CH. 8: Reunion
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:52 pm
It is Ruebon 02, 313, at 9:00 AM. It's a clear, lovely summer day on the island of Hashadeth, in the simple and unassuming fishing village of Condletun. It's 80 degrees and there's barely a cloud in the sky.
(Jocelyn Blaine, Temple of Octhanus)
It was another typical morning for Jocelyn. It's strange to think that she had spent nearly a year running this temple. She had done what she could to help improve the place and bring in more money and worshipers. But was it enough, she wondered? Most of the villagers had come to accept her now, although there were a few holdouts who wanted nothing to do with her.
Still, despite the stress, it had been a quiet year. Not at all like the few weeks she had spent sailing the high seas, fighting off evil tribals, hunting down a maniacal murderer, making contact with a new race, or shooting down black dragons.
Having just finished breakfast, and listened to Linwood drone on about finances and expenses, she was now free to begin her day.
(Ouragana Stormbride, Pineapple Field)
After months of teaching navigation to new students, Ouragana had been selected for a different task.
The mayor of some backward village called Condletun was a mage, and a former student. The headmaster needed someone to deliver an important letter to him, and somehow, Ouragana had drawn the proverbial short straw.
The letter needed to arrive sooner than later, so the headmaster decided to teleport Ouragana directly to the village. However, there was no way to retrieve her, so she'd have to find a way back on her own.
The whole thing almost seemed like an elaborate ruse to get rid of her, although she couldn't fathom why that would be the case. Perhaps it was just bad luck. In any case, she finds herself materializing in a the middle of a pineapple farm in the northwest part of the village. Nobody is around, which is good. Explaining herself would have been difficult, and you never know how peasants will react to such magic.
(Areilon Landon, Harbor)
After a largely uneventful year of working the Bullring on routine merchant routes, the Bullring arrived at Condletun to drop off Areilon. The harbor, obviously designed more for fishing boats than galleons, was too small for the ship. So Areilon had to be transported via rowboat. After saying her good-byes to the officers and crew, she boarded the rowboat was and rowed to the harbor.
"Good luck," Javos says, one of the sailors who rowed her to shore. "We'll be heading down to Immerfort now. Perhaps we'll meet again someday."
And shortly after that, the massive ship took off to the south, leaving Areilon on her own again, a number of fishermen staring at the well-dressed elf, who stuck out like a sore thumb in such a rustic hamlet.
(Val Urgun, southern shore near the boatwright)
After nearly a year of riding around on Mist, randomly stopping at different places, Val found herself coming ashore in the village of Condletun, a place she had never been before. There was a very small island just south of the village, with a bridge leading to the mainland, and that is where Mist dropped her off. There was a building nearby, over the river itself, where someone worked on fishing boats. A couple of the hired hands stopped and stared at her, as a half-orc being dropped off by an orca was no doubt an unusual sight.
(Jocelyn Blaine, Temple of Octhanus)
It was another typical morning for Jocelyn. It's strange to think that she had spent nearly a year running this temple. She had done what she could to help improve the place and bring in more money and worshipers. But was it enough, she wondered? Most of the villagers had come to accept her now, although there were a few holdouts who wanted nothing to do with her.
Still, despite the stress, it had been a quiet year. Not at all like the few weeks she had spent sailing the high seas, fighting off evil tribals, hunting down a maniacal murderer, making contact with a new race, or shooting down black dragons.
Having just finished breakfast, and listened to Linwood drone on about finances and expenses, she was now free to begin her day.
(Ouragana Stormbride, Pineapple Field)
After months of teaching navigation to new students, Ouragana had been selected for a different task.
The mayor of some backward village called Condletun was a mage, and a former student. The headmaster needed someone to deliver an important letter to him, and somehow, Ouragana had drawn the proverbial short straw.
The letter needed to arrive sooner than later, so the headmaster decided to teleport Ouragana directly to the village. However, there was no way to retrieve her, so she'd have to find a way back on her own.
The whole thing almost seemed like an elaborate ruse to get rid of her, although she couldn't fathom why that would be the case. Perhaps it was just bad luck. In any case, she finds herself materializing in a the middle of a pineapple farm in the northwest part of the village. Nobody is around, which is good. Explaining herself would have been difficult, and you never know how peasants will react to such magic.
(Areilon Landon, Harbor)
After a largely uneventful year of working the Bullring on routine merchant routes, the Bullring arrived at Condletun to drop off Areilon. The harbor, obviously designed more for fishing boats than galleons, was too small for the ship. So Areilon had to be transported via rowboat. After saying her good-byes to the officers and crew, she boarded the rowboat was and rowed to the harbor.
"Good luck," Javos says, one of the sailors who rowed her to shore. "We'll be heading down to Immerfort now. Perhaps we'll meet again someday."
And shortly after that, the massive ship took off to the south, leaving Areilon on her own again, a number of fishermen staring at the well-dressed elf, who stuck out like a sore thumb in such a rustic hamlet.
(Val Urgun, southern shore near the boatwright)
After nearly a year of riding around on Mist, randomly stopping at different places, Val found herself coming ashore in the village of Condletun, a place she had never been before. There was a very small island just south of the village, with a bridge leading to the mainland, and that is where Mist dropped her off. There was a building nearby, over the river itself, where someone worked on fishing boats. A couple of the hired hands stopped and stared at her, as a half-orc being dropped off by an orca was no doubt an unusual sight.