Chapter 53
The Eastward Pull of Sara's Necklace
Kadarr : [Shout] Suddenly the pain that Sara feels is also felt by Maglro
T.A. Grimbergen: Maglor!
Maglor the Singer: Grimbergen! Thank the gods. Where have you been?
T.A. Grimbergen: Preoccupied, unfortunately. Listen, there are matters we must attend to quickly
Maglor the Singer: Yes, tell me
T.A. Grimbergen: Have I mised much?
Maglor the Singer: There is some....news...but it can wait..... Tell me what transpires?
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye... firstly, I spoke with a townswoman yestereve, and she spoke in fear of the Lords of Esirup...
Maglor the Singer: *strokes chin. I had something similar happen to me
T.A. Grimbergen: When I eased her fears a bit, she further revealed that perhaps the wizard in the north of town has something to do with it. Ah....
Maglor the Singer: I'm experiencing pain
T.A. Grimbergen: Finally, she left before before... Pain?
Maglor the Singer: It has something to do with Sara's necklace
T.A. Grimbergen: But... why does it hurt you?
Maglor the Singer: But go on....what were you saying about the wizard? It comes and goes, but tell me about the wizard
Kadarr : [Shout] OOC: I was sick when I sent out the invite, probably got my directions mixed up... it is East the necklace pulls Sara, not west :(
T.A. Grimbergen: So, as she left, she quickly whispered that we should seek one named Namli for answers. Speaking of the wizard...
Maglor the Singer: Do you think we should do this immediately?
T.A. Grimbergen: I was in a meeting btween Jacia, Hold and one of their new companions -- that mage. Let us weight the options...
Maglor the Singer: Yes, Vilkos, I believe. What are the options, brother?
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, apparently Vilkos was a necromancer, and the wizard loathes them... so, that eases my mind knowing he works against their evil
Maglor the Singer: Good news indeed. But this......when i went to the fletcher......
T.A. Grimbergen: The last item of discussion, is that the dwarven mines of Esirup are infested with some foul danger
Maglor the Singer: And then there is the matter of the necklace
T.A. Grimbergen: Ah... Go on...
Maglor the Singer: I am uncertain. The fletcher was afraid of me, as well
T.A. Grimbergen: That bodes ill... and you say the inn no longer belongs to you?
Maglor the Singer: And the necklace seems to be pulling at both Sara and me. And, yes, the people at the inn did not even acknowledge me. *looks confused. What is passing here, old friend? *shakes head. ah. There is that pain again
T.A. Grimbergen: The necklace is behaving strangely... but for me, I would like answers here... I say we seek the one named Namli ere we procced
Kadarr : [Shout] Once again Sara and Maglor feel each others pain
Maglor the Singer: Yes, let's go get the others and check him out
Aron P'rezli: and my service is to the lords
Mari Erilo: *smiles* as mari said, i do not understand your wasy. :ways:
Maglor the Singer: Where is Cruzado?
Aron P'rezli: ways... hmmm.... I think the word is obligation
Mari Erilo: are you paid?
Aron P'rezli: perhaps even destiny
Mari Erilo: do you *scratches her head*
Maglor the Singer: Saraphin, come here!
Aron P'rezli: it is not pay that I seek here. and you?
Maglor the Singer: Where is Cruzado?
Mari Erilo: in truth i was about to leave
Aron P'rezli: you cannot. *takes her aside*
Maglor the Singer: Wait!
Mari Erilo: *looks over at sara* but since she wishes to not eat the child *shakes her head* and belives she will goe east.. i guess that is the way i go. *gets pulled along*
Maglor the Singer: I guess it is only thee and I then, Grimbergen. Let us go.....perhaps they will follow
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, let us attend to this Namli with haste
Maglor the Singer: Lead on, brother
Mari Erilo: *nods* oh. my robes
T.A. Grimbergen: I do not know where to begin ... but let us head west
Mari Erilo: she goes east
Mari Erilo: *looks at ta*
Aron P'rezli: i am sorry
Maglor the Singer: We have more immediate needs
Aron P'rezli: I have much on my mind
Kadarr : [Shout] ooc: sorry TA, my bad... when I sent out invites I was sick and not thinking straight.... East is the direction
Aron P'rezli: *stares down*
Maglor the Singer: We have something we must attend to before we leave Esirup
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye... we seek someone first who might possibly have some answers
Aron P'rezli: where are the others now?
Maglor the Singer: Apparently they have forsaken my leadership
T.A. Grimbergen: [Shout] ooc no prob K -- I understand!
Maglor the Singer: Well enough......
Aron P'rezli: nay, there is just much chaos here as of late. Mari had thought her service to you was complete?
Maglor the Singer: Come with us Aron.....let the others follow as they wish
Aron P'rezli: I pleaded with her to stay then. as you wish
Maglor the Singer: She is held by no bond
Maglor the Singer: She is free to stay or go as she pleases
Aron P'rezli: *stares down* but we will need her
Maglor the Singer: I feel she is strong and helpful. What control do I have over her? She will do what she will.
Aron P'rezli: yes, her ways are as strange to me as mine are to her
Maglor the Singer: Let's go.....if the others will not come, well then they will not
Aron P'rezli: she doubts me for my service to you and the other lords of Esirup
Maglor the Singer: Doubts you?
Aron P'rezli: yes
Maglor the Singer: Are you in love?
Angela : [Shout] screams
T.A. Grimbergen: *perks up*
Aron P'rezli: *staggers back*
Maglor the Singer: what was that?
Aron P'rezli: where di that come from? *looks around*
T.A. Grimbergen: Shall we split and each look?
Maglor the Singer: What are we looking for?
T.A. Grimbergen: We have much ground to cover/// Someone called 'Namli"... THough I do not know if it is a code phrase...
Maglor the Singer: somewhere in this part of the city?
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, but i know not whereabout
Maglor the Singer: Very well.....let us seek out Namli in these buildings
T.A. Grimbergen: I shall head north
Maglor the Singer: North?
T.A. Grimbergen: To other regions of the town
Maglor the Singer: Where shall I meet you? ouch!
T.A. Grimbergen: Hmm...that is a dilemna...
Maglor the Singer: I'll go with thee
Mari Erilo: [Shout] LAMB
Kadarr : [Shout] DM Maglor actully feels the necklace around Sara pulling them eastward
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye
Maglor the Singer: Wait
T.A. Grimbergen: Arg...
Maglor the Singer: I don't think we can put off the necklace any longer
T.A. Grimbergen: Mayhap you should head off first? I'll catch up
Maglor the Singer: Alright
T.A. Grimbergen: Indeed... I know your toil...
Maglor the Singer: But be careful, old friend. I can't lose you, too
T.A. Grimbergen: And you as well. Take good care of the Blades!
Maglor the Singer: aye
Mari Erilo: [Shout] LAMB
Westin Nottiams: Hail, hast thee had a long trip, or just need some rest?
T.A. Grimbergen: Nay
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: The necklace begins to choke Sara even more ....
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Maglor the Singer: Me as well
Saraphin: Is TA?
T.A. Grimbergen: *panting* Hail, Sara
Maglor the Singer: Grimbergen! Thank the gods! What did you learn?
Saraphin: TA do you also feel my pain?
T.A. Grimbergen: It is as I feared... this Namli is much more elusive than I figured
Maglor the Singer: *listens
T.A. Grimbergen: Nay Sara... but it does strike my heart to see thee and Maglor in such discomforture
Mari Erilo: *looks at sara* you bleed badly and will attract those who would wish to drink of it *looks down* you should rest and heal
Saraphin: no
T.A. Grimbergen: Let me say a small prayer for you...
Saraphin: I healed. and got worse. so no. I am meant to be in pain
T.A. Grimbergen: Pain...perhaps, is part of the journey of the amulet-bearer -- but it musn't lead to death
Saraphin: not untill
Maglor the Singer: Aye, true words, Grimbergen
Saraphin: not untill she is born at least
Mari Erilo: *looks at sara* you should move on with out philip *shrugs* he cared not that you were bleeding and dieing
Saraphin: I must live untill then. I asked him to
T.A. Grimbergen: Phillip?
Saraphin: to take care of my children...
Maglor the Singer: How much of this self-destructive martyrdom must we be asked to endure?
T.A. Grimbergen: Your children?
Saraphin: the orphanage
Mari Erilo: *turns pale* you.. you had all.. those CHILDREN?
T.A. Grimbergen: Ah...
Saraphin: No
T.A. Grimbergen: My thoughts exactly, Mari...
Saraphin: I just care for them
Mari Erilo: *looks confused*
Saraphin: I have not yet had any of my own
Mari Erilo: how do you care for them when you are not there?
Saraphin: not... yet. I do not know. I must trust in Aphrodite
Mari Erilo: were they abondoned? left for dead?
Saraphin: *looks confused and upset
Mari Erilo: in the woods?
Saraphin: some of them are just there for school. oh, quit talking to me
Mari Erilo: *blinks*
Maglor the Singer: We have our own sad stories about children, eh, Grimbergen?
Mari Erilo: what did i doo
Philip Cruz'ado: Lady Sara?
Maglor the Singer: Like the young lad we found in the forest
Aron P'rezli: Hail
Mari Erilo: YOU
Maglor the Singer: That was killed in the fireball
Mari Erilo: *shakes her fist at philip* you fool!
Maglor the Singer: Thanks, my friend
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye...that lad...*looks down in dismay*
Philip Cruz'ado: I turned him over to the General. Who will have him Risen.
Saraphin: thank you Phillip
Maglor the Singer: We're carrying rather large burdens, eh?
Philip Cruz'ado: *nods* Thank you, my Lady.
Kadarr : [Shout] As the necklace tightens around Sara's neck you can see the marks around Maglor's neck
Saraphin: *looks at you with dead eyes*
Maglor the Singer: The rosters of the dead have grown. ugh!
Philip Cruz'ado: Your necklace.
Maglor the Singer: *clutches at neck for a moment. Come, we must move quickly onward
Maglor the Singer: Let's go on
Saraphin: I have been in there. *shudders*
Saraphin: The slavers
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
T.A. Grimbergen: Sklavers?
Aron P'rezli: mlady, please, stay back
T.A. Grimbergen: This cave has changed much, Maglor
Saraphin: This is where the slavers where. Are there amy left?
Maglor the Singer: ever is it thus, with Esirup, eh, Grimbergen. anyone know what's on the other side? things change
Mari Erilo: know you not the surroundings?
T.A. Grimbergen: It shall always be a surprise in Jacklepine
Mari Erilo: TREES!
Aron P'rezli: Ahhh!
Maglor the Singer: be careful
T.A. Grimbergen: Trees these are
Mari Erilo: *looks up at the large tree*
Aron P'rezli: wonderous giants!
Mari Erilo: *tries to wrap her arms around them*
Maglor the Singer: There may be beasts about
Aron P'rezli: *gets low to search for trodden paths or tracks*
Kadarr : [Shout] As Sara reaches the Black Leaf Forest the necklace stops choking her, and the red marks around Maglor's neck disappear
Maglor the Singer: Well, that's a relief
Aron P'rezli: what?
Maglor the Singer: Now that we're in the forest
T.A. Grimbergen: eh? oh! *notices maglor's neck
Maglor the Singer: the choking sensation is gone
Aron P'rezli: shall we continue ahead/
Maglor the Singer: We must have some business here
Saraphin: *nods lightly*
Maglor the Singer: Let's have a good look around
Aron P'rezli: *scans* and yet further east m'lords?
Mari Erilo: KU!
Aron P'rezli: *!*
Mari Erilo: Bandages did nothing to Philip Cruz'ado because they are alive. urhkogg. *backs up a gainst a tree* NO. DO NOT HEAL ME. STOP. *watches in horror*
Aron P'rezli: well swung master Philip
T.A. Grimbergen: Wretched creature!
Maglor the Singer: TOUGH SON OF A ......
T.A. Grimbergen: Mari -- why do you not welcomehealing?
Aron P'rezli: *aron stares in amazement at the palm of his hand* i saw it....
Philip Cruz'ado: I seem...less well trained
Aron P'rezli: I saw it
Maglor the Singer: Those fellows mean business!
Mari Erilo: NO
T.A. Grimbergen: MARI!
Aron P'rezli: *stares in disbelief* ..... I ..... saw it!
T.A. Grimbergen: What is the matter?!
Philip Cruz'ado: Eh? These seem..usual.
T.A. Grimbergen: What did you see?
Aron P'rezli: this happen. i saw it
Philip Cruz'ado: Why would an orc carry such a shield?
Aron P'rezli: early this morning. as I prayed to Mielikkie
Maglor the Singer: May I see it?
Philip Cruz'ado: If you like. The blade also seems not of orcish make.
Aron P'rezli: *shakes head*
T.A. Grimbergen: What vision did the Lady Mielikkie grant you, Aron?
Mari Erilo: RR' TU 'U HaNNHaZG?? RRHaN URHKOGG AG NRHaN? ZHaK 'U KUN GO RUHTG< TU 'U KUN GKUR, HHaKTG 'U RGN GRHaHO
Aron P'rezli: I saw the orcs. i saw the battle
Philip Cruz'ado: Though I know that device, Lord Maglor.
Aron P'rezli: i saw my friends being hurt. it all came to pass
Maglor the Singer: This blade is magical
Aron P'rezli: *shakes head*
T.A. Grimbergen: Dire prophetic visions indeed...
Aron P'rezli: Mari!
Philip Cruz'ado: Explains the balance.
Aron P'rezli: It came to pass. this is what I saw!
Mari Erilo: THIS IS TERRIBLE. TERRIBLE
Aron P'rezli: yes
Mari Erilo: My kin folk
Aron P'rezli: i am sorry
Philip Cruz'ado: my thanks, Lord Maglor.
Aron P'rezli: but you know their ways...
Maglor the Singer: tis nothign, my griend
Orc Axeman Master : [Shout] *in orc* cuz ye travel with da good ones, mes gonna eat use all
Maglor the Singer: What is the matter with Mari?
T.A. Grimbergen: Splendid shield!
Aron P'rezli: you hear that?
T.A. Grimbergen: You recall, that she was raised by orcs?
Aron P'rezli: can you convince them not to attack us?
Philip Cruz'ado: I did.
Maglor the Singer: I see
Mari Erilo: NROK GNHaKT POUHO RO! A GRHaHH GRUR 'U RUR AN AG TUKO
Aron P'rezli: that we mean them no harm now?
Mari Erilo: ruhtg goog nro rha' nu bohazo, kun agng, kun gruht, kun pur
Aron P'rezli: yess!
Maglor the Singer: Look out there!
Mari Erilo: HaHH OHGO AG ZURHaHTKOGG
Maglor the Singer: You there.....this doesn't have to end in violence
Orc Axeman Master: tok grur ro rur
Philip Cruz'ado: [Whisper] You might want to step back, m'lord.
Mari Erilo: Rr' tu 'u akrn?
Orc Axeman Master: go gnhago tha bhonn' uko
Aron P'rezli: everyone lower your weapons for a moment
Maglor the Singer: There's is a gutteral tongue
Philip Cruz'ado: *places the tip of his blade to the ground*
Aron P'rezli: it is actually rather entrancing when Mari utters it
Orc Axeman Master: rog rkkh' ro ohang tor
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] So... Aron and Mari...?
Mari Erilo: *laughs*
Maglor the Singer: Are you in love, Aron?
Mari Erilo: they wish to eat you
Aron P'rezli: *looks at Maglor oddly*
Maglor the Singer: *winks at Grimbergen
Aron P'rezli: *looks at Saraphin nervously*
T.A. Grimbergen: *grins
Orc Axeman Master: go ran tor rog ohan go nru
T.A. Grimbergen: Where is Lytha?
Mari Erilo: A goo, ag nroho ku unroh rha'?
Maglor the Singer: Wait
Aron P'rezli: these are your people?
Mari Erilo: They bear the markings of another clan *shakes her head*
Aron P'rezli: most impressive TA
Mari Erilo: there way is not of one to barter with, they take what they want
Philip Cruz'ado: Well struck indeed.
Maglor the Singer: Rather tough orcs
T.A. Grimbergen: Aron, what was more impressive was how quickly you sprang to her aid! That was the meaning of haste!
Mari Erilo: and right now
Aron P'rezli: I cannot hide my mistrust of the orcish ones
Mari Erilo: they wish to eat *shrugs* you can not fault a hungry man
Aron P'rezli: no offense to Mari intended
T.A. Grimbergen: So you say... especially when they deal with Mari, no?
Philip Cruz'ado: I can fault any that wish to make me their dinner, Mari.
Aron P'rezli: *looks at TA puzzlingly*
Mari Erilo: perhaps the city has over hunted these lands
Maglor the Singer: Well said, Cruzado!
Aron P'rezli: *shakes head8
T.A. Grimbergen: That gives them naught a license to hunt men
Mari Erilo: *looks down at her fists* what is left to eat in these woods T.A? see you a dear? :Deer: a rabit? a wolf?
T.A. Grimbergen: Look up, my dear -- you embraced it yourself -- fruit and nuts from the splendid trees!
Aron P'rezli: I am sure I could find some roots and grass that would provide sustennance, given proper time. are you alright?
Mari Erilo: *shakes her head* one can not live off that onle
Philip Cruz'ado: So are we to root them out?
Mari Erilo: :alone:
T.A. Grimbergen: Look!
Mari Erilo: ooc- ROFL
Aron P'rezli: *looks admiringly at the yellowish tinge on the leaves falling*
Maglor the Singer: It reminds me, Grimbergen, of the centaur creature that used to aid us, early on
T.A. Grimbergen: More than once, if I recall correctly
Mari Erilo: *shakes her head* what you can fault.. is the fact.. that they chose weapons over there words *shakes her head*
Maglor the Singer: Saved us many times, he did
T.A. Grimbergen: We are always indebted to the magical creatures of the forest
Maglor the Singer: aye
T.A. Grimbergen: True that, Mari
Philip Cruz'ado: I am certain Maglor agrees there, Mari.
Saraphin: [Whisper] TA
T.A. Grimbergen: Shieldmaiden Sara...
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] yes?
Maglor the Singer: Every villain thus far that has raised his blade against us has died a bloody death
Aron P'rezli: *seaches*
Saraphin: [Whisper] Why did you not feal the pain too?
Maglor the Singer: Except for Ranther......we have yet to deal with Ranther
Aron P'rezli: Maglor
Maglor the Singer: aye
Aron P'rezli: the Fletcher
Maglor the Singer: Yes?
Aron P'rezli: Isendar?
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] The amulet passes when a new bearer is found...but the strange thing is that Maglor shares your burden
Maglor the Singer: Yes?
Aron P'rezli: gave to me items with with to help fashion arrows and bolts, if my meager skills hold up
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] I can only say... there must be some other link between you two causing it...for good or ill
Saraphin: [Whisper] and why did you not come to our aid when the slavers came for me
Maglor the Singer: excellent
Aron P'rezli: :which:
Mari Erilo: *looks troubled*
Saraphin: [Whisper] The child?
Aron P'rezli: I'll need to start a fire. have we time?
Aron P'rezli: I have used my volley already
Saraphin: [Whisper] I just found out
Maglor the Singer: we will need to rest anyway
Aron P'rezli: *makes fire*
Maglor the Singer: and it is growing dark
Saraphin: ah, sleep
Small Fire to Make Arrows and Bolts: The campfire you have built just gives off enough heat to melt the glue for you to make arrows or bolts. So what you like to do?
Saraphin: That I need
Aron P'rezli: ahhh there. just hot enough. Make Arrows
Small Fire to Make Arrows and Bolts: Azer Fire Arrows
Aron P'rezli: Aye I want to use an arrow shaft, some Feathers, and an Azer Arrow Head to make arrows.
Maglor the Singer: *sings
T.A. Grimbergen: I'll grab some chestnuts and we can roast them
Maglor the Singer: *Many are the seeds I've sown
Aron P'rezli: there we go
Maglor the Singer: *Through Jackelpine's find breeze
Aron P'rezli: though I fear my raw materials are depleted now
Maglor the Singer: *It's women love and leave 'tis said. *Love gives no life of ease
Small Fire to Make Arrows and Bolts: The campfire you have built just gives off enough heat to melt the glue for you to make arrows or bolts. So what you like to do?
Aron P'rezli: Make Arrows
Saraphin: oooh
Maglor the Singer: I must rest
Saraphin: *yawns*
Maglor the Singer: I am weary
Aron P'rezli: i will stand watch
Saraphin: *steadies herself with the tree* Oooh
Maglor the Singer: Will you tell me more about your state of mind?
Mari Erilo: *sits cross legged, eyes fixed forward saying nothing*
Maglor the Singer: Or am I to guess at it by your silence?
Saraphin: *looks very distraught* amd I feel ill.
Maglor the Singer: I've told you before and I tell you now, I have many duties that do not allow me the luxury to spend my time where I will
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: and that is game folks... hang on....
Aron P'rezli: [Whisper] are we to tell Maglor of what we heard in the tavern the other day?
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