8 Tiers of 8 Gods

[Vixandra]

Sierra

"Misses? Huh- me?" Wide tricolored eyes looked at Ren. "I'm not married! I'm too young for that!"
Looking at the person the barmaid pointed to, Sierra tilted her head to the side. "So she paid for our breakfast- that was nice of her... she must be pretty rich to afford feeding me. Oh well."
Breakfast arrived, plates filling the table by the time the barmaid finished bringing out the food. Sierra dug right on in. Her body metabolised food very quickly, especialy when she flew or used her wings. She also went through a couple pitchers of ale. The alcohol couldn't get her drunk- it took at least dwarven ale to do that. Instead, her body stored the alcohol in a special gland that emptied into her mouth, allowing her to spit out "fire" after clicking her teeth together to make a spark.
"Ah, now this is good," she said, licking her lips clean, a stack of plates before her.

 

[silverwolf]

Sorian

IC: ""I'll have one of everything from items one through twelve.""

"I'm a very active dra- girl I mean. Got to keep my strength up. And I can afford it."

'Dra-girl, what is that cross between a girl and a dragon. Ah well non of my buisness' I thought as i decided what to eat. I turned to the barmaid and jestured her to come closer. She bent close and i spoke into her ear. She smiled quite pleasently and left. She returned with 2 eggs, a plate of patatoes and a fairly large piece of meat covered in a red sauce.I placed a couple gold pieces in her hand as she left. "So Sorian what do you do for a liveing?" Ren asked. I looked at him puzzled for a second. "Im a wanderer by nature. I do what i may to get by. Mostly living from nature. Though there are certain races that i get things from. Thus orcs dont like me much." I grinned evily at the last comment.


OOC: Yeah i remember. You was wet behind the ears. ah well. Anyway youll understand the whole barmaid thing soon.

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

Noticing the wave, Karey gracefully stood from her table, picked up her mug and approached the three friends. 'What have I gotten myself into?' she thought again.

"Fair morning, friends. You are probably wondering why I have payed for you?"

"Yes," said the lower elf, "It isn't usual that people are so friendly toward strangers."

"True, and I hope that I have not offended you in any way. My name is Karrenthian, however you may call me Karey, and I was simply intrigued by the three of you, in particular the young lady."

The odd looks directed toward her made Karey realize that she somehow had managed to sound motherly, nearly patronizing. Humming a soft tune and letting it hide in the backs of everyones mine, she smiled and said,"Forgive my tone and intrusion, please. It is still early and I am not fully awake," she chuckled. "Would you mind if I joined you?"

OOC: i hope you don't mind me speaking for you, cats, it just sounded better than Karey rambling on.

 

[Vixandra]

Sierra

She looked up at this new comer- Karey huh?
"Welcome, Karey, and thanks for breakfast." Sierra said polietly. "But why did you pay for us and why do I interest you?"

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

As Karey pulled up a chair and set down, "Well, for one...You are much older than you appear and even elves don't age physically as slow as I guess you have. And for two...I was wondering what a 'dra-girl' is..."she said with her eyes looking directly into those of Sierra, not threateningly, nor accusingly, but with a hint of since you asked.

The barmaid had returned after figuring out the enormous bill accumulated and tapped Karey's shoulder. As she turned her head, karey felt her hair fall out of place, uncovering one of her horns. Quickly her hand flew up to reposition her black hair to hide what normally was enough to make war heroes scared enough to jump up and down and starting crying out "demon." She only hoped that noone had noticed; she didn't think they were ready to know about her just yet...

 

[Vixandra]

Sierra

This strange woman is far too intereested in me for idol curiosity, Sierra mused. She saw the bar maid's approch and managed to catch a glimps of Karey's horns.
"I meant to say girl," she said with a blushing silly-ole-me smile. "I occasionally mix high mountain elvin with my common, please forgive me."

 

[cats]

Ren

OOC: I agree with you Lycan but Ren was more likely jsut to say yes and not mention his thoughts, about freindly strangers. But yeah just keep lines otehr people say short and hopefully they won't be to mad.

IC: I looked at Sierra as she talekd about being a misses. She must relise she is over 100 years old; if she were human like the barmaid she'd be dead with grand-kids by now.

The lady I motioned to came over and introduced herself as Karey. I was quiet for the msot part wondering about this persons intentions. She still hadn't answered the line of questions.

Soryian like myself was quiet prehaps waiting for some one to mention him or talk to him again. Wondering threw the conversation I supose like he did in life. I myself was carefully noteing what was going on but probably seemed to wonder aswell.

The Bar maid brought over the food I requested and began to eat waiting for the situation to reveal it's self or the proper optunity to interject myself into the covnersation.

The Bar maid returned once more and karey looked the maids way, her hair falling jsut enough for me to see the tip of her ear, before she moved the hair back. Their was a point Karey was an elf then, much like the rest of us.

OOC: Not saying she is an elf, he jsut saw the tip of the horn and assumed.

 

[Morgoth]

Dranz appeared like an apparition out of the darkness, stepping into the light of day for the first time. He had been visiting this town for a few days now, coming and going. He went to the tavern. His dark-cloaked figure moved with an inhuman grace as he moved to the bartender. "Ah! Gran! Gran Lorth! How good to see you again! And what will you be needing this time?" the bartender inquired. "Gran" dropped a full purse on the table. "The usual. Information." "Ah. Not much new, Mr. Lorth. Just about the inly really new thing is a group who's staying here. A wierd group, I'd say", he said, pocketing the full purse. "Wierd how? Suspicious? Gay? How?" "Well, I can't rightly place it, but there's something about them that just... I dont know, misplaces my trust." "Thanks, Loar. Pleasure as usual. I'll be joining that group. Send a barmaid over." With that, Dranz stood and moved to their table. The three looked at him in surprise as he nonchalantly seated himself, throwing back his hood and lighting a pipe, which he brought to his lips, taking a long, slow drag.

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

"So, a new player enters the game. A friend of yours?" she asked as she turned toward Ren.

Karey turned back to inspect the new comer. This was obviously not the one she seeked, his soul could be described as clean, let alone innocent. He definatley was hansome in a brutish way, she would have loved to be a succubus once more...MMMMM....she thought. To take the man and then take his soul, but that life was over now.

For some reason she was drawn to these travelers, why? Maybe if breakfast was ever over she might find out...

 

[Vixandra]

Sierra

She looked from Ren to the Karey person to this new beast of a man. What the world is going on here? All these new people- I can't take this many people up to visit Aunt Melerna without her eating a few of them! Oh well... she didn't eat elves but... Sierra was a bit worried about bearman over here.
"Good day, sir," she said politely.

 

[Morgoth]

"Oh, yes, good day. How rude of me. I'm Gran Lorth, a local merchant. What are your names, pray tell?" he asked, listening patiently as they spoke. "Hmmm, interesting. Would any of you care for a drink? While you're deciding, let's talk a bit. Have any of you heard those rumors about the princess of Gildia being kidnapped. Oh, you have? Well, as far as I've heard, Gilda is mighty roiled up about it. In fact, they're on the outbreak of war. Say, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you? I've heard there's a huge reward out for the kidnappers and an even bigger reward on the return of the princess. Now, you can think about what I've told you over a few good drinks. Who wants some?" he asked politely, whispering his secrets in low, friendly tones.

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: "I'm Ren, the elf back there is Soryan, the cloacked figure right here is Sierra. The lovely lady next to you is... um..." I begin snaping my fingures I can figure this out. I know I can. "Um, she is...Kelly. Yes that was it Kelly." I smiled happily but Karey looked at me a bit surpised. "Okay maybe it wasn't Kelly. Was it.... um..." 'Karey.' Some one replied for me. "Yes that was it."

Gran casually ranted on about the politcal situations I was going to try and help Sierra fix. "Yeah we know of this, we wish to do something I think. Is that true for all of you?" I closed my mouth abruptly, since when have I spoken so freely to others?

 

[Morgoth]

"Really?" asked Dranz, turning up a surprised eyebrow. "Hmm. You wish to help, do you? Well, continue on. Give me some insight into your reasoning. Why risk your life for some pathetic people who you've never even talked to?"

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: "Like I know!" I point at Sierra. "She talked me into it!"

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

"I have a personal reason, the young princess may be someone for whom I've searched for many years now..."

Karey looked off for a second, remembering the span of her mortal life and all that she had been through. She quickly realized that she most likely had a glazed look about her and focused on the group, it was starting to form into a party of adventures...

"And you master Lorth, what is your interest?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not Gran Lorth. The real name is Dranz Urlborn. I'm a Weapon Master. The Blade of Justice, to be exact. And obviously, justice must be meted out in this kind of situation before it flares into war and order is lost to chaos." He sighed. "I must, as a Weapon Master, and a man of honor, take this quest, find the princess, mete justice to those who deserve it, and return her intact and breathing to her parents. Be it pleasant or not, whether my life is taken or not, it is my quest", he spoke, silently.

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Ren

IC: "Like I know!" I point at Sierra. "She talked me into it!"

"You let yourself be talked into it," Sierra retorted. She looked outside- the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day- not one she wanted to waste inside listening to people talk. She smiled at her own restlessness. Young dragons were rather restless creatures, the quiet patience coming with the turning of thier fifth century at least. Sierra aged at near dragon slowness, though she'd attained maturity at only 120 where most dragon kits weren't there untill 200. So a little over half a dragon's life would be her own. It was enough.
"Here's an idea- how about we take this little party on the road? Sorian, Karey and you, bear man Golth, come along outside with Ren and I. The day tis far to fine to waste inside."

 

[Morgoth]

"Very well. I agree. It is far too beautiful a day to throw away in some musty tavern."

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: "Okay then lets head to see this source of yours Siera" I was bit weary to Gran's reaply. It was funny enough of a joke, but by telling a joke he failed to give any real reason as to why he was comeing. I supose it's the reward, that or he's a loon. So far though he seems funy enough to be around.

The Weapon masters apeared some hunbdred years back. On rare ocasions curent happenings are atributed to them, but this is jsut the stuff of legends the type bards and poets go on about, only elves like msyelf could remember back that far and I like Sierra am to young for that, and I imagine our other freinds are the same way. The Weapon masters were the elite souldeirs of a fallen country, no one knows how they were trained but tehre pwoer was absolute, they were highly skilled combatants with any weapon no matter how light or heavy, deadly acurate at range and even deadly at strikeing distance able to do amazeing feats, with items from the ground. There training had to be short and intance, because the tales say they were all human and that means they could live to be 100 at most, no human could grip life so tightly to live past that point.

OOC: Morgoth I'm PMing plot, I have an idea.

 

[Morgoth]

As they moved outside, he looked about him, drawing in the beauty. He had intended it as a joke, but it held a truth to him. Too many days had he spent back in the musty taverns of his homeland, not noticing the beauty around him. Oh fallen Gandria! He sighed inwardly, wiping away a tear that came to his eye. His soul hardened. He gripped his chest as a sudden pain came to him and the voice of eternity spoke into his mind.
"Remember your timeless vow!" He looked to his chest, withdrawing his hand.
Within him beat the power of the Tear of Soul/Time. To make their bodies timeless, to make their souls incorruptible. The eight survivors of Gandria. Each was infused with the power of the Tear of Soul/Time but each carried a different element. They would become the Weapon Masters. Renowned for their martial skills. The thought that he would live forever just to kill was indeed a troubling thought, and he didn't like to dwell on it. Their official training had been short. They spent 1 year using weapon after weapon, familiarizing themselves with as many as many as they could. Then, after the year was up, they gave each other their new names and departed in the eight directions. Throughout their years they had prevented wars, avenged massacres, slaughtered entire armies, and stopped the forces of darkness in general. All those years, their training had never stopped as they kept using these weapons. Never once had one Weapon Master fallen. Never once had they failed in their goals. Never once had a new Weapon Master been accepted. The Weapon Masters had only thrice since convened.
He snapped out of his daze and ran to catch up with the rest of them, who were slightly ahead.

 

[lycanthropedude]

Karey

As the five of them stepped out into the sun light, Karey reflected on how it seemed as though the gods had brought them together for a single purpose. But the gods were gone, had abandoned the world, and she knew the truth of this more than anyone. Her search for a 'pure' soul had lasted nearly a thousand years and she had not one idea of what she should do once she found such a soul. But Karey continued on, hopeful that the day she completed her mission the god of mortal souls would return. And he would free her of the immortal turmoil that haunted her mind, the evil she felt everyday, the memory of the horrendous things she had done.

Her mind had drifted again. As she glanced around, coming out of her trance, she realized that she was not the only one. She chuckled to herself, 'What a party indeed.'

A song entered her throat, as it often did. As the troupe headed out of town, soon their feet fell into rhythem to a marching ditty which she had first heard when the evil army had massed some fifteen hundred years ago. The song was evil, yes, but Karey's power of song transfused with the melody to provide the travelers with a relaxed and refreshing walk. In fact, as long as they listened, no matter how far they hiked, not one of them would be tired or fatigued at the journeys end. It may Karey feel good that she could render such assistance.

Karey smiled as she walked and sang...

 

[Morgoth]

Dranz smiled, feeling the enchantment begin to take ahold of him. He shrugged it off. All magic, good or evil, corrupted. He had learned long ago that to survive, he had to be self-sustaining. Though he appreciated Karey's effort, he didn't need or want it. In reality, he could of ran for a day straight and not even broken a sweat. When she turned to look at him questioningly, he gave her a slight shake of his head, answer enough.

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: We had each been in deep thought even the large guy was quitely thinking to himself, I supose this makes him less of a loon and more nuts, kind of guy, that or he simply doesn't plan on telling us who he really is.

I sighed before breaking the silence. The only sound was of a soft water flow in the distance, we were heading towards a river up some ways ahead. "Sierra, about how far are we from our destination?"

She simply looked at me. 'Well my aunt lives about ten miles west of town.' "West?" 'Yeah.' I pull out my map. "Weve been heading east." I point at were I figured we were.

"Do you know were we are going?" 'Sure I even used a map to figure it out at the city gates. I used a compas and everything.' "Well lets check it out again."

She pulled out her compas and I placed the map out there we sat tehre mvoeing around the thing and relised the compass said we had been heading north. "This doesn't make since."

I looked up at the sun, it was only about ten in the mourning so the sun was still east ward. "Okay if I'm reading the sun right taht way is east." I point the direction we were heading. "So we should of gone the other way."

"Also there is moss growing on the side of that tree. So the side that the moss is on is north. So yeah west should be in teh otehr direction."

I picked up the compass and looked at it. "Okay the needle on thsi thing isn't moveing on it own." I turned the compass to the rigth and the needle moved to the right aswell and then spun with the momentum before stoping in a radom direction.

"Were'd you get this thing?" 'A nice man was saleing a whole bunch of them out of a jacket back in town.' I thought about it for a minute, I would guess this guy is a criminal, still saleing fake stuff out of a jacket will never catch on.

"I think we shoudl refill our water bladders at the stream before moveing on." Calmly and quietly we all walked to the stream quiet content despite walking atleast five miles in the wrong direction.

 

[Morgoth]

"You know, back where I used to live we had saying: A long walk is like water for the soul", suddenly spoke Dranz, descending down the riverbank and scooping up some water, drinking and and splashin it over his face.

 

[cats]

Ren

IC: Well this guy is way to smart for the crazzy idea to pan out, that for sure. He's hideing something. I walked down beside him and took a drink of water. "Gran, I want to ask you something?"

I looked over to him and he looked back at me. Just behind his head how ever I spoted what looked like a wagon wheel. "Is that a wheel?" Gran looked over, and then looked back and said "Yes it is." Gran went back to washing his face but it wasn't like he was ring to get dirt off it, it was mroe like he was trying to clean off something deeper.

I walked over to the wheel trying to quench my soul with a small walk. The wagon wheel had been there for only a few days, a little over a weke at most. Strangely it didn't apear to be that stuck and it looked useable still. So why didn't some one pull it out? My curosiy grew and I desided to take a closer look. I took a few steps into the water and relised it went down faster then I thought. The wheel belonged to a cariage, a noble looking one too. "This thing really looks interesting."

A bent down into the water and made a ligth swim over to it. I stood on the side of the over turned cariage and looked down strate at it. I could see the colors of a herald flag in there. I reached in and pulled it out with a bit of effort. The flag was that of Gilda, and the royal cresat was on it aswell. "I think we didn't go as far out of our way as we thought."