The Great Mother

Okay so I posted a short story here a long time ago from one of our D&D campaigns and it has been a really long time since I typed up another one. BUT today (when I should have been working) I started to think about last night D&D session and how it could have gone a bit different. I am not the world's best role player and I do try and stay in character but sometimes its hard. ( especially with the goof balls I play with). So I started typing it out this morning, the way in my head it should have played out.

And I'm not 100% sure on how the story is going to play out with these characters, I don't even know if this would ever happen but this is what I wanted to happen and sorry Slade (our DM or game master) if this is left field and doesn't work with the story line but last night got my brain going and I needed to write it out.

So here it is and be nice, I read for me and me alone. Sorry if there are grammar issues its been awhile.
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 Hadrogh watched as Odolan was dragged away by Svartal, the elk gently bite into the overgrown Orc's backplate and followed the others as he pulled his sleeping master along. The drow shook his head slightly with a small smile gracing his chapped, worry bitten lips as he watched the righteous filled Odolan sleeping peaceful slipped past thru the tree barrier and out of sight.  

"Great Mother, you must forgive him, Odolan speaks loudly and often but his heart is in the right place. He and Svartal have proven themselves more than once in battle that they are here for the greater good. " The young drow started as he turned back the council of druids.  

The small ancient, weathered woman turned her head to regard the drow who still stood in front of them.  Her small, aged hands gripped her living staff as if to reassure that it was still there.  

"As we said before, Young Hadrogh, your companions are strange. But you are the children of destiny, it is not my place to question that. " Her voice rang  raspy but clear for a person of her age, as if with some hidden strength. "You have grown so much since the last I saw you, tell me more of this land you visited." She motioned for him to step closer. He nodded, not expecting to get told to stay and took only three steps closer to the most powerful druids in the realm.  

"In all my life I had never thought that I, a mere ranger would travel to another plain. I had often wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like. But... I did not even realize it happened. The last thing I remember was being in just outside of camp, it was late. Mirabelle and I were settling in for the night," he paused as Mirabelle headbutted him as the mention of her name and began to purr loudly. "The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a room with Eadou,Odolan, Jarall and an elk."  The great mother smiled as the pair that stood in front of her. 

"Traveling through plains feels different for everyone, whom ever sent you to that land clearly didn't want you to hesitate. "  

"In this Grove you are sending us, will I find this being who sent me to Ebarron?" He asked with hope in his red eyes.  

"I cannot say what or whom we will encounter while you are there but what you find will keep you on the right path, the path of ending all this bloodshed."  As she spoke some of the other council member began to speak among themselves.  Hadrogh nodded and looked down at the forest floor.  

"Great mother, you said that you were there when I was born....then you can tell me that my mother is who everyone has always told me she is. " he asked still staring at the grass and leaves on the ground, his voice almost a whisper. The great mother shifted slightly in her chair and a frown formed on her withered face.  

"You doubt your origins Hadrogh? Even after these past three months?"  

His head snapped up. "I-I've had never met another person like me before this at least. I've been told since I was little that I was the son of Mielikki. This is the first time I've ever felt like that was true. "  

"Child, never doubt that Mielikki is not with you, she is the strength that  helps your arrows fly true. Just because she doesn’t not present herself to you, does not mean she has abandoned you." She pauses a moment and begins to stand using her staff for support. Taking well measured steps towards Hadrogh, who is staring nervously at her. The other druids stop talking as they to watch the great mother make her way to the young drow. The grass around her feet seems to be giving new life each time her feet touch the ground. "She watches over all those who are devoted to her," the air within the circle of trees becomes warm and Hadrogh feels as though he is being surrounded by positive energy, a feeling almost as a lovely embrace. The great mother reaches up with a withered hand and cups Hadrogh's cheek, her touch is warm and soft disbit her weathered looking hands.  "She cares for all her children, never forget that." As she speaks her voice becomes that of a much younger woman and her aged eyes seem to flicker with pride as she stares at Hadrogh.  

The drow was overwhelmed with emotion all at once, he didn't have the strength to speak. He continued to stare down at the great mother standing before him, with watery eyes. Mirabelle began to  purr loudly.  A bright smile was all he can manage as she withdraws her hand and the warmth slowly faded away.  

"Now, you and your companions must be prepare yourselves for this journey, this task set in front of you. We will call for you in the morning" Her voice is a raspy as ever.  A few of the druids presume murmuring again.  

"Yes, Great Mother," he nods. As he and Mirabelle turn away and begin walking towards the entrance way of the trees, he could still feel a small amount of that energy and relished in its embrace.  As they exited the trees, the opening soon closed with another tree taking its place.  

Hadrogh made his way over to Cas and the others, to see Odolan was awake and making friends (loudly) with the halfings of the Grinning Pony mercenaries group. He grinned as Jarall was aruging with "fock yu" and Eadou leaning on his hammer as if bored out of lizard skull.  

Cas turned to Hadrogh and clasped him on the shoulder, "Brother! You have to tell me about your adventures before you disappear again!" He grinned and laughed. Hadrogh grinned back and returned the friendly gesture with his own. 

"Oh course, but first food and drink." 

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May darkness take your soul!!

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"Someone who once sent us to our deaths..."

{"Who was that dwarf, Jean?" Asher asked.

"Oh just someone who once sent us to our deaths...." Jean replied

"Us?" Asher asked

Jean turned his head towards the younger man

"Your mother and I."}

          'What were the odds?' Asher thought to himself as his nimble fingers began picking the lock in front of him, this old dungeon jail cell was probably the simplest lock the young man has ever picked. It only took a few minutes for him to hear the 'click' the tell tale sign of all the gears lining up to unlock, with all the dust and rust coating the lock, Asher was almost beginning to wonder when the last time it was opened. As he took the lock off he felt to trickle of blood from his nose, with a sleeve he wiped it away his injuries from the battle he had just fled would have to wait including his broken nose. Entering the cell he glanced that the larger form on the other side of the small filthy prison, the Qurtai was chained and with shallow breathing seemed to be undisturbed.  The young assassin turned his attention back to his main target the smaller form of the dwarf Jean had spoken with earlier. The dwarf too was chained, dressed in rags and the smell was quite unbearable coming off of him,  'How something so small could be so smelly, Maker how long they have been down here?' the youth thought to himself. Asher bent down and grabbed with both hands fist full of what was once a shirt on the dwarf raising him up in to the air, his bare feet brushing the stone floor, with a few rough shakes he finally awoke with a groan of pain.

     "Aurgh!" he groaned out, "W-what? W-who--"

"Do you know a woman named Kendra?" Asher growled out through clenched teeth, giving the dwarf a slightly less rough shake to keep him awake. His strong hand tighten as the dwarf's eyes widen at the name. 

"K-ken? Kendra?" the starving dwarf managed to whisper out as he locked eyes with the young man before him who shared the same eyes as his long dead friend and a face that looked familiar but he couldn't remember.Clearly frustrated with the dwarf's lack of information Asher slammed him into the wall and a painful memory flashed through the dwarf's mind, one he thought long forgotten. 

How this nobleman managed to not only find him but also get through all six of his bodyguards was unbelievable Haldrin thought to himself, as the nobleman continued to pummel him with his fists.  The crazed man busted down the door of his office shouting about a woman, demanding to know where she was. 

"Where is she!  You were the last person to see her before she left! Where is Kendra! Where is my wife!" he shouted with such uncontrollable rage in his voice. The last punch had slicing open Haldrin's cheek on one of the rings on his hand. 

"Ken? You wanna know about K-Kendra?" the dwarf choked out from under the weight of the man's hand on his throat, he flinched in pain as the man applied pressure to his now broken collar bone . "She left about a month ago, I-I haven't heard from her, t-they missed the drop point." 

"Missed?!" the man's widened with fear, his grip tighten, "Where did you sent her?!" He slammed the dwarf into the desk as he began to struggle against the man's grip. 

"Arugh! IT was a lyrium delivery! And I've got my employer breathing down my neck for not getting his delivery, pretty boy!" Haldrin spit out at the human and continued to struggle against the death grip he was being held in. 

"Lyrium! Are you telling me you sent her to the deep-roads?!" 

"She knew the risks, now get your hands off me you piece of shi--" the dwarf began only to a quick jib to the throat cut him off, sending him into a coughing fit trying to find his breath.

"You sent my wife to her death, your 'employer' is the least of your worries right now." the man growled at the helpless creature he had pinned to the desk, glaring down at him with hate-fulled eyes. There was no way of telling if Kendra was alive or die but none of party made it back to him and his contact they had spoken had gone missing. If she hadn't returned be now, she probably never was.

It seemed like hours had come and gone by the time the man was done torturing the dwarf and nothing could have prepared Haldrin for the pain from his own letter opener, he clung to consciousness longer enough to see the man talking slowly to himself with tears streaming down his face, the only words he heard were, "How am I going to tell Asher?" more tears streamed down his face, he let out a small sob and the world went dark. 

A painful shake against the stone wall of the prison bought the dwarf back to the present and as he stared into the eyes of the young man before him, he could only wonder if this was 'Asher'. As he opened his dried and cracked lips to ask the youth pinned him against the wall with one arm and gripped his throat with the other. Coughing the dwarf and stealing what breathe he had left.

"When you see her again, tell her the others will be joining her soon."  

With a small movement from Asher's wrist against the dwarf's neck a hidden blade slide seamless into the thick neck of the defeat-less dwarf. Blood bubbled from his lips as he tried to speak but no words were formed. Asher held him there into all life had drained from his eyes and only then did he release his hold and let the body drop to the ground with a thud. Turning away from the corpse he existed the jail cell and put away his hidden blade just as his companions come walking down the hallway. He went to join them when once again he felt the trickle of blood from his nose.

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Right so this was something quick that popped up into my mind the other night when we played D&D this happened in our campaign just not at detailed and the dwarf, Haldrin didn't recognize Kendra's name at the time. BUT he is in fact the person who sent Kendra and her group (one of our past campaigns) on a mission that went soul fast. I'm pretty sure Haldrin had been locked in the dungeon for five to six years, so I'm shocked his still alive.

Just a little something.... don;t mind my awful writing skills. 

Settle down with me

 Right lets jump right into what happened over the weekend for me! We had my sister's bridal shower and to the left is some of the decorations that we made, when I say 'we' I mean myself It was Minnie themed with tons and tons of ladybugs everywhere. (My sister loves ladybugs) All and all the day was good there were certain things that got on my nerves but it doesn't matter, my sister was happy so I was happy. The wedding next month! >_< so nervous!

The next photo is the almost finished Sakura / Dwarf costume I've been working on for a few weeks now, I've been loving the fact that I havn't spent any money on this costume so far,  I do know that when it comes to the axe and bed roll I will need to break down and purchase some supplies. Oh well./

 Two of my awesome friends just came back from Dragon*Con (they go every year, jealous) and they both have Grey Warden costumes. I've JUST finished the first game and we've played a D&D campaign in the DragonAge world so I've completely fallen in love with the world and everything that has to do with Dragon Age. The next step? Making my own Grey Warden .

I'm probably gonna do a rouge or scout, I'm not of mage gal myself and the warrior has a bit of armor work to it. So maybe, there is no time limit on this costume tho I would love to surpise my friends with it at Rhode Island Comic Con in November but I don't think its in the budget. Blah of well.

I also don't have good memerioes of working with scupley but this time it work really really well. I'm kinda happy with the symbol I may just redo it all together.

Cpt. Gideon...

"I once sailed for a king. I obeyed greedy, power hunger women and men    of privilege and wealth, spent most of my adult life sailing beside them too. But now, I bend my knee to no other captain. I serve for the greater good for all the races of this realm   . My only oath is to my crew    and together we set the world    right again. With the hopes that one day our children    need not know the empty feeling of losing their loved ones. And because of that no elemental lords will stop us, not even you Shay…"

-Cpt. Addison Gideon of Thasaad’s Cutless.

( written on scrap of parchment left somewhere in her captain’s cabin    - reassuring herself that she is indeed    doing this for all the right reasons. )


{sorry this little clip is kind of random thoughts I've been having about Addison.... she is fighting a battle within herself , so that on day others will experience what she has.  Bare with me on this one ... I think I might start posting some more...}