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#91
Forgotten Shadows / Re: FS Out of Character Chat
Last post by Marc_du_Temple - June 17, 2024, 10:57:28 PM
maybe i should add sound of thud! heard from the outside. Bravo to our heroes on the happy reunion!
#92
DoctorM's FanFic / Re: Two Kingdoms 46 - Seeker
Last post by DoctorM - June 17, 2024, 10:30:27 PM
I'm not quite sure that I'd think of Coram as a megalomaniac, but reading the books made me see him as a man whose personal ambitions were tied up with being what I suppose would be something like being specially chosen. And people like that always make me suspicious.

I am always fascinated by the origin story for Deryni. There's so much mystery still!



Quote from: DerynifanK on June 17, 2024, 09:51:36 PMI like this, especially the origin myths that you created. I enjoyed those. Certainly a very different view of Stefan Coram. I had never seen him as a megalomaniac which is how he sounds here. What little I had read about him before made him sound like an enemy of Wencit and a Haldane supporter, not ambitious for himself. Wonder which view is more accurate. I do have to say that the Camberian Council never seemed to me to have much defending of Deryni.
#93
DoctorM's FanFic / Re: Two Kingdoms 45 - Roadways
Last post by DoctorM - June 17, 2024, 10:27:05 PM
I think that the poor maps are something that really irritates Christian, both as a light-horse commander and as someone who likes knowing what's on the other side of the hill wherever he goes.I'm getting the idea  that he has ambitions for the postwar that would include a school for history and cartography.

I've never been sure how many Portals there are and how many have been created and abandoned or shut down. I get the impression that not everyone who uses or creates them wants them known. I do wonder how long a Portal lasts once created, and if there's a way to create a single-use Portal that closes up once anything has gone through.

But true, you can't get an army through one. Trying to lead a horse through one would be...a feat.

Quote from: DerynifanK on June 17, 2024, 09:33:10 PMI like Brechlin's description of the portals as honeycomb of secret roads for Deryni but I didn't think portals were that wide spread. In fact I thought they were rather sparse in Gwynedd. How did they manage to construct so many? The description of the maps as so unreliable is concerning. Maybe Christian should address that problem. I liked this chapter a lot. I like your characters and how they interact. After all, they can't send an army through portals so more accurate maps seen important.




#94
Forgotten Shadows / Re: FS Out of Character Chat
Last post by Laurna - June 17, 2024, 10:12:08 PM
QuoteSir Lord Airich O'Mazing

I am starting to love Edwin's cultural guesses at Airich's last name.

But dang man, I really hope someone can catch our hard won fighter before he smacks his already injured face even harder into the floor. The poor boy really needs all his teeth. PLEASE!
#95
Forgotten Shadows / Re: Forgotten Shadows
Last post by Nezz - June 17, 2024, 09:59:37 PM
Fifteen... sixteen... seventeen steps! Airich counted it a victory that he'd achieved the second floor.1

At the top, out of sight of the people in the tavern below, Airich stopped, leaned against the wall, and breathed in slowly and deeply, wincing in pain. I don't know how you did it, Da... a single brawl and now I won't be able to move for a week. The ringing in his right ear nearly drowned out the sounds of the fight's aftermath, and the tavern's attempt to return to normal.

He should probably go to his room and make sure his gear was packed. The innkeeper would eventually track down the instigators of the fight and demand payment for any furniture that was damaged, and possibly charge a fee. And probably toss Airich out of his lodgings.

He really needed to be more careful with his money. He was a long way from home and this money needed to last. He glanced at the dagger still clenched in his fist. He could probably sell the serviceable weapon for a half-sovereign, less if he had to go through the black market. He certainly wasn't going to return it to its former owner. Drawing steel—even a dagger—during a tavern brawl, indeed. The man was lucky Airich had only planted his elbow into his throat, rather than the dagger he now held in his hand. He tucked it through his belt.

All this trouble over a girl.

No, all this trouble because you wouldn't do the smart thing. It would have been simple to sidetrack him instead. Just a nudge, plant a new thought, and ol' Jasper would have been demanding more ale and completely forgotten about the red-haired girl...

Airich irritably smothered that train of thought. It served no purpose.

It's not like Jasper's a good man, you would have been well justified in saving that girl the easier way—

Be quiet!

Arguing with himself made his head hurt worse.

Something tickled his lip. He wiped at it, and was surprised to see it was blood. He hadn't even noticed it for the overall numbness of his face. And... gah, was that a loose tooth? Hopefully just his mind playing tricks on him.

He really needed to go lie down.

Airich slowly shuffled down the hall, holding himself upright against the wall, dim rushlight showing the way to his room. He passed the first guest-room door, the one they kept separate for women, and was surprised to see it open and light spilling out. A glance within showed him a man, his back toward Airich, facing down a woman. The woman was staring out the door, towards Airich, her face awash in mistrust.

Please, God, please let her not be in danger from this man, I can't do any more to help...

The man turned, and—thank you God, I owe you for this one—it was Edwin, looking curious and affable, as ever.

"There he is, the hero of the hour," Edwin called out. Airich thought those were his words, based on his lip movement: the ringing in his ears was getting louder and becoming more of a roaring.

"You should have warned me you were about to pick a fight with the entire tavern," Edwin continued as he saw Airich pull away from the wall and stand up straight while in the hall. He couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice. "I would have found myself the best seat in the house. And run the betting table. 'Sir Lord Airich O'Mazing against the entire patronage of the King's Arms.'" Edwin stressed this with a sneer. "We could have made quite the haul. That is, if you'd bothered to tell me! But what's a scrivener's livelihood to one such as you? A mere pittance. You risked my future just to impress a damsel whose favors you could have bought for a penny. Thank God Almighty and these women that my bag isn't ashes now."

"I repeat, I don't like seeing knowledge burn," Elspeth stated, "or anything used to record knowledge." She didn't like how the man in the hall stood there, unmoving. Something about him made her uneasy. Listening to the student talking to him, he was probably one of the men involved in the brawl. She thought she detected a faint moist glistening on his face from a bloody nose. Best move these boys along quickly.

"The armed doormen will probably come up this way looking for the troublemakers. You two had better get off to your room if you want to avoid trouble," she said. The student looked at her, his brow furrowing again, this time with worry. He looked back at his friend in the hall, who continued standing there, staring.

Soft in the head, Elspeth thought. The one man pretending to be a student, and his stupid muscle-bound friend. What are these two playing at? She caught Amy's eye and narrowed her own, letting the younger woman know to stay on her guard. Amy responded by tightening her grip on her dagger and looking grim.

Then Elspeth saw the other man's face drain of blood. His eyes rolled back and he swayed.

"Catch him, he's going down!" she yelled as the man's knees buckled and he slumped into a dead faint.

1How long can we stay upright? 1=shorter, 6=longer
1d6=6
#96
DoctorM's FanFic / Re: Two Kingdoms 46 - Seeker
Last post by DerynifanK - June 17, 2024, 09:51:36 PM
I like this, especially the origin myths that you created. I enjoyed those. Certainly a very different view of Stefan Coram. I had never seen him as a megalomaniac which is how he sounds here. What little I had read about him before made him sound like an enemy of Wencit and a Haldane supporter, not ambitious for himself. Wonder which view is more accurate. I do have to say that the Camberian Council never seemed to me to have much defending of Deryni.
#97
DoctorM's FanFic / Re: Two Kingdoms 45 - Roadways
Last post by DerynifanK - June 17, 2024, 09:33:10 PM
I like Brechlin's description of the portals as honeycomb of secret roads for Deryni but I didn't think portals were that wide spread. In fact I thought they were rather sparse in Gwynedd. How did they manage to construct so many? The description of the maps as so unreliable is concerning. Maybe Christian should address that problem. I liked this chapter a lot. I like your characters and how they interact. After all, they can't send an army through portals so more accurate maps seen important.



#98
Forgotten Shadows / Re: FS Out of Character Chat
Last post by DerynifanK - June 17, 2024, 09:06:45 PM
Glad that Edwin was able to get his satchel back. Hope he is properly grateful that the ladies rescued it from the flames once he gets it through his head that they were not trying to steal it.
#99
DoctorM's FanFic / Re: Two Kingdoms 46 - Seeker
Last post by RiverOtter - June 17, 2024, 03:52:38 PM
I am enjoying this very much. Seeing this world through a different lens makes me appreciate the saying that history is written by the victors.
#100
Forgotten Shadows / Re: Forgotten Shadows
Last post by Laurna - June 17, 2024, 01:20:34 PM
Brandishing her dagger in a firm grip at chest height, Amy unlatched the door and jumped a full step back.

"Watch yourself boy, I am not afraid to use this. We don't want to bring downstairs trouble up here." The shell gleam of Amy's eyes kept an account of every move the student made.

Following an exasperated curse, the tall young man paced forward two long strides. Amy jumped back in retreat to match, keeping herself and the dagger steadily between this man and Elspeth who was repacking the bag's contents.

"Slow down! You will get your stuff. But only if you keep your courtesy to us women."

"What courtesy do I owe thieves!" The student retorted.  His forehead was compressed with frustration, his hands tensely flexed before him, palms out, in plain sight, free of weapons. No calluses on these hands, proving labor was not his occupation, instead showing ink stains around his fingers. Nevertheless, Amy feared those empty hands if they came too close.

"It wasn't us who threw your bag in the fire," Amy countered. She added that special gift to her voice that often convinced others toward her cause. ((Amy using her Charisma on Edwin 3d6= 5 + 1 + 2  Success)) "Miss Elspeth rescued your property when no one else would. You should thank her."

"The way I saw it, you ran like thieves!" the tall boy claimed. Yet his face was slowly unwrinkling and he stopped looking like he was about to rush her.

"We've seen a brawl or two, I dare say," Amy replied more assuredly.  "We both know to run before the whole tavern erupts into chaos and no one but the constable wins."

"It's all right, Am's, here's his stuff back. The flame didn't catch on the papers inside." Elspeth lifted the sachet with an outstretched hand just beyond the reach of Amy's dagger. "Know that we never had any intention of theft. Just didn't have many options... I am not one to let books, or in this case precious parchment, go to the flames.... We meant no disrespect, not knowing who the owner was."

When the student moved too fast to snatch back his bag, Amy again threatened him with her dagger. It wasn't one of those small eating knives either, more like a weapon a man would carry.  He slowed his motion and inched forward taking the top corner of the outstretched bag. He could feel the crisp burns in the leather under his fingers. 

Greatly relieved that he was not going to have to come to fist-to-cuffs with two women, he took his bag, opened it with a quick glance inside, then gave a slow nod to the brown haired girl who had saved his possessions. "Thank you."

In that moment she looked up at him with a warm brown eyed gaze from a half tilt in her head accepting his apology.  In the next moment, however, she heard shuffling footsteps coming down the hall and she turned her full face to him exploring the space behind him. He shivered as her one crystal clear blue eye came into full view.