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Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:49 pm

Tom slowly opens his eyes. His clenched claw comes sharply into focus. He opens it slowly, revealing a pipe. He looks around, the bleak fetters of the Hope Wastes coming into view. He let out a defeated sigh.

I have much to do.

He got up and began to walk. He didn’t know where he was going but his feet just seemed to be taking him somewhere and he had no reason to argue with them.
The Hope Wastes seemed nothing like he had imagined. He had been told stories of a bleak desolate landscape, instead it almost seemed… over populated.
He arrived at a substantial fort.

…bastion of hope… I’m not welcome here.

He didn’t know how but he knew there was no way he’d be welcome here he turned to leave when something else caught his eye, a large tatty looking building. The building came sharply into view it appeared to be made of timber clad in some kind of hide. As he got closer he saw a shadow elf waist deep in a ditch that surrounded the building sticking sharpened wooden shafts pointing outward making a fierce looking fortification. Up on the wall an air elf appeared to be securing a freshly dried hide to the fortification in front of what appeared to be a doorway was a human clad in chain and demon looking hide. On his belt he appeared to have what looked like a small stake knife mage of rift.

Welcome stranger do you seek shelter in Varya's great fort.

Tom looked at him bemused.

Varya's what??

The human let out an almost surprised chuckle.

Varya's fort of protection. For all those who may not enter the bastion the fort was built. Any may enter. Any who seek Varya's protection.

Tom looks around, hell it was better than nothing.

Ok he says I'll take up your offer

The human smiles with pride. He leaves quickly and comes back with another much older looking human.

This is Arthur, head of this fort.

The human beckons him into the building. Inside the inner wall is a series of poorly crafted bunk rooms with thin walls of hide stitched together. He leads Tom to the centre of the fort . inside the room are two very distinct shrines to Varya. One made of thorns the other is made of a few short arrows and fine cloth. Around them other people have made shrines to other gods. The room is full of people huddled up to the walls talking in hushed voices.

Later I shall sort you out with a bed. But until then I shall leave you here. This room is the same size and shape of the original fort, the two Varya shrines you see are memorials to the two men who engineered the fort’s buildings but many others have built shrines around them. This is allowed and encouraged. In these troubled times a bit of faith never hurt anyone.

Do you have any skills that you are willing to offer to help keep this a place of safety? Errm…joining the watch maybe?


Tom pondered a moment.

I was a sentinel. I’ll help keep your people safe.

The human looked at him surprised.

A sentinel? Well that’s very noble, I’m sure the guard will be honoured to have you alongside them. Well, I shall summon someone to sort you out with whatever you shall need but until then this room is a common meeting point, pray, socialise, tell your story. Dinner will be served shortly.

As the human left, Tom took a quick look around then went to his bag and began making a shrine. To this he added lit incense which filled the room with a calming aroma. He sits in front of his shrine and sings.

To see mad Tom o’ Bedlam, ten thousand miles I’ll travel. Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes from gravel……

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:35 pm

**As Tom sings, words appear in a dull greenish-gold letters**

Protection... it means nothing. In the end Death will come to everyone.

**The words fade, being replaced, in vivid purple text**

I tell you what Death you are really depressing sometimes

**The words vanish from the shrine**

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:19 pm

Tom stops wat just happened had that been a conversation he had seen and dose singing sumehow allow you to see it he douted it but carryed on regadless
I went to plotos kitchen to brake me fast one morning

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:25 pm

**Tom, and only Tom, hears a female voice shouting**

Yeah loser! What you shooting at the church for? Not exactly respectful is it? If you were shooting at my church I'd deck ya!

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:29 pm

**Tom notices further writing, this time scratched into the gound around him**

Luthir is god of bards, though why he would show up to us is beyond me.

**Tom can almost hear a voice reading these words. There is an obvious confusion in the voice, with an edge of sarcasm.**

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:14 pm

This is church of menny gods manny ways of worship I sing to pry it's luthirs way

Tom looks around restlessly looking for the voic onere

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:03 pm

**Without a shred of emotion, a voice speaks to Tom**

Rock cakes, anyone? I love this city.

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:39 pm

who are you

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:36 pm

**An angry voice seems to respond to Tom's question. It does not feel like an answer. The voice doesn't even seem to be speaking to Tom**

You should have more respect for the ascended, your blood runs because of The Queen, the walls hold because of Varya.

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:42 pm

Ascended who are you specking to wear are you

Tom terns his head rapidly from side to side looking in confusion and panic

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:35 pm

**The Fort seems suddenly very quiet. Some of the others around the shrine notice Tom's distress, but these things are fairly normal in the Wastes, so most ignore him.**

**A human, plainly dressed, and looking a little lost, approaches, and places a hand on Tom's shoulder**

There is nobody talking to you but me, friend; and this is the first I have spoken. My name is Irno, what is yours?

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:49 pm

Urmm Tom I swear ... Voices.... Wats an asended .... Why can't you sing in the fort

Tom looks around for the righting he saw erler

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:05 pm

**Irno looks somewhat confused.**

Ascended? Like a Haran, or a god, or something? I wasn't aware of any law or statute forbidding singing within the Fort. Although, most people rarely have any desire to do so. What's happened to make you think there's a singing ban?

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Re: Tom

Postby Damiensluman » Fri Oct 07, 2011 12:44 pm

tom looks to the shrine
i heard...voices they called themsevs the asended sumthing about a queen and... varea

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Re: Tom

Postby Peter Levy » Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:24 pm

**Irno smiles a kind smile**

Well, Tom, this is Varya's fort, is it not? I should expect his name would come up a bit around these parts.

**The sound of fighting can be heard in the distance, as though two gangs had finally lost their tempers with each other. Irno looks suddenly very arfaid, the colour draining from his face**

They must not be allowed to enter the Fort. If His followers find this place...

**His voice trails off as he stares out towards the gates of the fort.**

I should leave. Don't listen to the voices. In this place, your imagination is not your friend.

**He turns to leave**


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