Post by Spus on Feb 26, 2008 20:43:59 GMT -5
Going to finish out the story of the campaign through somewhat episodic prose updates. Closest I'll ever do to Fanfiction probably, don't like writing other people's characters too much.
If you want, I grant the Ex-members of the campaign freedom to look over the draft of the book I've been crazily working on these two months which killed the campaign. It's become a lot different from the campaign world sure, as it's about as similar to it as red and blue in the fact both are colors.
In .doc format
www.sendspace.com/file/snompe
But for now, first prose update, look for them daily or by-daily.
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The door to the office opens, as Kroitz, Bolgrim, Mase, Isha, and Kirin walk into the room, in that order. Zohar is still seated at his desk, going over his various tomes and spellbooks for the morning. It seems as if he never went to sleep, no one ever hearing of him leaving his office and there being no presence of any sort of bed to be seen in his office. Despite clearly taking no form of rest, the Wizard seems as wide and awake as much as man of his age can be. “Gentlemen...and lady.” he says, greeting the five. Bolgrim falls to the back, biting his tongue, not wanting to say something to break the diplomacy.
“I have some distressing news you may wish to hear, Lord Zohar.” Kroitz spoke, stepping forward.
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“It seems that some people you have put confidence for your goals are less enthusiastic about it then they would let on.”
Zohar raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you turn on me then?”
“Yes.” Kirin added.
“Will you be quiet?” responded Mase.
“Well we can take him. It's five on one.”
“Killing him won't fix anything.”
“Makes for one less wizard in the world...” a low grumbling from the back mentions.
“Hey, he dies, his people stop fighting Lambert's people, they join up, flush out Kasians. Problem solved.” Kirin explained.
“Guys, Guys! Calm down! No one needs to die!” pleads the token girl.
“Are they done yet?” Zohar came off as more confused than anything. “What are you people talking about?”
Kroitz scoffed. “Landis and Lars are not here because Ralos wants a business partnership. They are here because Ralos wants Uzinia.”
Zohar let out a deep low sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Sometimes I think I am too trusting of people.”
“You think?” Kirin snapped.
“Stop it!” Isha demanded of Kirin.
“I trusted Niander five years ago not to destroy the country with his little war with Jal'Nareth. I trusted Lambert not to turn this country into a dictatorship. I now trusted Kasios to stay by it's word. All three times, I have been wrong.”
“Why do you think you can trust us now?” Kirin questioned.
Mase gave Kirin an eye. “Are you working against us on purpose?”
“I shouldn't trust you so openly either. What you say however, seems likely all the same.”
“Then what are you going to do about it, Lord Zohar?”
He sits for a brief period in contemplative silence. “I am going to request they withdraw, that the deal is off. If I cannot win back the tower under my own power, I am not going to risk turning it over to Kasians. An Uzinia ruled by Lambert is still an Uzinia ruled by Uzinians. While not as good as one ruled by the wizards, it is far superior to that ruled by gold and other Kasian tomfoolery.” He stood tall, rising from his chair. “If you would excuse me.”
Zohar walked from the room. The five turned to follow, if only out of curiosity. Up the stairs they went, as Zohar scanned the room that had once been a classroom. It was covered with the drunken bodies of mage fighter and Kasian alike. Zohar walked across the room, avoiding the bodies of his people the best he could to reach the table of the conscious Lars and Landis. “I come here bearing news,” the aged wizard spoke.
“What kind of news? Good or bad?” Landis questioned, scowling towards Bolgrim and the rest of the five.
“That I do not know, because I am not sure of your true intentions.”
“Have you been talking to them?”
“Yes. They have pointed out a frightening possibility that I am unsure is true.”
“They didn't come in with me. I'm telling you that. I think their rats from Lambert.”
“That very well may be true as well, but it doesn't change the possibility they pointed out.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“That you have lied to me. That this is of a plot for Kasios to claim Uzinia as it's own, or at best, a puppet state.”
Landis's expression spewed venom towards the five, in particular, Bolgrim. Just hated him more, he couldn't figure out why. “It is a business order from Lord Ralos, and nothing more, Zohar.”
“I cannot determine that, and I have chosen to take no chances. I am relieving you and your men of your duty. Please leave my city.”
“I beg you to reconsider.”
“My decision has been made, Landis. Please gather your men and leave my city.”
Landis stood, and cackled a little bit. A few of his groggy men recovered enough to see what was going on. They had seen that this may happen, however, a few of the mage fighters rose as well. Their loyalty was to Zohar, and eyed that the Kasian grunts were inching their hands toward their own blades. The five stepped forward as well, signaling Lars to awaken from his drunken stupor. He pulled out a six shooter and trained it on his drinking buddies from the night before. He knew who his real friends were.
“I'm sorry, I'm not going home without this country in my possession. I'm sure your new buddies will perfectly understand why.” He grabbed for his halberd. “If I have to hack both you and Lambert to death myself, dammit, I will.”
“It's a bit foolish don't you think? You can't take out Lambert without Zohar's help.” Kroitz observed.
“I'm the one working against us?” Kirin noted to Mase.
“You heard him Zohar.” Landis stated.
“I also heard a confession. You can leave my city or I will force you to leave myself.” Balls of red light began to hover about Zohar's right hand.
“Fuck that, I ain't listening to no geezer. Just a bunch of nerds, some old man and a few rejects. Sure I can call in some reinforcements if I establish myself here.”
“The hell you won't.” Bolgrim had once again hastily drew his blade.
“Not much of a conflict here on who is the problem.” said Mase, doing the same.
“Always...Always violence.” Isha stepped back, worried, as Kirin leveled his own firearm at Lars.
“It's only a question of who's going to shoot first.”
If you want, I grant the Ex-members of the campaign freedom to look over the draft of the book I've been crazily working on these two months which killed the campaign. It's become a lot different from the campaign world sure, as it's about as similar to it as red and blue in the fact both are colors.
In .doc format
www.sendspace.com/file/snompe
But for now, first prose update, look for them daily or by-daily.
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The door to the office opens, as Kroitz, Bolgrim, Mase, Isha, and Kirin walk into the room, in that order. Zohar is still seated at his desk, going over his various tomes and spellbooks for the morning. It seems as if he never went to sleep, no one ever hearing of him leaving his office and there being no presence of any sort of bed to be seen in his office. Despite clearly taking no form of rest, the Wizard seems as wide and awake as much as man of his age can be. “Gentlemen...and lady.” he says, greeting the five. Bolgrim falls to the back, biting his tongue, not wanting to say something to break the diplomacy.
“I have some distressing news you may wish to hear, Lord Zohar.” Kroitz spoke, stepping forward.
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“It seems that some people you have put confidence for your goals are less enthusiastic about it then they would let on.”
Zohar raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you turn on me then?”
“Yes.” Kirin added.
“Will you be quiet?” responded Mase.
“Well we can take him. It's five on one.”
“Killing him won't fix anything.”
“Makes for one less wizard in the world...” a low grumbling from the back mentions.
“Hey, he dies, his people stop fighting Lambert's people, they join up, flush out Kasians. Problem solved.” Kirin explained.
“Guys, Guys! Calm down! No one needs to die!” pleads the token girl.
“Are they done yet?” Zohar came off as more confused than anything. “What are you people talking about?”
Kroitz scoffed. “Landis and Lars are not here because Ralos wants a business partnership. They are here because Ralos wants Uzinia.”
Zohar let out a deep low sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Sometimes I think I am too trusting of people.”
“You think?” Kirin snapped.
“Stop it!” Isha demanded of Kirin.
“I trusted Niander five years ago not to destroy the country with his little war with Jal'Nareth. I trusted Lambert not to turn this country into a dictatorship. I now trusted Kasios to stay by it's word. All three times, I have been wrong.”
“Why do you think you can trust us now?” Kirin questioned.
Mase gave Kirin an eye. “Are you working against us on purpose?”
“I shouldn't trust you so openly either. What you say however, seems likely all the same.”
“Then what are you going to do about it, Lord Zohar?”
He sits for a brief period in contemplative silence. “I am going to request they withdraw, that the deal is off. If I cannot win back the tower under my own power, I am not going to risk turning it over to Kasians. An Uzinia ruled by Lambert is still an Uzinia ruled by Uzinians. While not as good as one ruled by the wizards, it is far superior to that ruled by gold and other Kasian tomfoolery.” He stood tall, rising from his chair. “If you would excuse me.”
Zohar walked from the room. The five turned to follow, if only out of curiosity. Up the stairs they went, as Zohar scanned the room that had once been a classroom. It was covered with the drunken bodies of mage fighter and Kasian alike. Zohar walked across the room, avoiding the bodies of his people the best he could to reach the table of the conscious Lars and Landis. “I come here bearing news,” the aged wizard spoke.
“What kind of news? Good or bad?” Landis questioned, scowling towards Bolgrim and the rest of the five.
“That I do not know, because I am not sure of your true intentions.”
“Have you been talking to them?”
“Yes. They have pointed out a frightening possibility that I am unsure is true.”
“They didn't come in with me. I'm telling you that. I think their rats from Lambert.”
“That very well may be true as well, but it doesn't change the possibility they pointed out.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“That you have lied to me. That this is of a plot for Kasios to claim Uzinia as it's own, or at best, a puppet state.”
Landis's expression spewed venom towards the five, in particular, Bolgrim. Just hated him more, he couldn't figure out why. “It is a business order from Lord Ralos, and nothing more, Zohar.”
“I cannot determine that, and I have chosen to take no chances. I am relieving you and your men of your duty. Please leave my city.”
“I beg you to reconsider.”
“My decision has been made, Landis. Please gather your men and leave my city.”
Landis stood, and cackled a little bit. A few of his groggy men recovered enough to see what was going on. They had seen that this may happen, however, a few of the mage fighters rose as well. Their loyalty was to Zohar, and eyed that the Kasian grunts were inching their hands toward their own blades. The five stepped forward as well, signaling Lars to awaken from his drunken stupor. He pulled out a six shooter and trained it on his drinking buddies from the night before. He knew who his real friends were.
“I'm sorry, I'm not going home without this country in my possession. I'm sure your new buddies will perfectly understand why.” He grabbed for his halberd. “If I have to hack both you and Lambert to death myself, dammit, I will.”
“It's a bit foolish don't you think? You can't take out Lambert without Zohar's help.” Kroitz observed.
“I'm the one working against us?” Kirin noted to Mase.
“You heard him Zohar.” Landis stated.
“I also heard a confession. You can leave my city or I will force you to leave myself.” Balls of red light began to hover about Zohar's right hand.
“Fuck that, I ain't listening to no geezer. Just a bunch of nerds, some old man and a few rejects. Sure I can call in some reinforcements if I establish myself here.”
“The hell you won't.” Bolgrim had once again hastily drew his blade.
“Not much of a conflict here on who is the problem.” said Mase, doing the same.
“Always...Always violence.” Isha stepped back, worried, as Kirin leveled his own firearm at Lars.
“It's only a question of who's going to shoot first.”