Looking for stories

I'll tell you a story, a story about mistakes made and regretz had... A sad tale of sacrifice made by someone for what zey loved, boldly facing danger, torture, and death to repay ze debt held by another...

If you are interezted let me know.

Jehan
 
See, now that's a good lead, sounds all dark and compelling. I'd love to hear that story, Jehan.

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Althea
 
Either one of ya tell us what that symbol means....... Me heard something about stories....... bad dreams..... and stuff coming true...... but me not remember the details..... FOSS..... me thinks people need to know...... or again information not being told to people going to come back and bite us.......
 
How do I get that symbol like you have? It would work well with my current motif. I mean, I have a story all written up, but Tets hasn't got back with me, and you seem to be a little suspicious. However, the dubious warnings of secret intent bug me, so I am tempted to poke the dragon to find out what happens :)

Soooo.... tell me what the symbol means for a story?
 
Fine, it's an, um... Gypsy curse. Means we're doomed to walk a winding road. I can show you where to get one if you tell me the story of how the banshee was defeated in the spring. The whole story. I've had a lot of requests for a song about that. A long one, with at least eight verses: two for the setup, one for each Seal and two for the final battle. Don't you want to hear that put into verse?

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Althea
 
Althea, we haven't heard anything from you since your shop was attacked at the turn of the year! Your mother thought... We both thought you were gone. Where have you been all this time? You don't have to come home if you don't want to, but please just let us know you're alright! I've been looking for you from one end of Buckland to the other these past few months... I don't care what trouble you've gotten into, I just... I need to know you're okay.

With love, your father,
Klarion
 
me confused. Is this that bad thing Pebbles hear about? Like what Knot said? Tets? You answer the not Bear anymore?

Althea, why you get cursed? Sound like you need talk to your father. Never know when things and people get taken from you. Don't wait to long.....

Pebbles
 
Father, it's all right, I'm not in any kind of trouble. Tell Mother not to worry. I've just... found something to be a part of. You can stop searching. I love you too, and maybe I'll see you again before the war is over...

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Althea
 
Althea,
Whatever you are a part of it can wait. Your father needs to see you. The love and bond between a father and daughter is special. It needs to be embraced and cherished. Go home to your father, he misses you. Share your stories with him under the summer sky. Take the time while you can, because you never know when it will end. Be there for your parents, their love is unconditional. That is the greatest story of all.

Foss
 
:rolleyes: Well, here's a story, the best horror stories don't have a conclusion, leaving it up to the audience to imagine the consequences...

Calcifist the Liquidator
Let me tell you of Calcifist the Liquidator, a Liche of middling skill in formal magics, however of extreme capability in the studies of Alchemy. Perhaps it is not known, but there is a friendly competition amongst all of the Master Undead older than 5 centuries in creating the “perfect” minion. Calcifist was consumed by the need to show that Alchemy as a science, as a method, was superior to all other forms of augmenting the basic skeletal undead.

Calcifist’s primary goal, was to develop an alchemical solution that when exposed to hard boney tissue, would in essence render the bones themselves indestructible. He had found that the primary method of the “Living” of disposing of undead was to damage the constructs integrity itself, and not to attack or drain the magics allowing animation of the undead directly. This in addition to the tendency of all undead to be destroyed by the rays of the Sun, led him down the path of reinforcing the construct itself.

In order to perform “research” on this issue, large amounts of boney material were needed, preferably already intact and in the proper configuration for efficient movement. The restoration and reconstruction of skeletal warriors was more of the Boneshaper’s thing, and you just don’t step on other Liche’s things. So using the minions created and improved by his alchemical factory, Calcifist either mined graveyards from underneath, stealing the already interned remnants of loved ones and the forgotten, or …. If there were insufficient resources for his needs, would go capture living specimens.

His alchemical factory consisted of many large vats of mysterious liquids, which would give off a noxious gaseous atmosphere. This gaseous waste would slowly corrupt the surrounding plant and animal life, similar to desecratory magics, but would be resistant to cleansing unless the factory was destroyed or otherwise eliminated. Living specimens would be caged, and slowly lowered in to the rendering vat, where all soft tissue would be slowly, painfully dissolved, and slough off to be used in the engorgement of the Monstrous Maggots. The bones, picked clean, would be evaluated as to their functional worth, and potential for absorbing the alchemical fluids, and would be shunted to one of several experiments.
Other than the consumption of organic debris from the flesh removal vats, to feed the Monstrous Maggots, Calcifist had no need of fleshy constructs. The organic goo was just used to feed the maggots, which grew to horrific size. Mindless devouring machines of biomatter, Calcifist uses these fleshy abominations to consume and mine under grave yards, leaving steaming sinkholes, or to randomly attack concentrated groups of the living from below. The maggot’s acid filled gullets are capable of rapid consumption of dirt, stone, flesh and metals.

His experiments yielded at least two stable variants of undead. One, was a form of skeleton that had been soaked in a vorpal solution that acidically attacked the calcium deposits within the bone itself, and at the same time partially converted the stuff of the bone itself to a shock sensitive material, which when struck, had a significant chance of detonation. This type was cheap to produce, weak and fragile, however created destruction wherever they were destroyed. Seeing this as an interesting diversion, some variants in the color of the explosion and strength of the detonation were developed, but Calcifist’s fascination with exploding undead, resulted in a powerful need for raw materials.

The second variant was a corruption of the process of Truesilvering structures and items. By covering/plating/converting bone to metals, perhaps steel, or iron, skeletal constructs could be made that were immune to the effects of sunlight and were much hardier in combat. Alloying materials to the bones themselves, a relatively brittle structure, increased the resilience of the metal skeletons exponentially. This type was found to take much more time to produce as the plating/conversion process HAD to proceed slowly, otherwise accumulation of nodules of material in joints and other flaws would render the construct unstable, or incapable of movement. However these constructs were immune to lesser physical blows, and would tend to channel offensive magics back into the earth, as per a lightning rod, making them somewhat resistant to spells as well. By the same token, however, they could not channel magic effectively, resulting in Calcifist continuing to research for an appropriate method of improving Himself as well.

Recently, some headway has been made in creating indestructible bones based on magical creatures, such as Ogres and the like. It appears that once the flesh is removed from their corpses, while they are alive, the remaining material has been rendered receptive to further augmentation, with a correlation of greater improvement based on the base magical characteristics of the donor victim. Calcifist, and his minions have been found searching in areas of historic deaths of dragons, demons, and other cataclysmic foes. What could he possibly create with bones of such potential?
 
The symbol is that of Kazzik the Devourer of Dreams. His mark is upon those that he whispers to in the night, as well as his servants that came with him from his home. If you tell Althea your stories and she is connected to him. He has a tiny piece of you. With that piece he can enter your dreams and change the very person that you are.

Philomath
Vocem sine nomine audivit

This response is found in written format in numerous public spaces......
 
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Oh..... Dang......
 
Dream Devourer? Do you mean that thing that shattered the sky? But that was just last month, and she's been missing for half a year! Althea, please, come talk to me. I know we can work this out.

Klarion
 
Althea,
Foss is right. Nothing is more important than time with your family. I have lost a child and would give anything to see him again- it would be the greatest gift.
Give your father the greatest gift and go to him. Nothing says you cannot just visit with your parents for a day or an evening- maybe just a meal. Let them see you, hug you, tell you they love you. That is all they ask for - no other commitment but a small parcel of time.

If you wish to continue what you are doing then they will support you but let them have the small gift of seeing their beloved child for just a moment. Worry not about their reaction - believe me as a mother they will only see their child when they see you and only wish to hug you - not judge you.

I cannot give opinions on what you may or may not be involved with as I am not knowledgeable in such things, but as a mother who still grieves her lost child-- go to your parents if even for a moment.

In Service,
Cyn
 
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So, uh... wow, you people are really sentimental, huh? It's too late for all that, anyway, and some things are more important than family, like a duty to the greater good. If you were one of us you would understand why I can't come home yet. This started far before the Shattering, and it'll be over before you know it. You'll see.

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Althea
 
Althea, I've humored you long enough. Your ploy has failed; say no more.

If you cannot keep these loose ends of yours from interfering, I will deal with them personally.

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Altaran
 
my story is a sad tale.

I was left alone by my parents after they passed in a war. i wondered from place to place in search for a place to call home. As i came to this small village shrouded by trees and populated by woodland creatures that talk I found I was home. I learned how to care and love these creatures. then one day a strange old man entered our home. He was tall and dark and hid his face under a mask made of gold. He needed medical aid and food. quickly my new family and i came to his aid. I in need of nourishment myself gave him my last clover leaf. Days, weeks, months passed where the man just slept. I watch over him and kept by his side. When the day he awakened arrived the words he spoke were of great debt and thankfulness. HE told me that for my loyalties and selflessness he would teach me the ways of the blacksmith. So that me and my kin would be armed and safe from any who tried to harm us. he showed me with enough focus love and patience the same i showed him i could forge anything and it would serve me as well as i served it. the man left that day, but in passing he handed me an axe and said remember me and my teachings and through this axe i will protect you always.

-brollo
 
Altaran- forgive my boldness but it sounds to my ears as if you threatened both Althea and her family. I would ask you to reconsider as to my knowledge they are all members of the Kingdom and under the protection of the King and his forces. I believe that a threatp is not looked kindly on.

Why do you not join her in meeting with her family? How about at the tavern next market day- I will buy all of you a meal and a drink. That way everyone can see everyone and talk face to face . I am sure her parents will be very great full and if any one still wishes to share stories they can.

Only my humble suggestions and offer.

In service,
Cyn
 
Why people still telling stories?..... Did ya not hear that telling them to these people will cause them to harm you?..... Telling stories as Philomath says "The symbol is that of Kazzik the Devourer of Dreams. His mark is upon those that he whispers to in the night, as well as his servants that came with him from his home. If you tell Althea your stories and she is connected to him. He has a tiny piece of you. With that piece he can enter your dreams and change the very person that you are." ........ Me will keep close watch on Gnot....... He gust became human again...... Not sure how this all will affect him...... Then add in this dream thing...... So please till things get figured out...... No more stories...
 
If I may, I recall seeing people with this spiral symbol on their faces outside the black tower we scouted just before the banshee reached Buckland. They had a considerable number of lesser undead serving them and several of them were powerful necromancers, but they said nothing of this "Kazzik" you're discussing. I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds in saying this, but the Guardians of the Light would be more than happy to assist if you find out anything more.

Journeyman Dylan Hunt
Guardians of the Light
Greater Earth Guild of Terna
 
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