Worlde Arcane: STOP before passing- Orc Road Block

Worlde Arcane: Aniada: Green Forest: The Lorimar Road 5: The Goblin Stretch: STOP before passing- Orc Road Block

Churt has constructed a defensive position where the Skulled Road meets the Goblin Stretch. The official position of Churt is that the fortifications are necessary to curb attacks on its trade routs by brigands and savages. Most however suspect the true purpose of these structures is to establish a protected staging area from which to conduct raids into the rich farm lands that lay to the south of its kingdom. The primary defences consist of a wood palisade and two watchtowers. A wizards tower is also under construction.

Logs may be pulled across the road to obstruct traffic if required, but no gate bars movement along the road. The orcs here are most likely too concerned with attacks from savages or with their own affairs to interfere with small groups of travellers or merchants. Most travelling along this stretch of road may walk through without incident. Be forewarned however, as the orc is never a predictable creature. It is advisable to put yer head down and keep moving forward, stop only if ordered to.

The area remains under construction, and likely will for some time. Numbers of guards and slaves are subject to change.

Map of the Roadblock April 6, 2006 - 3:28 am

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By Imp (Imp)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 5:41 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Imp raised two clenched fists to the sky. Arrrgggh! It could've be seen as a gesture of victory. But it was really frustration. Damnation! What does it take to get some blood spilled?! Gods and ghosts! I'm trying my best here...!

"Ahhh... Yesss... Lady Jillian. Yes, indeed, we must appraise the pearl. It is big! I sure am curious at its worth." He decided it was time to show her a piece of his mind then. He looked up at her and said just loud enough for her ears, "Just the same, what a chance we lost for a great victory for House Griphon. Well... such is life. I guess I'll go climb into the wagon yonder, for the journey shall be boring, I'm sure." Imp hung his head, staring at the ground... and waiting for a reply.

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd Daughter of Duke Griphon, Lady (Jillian)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006 - 8:27 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Before riding forward on the road again, Lady Jillian responded primly while lookng down towards the imp, "On the contrary, Mister Imp. We have indeed won great victory for House Griphon here today, for the King of Churt shall hear soon of my suit for weregeld, which shall then be distributed amongst the next of kin of those noncombatants so foully slain by the armed forces of Churt." The fact she was skipping forward a few steps with this statement never seemed to cross the mind of the Daughter of a Duke..."As well," her Ladyship continued, "we shall now pass yon orcan works without bloodshed...At least without the shedding of any House Griphon blood!" she giggled quietly at this last, not being able to resist a look of triumph towards Sergeant Saradush though. "But do travel upon our wagon, Mister Imp. Though again, I must disagree with thee," the highborn and bred girl answered, "For I do find travel far from boring. Why, this night should see us again in the Duchy of Cabermyr, a place of heroes I had never seen 'till some weeks past!" she reminisced happily.

After riding forward and speaking briefly with Commander Vultog, who clearly had concerns of his own which went far beyond her party right now, Lady Jillian did in fact merely nod her head at his response, saying nothing further. Though his orc visage was most alien to the civilized noblegirl, it yet somehow quite reminded her of the expressions on the faces of many of her university professors, after she had given one of her particularly clever answers to some conundrum posed the class...

"Do carry on to Churt then, Mister Paden," the young Voice of Duke Griphon called out as she rode past the turnoff to Churt, once Commander Vultog had promised the escort. "And remember, Justice and Right be on thy side," she added what she thought was encouragement...

And with that, and a toss of her long hair, Lady Jillian rode onwards at the van of her colourful military column, eastward on LORIMAR ROAD 5.

By Wallince (Wallince)

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 6:53 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Wallince, inspired by the sudden surge of mobilisation in the caravan, said to Esterhazy: "Now look, friend. I've nothing but salted kippers and dry biscuit in my bags. Decent enough fare for a day or two but downright tiresome after two weeks. What say I follow yew on a bit, and when it's time yew set camp and yer victualler shares round the rations, we make some trades? I suppose yer as eager for something other than boiled eggs and almondcakes as I am for the fish! Eh?"

By Personal Guards to Duke Griphon, the (Wardens)

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 8:36 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Ah well, friend Wallince," Trooper Esterhazy replied, "we shall have to ask Sergeant Saradush about whether ya might be allowed in the camp this evening. Though mainly," he added a thought, "we have stew." Words spoken, the Warden-Trooper kicked the flanks of his warhorse to take his proper place within the cavalry riding three abreast after the gold-on-red banner, and before the wagons.

As the two squadrons of light cavalry made way down the road, lance tips pointed skyward, the Wagoneer drivers of the two massive siege engine transports whipped and cursed their eight-horse teams into motion, and groaning and creaking, horses pulling and protesting, the massive slab-sided conveyances began to roll again. The more utilitarian wagons followed, their four-horse teams had an easier time moving these--though the second to last wagon in line was taller than the others, and had a complex suspended frame for a smoother ride. There were some packhorses ridden within the convoy, and some tethered behind the various wagons, along with spare warhorse mounts. Behind the very last wagon, a hobgoblin was tethered by the hands, forced to match the pace of the convoy.

And so the brightly-coloured military convoy, standing out starkly against the dun hues of the area about the orc fortifications, made their way after the Daughter of their Duke, eastward on LORIMAR ROAD 5.

Save for one Warden, who handed his lance back to a servant riding in the last wagon, then rode his horse over next to the House Agent. "Trooper Rand, at yer service, Mister Paden," he stated amicably. "Well, so do we wait for these orcs to form up their escort?"

By Wallince (Wallince)

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 - 8:53 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Wallince nudged Galdra into a trot to follow along.

(EXIT TO THE ROAD #5 AGAIN, REPLYING THERE)

By Imp (Imp)

Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 5:25 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Imp was peeved. Bleh! Stupid Umans...

He went back towards the tail of the baggage train, to the last wagon where the goblin was tethered.

He climbed in with a greeting to the servants there. "Howdy, Doody. Wazzup? See that?" He pointed to the goblin. "That's Lady Jillian's property and this morning it did scout the orcan fort with a House Agent, the Uman man named Pagan... I mean, Paden. Anyways, the goblin did that job real good. It could prove real valuable as forest scout in the future, see, so I doubt Lady Jillian would want to see it damaged on the road. So tell yew what, good fella, tie up a sack to the side of the wagon and let's put the goblin in there. And tonight, at dinner, I'll be sure to tell Lady Jillian how sharp yew are in the service to House Griphon. What's yer name, man?"

(ooc: babbling Imp to Lorimar Road 5)

By Paden Megar, Ranger of Tenara (Paden)

Sunday, April 2, 2006 - 11:45 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Paden smiled and bowed as lady Jillian moved on down the road.
"Farewell, My Lady"
He watched as the convoy again moved out with millitary prescision. He felt a slight feeling of dread, he was going into Churt now. He may never return again. He looked at the Trooper who waited behind, the man who was to ride to Churt with him.
"Greeting Rand..." He moved off to the edge to allow the last wagons to pass as the trooper handed over his lance.
"All we can do is wait for thier commander to organise an escort." He tried to appear cheerful to the Warden, but it was difficult, knowing where they were going, and being taken there by a troop of Orcs. He lost his smile as he spoke quietly to the Warden.

"Just keep yer eyes peeled for trouble. If yew have to flee, then flee...better that one of us is able to report what we can to Duke Griphon..." He glanced aorund to make sure no Orcs were close, then sat back in his saddle as he waited for the Orcan escort.

By Personal Guards to Duke Griphon, the (Wardens)

Sunday, April 2, 2006 - 9:00 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Ah, beggin' yer pardon, good Agent," Trooper Rand replied as the two horsemen sat ready to ride up the Skulled Road when the orc escort was ready. "But methinks there shall be no trouble right away at least. Not with two squadrons of Warden light cavalry just down the road," he pointed out quietly. "Later, who knows? Still, 'tis best her Ladyship be safe on her way back to Daelows," the Warden nodded to himself, adjusting his sabre belt about his gold-trimmed red uniform tunic.

By Paden Megar, Ranger of Tenara (Paden)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 12:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Well, in that respect, we should be thankful that the Duke forbade her from going to Churt herself, as I'm sure she would have done if things were different." He spoke in reply to the Warden.
"Yew are right of course, we can afford to relax a bit while we wait on our escort..." He wondered how long it would take to organise, without all the formalitties of Daelows.
"And hopefully we will not be delayed in Churt at all, I'm sure yew agree, it would be good to be in and out as quick as possible." He stopped speaking, looking around for any signs of the escort. He also didn't want to anger any Orcs at this stage, so he quietened down and waited.

By Personal Guards to Duke Griphon, the (Wardens)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 8:02 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"As ya says, Mister Agent," Trooper Rand replied to Paden's expression of thanks the Duke had forbade Lady Jillian from going to Churt. He was hardly going to get involved in a discussion of what nobles ought, and ought not to do, particularly with a man who might well repeat his words to said nobles...

"But beggin' yer pardon, iffn' I might make an observation," the Warden said as he sat and looked over the orc activity. "We shall certainly be delayed in Churt," the veteran household cavalryman stated flatly. "'Tis not believable the King of Churt shall simply be waiting there to see us, no more than the King of Daelows should see us soon, were we to ride to Daelows City," he said, from long experience of serving as guard to nobility. "Of course, I know not the way of things in Tenara," he admitted, "but here, well, methinks 'twill be amazing if we be received in less than a month. I had felt ya had been given coin enough for such, or I might have spoken earlier," he said looking askance at the House Agent. "Or mayhap, we shall be camping outside the walls for a month," he chuckled dryly.

By Churtish Forces (Orcs)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 3:18 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Before too long, a dozen orcs came striding up to Paden and Rand. The sargeant, the only mounted orc, was clearly in poor humour as he approached, giving each of them a curt nod and speaking briefly in orcan.

The only member of the party who didn't seem to be a warrior then turned to the pair of mounted Umans, bowed deeply, and addressed them in surprisingly clear common, his accent bespeaking an origin not too far from Daelows. "Sargent Torkhim would like to know if yew are ready to depart, master Paden." On second inspection the speaker, whose poor raiments and the bell around his neck indicated that he was a slave, had a certain softness to his features and lightness to his build that suggested he might be only half-Orcan, having some Uman blood in him.

By Moderator in a Hawaiian Shirt and Orcan War-Helm (Evan)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 3:33 am GMT | Edit | Link |

[OOC: Found an old, unused map of the Roadblock when I was rebuilding. Tarquin must've made it then never got around to using it. I added it as a subtopic on this page. Might clear up confusion.]

By Paden Megar, Ranger of Tenara (Paden)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 12:36 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Paden listened to Warden Rand, he did not seem overly concerned with his onw thoughts that they may be in churt for well over a month. Paden sighed.
"Well, let us hope that the King has people to deal with such 'mundae' matters as these"

He watched the large group of Orcs march over to them and was addressed by a strange creature in a clear common tongue. He listened then responded.

"We are ready to leave whenever yew are, please ask that the commander lead on."

By Personal Guards to Duke Griphon, the (Wardens)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 8:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Warden-Trooper Rand looked askance at the House Agent, "Methinks 'tis highly doubtful the King of Churt would allow anyone other than a highly-placed official grant a petition for weregeld for acts commited by his own nobility. Still, who can know the way of the orc?" the veteran cavalryman allowed as he watched their orc escort gather near.

While Paden replied to the orcs, Rand tightened his sword-belt around his gold-trimmed red uniform tunic, then checked his dagger was secure. Using his knees, he guided his mount over directly to the left of Paden's horse, ready to remain in this position wherever Paden would ride.

By Churtish Forces (Orcs)

Friday, April 14, 2006 - 5:13 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The slave gave a little bow, accompanied by a thin and guarded smile. "As yew wish." He then spoke deferentially in Orcan, informing the sargeant of their desire. Torkhim snorted and barked a marching command. Without looking at the Umans, he turned his heavy warhorse and began leading the progression toward the skulled road. The slave translater trotted quickly along beside the mounted Umans.

As the group passed near the Orcan encampment, many warriors could be seen milling about or hurrying to and fro like ants surrounding a stamped anthill. Those closer to the road turned to watch the Umans balefully. Some jeered, some muttered darkly under their breath, others merely glared.

By Paden Megar, Ranger of Tenara (Paden)

Monday, April 17, 2006 - 1:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Paden followed, looking briefly to Rand whom he rode next to.
"Indeed, the way of the Orcs poses a mystery." He kept his voive low as he moved through to the Skulled road. He was extremely aware of the glaring Orcs in the camp.

He followed thier escort at thier pace, constantly wary of them.

By Personal Guards to Duke Griphon, the (Wardens)

Monday, April 17, 2006 - 4:19 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Warden-Trooper Rand rode along warily beside the House Agent, watching the jeering and glaring orcs as the pair moved by with their orc escort. Of course, there was very little two men could do if the orcs did decide to attack, other than perhaps guarantee the first few attackers would die, which would at least give pause to a mob...Archers were a different matter, of course...

"Hopefully there shall be at least a few umans in Churt, when we get there," the Warden added in his comments to Paden. "Free ones, I mean," the veteran cavalryman ammended, riding beside Paden to the SKULLED ROAD.

By Churtish Forces (Orcs)

Wednesday, May 3, 2006 - 6:48 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Aye, there are a few free Umans in Churt," commented the translater who was trotting along beside the horses. "But most of them are more unpleasant than the orcs."

(TO:	The Skulled Road)

By Sage, a strange (Girl)

Saturday, March 15, 2008 - 11:11 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Lorimar Road 5: The Goblin Stretch)

The Girl looked serenely at the Aeros, patiently listening to her reply. It was as though for a moment those dark blue eyes were mirrors in which Taliera�s shape was clearly reflected.
The fact that the grip on her book was loosening a bit made the Girl seem strangely mesmerised by the few words that came from the Aeros� lips.

When Taliera took a little time to think, the Girl�s eyes lazily scanned ahead for anything interesting. It did not take long before they found the wooden fortifications constructed by the Orcs. She frowned, probing her memory for geographical details. She knew that the Green Forest was next to Churt, but was also aware that an attack was unlikely. She caught a small petal that was dancing in the wind. It looked oddly discoloured and she could already see her own touch affecting the organic matter, turning it into something dark and unrecognisable.

The image of a dead woman appeared in her mind, a flower on her chest. Something was approaching her from all directions, though it was almost impossible to see any solid shapes.
The woman�s clothes were turning crimson� not the colour of blood, but something else. The Girl thought she heard a word from the woman�s lips� �Sage�Sage� Sage�

With a start the Girl heard the Taliera�s words like an echo. Sage. Sage?
It felt right somehow� as a name that her mother might have called her by. Though she didn�t blush, the Girl displayed the first sign of feeling embarrassed. It was like receiving a gift of which she wasn�t worthy, and yet she immediately embraced it.

� That�s� Yes, I like it very much, thank yew!� she said, for once reacting with all the excitement of a regular adolescent girl, giving the Aeros an affectionate hug.
Besides feeling a slight chill, Taliera might have seen a brief glimpse of that woman, lying on the ground in crimson clothes, the flower on her chest blown away by the wind.

By Faer-Ahn (Faer)

Sunday, March 16, 2008 - 2:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The pursuing presence was having a steadily more significant affect on the dormant Elementelle as the gap closed. His subconscious self stirred uncomfortably as his consciousness was becoming increasingly unaware of the looming pursuer.

By Anonymous

Monday, March 17, 2008 - 4:50 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

As the wagon pulled to its closest point ot the roadblock, he pulled up and brought the team to a stop. He waved at the gaurds occupying the wall before holding up 5 fingers, making a blade motion across his chest then sitting back down and urging the team forward once again.

A loud high pitched, yet gutteral grunt followed them up the road toward the Northern Green League but Legin seemed to have no reaction to it.

to the Northern Green League

By Taliera Whimswing (Taliera)

Monday, March 17, 2008 - 10:24 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Taliera smile turned warm as she watched the girl's reaction. It was a bit of bashful situation for the Aero, and to see this made her beyond a little glad. Being so spontaneously embraced however, was a bit startling. Taliera's muscles responded by tensing into rigidity, but her mind responded just as quickly and they loosened again. Moving her arm a bit awkwardly, Taliera pat the girl's back, not entirely sure what to do now.

"Glad yew like it." Goosebumps rising on her skin from the chill that sweeped through the air, she said not another word. The group had stopped and now she felt a bit of skittishness return. Tightening her wings so close that her muscles hurt, the woman edged towards the wagon, feeling that now there would be less of chance of hurting the lass's feelings by doing so.

Taliera stayed close to the wagon until they were through, glancing over her shoulder at the place they had just left. Offering a slightly nervous smile, Taliera looked at the girl, Sage, of whom she had been talking with.

"I think... I will hop up in the wagon for a while." Well, hiding was more like it, but who was to know that (save herself)? With that she moved behind the wagon, sizing it up so that she could get in without falling down. After a minute of trying to come up with a strategy, she sighed slightly, waited a moment and then simply took a running leap, clambering up and in with a motion far from the grace one would expected a winged creature to exhibit.

(OOC:

Following)

By Anonymous

Wednesday, March 19, 2008 - 6:54 am GMT | Edit | Link |

As the wagon halted for the roadblock, it took on an uninvited passenger.

Uninvited, but not entirely unexpected. For it was before the roadblock, while the wagon was stopped, that the unseen pursuer - the looming, multi-faceted presence that had been tracking Faer - at last made contact.

It touched Faer - not in the physical, but on a deeper level. And as it touched the Elementelle, the presence spoke.

Be at ease. It whispered to Faer. It spoke in five voices, but five were one.

I have been long in coming, but I am here at last.

By Faer-Ahn (Faer)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008 - 10:35 am GMT | Edit | Link |

As the presence manifested itself once again, Faer began to wonder what it was trying to accomplish. Reappearing here and there, teasingly, didn't seem. Fortunately, he was interrupted midthought.

Be at ease. I have been long in coming, but I am here at last.

The whispers resonated through a mind which had up until this point been occupied with abstract and less than tangible concepts. It jarred his mind, but the voice was soothing to Faer as the voice of a parent is to a child.

I am at ease.

By The Everblessed (Xerestal)

Thursday, March 20, 2008 - 7:08 am GMT | Edit | Link |

I tried to reach you once before. The presence said. When I first felt you, when we were nearer. The reach proved difficult then. It is difficult now, as well - but I am determined. You are in need, and I must do what I can.

The presence did not know the details of Faer's situation, but it seemed to believe that its words were accurate - that Faer was in need - and when it spoke there was conviction in its five-fold voice.

I am Xerestal. It said. I am like you - Elementelle - yet, also I am unlike you. I am what our race has named Everblessed.

Xerestal paused for a moment, though his presence remained in place. He did not know what to expect of Faer - fear, or revulsion, or worship, or perhaps something so simple as ignorance. Did any of the Elementelles even remember the old legends?

By Faer-Ahn (Faer)

Thursday, March 20, 2008 - 1:50 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Yew have not done as I would expect of the Everblessed, and yet I remain convinced of this as yer identity.

This was enlightening, it explained much previously inexplicable. If the Everblessed was following his ancient legacy he would hardly be spending considerably effort reaching out to a wounded Elementelle, even if it was with ill-intention. The Everblessed could ravage the worlde with significantly higher efficiency in countless other ways. Faer could only imagine this Everblessed as having quite positive inclinations.

What he did wonder, and intensely so, was what the circumstances were regarding this particular iteration of the Everblessed, it's conception, and so on. Xerestal. This curiosity would need to await the resolution of this immediate predicament, however.

I am in a peculiar state. I have no cognitive or motile abilities. All that is intact is my consciousness and basic elemental senses.

I have believed that this state was due to lack of energy after conjuring a fair amount of fire, however since then I have regained much of what I then lost with no consequent change. This is all I know.

(TO:	The Northern Green League)

By Sage, a strange (Girl)

Monday, March 24, 2008 - 2:20 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Warmth filled the Girl in that embrace, giving her a sensation she had not felt for a long time. She savoured it and managed to shut out the rest of the worlde for a few moments, even silencing the voices that would hardly ever leave her alone. When the embrace broke, Sage saw a slight hint of fear in Taliera's eyes, but did not question it, merely nodding that she understood. She'd have felt the urge to do the same, hadn't it been for her curiosity. She had few moments to wonder before she was assailed by a frightful headache. There was another presence, something that felt volatile and unpredictable.

Her thoughts immediately drifted to think of the Elementelle who had seemed so distant of late. Someone was with him... someone. In an instant the Girl forgot what had caused the headache, and the burning pain was gone. In her bewilderment sho looked around, remembering where she was.

An image turned up in her mind; the image of a spark that slowly turned into a pyre. Her thoughts were not coherent enough to decipher the other symbols that accompanied the image. She remembered how Taliera had climbed up on the wagon so maybe that was the best thing to do. Especially due to the strange chill she suddenly felt...

Carefully considering her movements, she climbed the wagon with calculated grace.

(TO:	The Northern Green League)

By Tramer (Tramer)

Friday, September 17, 2010 - 11:18 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Northern Green League)

Tramer cringed at the intense stench of Orc. In the air he had played no mind to the ground beneath him, excluding his destination�forced ground ward he was amazed at the changes that had accrued in the pass few centuries.

Passing by he hoped he would not attract attention, not that he feared Orcs in the lest�he simply didn�t want the delay.

By Tramer (Tramer)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010 - 2:58 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(TO:	Southern Green League)

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