only be seen by my character at the moment being they are part of Sameal back story and bio hope that isn't a problem.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"...and who or what is your master? Taiion?" Meyla chirped in, landing roughly beside Lucien.

 

[Dragonson]

"That is not for you to know."
Lucien says to Sameal. He then turns to Meyla and answers her question.
"No. Taiion is a man who has far more strings to pull than he should, but he would never even come close to performing a task like this.
And even if he were the kind of person that would help our order, this order predates him. This order predates us all."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Do I detect animosity? she thought.
"I remember you" she stated bluntly, seemingly ignoring the man's reply.
"You were present at planesedge?"

 

[Dragonson]

"Yes. I were."
Lucien said with a sharp tone that did not invite to further discussion on the matter.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla was taken aback.
What's his problem? He sounds like Holo.
She scowled, but if that's how he wants to play it...
"Why?"

 

[Dragonson]

"An old friend, Niahcluc, needed my help."
Lucien said in the same uninviting voice.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla nodded.
"So how are operations in the sixth plane? Is everyone.. Ok?"

 

[Dragonson]

"People die in the sixth plane all the time."
Lucien said with a sadness in his voice.
"Your group is doing alright, though."

Meanwhile the group was moving close and closer to the grand hall.
Lucien was walking as straight towards it's gate as possible.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla stopped abruptly.
People die in the sixth plane all the time? Alright?
Without moving she called after him "Will we be going back?"

 

[Dragonson]

Lucien stopped and turned to Meyla.
He looked at her, a sorrow filled futility in his eyes.
"If i am not wrong, you cant go back."
His eyes started glowing, and the glow grew to almost blinding levels.
"The Entity has left you. If you truly wish to return you have to find it again."
He said, his voice no longer the one of Lucien.
"And if you pursue the same dark fate twice, you know Ashen would not forgive you. What he..."
There Lucien was interrupted by a robed man running towards him.
"Lucien, the master awaits.
You were tasked to guide them to him swiftly, and he's getting impatient."
Lucien gave the man an annoyed look, but turned on his heel and moved towards the great hall at an almost running pace.
"Follow me now, fast. Our master is waiting for you."
He said to the group.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Does this mean she loses the 'Entity Touched' Feat? (I don't mind if she does)

Is it worth it? Embracing the dark to be reunited with friends?
He's right, they wouldn't ask or expect that of me... But if they need my help.
Meyla sighed and ran after Lucien, path still undecided.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Nope.
You are still entity touched, but apart from the ability to drain magical energy you have no actual entity powers.
You could look at entity touched as the possibility to return.

IC:
Lucien opened the doors of the grand hall, revealing a vastly decorated enterior with hunting trophies all over the walls.
Stairs and platforms filled all the empty space from floor to roof, and in various places amidst it all was rooms in varying size attached to the walls and connected by the stairs.
At ground level approximately a thousand robed people were sitting by long tables which were made to house far more.
Lucien immediately started walking up the stairs, towards one of the larger rooms.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion hurried to follow Lucien, but it made him wonder... why such a hurry? did these people know they would come? "Lucien, why such a hurry? it isn't as if you were expecting us, is it?" he asked

 

[Dragonson]

"Our master is... Well, let's just say that his priorities change a lot and he tends to get annoyed at us if we dont figure any such changes out by ourselves.
He never really apologize for these things, but those who fall victim to this usually receives a small package with the word 'Apology' scribbled on it.
Apparently he has decided that you are very important right now."
Lucien says, now almost running up the stairs.
"He's complicated, to say the least."
Lucien stopped infront of the door to one of the bigger rooms.
He opened it, moved out of the way and signaled to the group that they should enter.
Beyond the door the group saw a strange silhouette standing amidst a pitch-black room.
It was humanoid. It's left hand was pointed at them, inviting them inside.
From it's palm shone a bright light.
"Welcome."

The Guidelord

 

[GunSlinger]

"Hello." I greeted with a humble bow.
"And its a pleasure for inviting us to your... humble abode." I added with a smile on my face.

 

[Dragonson]

"As far as i remember it is you who came here. I did not invite you. But you were tested, and i have no reason to dislike you.
I have called you here with such haste as there are gifted ones among you."
The silhouette replied.
"I am the Guidelord. You seek the Gardener.
Come inside. We have much to discuss."

 

[GunSlinger]

"And what are we to discuss?" I asked.

 

[Dragonson]

"Mainly what you are going to do now.
Discussing what you have already done would be notoriously entertaining but horribly pointless."
The Guidelord replied.
A ring of chairs was revealed in the room, as light suddenly shone upon them from... somewhere.
The rest of the room remained pitch black.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Great. Another riddle-master.
"Let's just cut to the chase" Meyla muttered, planting herself in one of the nearest seats, swinging her legs impatiently.

 

[GunSlinger]

"Well its nice of you to shed some light on the subject." I said, sitting down on a chair next Meyla.