Draelinh, the one on the far left, looks over at his two superiors, who were easily twice his better, and very high up among the ranks of the Olkanh. Nethelinh on the far right happens to be the bodyguard to the High Chancellor of the Olkanh, Nerelithianh himself. Dressed as expected of someone going to meet High King Lightviewer, she stood tall wearing the official dress uniform of the Chancellor's Hunters, dark brown polished hardened leather, with her beautifully wrought ceremonial bow given to her by Nerelithianh when she became a Hunter held firmly over her shoulder and a polished bronze sword strapped to her side.
Although her uniform was perfectly kept and the respect she invoked was great, it was easy to overlook her when you put her beside Provost Darshesinh. His dress is simple, standard scholarly clothes with only a small golden medallion labeling him as a member of the High Provosts, but the aura he exudes is overpowering, awe inspiring. Just passing by him on the street, if you have that privilege, would instantly make you feel smarter, just by passing him and his magical aura that he gained by having such a great memory of spells. After looking over his other two companions it is expected that he would feel proud and strong to be following two such grand individuals, and certainly Draelinh must himself be even grander than them, but no, such luck is not the case.
Draelinh was added at the last minute, forced to join despite the wishes of Chancellor, delegation, and self. The Chancellor's chief sorcerer was meant to go, but at the last minute he was removed for Draelinh by the behest of the circle of prophets. Looking at himself in his best clothes, the clothes he was found in when he was awoken 75 miles to the East as one of the first of the Olkanh to be awakened by gnomes lead by Lightviewer. Simple in dress, he had a dull and worn hardened deep dark brown leather suit, covered in graffitied language identical to the words found on the temples and statues throughout the city. In his hand he carried a large staff, similarly marked and covered with signs of use, some parts of the staff even look cracked, and the top shows signs of being broken off a long time ago. at his side is a tarnished bronze sword, the iron one he was found with having long since been sold as iron is a valuable substance.
Looking around the area, Draelinh notices several words written above many of the old dwellings, a faded phrase that seems to appear on every building, and a more visible one directly over each door. A doorway nearby states Masrh Preenh, another one states Masrh Fh Preenh, a familiar looking young girl huddles inside a doorway reads Masrh Alparch, as Draelinh looks at the sign above the door, the Olkanh girl leaning against it sublimates into a white foam and disappears into the ground. Starting suddenly at this sight, Draelinh halts, spins towards the door and dashes over to it, searching the ground and dashing into the abandoned building and looking everywhere. Shocked by these sudden unexpected movements from their fellow delegate, the other two members stand stunned for a moment before following him into the hut filled with questions.
"What are you doing, running around like this?" asked Nethelinh as she hurried into the building after looking around outside. It seemed they had already moved past the main populated section of the city and now were in a part of the unexplored area. "You know that this area has not yet been cleared of vermin and wild beasts, you could get hurt, especially if that sword you keep on your hip is just for show," she admonished, her arms akimbo after observing that the area was relatively safe.
"Yes indeed, and if we tarry at all we could be late for the Conclave," added Darshesinh, "remember, it is only at the behest of the circle of prophets that you came, my good friend the chief sorcerer was meant to come in your stead."
"My apologies," replied Draelinh, after a quick once over again of the room, "I suppose neither of you saw the little girl outside?" Seeing the puzzled look on their faces he quickly back tracked, "it must have been nothing, you are right, we must go, and for your knowledge I actually can use this sword."
Slightly confused, and looking back at the walls of the building as he left, he could make out writing on all the walls and old shelves, and then he was hurried out by the other two.
"Strange place to put a library, in between a blackshop and armory," mused Draelinh as he hurried along with the other two.
"How would you know what those were?" questioned Nethelinh, looking over quizically.
"Well, that's what the signs over the doorway said, so I'm just going by..." began Draelinh, but he was quickly interrupted by Darshesinh.
"There weren't signs over the doors, merely words written in the ancient tongue, which I hope you don't propose to know despite no one else knowing the language," accused Darshesinh.
"Most of it I can't understand, but I do know a lot, it is very similar to our own language," assuaged Draelinh, "for example, our word for make is Masr, and theirs is Masrh, practically identical."
"Similarities between two words means nothing, common has many words in common with each other, to, two and too for example," scoffed Darshesinh.
"This is true, but Preenh and Pren both mean weapons or iron tools," replied Draelinh.
"This is all nonsense to me, and besides, we have arrived, we must soon make our entrance with the High King and begin the conclave meeting," butted in Nethelinh, as they arrived before the gates of the temple, other groups walking up as well.
---will continue this in a soon post, before that will be posted a recent test of some of the mechanics by me and one of my consultants on this game. Some changes have been made since this test so it will be altered accordingly and the entire game session will be typed out soon minus the out of character talk and dice rolls. The mechanics are soon to be completed, though there are quite a lot of lists to be made and a couple more things to work out, and I will soon, meaning before August hopefully, be able to upload a character sheet.---
Looking around the area, Draelinh notices several words written above many of the old dwellings, a faded phrase that seems to appear on every building, and a more visible one directly over each door. A doorway nearby states Masrh Preenh, another one states Masrh Fh Preenh, a familiar looking young girl huddles inside a doorway reads Masrh Alparch, as Draelinh looks at the sign above the door, the Olkanh girl leaning against it sublimates into a white foam and disappears into the ground. Starting suddenly at this sight, Draelinh halts, spins towards the door and dashes over to it, searching the ground and dashing into the abandoned building and looking everywhere. Shocked by these sudden unexpected movements from their fellow delegate, the other two members stand stunned for a moment before following him into the hut filled with questions.
"What are you doing, running around like this?" asked Nethelinh as she hurried into the building after looking around outside. It seemed they had already moved past the main populated section of the city and now were in a part of the unexplored area. "You know that this area has not yet been cleared of vermin and wild beasts, you could get hurt, especially if that sword you keep on your hip is just for show," she admonished, her arms akimbo after observing that the area was relatively safe.
"Yes indeed, and if we tarry at all we could be late for the Conclave," added Darshesinh, "remember, it is only at the behest of the circle of prophets that you came, my good friend the chief sorcerer was meant to come in your stead."
"My apologies," replied Draelinh, after a quick once over again of the room, "I suppose neither of you saw the little girl outside?" Seeing the puzzled look on their faces he quickly back tracked, "it must have been nothing, you are right, we must go, and for your knowledge I actually can use this sword."
Slightly confused, and looking back at the walls of the building as he left, he could make out writing on all the walls and old shelves, and then he was hurried out by the other two.
"Strange place to put a library, in between a blackshop and armory," mused Draelinh as he hurried along with the other two.
"How would you know what those were?" questioned Nethelinh, looking over quizically.
"Well, that's what the signs over the doorway said, so I'm just going by..." began Draelinh, but he was quickly interrupted by Darshesinh.
"There weren't signs over the doors, merely words written in the ancient tongue, which I hope you don't propose to know despite no one else knowing the language," accused Darshesinh.
"Most of it I can't understand, but I do know a lot, it is very similar to our own language," assuaged Draelinh, "for example, our word for make is Masr, and theirs is Masrh, practically identical."
"Similarities between two words means nothing, common has many words in common with each other, to, two and too for example," scoffed Darshesinh.
"This is true, but Preenh and Pren both mean weapons or iron tools," replied Draelinh.
"This is all nonsense to me, and besides, we have arrived, we must soon make our entrance with the High King and begin the conclave meeting," butted in Nethelinh, as they arrived before the gates of the temple, other groups walking up as well.
---will continue this in a soon post, before that will be posted a recent test of some of the mechanics by me and one of my consultants on this game. Some changes have been made since this test so it will be altered accordingly and the entire game session will be typed out soon minus the out of character talk and dice rolls. The mechanics are soon to be completed, though there are quite a lot of lists to be made and a couple more things to work out, and I will soon, meaning before August hopefully, be able to upload a character sheet.---
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