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PostPosted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:01 am GMT    Post subject: The Epic Tale of Nevets and Trebor- the Quest for the ITEM. Reply with quote

In Esfah, there was a large city of Firewalkers. In that village, lived to Overlord, who needed the ITEM in order to complete his plans for the city. He sent messengers to summon two well known citizens of the city.

I am one of those villagers. I am Trebor, Nevets's right-hand man and a well known spellcaster. Nevets is my father, an ex-soldier of the Empyrean army. We weren't the highest ranking units, but we were well known for our participation in many great battles. As I was saying, the Overlord summoned Nevets to him; I went with him because, as all of the citizens of the city knew, Father wouldn't to anything without me. So, we went to see the Overlord. He asked Nevets to go out of the city on a perilous journey to retrieve the ITEM.

All the city folk know about the ITEM and know what power it has. They also realize that the future of the city depended upon its retrieval. So, the Overlord told father where the ITEM could be found and wrote down what he had to do to get the ITEM from its resting place. He was told to leave immediately, as every moment it was left un retrieved, the more perilous the journey would become. Of course, I had to follow him, as in his old age he may need my assistance. We went to our house to get our equipment: rations, packs and our magic items. Father has his vorpal sword of air and I have my dragonstaff of fire. We hoped that this would suffice for the journey we must accomplish.

We stood at the gates to the city, saluted the guards, and gave one last look at our city, which we could only hope we would see again
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Once again I was coaxed out of retirement by the strenuous urging of the Overlord of the Empyrean Colony. (We had been in Cyrea for a span of but two decades or so, making us one of the "younger" races here.) Given his prowess in battle, his exalted status, and the fact that he is my brother-in-law, I immediately answered the call. My son Trebor tagged along as usual. Although the child had demonstrated some minor prowess in the arts of magic, I thought it best to have him accompany me on such a critical mission and witness the thrill of battle with (if I may be so bold as to mention it myself) a combat-hardened veteran. During my time in the Empyrean army, I had made quite a name for myself as one more than capable of getting items to where they were needed. I thought Trebor would benefit from assisting me in this task.

We gathered the necessary equipment, including Adz-Pyrawurtzhan (the Fingernail of the Sun), my legendary Vorpal Sword, and Trebor's walking staff with the intricate dragon head carved on top (a gift from his grandmother for his 13th birthday), and left the security of our city for the hostile wastelands on the nether side of the Uruzak Mountains. We well knew the risks, especially with the rumors that the new commander of the Imperial Vanguard was preparing a campaign for the Morehl™ forces, but the Overlord's dire need for the ITEM (Important Thing for Empyrean Masters) made those risks seem trivial in our eyes.

We had travelled but a short distance when we spotted a cloud of dust off in the distance. Keen observation made it clear it was heading straight for us. I ordered Trebor to move behind me (which he had already done, anyway), and drew my sword, steeling myself for an attack.

As the cloud approached, we were stunned by what we saw...

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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After traveling for a while, father and I saw something. A dust devil, or a dust cloud, or was it a small rock being hurled at us? Ah, yes it was a rock being shot at us from a dust cloud created by a dust devil. Anyway, the stone was being shot directly at Nevets, so I thought quickly and pushed father out of the way of the shot. We prepared for the worst. He drew out his vorpal sword he calls Adz-Pyrawurtzhan (I let him think his sword is legendary, but that's just because it hurts me if I say it isn't) and I whipped out my dragonstaff of air.

Once the dust cloud cleared, we saw a slingman readying his sling for battle. It said that we wouldn't be getting the ITEM as long as it had anything to say about it (in much fewer words of course, as they were Trogs™). It fired its slingshot, but both father and I dodged. Father went to decapitate it (what was father thinking? He's only a shadowchaser), but the lucky Trogā„¢ survived. It seemed it was up to me to defeat it, so I pulled out my dragonstaff and managed enough magic to call up a dust devil. Hopefully, this would allow the battle to go better in our favor.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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Totally in control of the situation, I advanced with my mighty blade to slash the hapless Slingman before us. I heard Trebor muttering something behind me (the words "OH MY AILURIL!!" or something like that featured prominently), and suddenly a brief gust of wind swirled before me, temporarily blocking my view. To my good fortune, it also blinded the Trogā„¢, who began screeching out a string of goblin invective such as is seldom heard outside of the northern swamps. I took advantage of his loss of composure and thrust him through, killing him instantly. Trebor came up to see what had happened-although it may be disturbing to someone so young to witness such carnage, I felt it was worthwhile for him to recognize both the tragic costs of war and the skill needed to successfully defeat an opponent. Alas, he did not see me tackle a foe worthy of my steel, but it was still an opportune learning experience. I sheathed Adz-Pyrawurtzhan, Trebor recovered his staff (he must have lost it in his attempt to find cover), and we continued on our journey.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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Father was able to beat that Sligman with the aid of my dust devil, I think he just hacked away until he hit something, but I couldn't really tell (I couldn't really see inside the dust devil from outside it). Anyway casting the dust devil came towards me before fading, so my staff fell out of my hands and I had to get it before anything else does. Father would probably have said I just dropped it, as the Dust devil faded before he turned around- he is very ignorant sometimes. Anyway, we continued down the path to the ITEM, and everything seemed peaceful until IT attacked.

The Infernal Terriers, though annoying, were of no threat to us, so we just put on our boots and kicked them, and the Terriers fled. The sun was setting, so it seemed we would have to camp for the night. I stood guard first (I don't really trust father standing watch, as his reflexes aren't what they used to be) and nothing happened for some time. Then, the bushes rustled. Then, birds flew out of trees in the same direction. Then, a spider walked into Father's mouth (I won't tell him about that, though). Then, an ominous creature appeared. It was silhouetted against the moon, so I couldn't see what it was... until it attacked.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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We camped for the night. Trebor wanted to crawl into bed immediately, but I urged him to take the first watch. He is usually up late playing games with his friends at home until all hours, but he's not much of a morning person. I figured this would be the best chance to actually get a useful watch from him.

I slept but lightly, always ready for a surprise attack. In the middle of a disturbing dream about spiders eating my tongue (I shall have to ask one of our Ashbringers the meaning of that!), I heard a blood-curdling scream. Trebor had once again dropped his staff and fled, cowering in the bushes nearby. "We're under attack!" was all he said, repeating it many times, each time slightly more hysterically than before.

Once again Adz-Pyrawurtzhan was unsheathed. I readied myself in the common Empyrean Stance of the First Flame and steeled myself for battle.

A hideous beast dropped from the night sky. Quickly I realized it was one of the Ghwereste, the creature they call Falcon-folk. They are reckoned deadly with their spears, but here face-to-face I quickly demonstrated the superiority of Empyrean melee tactics. The beast barely dodged my first assault, losing more than a few feathers in the process. It swept past me, a move I readily evaded, then grabbed something from near the bushes and flew off.

My thoughts returned to Trebor. Though he had not maintained a successful watch, I still had to use this opportunity to teach him about battle preparation. He emerged, slightly crestfallen, from the bushes, looking about him.

"My staff! Where is my Dragonstaff?" he cried.

I too looked around. Had the Falcon carried off his staff? Then I spied something sticking out from another bush. I pulled it out, and saw that it was indeed Trebor's staff.

"Here, son," I said. "Take this and learn to use it well to defend yourself. Never again should a small beast like that cause you any alarm."

My son looked at me with the deepest admiration on his face. I could tell he was crushed by the way he had failed me in a crisis. "Thank you, father," he replied. "I can only hope I shall someday learn to carry myself through battle like you."

I allowed Trebor to get some sleep, taking the second watch myself. The remainder of the night was uneventful, and when Trebor awoke, we resumed our quest.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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After I defeated the Falcon-folk and Nevets took the second watch, not much else happened that night, although I had a strange dream about spiders eating my tongue (I'll have to ask Master Nuarb about that).

The next morning we started walking toward the ITEM, when Father forgot his sword. Fortunately, we hadn't traveled far, so I just went back to camp and got it for him (I hope he doesn't forget it again) and then we continued on our way. So far we had encountered and defeated a Slingman, IT, and a falcon-folk on separate occasions, but what we encountered next seemed to be too much.

A battle between the 5th Cavalry from home and what seemed to be a Sarslyan advance troop, as they were lightly armed except for some who were obviously missile specialists. We had to join in the battle, they needed our help, as they were outnumbered 34 to 36, we evened the odds, and our troops gave us our usual welcome: "We're... so... glad... you're... here..." as that last troop said it, he was shot down by the Saralyan's forks.

I knew I had to help, as father went charging into battle (he retired from battle before charging was eliminated from our tactics), I gathered with the mages, and Master Nuarb was there. I had to show him what I had learned in the ways of magic, so, as they casted lightning bolts and ash storms, I held my red dragonstaff high and summoned a mighty Red Drake. At that point Master Nuarb said "No! Not a drake! It isn't after GenCon yet! It's still weaker than the wyrms!" I was puzzled by his words, what the heck is GenCon? And how would a drake become more powerful afterward?

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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Despite the great odds against us, I immediately joined our troops at the front, ordering Trebor to remain behind the lines under the protection of the mages. We were finally making headway against the Sarsalyan (against whom one never retreated, out of respect for their horrifying power to...well, it is a subject seldom broached in Cyrea outside of the warrior's camps), when I heard the rushing of wings behind us, and heard one of the mages shrieking at Trebor. Apparently, the boy had stumbled into their circle, and had inadvertently uttered the dread spell to summon a Fire Drake. Muttering under my breath, I steeled myself to face not only our foes, but the deadly dragon as well.

Fortunately for my son (whom the gods seem to favor with unusually good luck), the drake lashed with its tail several times, then crisped a handful of Sarsalyan troops. Many of the snakefolk fell, and we realized that if we could survive the drake's attack ourselves we would have a huge advantage when we attacked. Dodging a few forks, we prepared to face the lizard, when he took off overhead, his great wings blasting us with wind but doing us no further harm. (I shudder to think what would happen if one was struck by a dragon's wing!) With the drake safely off, and the Sarslayan running for cover, we quickly finished the battle.

The 5th Cavalry was duly grateful for help (although I did overhear one of the mages speaking severely to my son, which was well-deserved). The commander, who recalled my service from the old wars (he well remembered the power of Adz-Pyrawurtzhan when unsheathed), provided us with directions that would render our journey shorter. I thanked him for his advice, and accepted his gratitude with due humility and grace. Retrieving Trebor from the cave in which he was hiding, we continued our journey, knowing we were nearer the ITEM than ever.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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After my drake almost annihilated the Sallyann troops with many tails and a jaw (I'm so glad we weren't fighting on a swamp, where they may have had more survivors). Anyway, after the battle I went to consult Master Nuarb about my dream, when he suddenly exclaimed: "Trebor! What are you doing here! You should be getting the ITEM!" And then the told me a faster way to the ITEM.

We were on our way to the ITEM, when Nevets suddenly charged off in another direction from the ITEM (he must have forgotten to take is medicine again). I was walking after him to stop him, when I saw where he was headed: the dreaded Lostinthe Woods. I ran after him, but didn't catch up until we were deep in the woods (you would think that after all these years, he would start to slow down, but I guess since he was cavalry and I am only a mage, it almost makes sense-almost).

After screaming at Nevets for all of five seconds, I realized something- never yell in the Lostinthe Woods, for you never know what will find you, except that you know it won't be you. We heard a rustling in the trees above us, I readied my dragonstaff, and Nevets drew Adz-Pyrawurtzhan. My thought before it came out was: I hope to Ailuril that it wasn't a pelter.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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The shortcut given by the 5th Cavalry followed a clear path through the Lostinthe Woods. I had no fear entering the forest, for I had camped many a night under the trees here during my years in the army. However, despite my clear instructions, Trebor shrank back. (He always has had a bit of fear of dark places. I should have remembered this, and waited until the sun rose to enter, but our quest was far to vital to risk the delay.) I ordered him to follow me closely, but as usual he became distracted by the shadows around him and soon fell far behind. I thought about slowing down, but realized that he needed to learn to keep pace if he was ever going to make something of himself in Empyrean society. (Not that I truly expected that-the boy has always been a tad dense, and the mages constantly complain of his babbling interruptions during spell casting.)

I quickly regretted my decision when Trebor began to shriek and cry, fearing he was lost. Muttering under my breath, I returned to where he was, for I knew (if he did not, for all my warnings) that one did not make noise in the Lostinthe Woods without attracting unwanted attention. A rustling in the trees above us told me I would need to protect Trebor from his own folly, so I drew Adz-Pyrawurtzhan and prepared to defend our position. This would have been easy, had Trebor simply put away his stick, but he started waving it around and uttering nonsense syllables. (Trust me, I have been around our mages on many occasions in the heat of battle, and their chants bear little resemblance to what he calls "spells.")

Suddenly a great cat-like creature dropped down in front of us. I immediately recognized it as an Areosan, and held my blade still. We have no quarrel with the Frostwings (at this time), and I thought I could talk my way out of a confrontation-not the least since this one appeared to be one of the great Vindicators, and I knew we would be hard-pressed to defeat him.

The Areosan spoke first: "I see your flames. Are you of the Faeli?"

Trebor shrunk back, babbling, as I answered: "Nay, we are of the Empyrea. I know of nothing that stands between our peoples."

The Vindicator nodded. "I agree. I seek a renegade force of Faeli that have struck at our lands. Have you encountered any?"

"No," I replied. "None lie between here and shadows of the Uruzaks that I know."

Just then Trebor let out a hideous screech. Apparently he had tried to produce a flame (a minor trick he fancies as a Firebolt), but it had backfired and singed him instead. (And when an Empyrean gets burned, you know it is serious.) The Areosan's eyes narrowed as he stared at my son.

"Forgive the child, sir," I quickly urged. "He is young, and he plays with matters he knows little about. He meant no harm, I am sure." My glare at Trebor reinforced my point.

He mumbled something like an apology, and the Vindicator laughed. "Perhaps you should become more observant, like your father, youngling," he chuckled. "If you had but looked up, you would have seen the Magus who has been accompanying me on this journey. Magic often fails in the presence of our mages."

The Areosan turned once again to me. "Farewell, mighty one," he cried, as he shot into the sky. "Perhaps one day we will share a battlefield, and do great deeds together!"

I saluted him in the Empyrean, sword at my shoulder. Then I gave Trebor a stern (but fatherly) scolding, and we continued our journey.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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After my father finished negotiations with the Vindicator (as I knew that magic is nearly impossible to be used against Areosan mages, and there would most likely be one there), he flew away. Unfortunately, the rustling of the trees could not have been the Vindicator, as he came from a different tree, and the tree didn't rustle again, so nothing left the tree yet.

I pointed this out to Nevets, but he believed out troubles to be over (I knew I shouldn't have let him do the negotiations), but then another tree rustled. And then we (or at least I) saw eyes, and more eyes, and... wait a second. Wasn't this already done before? Anyway, there were many eyes; then, a tree spoke to us, saying: "What are two beings of fire doing in our woods?" I figured I should handle negotiations this time, so I responded before father.

"We are only passing through; we are on our way to retrieve the ITEM for our overlord. We mean no harm."

"HAHAHA! 'We mean no harm?!' HA! You are a lowly mage and your father is a retired shadowchaser. How could you harm us?" the Efloran noticed our shocked looks that he knew so much about us. "Oh, yes, I didn't mention... The majority of the Lostinthe Woods is Efloran troops, so we hear much. Anyway, now you know more than you should, so we will have to expel you from our woods."

I suddenly realized what would happen to us. I remember now, a few years ago, the Trogā„¢ chieftain, Chguck, went into the Lostinthe Woods unaccompanied. Soon afterward, he was flying over our city; I am told that he was never the same again.

An Oaklord picked up my father, and a Noble picked up myself. As I was hanging upside-down, I realized I would get an answer to a question I asked Master Nuarb:

What happens if you use burning hands on an Efloran troop?

It turns out that wood burns (now I know-never watch "The Day After Tomorrow" to find out the properties of fire and wood), so the Oaklord and Noble Willow burned down.

The Efloran troops closed in on us (I would never have thought they could move so fast-they're Trees!) and I pulled out my red Dragonstaff and started to cast spells.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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I had ordered Trebor to keep silent and remain well behind me, as the Lostinthe Woods was known to be one of the major settlements for the Efflorah. Despite our best efforts to keep to ourselves, the Empyrea had become entangled with the Treefolk, who had a severe prejudice against creatures aligned with Firiel. (They seem to think all we want to do is cause conflagrations everywhere, but we only use our dreaded flames when provoked-as, unforunately, we often were with the Efflorah.) I had hoped that he would have learned after his disatrous interaction with the Areosa, but he is a headstrong lad, and decided it was time to try out his "Fearful Flames" (I would soon regret giving him that Amen Flame stick for his birthday.)

"OUCH!!" cried a deep voice nearby. I turned to see that the stupid child had accidentally (I hoped) singed a few leaves of a Oak Lord. A nearby Noble Willow had also suffered minor burns helping to put out the flames. Hoping to avert a major disaster, I rushed back to help.

"STAY AWAY!!" the Oak Lord shouted. I immediately stopped. He continued, "What are two beings of fire doing in our woods?"

As Trebor shrank back babbling, I replied, "We are only passing through; we are on our way to retrieve the ITEM for our overlord. We mean no harm."

"Of course not," the Oak Lord sarcastically responded. "That's why I will have to go to the river to have this damage repaired. I should crush that obnoxious brat..."

"Please, sir," I quickly answered, "though he may well deserve it, spare him. He is...well, let's say he's challenged a bit, and he fancies himself a great wizard. He was not malicious, merely irresponsible."

"You are a lowly Shadowchaser, and your son is a wannabe mage. How could you harm us?" Somehow, I suspected the Efflorah had been gathering inteeligence on us and our mission. The Oak Lord confirmed this: "Oh, yes, I didn't mention... The majority of the Lostinthe Woods is Efloran troops, so we hear much. Anyway, now you know more than you should, so we will have to expel you from our woods."

"I accept your decision," I replied, knowing first that worse could have happened to us, and second that there was nothing we could do to stop them anyway. Each of the Treefolk seized one of us, and we soon found ourselves hurtling through the air.

Trebor of course began shrieking in terror, obviously forgetting that, as creatures of the Sun, we both flew far and landed softly. We came to a gentle halt many miles from the Woods, but at least still on our way to completing our mission. I hoped Trebor had lost his "staff," but was disappointed to see he still held it. We continued down the path, although another night loomed ahead and my keen senses told me that we would not make it through it unmolested.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
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This excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit can not be fully viewed, as it seems that the pages have been burned in a way simialar of that when an Empyrean soldier passes gas. The only visible words are as follows:




I...hate...Nevets...so...I...pulled...dragonstaff...burning... hands...he...screamed..."AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"...to...end...battle...father...said..."Die you...

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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PostPosted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 1:56 pm GMT    Post subject: Reply with quote

After pausing for the night, I noticed Trebor shivering. At first I just assumed he was quaking in fear as usual, but then my paternal instincts kicked in and I realized he was suffering from Helios fever, a short-lived but dangerous disease that afflicted only the Empyrea (although rumors circulated that an occasional case has been suspected among the Faeli). The symptoms were chills, a raised temperature (which made the disease more deadly to companions of other races than to the Empyrea themselves), and horrifying hallucinations. Now, with Trebor, it was often difficult to separate hallucinations from his usual delusions, but I soon realized he thought that he has caused some sort of calamity that endangered both his life and mine. (Not that he hadn't endangered us in reality, but this one seemed to be particularly unlikely, since he was babbling about burning hands and gas or some such.)

The fever generally passes in a few hours, and his did as well. Despite his weakened condition, and his obvious sense of shame for having gotten ill on such an important mission, we were able to resume our journey in the morning. I knew we were but a short distance from our goal, but soon the greatest of our trials would occur: actually retrieving the ITEM.

To my chagrin, I saw ahead of us a long line of Vagha™, Morehl™, and Faeli. Our mission would have to be delayed while we dealt with this misfortune. I pushed Trebor behind me, and prepared to negotiate.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
Regimental Assistant Sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit, ret.

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:02 pm GMT    Post subject: Reply with quote

After I led Nevets away from our kinsmen of fire (He knows full well we were banished from the tri-annual firemaking competition.), I realized where we were. We were very close to Balgavarr. I noticed that a small Amazon with an oblong head was walking towards us singing something like something out of a kid's TV show. Nevets was having one of his paranoia fits and readied his "vorpal sword" to "slay" the "enemy."

The Amazon came close, and Nevets was about to swing, when I tripped him to prevent the Amazon from being harmed (not to mention for revenge for making me eat that stuff that gave me helios fever). The Amazon asked where we were going; we said "we are searching for the ITEM for our overlord. Do you know how to get to it? We seem to have gotten lost." She turned away from us and asked what seemed to be nothing, "Who do we ask when we don't know where to go?...That's right! The map!...Say it with us...Louder!" Then, kids music came on, a talking map began to sing, and Nevets started to sing along, "If there's a place you got to go, I'm the one you need to know. I'm the map..." And that's when I realized the Amazon was none other than the Chosen One.

She told us how to get to the ITEM, but I asked her what she was doing near the Vaghan homelands. She said "An ugly Trogā„¢ Cheiftan attacked me and I beat him back with The Spoon." She held up a wooden spoon and continued on her way. I decided I should continue towards Balgavarr to find the ITEM, since the directions the map gave us made no sense (What is the Strawberry Mountain?). Then, the winter began to come.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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Trebor continued to sing that perverse and annoying song he picked up from a passing Amazon troubador until I thought I might go mad. The Amazon had been particularly helpful, showing us the way to the ITEM on her magic map (which brought back fond memories of days spent on the Strawberry Mountain during the campaign against the Selumari™), but her song clearly had charmed Trebor out of his wits (not that that is a major accomplishment, the boy's wits being what they are). I needed him to clear his head so that we could continue our epic quest, so I asked one more favor of the damsel.

WHACK! WHACK! Two quick shots to the upside and downside of Trebor's head brought him vaguely back to his senses. "Come, son," I called. "We must continue our task! No more babbling about maps!" I turned, and Trebor staggered on behind me, a bit woozy from the shots to the head but otherwise about as fine as could be expected from one so young and inexperienced.

I thanked the Amazon girl for her help, and she waved a cheery good-bye. She continued on her journey, followed by an odd purple simian that I could only assume was from somewhere in Esfah yet to be explored. We were nearing the crucial point in our journey, and I needed to be at my most alert, so that we could not only complete our quest but so that I could keep Trebor out of further mischief.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
Regimental Assistant Sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit, ret.

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PostPosted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 4:28 am GMT    Post subject: Reply with quote

After Nevets finally stopped singing that @#%@!# map song, we reached the Strawberry Mountain...I guess it does exist... As we were nearing it, father was babbling on about wartime experiences on Strawberry Mountain, even though he had never been anywhere near this part of Esfah.

This isn't the worst of it, though; Nevets had no idea how we were going to go over the mountain to get to the other side. Had he not been my father, I would have slapped him on the upside of his head. But, I'm taller than him, so I slapped the downside of his head. I pointed out that it wasn't that big; we could walk around it easily.

I made it all the way around the mountain before I realized something:

Nevets wasn't with me on the other side.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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I could tell that the pompous whelp had no concept of the time I spent here on Strawberry Mountain, thinking I was making up tales. This younger generation has no idea what sacrifices we have made for them! They are so self-centered, ungrateful, soft, and have horrible taste in what they call music! No appreciation for the gallant war chants of old, or for the bright sound of Empyrean orchestras! When I think about...but I digress. That is a tale for another day.

The map given us by the Amazon maiden clearly showed the path over the mountain. I explained it slowly and carefully to Trebor (he really has a great deal of difficulty grasping even simple concepts), but as usual he wasn't listening, probably distracted by the wind blowing through the gandar trees. (I will give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn't frightened by the sound, although the child is really much too skittish for one of such a heroic heritage.) After instructing him to follow me closely, I turned to lead the way, when the lad reached out and grabbed for my arm, accidentally grazing my cheek with his hand. (I was actually proud of that moment; the child is so short I thought he'd never be able to reach my head.) I patiently explained the need for him to stay close beside me, and we started off.

I should have realized in his unstable state that I needed to watch him more closely than ever. After just a few minutes I turned to point out the place where my tent had stood during the siege, and saw that the fool had wandered off on his own. I cursed his impudence-he had thought we would do better to walk around the mountain, obviously unaware of the dangers that lay in the swamps at the foot of the mountain. He couldn't have gotten far.

Just then I heard Trebor shriek like a young Empyrean maiden, and I sprinted toward the sound. No doubt there was grave danger ahead, but I was a dutiful father, and I had to save my son, however useless he may be.

Excerpt from the Battle Diaries of Nevets "He Who Outpaces the Sun" Direflame,
Regimental Assistant Sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit, ret.

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As it turned out, Nevets actually tried to climb over the mountain, despite its strawberry nature making it impossible to climb without some magical device the likes of which we do not have. So, I grabbed him and dragged him around the mountain, and he seemed to be getting frightened of nothing real. I think he forgot to take his medicine again...

Anyway, we saw, on our way to Balgavarr (which, incidentally, WAS on the way to the ITEM, as our adventure in the Lostinthe Woods caused us to stray far from our path) I saw some Aerosans flying into Balgavarr. I realized that this might be an important meeting of Stevik and Jo'ek, so I decided to bypass Balgavarr, and we continued on our way to the ITEM.

I only hope that, in our delay, our city has not faced the grave perils promised if we ran out of time.

Excerpt from the trial journal of Trebor "He Who Follows Nevets" Direflame, Regimental Assistant Sub-sub-commander, 8th Cavalry Supply Unit
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 10:09 am GMT    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dusting off the sacred scroll...
the cloaked one saw a reflection in the crystal...
Trebor Nevets
(Robert Steven) mirrored



The scroll could now be deciphered.
The ITEM...yes I know where to find it...
and with that the cloaked one vanished.
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