This Friday

Darkness, not the dark of a cold place deep in the ground. Not even the dark of a room one shares with a lover. No, the maddening dark where one can feel the warmth of the sun, the bitter cold of the wind. The dark that one knows is just them as they pass sounds of people talking and commenting on some item that they might see. This was the dark of a world lost to her.

Two weeks at sea were more strenuous than they had originally thought. The loss of their comrades weighed heavily on them, depleting the reserves of energy that were needed for a voyage on turbulant seas. Their ship had pulled in early morning, the capital of the Emerald Isle looming up from the island setting.

She was sleeping, that much she was sure of, but her surroundings were so real that it was hard to keep that in mind. The grand hall she was in was ostentatious. All the statues were gilded and the chandeliers were what she could tell were blood rubies and star diamonds. The table itself was sable-wood with a chilling carved inlay highlighted with a ruby/garnet dust mix in order to give the appearance that the table was bleeding. Despight the light in the room, shadows and darkness lurked in the area. Its center piece was a gristly collage of a dragon’s head with other heads impaled on the teeth and horns.

A dread worked through her when she saw this, but she felt compelled to look closer. Sure enough it was the exact piece that she herself had put together years ago, in another nightmare. The second she made this realization prompted Corax’s persistent head to start some incomprehensible chattering.

Days had gone by, at least she thought so. It was so hard to tell in this crypt of a prison. Damn those Imperium scum, if only they hadn’t been so astute. Now she was stuck her in the cold dank confines of this hell, with not so much as a trickle of her mental powers to aid her. She had started to lose track of time already, periods of sleep and wakefulness ran together in a confused jumble. She didn’t know what was to happen, and that was the worst.

Frost coated his beard, cold stung his lungs as he inhaled. The sounds of the steady rowing created a beat, Stroke two three stroke two three; Accompanied by the rhythm of breath from the grimed faced men and women that were to be his crew, hhssshhhh hheeehhh hhssshhh heeehhh. The music would have been calming, but this was not a night for calm. Instead the sound was that of a dirge that even their victems would never hear.

It was posted by another person that sometimes color text on plain background is hard to read, I’m putting it to you guys my players.

There was a make up game on sunday. All but 1 player showed up. To to the divided nature of the party there will be a general post and links to subsididary posts. The main post will cover the Spotlight group, while the subsequent links will cover the satalite groups. The decision for Primary and satalite groups are arbitary and are made for story reasons, but I will try and give each group some main time.
More to come

They all sat at the table as Sareth laid out her plan. Some with mixed emotions; others with emotions worn as a shield. She decided to take an advance party back to Nuelm, then proceed to the Emerald Isles to meet back up with the rest of the party. She had done some research, finding that the Embassy had all of their mages recalled due to the war. They were left with the choice of travelling by land or having a mage come to them.

“I will not feel comfortable until he is back in Nuelm under protective custody.” She finished her proposal with just a hint of exasberation, slowly sipping on her drink once done.

“I would much prefer the group to stay together but if this is what you want, we will do it.”

The upcoming few weeks may be hecknick. The hurricanes and offshoot storms have made it likely that I will be deployed untill the seasons end. Forgive my tardiness on this already as I have just gotten back from LA. Players try and be flexible.

All but one of the party showed lastnight, again due to illness.

Everyone gathred at the table for their mid meal, their time between meeting with the elders of Autenburg and now was spent in various ways trying to glean information about this “test” that Mesinplas was to take. They found out very little, most people haven’t even seen or knew of a person that had taken one of these tests. There where rumors galore but no actual information. They sat and ruminated on this.

All but two of the players showed friday; one due to illness the other to work. This worked out as the session was filled with travel and some store RP.

They all woke in the long house, the cold finaly starting to lift from their bodies. Suposidly it was morning, hard to tell when there is only four hours of daylight. They began to take stock of their surroundings. The house was long and wide ample room for a small village to all live in here.