Post by fantasy on Jun 19, 2008 0:57:19 GMT -5
The dark crypts
Prologue
It was early midmorning light when they were finally returning from their long and arduous voyage. I was curious to hear how my companions had fared while they investigated the north lands without my help…
-Captain Aramil Nalros of the Aramil Mercenaries
Asdra was the first to appear around the cobblestone path, his pack was full of curious looking herbs and parchments as he had toiled over carrying such a massive load. No doubt his companions did not give him enough time to rest to study them fully. Then the Great Tinner appeared behind the elf mage, grit from their last battle was still etched on his face, his beard was shaggy and uncombed, but a fiery glint in his eyes told Aramil that he had enjoyed the journey more than the others just by looking at the battle weapons on the dwarf’s back.
Creal, the monk appeared next, the lines of stress had worn on the new companion as his friend Dark Serium kept leaping onto his back. The mercenary captain smiled as they all came up to his humble rest house and quickly pushed their way into his home and quickly began to prepare a homecoming feast. To Aramil’s dismay, it would appear that they would need to eat a bite before sharing their elegant tale.
It had been forever it seemed since they had all traveled together as one, but it seemed that a dark secret was brewing between his companions. The things they encountered in the north lands had changed them, and Aramil went from curious to nervous- perhaps the war with Tel’sar had not ended in their favor, perhaps an evil still lurked in the peaceful lands of Slyphil.
Sipping his ale, the captain patted Asdra on the back, his oldest and most trusted friend seemed too busy focusing on the new herbs he had collected to share his account, and the Great Tinner had already retired for bed with a simple hello the dwarf had already finished preparing to leave for the next adventure. Dark Serium also had retired to his bed, the exhausted gnome had been nearly beaten to a pulp during his travels, and that left Creal, the worn monk whose face was etched with an unknown fear, and Aramil was determined to find out what it was.
“Creal… would you mind sharing your story with me? I know we haven’t really gotten to know each other yet but I am curious, I can’t help but wonder what sort of darkness you have uncovered.” The elf started out and Creal turned to him with a half smile that quickly faded. “As expected of the captain, you have read your companions well… I will tell you, Aramil, of the horrifying truths that lurked deep within the northlands of Slyphil… although I may not be able to recall everything, I do remember mostly what happened.”
The two sat isolated on a wooden bench, enjoying the cool night air of southern Eryu. Cricket’s chirped and nice warm fire from the fire place behind them warmed their backs as Aramil listened intently to Creal’s tale.
Chapter one
The dark tavern
It was nearing spring time when the company left Tenith mir, on an exploration mission in search of those still loyal to the angel Tel’sar. However during their travels they crossed a dimensional shift, leading them from the lands Tel’sar once controlled into the lands of Eryu where Aramil had gone in search of Eberk. Sailing in the illusionist, the group quickly found an interesting place to land. A dock was attached to a small seemingly abandoned town as the mercenaries anchored their ship they prepared to make landfall…
It was mid afternoon, when Asdra, the appointed leader of the team brought them along the single road village to a looming three story tavern, in which appeared to be inhabited. The mercenaries quickly decided that it was the best place to find links of the Tel’sar war, but more importantly, they were there to seek treasure and other fortunes that might increase their power and knowledge. Such a simple quest they thought ended up turning into much more its seems. As they neared the tavern, they noticed that the windows were boarded up, but there were distinct shadows within the pub. Slowly, the cleric opened the door and entered with the others noticing a bunch of phantom like monsters roaming the tavern and talking in low voices. They paid little attention to the mercenaries as they entered the tavern…
Prologue
It was early midmorning light when they were finally returning from their long and arduous voyage. I was curious to hear how my companions had fared while they investigated the north lands without my help…
-Captain Aramil Nalros of the Aramil Mercenaries
Asdra was the first to appear around the cobblestone path, his pack was full of curious looking herbs and parchments as he had toiled over carrying such a massive load. No doubt his companions did not give him enough time to rest to study them fully. Then the Great Tinner appeared behind the elf mage, grit from their last battle was still etched on his face, his beard was shaggy and uncombed, but a fiery glint in his eyes told Aramil that he had enjoyed the journey more than the others just by looking at the battle weapons on the dwarf’s back.
Creal, the monk appeared next, the lines of stress had worn on the new companion as his friend Dark Serium kept leaping onto his back. The mercenary captain smiled as they all came up to his humble rest house and quickly pushed their way into his home and quickly began to prepare a homecoming feast. To Aramil’s dismay, it would appear that they would need to eat a bite before sharing their elegant tale.
It had been forever it seemed since they had all traveled together as one, but it seemed that a dark secret was brewing between his companions. The things they encountered in the north lands had changed them, and Aramil went from curious to nervous- perhaps the war with Tel’sar had not ended in their favor, perhaps an evil still lurked in the peaceful lands of Slyphil.
Sipping his ale, the captain patted Asdra on the back, his oldest and most trusted friend seemed too busy focusing on the new herbs he had collected to share his account, and the Great Tinner had already retired for bed with a simple hello the dwarf had already finished preparing to leave for the next adventure. Dark Serium also had retired to his bed, the exhausted gnome had been nearly beaten to a pulp during his travels, and that left Creal, the worn monk whose face was etched with an unknown fear, and Aramil was determined to find out what it was.
“Creal… would you mind sharing your story with me? I know we haven’t really gotten to know each other yet but I am curious, I can’t help but wonder what sort of darkness you have uncovered.” The elf started out and Creal turned to him with a half smile that quickly faded. “As expected of the captain, you have read your companions well… I will tell you, Aramil, of the horrifying truths that lurked deep within the northlands of Slyphil… although I may not be able to recall everything, I do remember mostly what happened.”
The two sat isolated on a wooden bench, enjoying the cool night air of southern Eryu. Cricket’s chirped and nice warm fire from the fire place behind them warmed their backs as Aramil listened intently to Creal’s tale.
Chapter one
The dark tavern
It was nearing spring time when the company left Tenith mir, on an exploration mission in search of those still loyal to the angel Tel’sar. However during their travels they crossed a dimensional shift, leading them from the lands Tel’sar once controlled into the lands of Eryu where Aramil had gone in search of Eberk. Sailing in the illusionist, the group quickly found an interesting place to land. A dock was attached to a small seemingly abandoned town as the mercenaries anchored their ship they prepared to make landfall…
It was mid afternoon, when Asdra, the appointed leader of the team brought them along the single road village to a looming three story tavern, in which appeared to be inhabited. The mercenaries quickly decided that it was the best place to find links of the Tel’sar war, but more importantly, they were there to seek treasure and other fortunes that might increase their power and knowledge. Such a simple quest they thought ended up turning into much more its seems. As they neared the tavern, they noticed that the windows were boarded up, but there were distinct shadows within the pub. Slowly, the cleric opened the door and entered with the others noticing a bunch of phantom like monsters roaming the tavern and talking in low voices. They paid little attention to the mercenaries as they entered the tavern…
