Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I Pray the Lord (or Lady, as the case may be...)
Beranhond left Waterdeep early in the morning on the same day that Nym, Darvin, and Talathel awoke. He traveled up the road to the northeast, toward Red Larch, for several miles until he judged himself to be safe from the devastation that was about to be wrought on the city. He arrived at a suitable place in the early afternoon, just as the sky to the west began its ominous darkening and clouds began savagely throwing themselves around the city.
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Beranhond begins praying to Narath to protect the city and those within it as the storm becomes an almost tangible force lashing the city.
ReplyDelete"Narath, please do what you can for the city. The idiotic druids are allowing themselves to become a force of destruction that only serves the evil of this world, please mitigate their attacks as you can."
ReplyDelete"I will do what I am able my love."
"My eternal thanks."
When he finished Tigrisclawu also stepped out of his prayer position and looked at him.
"Why are the druids doing this?"
"Because they know of no other way."
As Beranhond prays, he feels a sudden quiet, and as he looks up, he sees the clouds stop their churning for a moment, as if some massive unseen hand had somehow grabbed them all and held them for a moment. And then the storm began attacking the city in earnest. Lightning struck the high places, and rain crashed upon the streets, quickly flooding them.
ReplyDelete"Requiem Aeternam Dona Eis, Et Lux Perpetua Luceat Eis." Beranhond said in celestial before turning back to avoid looking at the destruction. Quite to his surprise he saw that several halflings were standing in front of him watching him. They were clothed in dirty tunics and had a wild mangy look about them.
ReplyDelete"Greetings Noble Cleric. Have you come to watch the end of days?"
"No... I am just waiting to go help them."
"Ahhh..." They all said turning to face one another and then back to him. "We know how you can help now. We are trying to perform a ritual that will undo all the damage."
Beranhond looked quizically at them, certain that they were only on the edge of sanity.
"Come! Come!" They intoned. "The sacrifice is just around the corner!"
At the word sacrifice Beranhond and Tigrisclawu looked at one another and then walked (slowly) to keep up with the halflings.
After several minutes of walking they led Beranhond to an open clearing where a group of halfling were chanting and waving sticks at a human woman tied up to tree. She was unhurt, but was unconscious.
"The sacrifice is almost ready. We will sacrifice to her to the druids to convince them to stop. Druids love sacrifices!"
Beranhond was doubtful of this. Druids might be stuffy and self-righteous, like many groups, but the sacrifice element of their beliefs was very much overplayed and stereotyped.
"Perhaps you could lead us in a prayer and then perform the sacrifice?" The lead halfling said holding up a long dull knife.
"Yes..." Beranhond walked to the center of the clearing and started talking. As he cast enthrall and watched as the already intent halfling paid even more attention to them. After a half a minute he decided that he had the full attention and began to cut the ropes of the woman and picked up her unconscious body. He continued to talk as he walked away from the clearing and then he, as quickly as possible, carried the woman at a quick run while Tigrisclawu followed behind. After a bit he cut off in a new direction.
(Roll(1d4)-1:
4,-1
Total:3) They are captivated for 3 rounds before they realize that BH left).
"What is wrong with halflings?" Tigrisclawu asked.
"I don't have time to talk about your anti-shorty prejudice Tigris, we will talk about it later."
Beranhond and Tigrisclawu ran on down the bend and doubled back on their footsteps until they felt comfortably safe from the mob. Beranhond laid the woman and touched her brow to heal her. After a few moments her eyes flickered open.
ReplyDelete"Where am I?"
"In the forests overlooking Waterdeep. What do you remember?"
"A horde of halflings abducted me from a camp I had made with a merchant family. I was traveling down to Balder's Gate to search for my uncle."
"Balder's Gate hasn't been too well lately. Did you hear the news?"
"Yes, that is why I am going to make sure that he is OK. Was the damage terrible?"
"Sadly, yes, and I fear that it is being done to Waterdeep as we speak."
When Beranhond finished speaking they heard a loud crack and were thrown to the earth.
ReplyDelete"What was that?"
"The end of a city."
Darting quickly through the thin forest they made their way to a hill that overlooked the city.
"May Narath save us." Tigrisclawu said from beside him.
"Indeed."
The woman didn't even seem concerned that he was talking to cats. She simply stood, her mouth agape, and watched as the city was torn to shreds.
"Why did they do this?"
"I don't know. Needless to say, I hope they have a good reason."
They stood in silence for several moments before Beranhond turned to the woman.
"Do you have any where to go right now?"
"No, my only companions are probably far on down the road."
"Well, I am going to go look for survivors among the wreckage of the city before I attempt to find my companions - I hope the sea didn't do too much damage to them. If you like you could accompany as far as you like."
"Thank you..."
"Beranhond, and you are?"
"Aelsyin."
"Pleasure to meet you, this is my cat Tigrisclawu, I will tell him to be nice to you."
She looked at him crazily before they started on down the path and toward the wreckage of the city.