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Saturday, January 17, 2009
The means to an end....
After the ordeal within the hammerhold, Dalanor took note of a few things. First and foremost, the massive door that blocked off access to other levels of the hammerhold, and the disturbing idea of an entrance into the Underdark. There wasn't anything that the Eladrin feared aside from the Underdark. He knew that down there, he would encounter those that would kill him on sight, many if not all of the drow were included in that group.
That brought Ehrintaelic to mind. What was the drows purpose, and could he be fully trusted? Of course, Dalanor knew only what stories he had heard of the drow from his people, but he felt that there was more to what he was told, and he didn't know the details, so he felt that perhaps, the eladrin had some fault i n whate ver it was that transpired. Because of this, he was willing to judge the man from his actions, and not from stories of his people.
After dwelling on his thoughts for a while, he finally turned his attention back to the group. He took note of Baerd most of all when the dwarf had asked about the Kobold mage. He noted something in Baerds voice and demeanor that he decided to keep to himself. So, when the group decided to head out, he followed without saying much of anything.
After a few days travel, the reached Kharan Has where they all went their seperate ways for a time, except for Kharask and Dalanor. Each of the two had business with Vadriar, the alchemist with whom they had become acquinted. They both tended to their business with the alchemist, and after all was said and done, Dalanor was approached by Kharask about a company of adventurers he was founding called the Two Scars. Dalanor of course accepted the invitation to the company after revealing some things to the Dragonborn that he felt were important matters, and after a small conversation and an understanding, they parted ways.
Over the next two months, Dalanor stayed with Vadriar, helping the Alchemist around his shop, and i n return, Vadriar allowed him to stay with him, and even began teaching him the theories and procedures that surrounded alchemy, going over the finer points of the craft with Dalanor. It would take some time to learn, but Dalanor was a very adept student. He had a hunger for knowledge that was far surpassed many. The mage knew he would have to spend far more time with the alchemist to fully gain an understanding of the craft, but that would not be a problem.
((To be continued later....this is gonna be a two post....))
That brought Ehrintaelic to mind. What was the drows purpose, and could he be fully trusted? Of course, Dalanor knew only what stories he had heard of the drow from his people, but he felt that there was more to what he was told, and he didn't know the details, so he felt that perhaps, the eladrin had some fault i n whate ver it was that transpired. Because of this, he was willing to judge the man from his actions, and not from stories of his people.
After dwelling on his thoughts for a while, he finally turned his attention back to the group. He took note of Baerd most of all when the dwarf had asked about the Kobold mage. He noted something in Baerds voice and demeanor that he decided to keep to himself. So, when the group decided to head out, he followed without saying much of anything.
After a few days travel, the reached Kharan Has where they all went their seperate ways for a time, except for Kharask and Dalanor. Each of the two had business with Vadriar, the alchemist with whom they had become acquinted. They both tended to their business with the alchemist, and after all was said and done, Dalanor was approached by Kharask about a company of adventurers he was founding called the Two Scars. Dalanor of course accepted the invitation to the company after revealing some things to the Dragonborn that he felt were important matters, and after a small conversation and an understanding, they parted ways.
Over the next two months, Dalanor stayed with Vadriar, helping the Alchemist around his shop, and i n return, Vadriar allowed him to stay with him, and even began teaching him the theories and procedures that surrounded alchemy, going over the finer points of the craft with Dalanor. It would take some time to learn, but Dalanor was a very adept student. He had a hunger for knowledge that was far surpassed many. The mage knew he would have to spend far more time with the alchemist to fully gain an understanding of the craft, but that would not be a problem.
((To be continued later....this is gonna be a two post....))
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The frustrations of a great mind.....
Continuing through the Hammerhold, Dalanor kept pace with the group, feeling as though he were set apart from them. He felt useless and rather weak i n comparison to them, especially considering that the Drow was at least as skilled in the arcane as he. As they ventured farther into the keep, he found his sense of pride diminishing further with each encounter that they had with their enemies. He knew how he must seem to them, and he did not blame them for coming to such a conclusion because he felt as they viewed him.
There was an emptiness that he could not explain....not because of a lack of love or any such silly thing like that....but because he felt incomplete....like something of great importance had been stripped from him. And the way he tried to decipher what it was that was lost, was muttering and talking to himself.
The troupe cut it's way through the kobolds that blocked their path, eventually gaining a new comrade along the way. While intriguing, the halfling proved to be no more that a rogue.....his tactics betraying him with every encounter they faced. He would watch the young halfling, in hopes that the small one's skills would be useful for his purposes...but until that time, he would keep the majority of his focus on Erantaelik and try to find the answers he sought in regards to the Drow's past.
After a few more encounters with the kobolds and a chance encounter with the undead, they had reached a place of great importance to the dwarves. A small temple to Moradin was where the artifact that Baerd sought was supposed to be, but, to no great surprise, it had been removed. Dalanor, never one to pass up the blessing of a god, placed his wand on the alter, muttering a small prayer. He may have fallen from Correlon's grace, but he sought a chance at redemption from the deity, and now, he hoped that through Moradin, the god would hear him.
Nothing of note transpired at the altar, and the troupe left, searching the rest of the keep. Eventually, Dalanor and the others reached a bridge leading towards the mine shafts and they were greeted by a bluescaled Dragonborn, a group of pesky Kobolds, headed by a chieftain, and a kobold wildmage......a deadly, nasty little bugger.
The Wildmage proved to be a problem, but nevertheless, the group survived against the kobolds and the deagonborn, though not before Dalanor was dealt a serious wound. He blacked out as he fell to one knee, and suddenly, his mind was filled with a soft, almost distant voice.......
"Dalanor, you have come far and done much but just know, that up until now, you have not shown a willingness to redeem yourself. However, since you, in your heart, feel the need to reach out to Correlon, he has sent me, his messenger to inform you that in the coming days, you will face challenges to both your faith and spirit. He is watching, and should you prove yourself, you will return to his good graces and your true path will be revealed. I leave you now, for my time is short. In the coming days, you will be given your task to prove your worth.....Correlon wishes you well, and truly hopes to see your sincerity in your actions. I leave you now, and wish you well young mage."
With a startled look, Dalanor turned pale, having not expected any of what had just transpired. After all, he had turned from the god in anger...that much he knew, but for what reason, he could not remember. All that he knew, was that he had done something terrible and had been cast out of the feywild because of it, and now, only the mark of the forgotten remained. Through the mark, he had lost any knowledge of how to return to the feywild at will , and it seemed that his memories had been tampered with. With nothing left to turn to, he sought what was lost in hopes that answers may reveal a few details about what had happened. He felt as if something were wrong, but he knew not what. If Correlon was willing to let him prove himself, maybe the god of magic could help him recover his memories and allow him to return home to confront those that cast him out.
"In time, I will have what I seek....until then, I will remain vigilant...and perhaps put forth my all into my actions. Distractions will get me nowhere, and certainly they will not help me stay alive......I must speak with Kharask, and soon. As the leader of this......group....he should be made aware of what I know of my past, and thus, that I have not been giving my full effort. He needs to be made aware of the reasons behind my actions........"
He spoke to himself, as always...trying to work out his thoughts. His mind was a vault of knowledge, and the stray thoughts sometimes crept into his mind to disrupt his plans. He knew that once he was restored, he would be fine, but that still did not make life in the now any easier.......
"I pray that he does not judge me on my mistakes....and hopefully, he shall see my usefulness soon enough."
He could see the others ahead whilst the searched the bodies of their enemies for anything useful........perhaps he would wait until they reached Kharan Has before speaking with him. Of course, there was the matter of Vadriar's task.....it had been completed and the Dragonborn should know of this fact..........
"It's settled then......you'll speak to Kharask, and for the love of the gods....stop talking to yourself! You're crazy enough without it............."
He began looking through his spellbook, and with a smile, noted that a new spell had revealed itself. His spellbook was full of spells, but he could not read all of them. As he achieved new heights of wisdom and intellect, more opened up to him......and it appeared as if he had finally unlocked a rather interesting spell....something sure to be useful for sticky situations.....
"This is most fortunate...."
There was an emptiness that he could not explain....not because of a lack of love or any such silly thing like that....but because he felt incomplete....like something of great importance had been stripped from him. And the way he tried to decipher what it was that was lost, was muttering and talking to himself.
The troupe cut it's way through the kobolds that blocked their path, eventually gaining a new comrade along the way. While intriguing, the halfling proved to be no more that a rogue.....his tactics betraying him with every encounter they faced. He would watch the young halfling, in hopes that the small one's skills would be useful for his purposes...but until that time, he would keep the majority of his focus on Erantaelik and try to find the answers he sought in regards to the Drow's past.
After a few more encounters with the kobolds and a chance encounter with the undead, they had reached a place of great importance to the dwarves. A small temple to Moradin was where the artifact that Baerd sought was supposed to be, but, to no great surprise, it had been removed. Dalanor, never one to pass up the blessing of a god, placed his wand on the alter, muttering a small prayer. He may have fallen from Correlon's grace, but he sought a chance at redemption from the deity, and now, he hoped that through Moradin, the god would hear him.
Nothing of note transpired at the altar, and the troupe left, searching the rest of the keep. Eventually, Dalanor and the others reached a bridge leading towards the mine shafts and they were greeted by a bluescaled Dragonborn, a group of pesky Kobolds, headed by a chieftain, and a kobold wildmage......a deadly, nasty little bugger.
The Wildmage proved to be a problem, but nevertheless, the group survived against the kobolds and the deagonborn, though not before Dalanor was dealt a serious wound. He blacked out as he fell to one knee, and suddenly, his mind was filled with a soft, almost distant voice.......
"Dalanor, you have come far and done much but just know, that up until now, you have not shown a willingness to redeem yourself. However, since you, in your heart, feel the need to reach out to Correlon, he has sent me, his messenger to inform you that in the coming days, you will face challenges to both your faith and spirit. He is watching, and should you prove yourself, you will return to his good graces and your true path will be revealed. I leave you now, for my time is short. In the coming days, you will be given your task to prove your worth.....Correlon wishes you well, and truly hopes to see your sincerity in your actions. I leave you now, and wish you well young mage."
With a startled look, Dalanor turned pale, having not expected any of what had just transpired. After all, he had turned from the god in anger...that much he knew, but for what reason, he could not remember. All that he knew, was that he had done something terrible and had been cast out of the feywild because of it, and now, only the mark of the forgotten remained. Through the mark, he had lost any knowledge of how to return to the feywild at will , and it seemed that his memories had been tampered with. With nothing left to turn to, he sought what was lost in hopes that answers may reveal a few details about what had happened. He felt as if something were wrong, but he knew not what. If Correlon was willing to let him prove himself, maybe the god of magic could help him recover his memories and allow him to return home to confront those that cast him out.
"In time, I will have what I seek....until then, I will remain vigilant...and perhaps put forth my all into my actions. Distractions will get me nowhere, and certainly they will not help me stay alive......I must speak with Kharask, and soon. As the leader of this......group....he should be made aware of what I know of my past, and thus, that I have not been giving my full effort. He needs to be made aware of the reasons behind my actions........"
He spoke to himself, as always...trying to work out his thoughts. His mind was a vault of knowledge, and the stray thoughts sometimes crept into his mind to disrupt his plans. He knew that once he was restored, he would be fine, but that still did not make life in the now any easier.......
"I pray that he does not judge me on my mistakes....and hopefully, he shall see my usefulness soon enough."
He could see the others ahead whilst the searched the bodies of their enemies for anything useful........perhaps he would wait until they reached Kharan Has before speaking with him. Of course, there was the matter of Vadriar's task.....it had been completed and the Dragonborn should know of this fact..........
"It's settled then......you'll speak to Kharask, and for the love of the gods....stop talking to yourself! You're crazy enough without it............."
He began looking through his spellbook, and with a smile, noted that a new spell had revealed itself. His spellbook was full of spells, but he could not read all of them. As he achieved new heights of wisdom and intellect, more opened up to him......and it appeared as if he had finally unlocked a rather interesting spell....something sure to be useful for sticky situations.....
"This is most fortunate...."
Monday, January 5, 2009
The beginning of his new beginning...
Heres somewhat of a hint for those of you impatient and antsy people.....ahem(Chris)Cough But he knows what to expect, so this is just a bit of reading material for him. Anyway, I hope you guys like it......
Dalanor sat within his study, reading the tomes and spellbooks he had borrowed from the great library of magical texts. In the weeks that he had been a member of the order, he had advanced to a level of power that he had not thought possible. His studies had led him to many texts and scrolls that dealt with planar magic and the creation of portals. The thought of such a thing excited him as he sought more power and knowledge........
"This is exactly what I will need.....Corellon has blessed me with this great opportunity."
He bowed his head momentarily, offering thanks to the deity before closing the texts and heading to the component storage room, gathering those components he would need for the spell he was to use. He was planning to summon a portal to another plane, for now only to see if it was within his ability. After he had acquired what he needed, he returned to his personal lab, preparing the items he would need to pull this off.........and just when he thought he was finished, he was interrupted by a small, yet familiar voice........
"Sage Demise, you are experimenting with planar magic.....it is dangerous and should be supervised....why do you insist on setting yourself apart from the others?"
Dalanor smiled and shook his head.
"Arilo, please.....it still unnerves me to hear a cat talk.....at least...in this way. Besides...how can you doubt me after all that you have seen?"
The small orange feline purred softly and spoke yet again......
"Even so, the others trust you and so must I.....I call you a friend....but nothing good can ever come from Planar magic....."
Dalanor sighed and moved towards the door, opening it.
"If you won't offer constructive criticism, and you are that worried, wait outside....."
Arilo made his way out the door, sighing as he did so.....
"Don't say I didn't warn you then......"
Dalanor closed the door behind him. He moved to his station, and began the incantation. After what seemed like an eternity, the churning and swirling of the magical energies began. The energies began to form into an oval shape.....appearing like a fluid surface in front of him. With a pop, the portal was fully formed, and he stared in awe at the accomplishement before him.
However, his excitement was short lived as a misshapen, fluidic appendage reached through from beyond the other sid e of the portal. Dalanor panicked as the creature manifested itself in this world, appearing to have the consistancy of water and appearing similar to an elemental spirit of the feywild.
With a sigh, Dalanor muttered a word.....and a small, ball of pure force erupted from his hand, exploding like an overfilled waterskin........and the creature was dispersed. Had it been a stronger entity, he would have been in trouble. With a wave of his hand, he collapsed the portal in on itself and smiled to himself. For all intents and purposes he had succeeded........
"Well, no more of that for a while...........perhaps I will speak with the others and ask their advice before I attempt that again....."
After a moment, Arilo made his way back into the room, chuckling........
"What did I tell you idiot?"
Dalanor sat within his study, reading the tomes and spellbooks he had borrowed from the great library of magical texts. In the weeks that he had been a member of the order, he had advanced to a level of power that he had not thought possible. His studies had led him to many texts and scrolls that dealt with planar magic and the creation of portals. The thought of such a thing excited him as he sought more power and knowledge........
"This is exactly what I will need.....Corellon has blessed me with this great opportunity."
He bowed his head momentarily, offering thanks to the deity before closing the texts and heading to the component storage room, gathering those components he would need for the spell he was to use. He was planning to summon a portal to another plane, for now only to see if it was within his ability. After he had acquired what he needed, he returned to his personal lab, preparing the items he would need to pull this off.........and just when he thought he was finished, he was interrupted by a small, yet familiar voice........
"Sage Demise, you are experimenting with planar magic.....it is dangerous and should be supervised....why do you insist on setting yourself apart from the others?"
Dalanor smiled and shook his head.
"Arilo, please.....it still unnerves me to hear a cat talk.....at least...in this way. Besides...how can you doubt me after all that you have seen?"
The small orange feline purred softly and spoke yet again......
"Even so, the others trust you and so must I.....I call you a friend....but nothing good can ever come from Planar magic....."
Dalanor sighed and moved towards the door, opening it.
"If you won't offer constructive criticism, and you are that worried, wait outside....."
Arilo made his way out the door, sighing as he did so.....
"Don't say I didn't warn you then......"
Dalanor closed the door behind him. He moved to his station, and began the incantation. After what seemed like an eternity, the churning and swirling of the magical energies began. The energies began to form into an oval shape.....appearing like a fluid surface in front of him. With a pop, the portal was fully formed, and he stared in awe at the accomplishement before him.
However, his excitement was short lived as a misshapen, fluidic appendage reached through from beyond the other sid e of the portal. Dalanor panicked as the creature manifested itself in this world, appearing to have the consistancy of water and appearing similar to an elemental spirit of the feywild.
With a sigh, Dalanor muttered a word.....and a small, ball of pure force erupted from his hand, exploding like an overfilled waterskin........and the creature was dispersed. Had it been a stronger entity, he would have been in trouble. With a wave of his hand, he collapsed the portal in on itself and smiled to himself. For all intents and purposes he had succeeded........
"Well, no more of that for a while...........perhaps I will speak with the others and ask their advice before I attempt that again....."
After a moment, Arilo made his way back into the room, chuckling........
"What did I tell you idiot?"
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