The Summoning XIV
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janestarzNine am was our ETD, and it was only 9.10 am when we drove off towards Capelle. We'd collected the car at eight am, and it took surprisingly less time to lug everything down the stairs and close up behind us, leaving the kitties in the expert care of our neighbour Janny.
Keffie was ready for us when we drove into the parking garage beneath his home, and we loaded up his stuff. H'eldaran's stuff had been dropped off at our pad the night before, so we now had all the luggage. As H'eldaran still had to work that day, he wouldn't drive with us to the event. It was probably best, because we had trouble fitting everything inside the car.
After a little over two hours of driving, the necessary coffee breaks, and some fun songs (Nick Cave springs to mind) we arrived in Ommen. The town was quiet, the camping field not yet completely full.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drahkan and anna_xanaphia had also just arrived, and saved us spots in the shadow for our tents. The temperature was already high, and would rise even more in the afternoon to a sweaty 30°C. But there was ample space to pitch our tent. Thanks to Drahkan, we had a spot in the shade on the opposite side of the field. The other option was to pitch the tents in the middle of the field, in the full blasting sunshine. We'd be bothered by bugs and wasps either way, and though the walk to the facilities would be longer, the shade would ensure we could sleep long enough to be well-rested. Around three pm the sun would shine on our tent and Keffie's tent, but Drahkan's tent would be in the shade all day.
We pitched the tents slowly. The heat was already murderous, and dragging the carts with heavy luggage over the field had been an ordeal in itself. We took our time and rested a lot. By the time the tents were pitched we still had to get some groceries, and NoKey stayed behind while the rest of us went into town to do the chores. We ran into a fries-shack and had some lunch as well, which was well-received as it was growing rather late.
After the in-check and weaponscheck and the groceries and a photoshoot we returned to the tents. Temperatures were still high, and we debated going IC versus making food. After a short discussion we decided to have some food first. All cooking would be done near the tents and though it had been four hours at most since most of us had lunch, the food (tofu, noodles, vegetables and a spicy tandoori sauce) was well-receieved.
The Pathfinders
Rakoth Blacktree - played bydrahkan;
Danara - played byanna_xanaphia;
Logan - played by Keffie;
Choris Elies - played bynokey;
Thello Naime Omorfos - played by H'eldaran;
Francesca (Frankie) Tippet - played by me;
Vincent, the Last Pathfinder;
Friday
Everything around us was black and for how long? I don't know. But there was a light and when I moved closer to it, sound and movement came rushing back in and we were walking, all of us, onto a grass field.
Disoriented for a moment, we stood still. "This is not Safehaven." said Rakoth, the first to clear his head. "Find out where we are."
I sprinted towards a group of people on the other side of five tall pillars. He wore a black scarf over his head. "So, um, hi. Where am I?" I asked him, and though I must have confused him -- bow in hand, arrow nocked, and no less than five knives at my belt -- he merely glanced at the arsenal and answered my question. "You've just arrived? Welcome to the Vortex."
I shrugged. "That doesn't answer my question."
"Well, I got to go. Hold on. Bâh! Come on over here."
A woman with blonde hair looked up and ambled over. She had a scar over her right eye, but she looked friendly and had a warm, motherly voice. "Hello!" she said.
"They've just arrived and I've got to go and eat." the man said. "Can you answer her questions?"
"Well, I got to go too." Bâh replied. "Do you have a lot of questions, or can they wait?"
I glanced over my shoulder. The rest were slowly walking towards where I was standing. "What is this place?" I asked the woman. "What is this Vortex?"
"Ah, that's an easy question." the woman grinned. "This is the Vortex. You've probably heard of it before. Important."
As I turned to tell the others where we were, the woman walked away. Rakoth frowned, but I told him everyone seemed to be very busy. Behind us, someone stood up from his camp and came over to us. He smiled warmly and offered to explain where we were, exactly. It seemed that the Vortex was an important place, and that if you would fight, you would die. That struck me as a strange statement -- isn't it like that everywhere? -- but he also said you needed to choose a fraction (sic) so you'd be safe.
It was all very confusing.
We spent the rest of the night figuring out what the fractions were, where they were located and what they did. We were also looking for a good camping place and the Winged Order, an order of knights we worked closely with in Safehaven.
Saturday
Saturday morning started out pretty good. I woke from a deep, warm sleep with fuzzy thoughts and I was really comfortable. I was the first one awake too, so I slowly did the toilet-break thing and started the primus (a Classic Campstove which burns gaseous oil...just ask NoKey) up for some hot water. I had found a lovely copper teakettle at a second-hand shop which NoKey gave a new lead-free pewter inside, and it worked like a charm!
Slowly but surely people started waking up and once the water had boiled the kettle was exchanged for a cooking pan and I started on the eggs and bacon.
Breakfast was good for everyone but Keffie, who all of a sudden seemed to be suffering from a mysterious back ache so painful that he held his shirt off of the skin. He went into the First Aid tent, and since my knee was giving me trouble as well I followed him shortly afterward. My knee was fine, I should just take it easy, but his back was a puzzle. After about half an hour of (very painful) prodding the very-nearly-doctor First Aid Person said we should probably call the nearest doctor's post. I went back to the tent to grab Keffie's wallet and phone and brought my backpack which held the car keys, my spectacles and my license. After a short conversation with the doctor's post it was decided that we should drive there after all (I love foresight), and the three of us got into the car and I drove us to Overasselt to the hospital.
The doctor's post at the hospital wasn't that busy and while I was washing the remains of the green make-up and grime off of my face in the washbasin at the bathroom, Keffie was already called in. I sat in the waiting area for a while, and when they returned the diagnosis was that it was probably a muscle in the ribcage that was protesting or even bruised or torn. He'd get a "dipperlint" (lit: loser's ribbon, a ribbon that people who are not fit for combat (pregnant, injured, etc.) wear during the event) and continue the event nevertheless.
We returned to the event and dropped the not-quite-yet-doctor off at the First Aid tent, where Keffie got painkillers and his dipperlint, and we returned to the tent for some lunch. After lunch we went out to get some chocolate and more Azaron, as the mosquitoes there left quite a patchwork quilt on my knees and the itch was driving me mad. But in the end, we returned to the game and the rest of the Pathfinders.
I had been teasing Thello about his looks, pointing out a cute young thing (Hi Eddy! I know you read this!) and saying the boy was more handsome than he. Thello frowned at my suggestion but only replied "I shall have to remedy that." It was time to up the stakes some more. "Let's see if I can get him to be as paranoid as Choris;" I said, and winked at Thello when I saw the boy.
I stood next to him and engaged him in conversation. "You really should watch your back." I said. "One of us is out to get you. I can't tell you which one, and I can't protect you, but I thought you should know this."
"You're mean." Thello concluded when I returned to the group.
"No, I'm just making our game a little more interesting." I ruffled his hair. Thello struck at me, but missed. I petted one of the knives at my waist. "Any time, you hear?"
That's when Thello jumped me. We rolled around in the grass but he gave up soon enough.
Logan told me that there was a prophecy concerning Nogardion, our home world, circulating. They had identified at least one prophecy, but there might be more. We visited several fractions to find out more. And we visited the Navigators, the people who could open a portal to our home world. At first the news was that we would be able to go home in two to three months, but then Kael, Navigator for Fraction Gargoyle told us he might be able to open a portal sooner, but he'd have to check.
That night there were attacks. Chaos-creatures were attacking the Vortex. At least fighting against Chaos was something we know how to do. We even found a group of people that reminded us of the Winged Order. They were Knights of the Grand Protector, and they had a lot in common with Arthur Dreven Goldwing and his men. They all wore armour, had neatly trimmed beards and wore purple and silver tunics, edged in gold. They even set up a ballista next to the pentagon (the five stones) to protect it. And they needed someone to guard the flanks. Choris and Danara took up the left flank while Logan and I watched the right flank. At some point, we lay prone in the grass and even the knights of the Grand Protector overlooked us. But all was quiet for a while.
At least by the time we went to sleep, we had managed to claim a guest pass for fraction Gargoyle.
Sunday
Again, the first time awake. Because we had baked pancakes the night previous, the day started not just with fresh tea and eggs with bacon but also with pancakes. I did the cooking once again and enjoyed it tremendously, despite the roar of the primus blocking all conversation.
I wasn't looking forward to the long day of roleplay ahead, probably because of stress and the general feeling I have against VA, but I dressed anyway and we went ahead into the game.
Kael spoke with us again and tols us he could bring us to Nogardion through a portal. The key he needed for the portal was a broken arrow. "That shouldn't be a problem." we said, and went to prepare. I found a shrub underway to fraction Gargoyle that had a long end of twig in a good size, and the branch was still semi-attached to the shrub, making it relatively young and wet compared to some of the branches you could find on the forest floor. It would be an excellent basis for our arrow. (Actually, Drahkan just wanted to take one of our numerous arrows and break that, but I wanted the relaxation of carving and making something with my hands.)
First things first: we had received word that fraction Air was combining their fractions ideals with Chaos, changing their fraction name to Storm. And Earth (Gargoyle) was the exact opposite. Gargoyle even opposed Chaos, fought Chaos. And we would like to help them.
The fraction leader, who explained to us it was Faction, not fraction, was a little hesitant to swear us in at first, but in the end he succumbed and went to each of us in turn. We were now officially part of faction Gargoyle.
I sat down, took out a knife, and started work on the arrow. We used the remains of a nearby fire, with the coals still smouldering, to straighten the shaft, and I hardened the tip in the wood fire I built on top of the coals.
There were cries of an attack of Chaos, so we ran to the main field of the Vortex, ready to do battle. Before I could do anything, one of the Chaos warriors took hold of my arm and broke it with a snap. I cried out in pain, ripped free, and supported my right arm, my knife arm. I sought out Danara who could heal me, but just as she finished the spell the man took her left hand and broke her arm as well as the fighters surrounding us didn't succeed in keeping him off of us. They charged him, and he went down then, and I fumbled with my left hand to grab one of my daggers, sitting on top of him and stabbing him in the chest over and over and over and over again.
They pulled me off him in the end. A man in rough leather clothes and feathers in his hair handed me the scalp of the chaos warrior, which I promptly stuck into Thello's pocket. I licked my dagger clean of the warrior's blood, relishing the taste of vengeance.
"You should kiss someone now." someone joked, seeing the blood on my tongue. I grabbed the nearest man, which happened to be Thello, and kissed him on the mouth, hard.
Sweet, sweet vengeance.
The fight was harsh and I shrouded my face to hide it in the darkness. At some point a mage caught me off guard and paralysed me. I was unrecognizable in the darkness, hood drawn and face covered, my weapons raised in a defensive stance.
It took them a while to find me. I wasn't sure what would happen. Perhaps I'd just be cut down, mistaken for an enemy. Instead, they lifted the enchantment, stepping out of reach in case my weapons would find their bodies.
I was luckier than some, luckier than Logan had been the day previous. All the wounded were gathered in the pentagon and while Danara was still healing Logan, the ritual guard came up to us and ordered us to move outside the pentagon. We refused on the basis that the man still needed healing, but we were struck down and Logan was literally rolled out of the circle.
Rakoth had let us identify the perpetrators, and demanded their respect and apologies for the injustice done to Logan. They came and apoligized meekly after a good long while.
And the pretty boy? Thello said he had carved a nice reminder into his face during the battle, but the boy had been healed. He was remarkably cooperative for the remainder of the activities.
Monday
Again I made breakfast, enjoying cooking on the camp stove. The last day of the event, and I was torn between being sad and happy. Oh well. Last day...
We returned to Gargoyle and then found Kael in order for him to open a portal for us. Kael was busy pronouncing the sentence to the creatures who had brought undead to the Vortex. The creatures were sentenced to death, and we helped mete out justice. Then the bodies were dumped near the (communal) altar, and we could speak to Kael.
He brought us to a place that looked just like any other and Rakoth broke the arrow I spent several hours fashioning in front of his eyes. The portal opened slowly, shimmering golden and silver. "Quickly now!" Kael warned us. "I can't hold it open for very long."
Rakoth was the first to step into the portal, but somehow he was thrown back. The others followed one by one, and each of them bounced back from the portal, falling to the ground with a thud. Slowly, the portal was closing, Kael struggling to hold it open with his hands but the invisible force drawing the gate down, down to the ground, until it was closed completely.
"Find the egg..." a woman's voice had said before the portal closed. Rakoth was near to fuming. We were all upset and excited. The voice had pumped our bodies full of adrenaline and it needed an outlet -- but it would get none.
"Omeireon!!!" Rakoth cursed. "You and your cursed egg!"
We couldn't return home, not just yet.
I guess a lot more happened and I screwed up the timeline somewhat, but I got the gist of what happened written down. The play between the Pathfinders was really good, but as I wrote earlier this week I'm unsure why I was so tired. Perhaps it was just because I had dealt with a lot of stress recently. Perhaps it really isn't my kind of event. I don't know... but I had fun. I really enjoyed cooking on the camp stove, making breakfast for everyone, and generally hanging out with knives, fires and other crazy people.
Time-out was really late, and H'eldaran and I were time out before that. He had an injury - someone had stood on his shin in a battle the night previous - and I had a blistering headache and would still need to drive us home safely so I took some Ibuprofen and joined him at the tents. I even sentghost_musician away because he was far, far too bouncy for my poor head. (Sorry, Ghost!)
We drove off at 7.30 pm, had a late dinner at Bellini's an hour later, and dropped people off one by one. The car was packed to the brim, really really full. The boys in the back had quivers with arrows between their legs and luggage breathing down their necks. I mean really full. But we got home safely after all, and that's what counts!
Keffie was ready for us when we drove into the parking garage beneath his home, and we loaded up his stuff. H'eldaran's stuff had been dropped off at our pad the night before, so we now had all the luggage. As H'eldaran still had to work that day, he wouldn't drive with us to the event. It was probably best, because we had trouble fitting everything inside the car.
After a little over two hours of driving, the necessary coffee breaks, and some fun songs (Nick Cave springs to mind) we arrived in Ommen. The town was quiet, the camping field not yet completely full.
drahkan and anna_xanaphia had also just arrived, and saved us spots in the shadow for our tents. The temperature was already high, and would rise even more in the afternoon to a sweaty 30°C. But there was ample space to pitch our tent. Thanks to Drahkan, we had a spot in the shade on the opposite side of the field. The other option was to pitch the tents in the middle of the field, in the full blasting sunshine. We'd be bothered by bugs and wasps either way, and though the walk to the facilities would be longer, the shade would ensure we could sleep long enough to be well-rested. Around three pm the sun would shine on our tent and Keffie's tent, but Drahkan's tent would be in the shade all day. We pitched the tents slowly. The heat was already murderous, and dragging the carts with heavy luggage over the field had been an ordeal in itself. We took our time and rested a lot. By the time the tents were pitched we still had to get some groceries, and NoKey stayed behind while the rest of us went into town to do the chores. We ran into a fries-shack and had some lunch as well, which was well-received as it was growing rather late.
After the in-check and weaponscheck and the groceries and a photoshoot we returned to the tents. Temperatures were still high, and we debated going IC versus making food. After a short discussion we decided to have some food first. All cooking would be done near the tents and though it had been four hours at most since most of us had lunch, the food (tofu, noodles, vegetables and a spicy tandoori sauce) was well-receieved.
The Pathfinders
Rakoth Blacktree - played by
drahkan;Danara - played by
anna_xanaphia;Logan - played by Keffie;
Choris Elies - played by
nokey;Thello Naime Omorfos - played by H'eldaran;
Francesca (Frankie) Tippet - played by me;
Vincent, the Last Pathfinder;
Friday
Everything around us was black and for how long? I don't know. But there was a light and when I moved closer to it, sound and movement came rushing back in and we were walking, all of us, onto a grass field.
Disoriented for a moment, we stood still. "This is not Safehaven." said Rakoth, the first to clear his head. "Find out where we are."
I sprinted towards a group of people on the other side of five tall pillars. He wore a black scarf over his head. "So, um, hi. Where am I?" I asked him, and though I must have confused him -- bow in hand, arrow nocked, and no less than five knives at my belt -- he merely glanced at the arsenal and answered my question. "You've just arrived? Welcome to the Vortex."
I shrugged. "That doesn't answer my question."
"Well, I got to go. Hold on. Bâh! Come on over here."
A woman with blonde hair looked up and ambled over. She had a scar over her right eye, but she looked friendly and had a warm, motherly voice. "Hello!" she said.
"They've just arrived and I've got to go and eat." the man said. "Can you answer her questions?"
"Well, I got to go too." Bâh replied. "Do you have a lot of questions, or can they wait?"
I glanced over my shoulder. The rest were slowly walking towards where I was standing. "What is this place?" I asked the woman. "What is this Vortex?"
"Ah, that's an easy question." the woman grinned. "This is the Vortex. You've probably heard of it before. Important."
As I turned to tell the others where we were, the woman walked away. Rakoth frowned, but I told him everyone seemed to be very busy. Behind us, someone stood up from his camp and came over to us. He smiled warmly and offered to explain where we were, exactly. It seemed that the Vortex was an important place, and that if you would fight, you would die. That struck me as a strange statement -- isn't it like that everywhere? -- but he also said you needed to choose a fraction (sic) so you'd be safe.
It was all very confusing.
We spent the rest of the night figuring out what the fractions were, where they were located and what they did. We were also looking for a good camping place and the Winged Order, an order of knights we worked closely with in Safehaven.
Saturday
Saturday morning started out pretty good. I woke from a deep, warm sleep with fuzzy thoughts and I was really comfortable. I was the first one awake too, so I slowly did the toilet-break thing and started the primus (a Classic Campstove which burns gaseous oil...just ask NoKey) up for some hot water. I had found a lovely copper teakettle at a second-hand shop which NoKey gave a new lead-free pewter inside, and it worked like a charm!
Slowly but surely people started waking up and once the water had boiled the kettle was exchanged for a cooking pan and I started on the eggs and bacon.
Breakfast was good for everyone but Keffie, who all of a sudden seemed to be suffering from a mysterious back ache so painful that he held his shirt off of the skin. He went into the First Aid tent, and since my knee was giving me trouble as well I followed him shortly afterward. My knee was fine, I should just take it easy, but his back was a puzzle. After about half an hour of (very painful) prodding the very-nearly-doctor First Aid Person said we should probably call the nearest doctor's post. I went back to the tent to grab Keffie's wallet and phone and brought my backpack which held the car keys, my spectacles and my license. After a short conversation with the doctor's post it was decided that we should drive there after all (I love foresight), and the three of us got into the car and I drove us to Overasselt to the hospital.
The doctor's post at the hospital wasn't that busy and while I was washing the remains of the green make-up and grime off of my face in the washbasin at the bathroom, Keffie was already called in. I sat in the waiting area for a while, and when they returned the diagnosis was that it was probably a muscle in the ribcage that was protesting or even bruised or torn. He'd get a "dipperlint" (lit: loser's ribbon, a ribbon that people who are not fit for combat (pregnant, injured, etc.) wear during the event) and continue the event nevertheless.
We returned to the event and dropped the not-quite-yet-doctor off at the First Aid tent, where Keffie got painkillers and his dipperlint, and we returned to the tent for some lunch. After lunch we went out to get some chocolate and more Azaron, as the mosquitoes there left quite a patchwork quilt on my knees and the itch was driving me mad. But in the end, we returned to the game and the rest of the Pathfinders.
I had been teasing Thello about his looks, pointing out a cute young thing (Hi Eddy! I know you read this!) and saying the boy was more handsome than he. Thello frowned at my suggestion but only replied "I shall have to remedy that." It was time to up the stakes some more. "Let's see if I can get him to be as paranoid as Choris;" I said, and winked at Thello when I saw the boy.
I stood next to him and engaged him in conversation. "You really should watch your back." I said. "One of us is out to get you. I can't tell you which one, and I can't protect you, but I thought you should know this."
"You're mean." Thello concluded when I returned to the group.
"No, I'm just making our game a little more interesting." I ruffled his hair. Thello struck at me, but missed. I petted one of the knives at my waist. "Any time, you hear?"
That's when Thello jumped me. We rolled around in the grass but he gave up soon enough.
Logan told me that there was a prophecy concerning Nogardion, our home world, circulating. They had identified at least one prophecy, but there might be more. We visited several fractions to find out more. And we visited the Navigators, the people who could open a portal to our home world. At first the news was that we would be able to go home in two to three months, but then Kael, Navigator for Fraction Gargoyle told us he might be able to open a portal sooner, but he'd have to check.
That night there were attacks. Chaos-creatures were attacking the Vortex. At least fighting against Chaos was something we know how to do. We even found a group of people that reminded us of the Winged Order. They were Knights of the Grand Protector, and they had a lot in common with Arthur Dreven Goldwing and his men. They all wore armour, had neatly trimmed beards and wore purple and silver tunics, edged in gold. They even set up a ballista next to the pentagon (the five stones) to protect it. And they needed someone to guard the flanks. Choris and Danara took up the left flank while Logan and I watched the right flank. At some point, we lay prone in the grass and even the knights of the Grand Protector overlooked us. But all was quiet for a while.
At least by the time we went to sleep, we had managed to claim a guest pass for fraction Gargoyle.
Sunday
Again, the first time awake. Because we had baked pancakes the night previous, the day started not just with fresh tea and eggs with bacon but also with pancakes. I did the cooking once again and enjoyed it tremendously, despite the roar of the primus blocking all conversation.
I wasn't looking forward to the long day of roleplay ahead, probably because of stress and the general feeling I have against VA, but I dressed anyway and we went ahead into the game.
Kael spoke with us again and tols us he could bring us to Nogardion through a portal. The key he needed for the portal was a broken arrow. "That shouldn't be a problem." we said, and went to prepare. I found a shrub underway to fraction Gargoyle that had a long end of twig in a good size, and the branch was still semi-attached to the shrub, making it relatively young and wet compared to some of the branches you could find on the forest floor. It would be an excellent basis for our arrow. (Actually, Drahkan just wanted to take one of our numerous arrows and break that, but I wanted the relaxation of carving and making something with my hands.)
First things first: we had received word that fraction Air was combining their fractions ideals with Chaos, changing their fraction name to Storm. And Earth (Gargoyle) was the exact opposite. Gargoyle even opposed Chaos, fought Chaos. And we would like to help them.
The fraction leader, who explained to us it was Faction, not fraction, was a little hesitant to swear us in at first, but in the end he succumbed and went to each of us in turn. We were now officially part of faction Gargoyle.
I sat down, took out a knife, and started work on the arrow. We used the remains of a nearby fire, with the coals still smouldering, to straighten the shaft, and I hardened the tip in the wood fire I built on top of the coals.
There were cries of an attack of Chaos, so we ran to the main field of the Vortex, ready to do battle. Before I could do anything, one of the Chaos warriors took hold of my arm and broke it with a snap. I cried out in pain, ripped free, and supported my right arm, my knife arm. I sought out Danara who could heal me, but just as she finished the spell the man took her left hand and broke her arm as well as the fighters surrounding us didn't succeed in keeping him off of us. They charged him, and he went down then, and I fumbled with my left hand to grab one of my daggers, sitting on top of him and stabbing him in the chest over and over and over and over again.
They pulled me off him in the end. A man in rough leather clothes and feathers in his hair handed me the scalp of the chaos warrior, which I promptly stuck into Thello's pocket. I licked my dagger clean of the warrior's blood, relishing the taste of vengeance.
"You should kiss someone now." someone joked, seeing the blood on my tongue. I grabbed the nearest man, which happened to be Thello, and kissed him on the mouth, hard.
Sweet, sweet vengeance.
The fight was harsh and I shrouded my face to hide it in the darkness. At some point a mage caught me off guard and paralysed me. I was unrecognizable in the darkness, hood drawn and face covered, my weapons raised in a defensive stance.
It took them a while to find me. I wasn't sure what would happen. Perhaps I'd just be cut down, mistaken for an enemy. Instead, they lifted the enchantment, stepping out of reach in case my weapons would find their bodies.
I was luckier than some, luckier than Logan had been the day previous. All the wounded were gathered in the pentagon and while Danara was still healing Logan, the ritual guard came up to us and ordered us to move outside the pentagon. We refused on the basis that the man still needed healing, but we were struck down and Logan was literally rolled out of the circle.
Rakoth had let us identify the perpetrators, and demanded their respect and apologies for the injustice done to Logan. They came and apoligized meekly after a good long while.
And the pretty boy? Thello said he had carved a nice reminder into his face during the battle, but the boy had been healed. He was remarkably cooperative for the remainder of the activities.
Monday
Again I made breakfast, enjoying cooking on the camp stove. The last day of the event, and I was torn between being sad and happy. Oh well. Last day...
We returned to Gargoyle and then found Kael in order for him to open a portal for us. Kael was busy pronouncing the sentence to the creatures who had brought undead to the Vortex. The creatures were sentenced to death, and we helped mete out justice. Then the bodies were dumped near the (communal) altar, and we could speak to Kael.
He brought us to a place that looked just like any other and Rakoth broke the arrow I spent several hours fashioning in front of his eyes. The portal opened slowly, shimmering golden and silver. "Quickly now!" Kael warned us. "I can't hold it open for very long."
Rakoth was the first to step into the portal, but somehow he was thrown back. The others followed one by one, and each of them bounced back from the portal, falling to the ground with a thud. Slowly, the portal was closing, Kael struggling to hold it open with his hands but the invisible force drawing the gate down, down to the ground, until it was closed completely.
"Find the egg..." a woman's voice had said before the portal closed. Rakoth was near to fuming. We were all upset and excited. The voice had pumped our bodies full of adrenaline and it needed an outlet -- but it would get none.
"Omeireon!!!" Rakoth cursed. "You and your cursed egg!"
We couldn't return home, not just yet.
I guess a lot more happened and I screwed up the timeline somewhat, but I got the gist of what happened written down. The play between the Pathfinders was really good, but as I wrote earlier this week I'm unsure why I was so tired. Perhaps it was just because I had dealt with a lot of stress recently. Perhaps it really isn't my kind of event. I don't know... but I had fun. I really enjoyed cooking on the camp stove, making breakfast for everyone, and generally hanging out with knives, fires and other crazy people.
Time-out was really late, and H'eldaran and I were time out before that. He had an injury - someone had stood on his shin in a battle the night previous - and I had a blistering headache and would still need to drive us home safely so I took some Ibuprofen and joined him at the tents. I even sent
ghost_musician away because he was far, far too bouncy for my poor head. (Sorry, Ghost!) We drove off at 7.30 pm, had a late dinner at Bellini's an hour later, and dropped people off one by one. The car was packed to the brim, really really full. The boys in the back had quivers with arrows between their legs and luggage breathing down their necks. I mean really full. But we got home safely after all, and that's what counts!
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Date: 2009-08-12 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-12 09:52 pm (UTC)But I didn't see it, and you got healed, so it doesn't count anyway!
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Date: 2009-08-12 10:20 pm (UTC)Anyways, will you be back for moots? We've still got a score to settle.
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:38 pm (UTC)And I don't know why we've got a score to settle, but bring it on, pretty boy!
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 03:28 pm (UTC)-Karijn