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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 15:49:14 GMT -5
Along the western road heading away from the capital of Cormyr, any travellers walking in that direction towards Shallybrook will find a trail of fresh blood leading up into the mountains. The trail continues and ends at the lake below the Falcon's Forge, where the body of a dead Calishite woman resides. Her flesh has been marred slightly by the presence of hungry scavengers...
// This is an open RP session and has already been roleplayed out between myself (Zenobia) and another player. Anyone is welcome to participate.
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 16:24:43 GMT -5
*A woodsman returns from his long trip from the mountains, ready to continue digging up his old cave. An odd reflection caught his eye in the small pond by his old home. He creeps down the hill to find it is not a reflection in the night but a body in the water. He pulls the body up the slopes and runs to the forge to check to see if the Falcons have seen anything*
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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 16:36:21 GMT -5
*The Calishite woman's hair is bloody and mussed, and her dark, well-fitted attire has been entirely stained by the dirt of the ground and her bloody wounds*
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 17:22:53 GMT -5
*The woodsman runs down the hills back to the body after speaking with the Falcons. He pulls a scroll from a small case in his pack and holds a hand over her chest. The woodsman slowly recites the divine words to bring back the woman from dead using the scroll.*
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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 17:27:58 GMT -5
*The woman's eyes open slowly, as she absorbs her surroundings with fear and curiousity combined. She pushes up carefully from the ground and stares at the woodsman in front of her*
"What...? Where am I? Who are you..?" *Her tone is calm, but there is a great sense of concern in her expression*
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 17:42:16 GMT -5
"Quiet, be still. You have be severely injured."
*He holds his hands over her body, filling the body with immense amounts of positive energy and healing her wounds. The woodsman knees down beside her and rests a comforting hand on her shoulder. He is dressed in leathers and furs. A dark green cloak is draped over his shoulders and a hood of the same color is pulled over his head. The woodsman looks down at her with concern*
"My name is Padrin. I used to live near by. I have a camp just up the hill but lie here, you will be tired. We are in a nestled valley, few ever come this way. I will get you some warmer clothes and a blanket, wait here."
*Padrin races back up the hill towards a small waterfall*
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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 17:48:45 GMT -5
*The Calishite frowns briefly but complies with the man's order, lying down on the ground and awaiting his return*
"How did this happen to me..?" *She mumbles to herself in Alzhedo*
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 17:58:25 GMT -5
*Padrin returns with a bundle of dry clothes and blankets.*
"Here put these on, there is no one around to watch and I will turn. We are very secluded out here. You will need plenty of rest and I have food and shelter. Come and join me when you feel ready."
*Padrin turns and makes his way up to the firelight in the distance*
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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 18:01:38 GMT -5
*Accepting the bundle of clothes and blankets, she offers a small smile of appreciation towards the woodsman*
"You have my sincere gratitude, Padrin. I will be with you in a moment, then."
*The Calishite turns around and removes her stained clothing quickly and efficiently, patting herself down with one of the blankets and soon changing into the dry clothes. She makes her way over to the fireplace after a few minutes and sits down, opposite the woodsman, watching him curiously*
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 18:19:40 GMT -5
*he prods the fire with a stick, then tosses a small bag of fruit over to the lady*
Eat, you are likely to be very hungry after what you had gone through. What is your name miss?
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Post by MagicDust on Dec 19, 2013 18:25:37 GMT -5
*She catches the bag and takes a look inside it, removing an apple and taking a small bite. She looks over at Padrin again, speaking in a soft voice*
"I am Zenobia Lujirah. I recently arrived in Cormyr, originally hailing from Almraiven, Calimshan.. I have no memory of what happened to me, or how I even woke up in this valley."
*The fruit seemingly provides her with enough sustinence to continue the conversation with ease, although she does not seem too keen on speaking in great detail*
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Post by DM Grizwald on Dec 19, 2013 19:00:01 GMT -5
*He prods the fire a bit more*
"I found you in the lake....*just seems to leave it at that*..you may camp here as long as you like. Recover your strength. I have a great deal of things to do. If you need anything, there is a cabin ontop of the hill. They are the falcons. Feel free to ask them for anything and tell them that you are Padrin's company. Rest now, save your strength. It is a long walk back to town.
*he hands her some coin*
"It isn't much but it should get you back on your feet. Be well"
*Padrin gets up and wanders away, slowly blending into the hills*
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