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The Brotherhood of Stone; a collection of works.
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 2:05 pm
by Nalo Jade
Hukdar Balfodin raised his clay mug and sipped water listening to his brothers, belch, flatulate and curse. They had arrived in Whitehorn.
(( This is intended to be an ongoing IC journal for the Brotherhood of Stone,
Please post relevent poems, narratives and descriptive tales of our exploits...be careful not to include meta information about statics and such... ))
Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 3:20 pm
by Nalo Jade
Hukdar held a fine white-plumed quill in his pudgy hand. He had been disgusted by his little hands all his life cursing his heritage for his thick fingers. He could not play the mandolin or the lute he new the cords and loved the sound but alas he could not play. He watched as the others students of the New Olamn swooned young nobles with the entrancing sound.
Now he sat here cold from the mountains cutting winds trembling to write down the events of the last ten-day. He looked at Ulnar who barabarically poured a canteen onto his face consuming maybe half of what he poured. How vile his brothers were...yet how brave and loyal. They scoffed him for his human ways and yet he knew they would not ever leave him, a small smile touched his face as he pulled his blanket tighter.
He looked at Ulnars rough hands and then at his own soft fat fingers. He curled his hand up in a meaty fist. In the firelight his fist looked like a small fruit and Ulnars looked like an Iron hammer. He was unfit for the lute and the axe. His journal was half full now. They needed more coin to fund a war, that what it would be, a war. The others seemed to think they would waltz into the keep and the "Black Orcs", would surrender. they would not, especially with a dragon at there back door.
He finished his writteing and curled up on the stoney ground, somehow it was a comforting feeling, the stone, at least it was something real.
...Today we found a human in the haunted mines we sought. He was torn apart by the unatural creatures we would find deeper in the mines. They seemed to be humans distorted and putrid with long claws and gaping maws they seemed voracially hungry...for flesh it seems. All they found today was steel. We collected some of the blue quartz rocks but need to aquire more. One of us will carry the body back to the camp and the rest of us shall delve deeper into the mines. I fear there will be more of these walking dead. I fear we may fail. I long to be accepted and these , although sometimes vulgar, new brothers. They do seem to accept me better than the humans that clapped in jest instead of actually being pleased. The notes from my trumpet and the war songs seem to inspire my brothers and that lifts my soul. Haela Brightaxe watchover us tomorrow.
-Hukdar Balfodin and the exploits of the Brotherhood of Stone.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 3:51 am
by Nalo Jade
...and then after a good while of back-breaking labor the quartz was freed from the stone, a gurgling was heard near the bloated corpses that lay in the small underground stream, the corpse began slowly pulling itself to its feet. The Brotherhood quickly dispatched the creature.
Now unable to find more quartz we delved deeper into the mines, the north passage smelled especially putrid. Comming to a door we listened and heard nothing but our own anxious breath. When the doors were cast open another of the green skinned undead sprang forward only to be cut down by Hrollief and the others. We have found another vein of quartz. The room had two doors one with ancient runes to the north and the other now barred with a pick axe gave us a small comfort as we worked the stone.
Still needing yet more fo the blue crystals we dared to open the rune covered door...here we found death itself waiting at least a dozen of the creatures swarmed forth our only recourse was to fallback after slaying twice our number and myself suffering from a wretching sickness and a wounded leg we thought it wise to bar this door as well. Soon a pounding was heard as we made our way to the entrance of the mines we heard the door crack and saw clawed hands reaching for us.
Now we rest and hope that Elshar will return from his ritual meditations in the slopes of these mountains. We will need all the help we can. Which reminds me we have a new brother, Deefar I believe he called himself...a strange thing as we left the entrance he called forth some power over vines and they sprang forth from the moist soil of the cave creating a wall of writhing green tentacles. We should make a note of this power over nature that seems more Elven than Dwarven, I think though that none of us think ill of him for it, as it was truly a blessing to have his aide.
-Hukdar Balfodin on the Exploits of the Brotherhood of Stone
Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 4:02 am
by Nalo Jade
A Dwarven War Chant.
*a long note on a battle horn*
Whoaaaa Whoaaaa Ahh Whoaaaa
Thun-der Strikes !
Thun-der Strikes !
Strong are the Sons of the MOUNTAIN !
Strong are the Sons of the MOUNTAIN !
*a long note on a battle horn*
Whoaaaa Whoaaaa Ahh Whoaaaa
Thunder in the Hearth
The forge is Burning bright
Thunder in the Hearth the Forge is burning bright !
Red steel, Red STEEL !! RED STEEL TONIGHT !!
*a long note on a battle horn*
Whoaaa Whoaaaa Ahh Whoaaaa
The Sons of the mountain are marching now,
There is no Stone, that can bar our pick
There is no Iron, that can resist our forge
There is no Orc, that can survive our Axe !
*a long note on a battle horn*
Ooooohh Whoaaa Ahh Whoaaa !!
The Sons of the MOUN-TAIN are marching NOW !!
*a long note on a battle horn*
Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 7:56 pm
by Nalo Jade
Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 8:05 pm
by Nalo Jade
Hukdar died of his leg wounds
