Monthly Archives: September 2017

The First Stone Tablet

The stone giant began to pile together the pieces of ancient stone. From ruins of long ago. And it would finally construct a sort of temple ruin. Back and forth upon the clearing of the Moei Asing, Ornith’s field. Near the Kuvari and the Kuvessi stone healing pond. Back and forth it would lumber and rumble its warnings.  That the stones were broken and must be repaired. That they sorrowed and lament over the Great Tree because it has been harmed. Such talk about darkness falling and the stones require repair. The balance… must be repaired.  

Rauth K’ylan, the stone giant, was slow and hard at work under water. It continued to hum and spark. It was a brilliant light that shot up and out of the water, cascading into the sky only so far before it would break apart and fall over the water as so many millions of fire flies.  Embers that died and fizzled into the water.  A great billowing bubble shot to the surface and broke hard and a sort of groan escaped it. Otherwise silence until sometime later the large hands of the stone giant broke the surface of the water and grasped at the rocks of the shore line. Then it’s head breached the surface, spilling a great wash of water up over the surface and out into the field. “RRAAAAAOOOORRWRWWRRR” A loud and booming sound of utter frustration and desperation came forth from the stone giant as he climbed back to shore. Falling silent and simply staring at the stone ruins once more. 

Just staring.  And still. So still. He’d start to moan like a very deep rumbling in actual rock. They milled about him, Wanton Aime, a rather large dragon and Keth of the Moei Asing. And once the satyr spoke of crashing planes – a curious reference to the void rifts let loose upon the realm by the Ebon Reach – he’d let loose another terrible warbling bellow. “CURSE THE DARKNESS CURSE AND THE BROKEN MUST BE FIXED”.  He lumbered forward again and stood right among the ruins.  He’d touch his hand to them and at the same time tiny splinters would appear upon his stone skin and upon the rock he touched. 

The stone giant continues his digging… or… forming… not really clear what he was doing with the rocks and his own rocky skin. But something was being fashioned.  A stone tablet of sorts.  And then he’d begin to write upon it. Or… the impressions would appear as though the etched stone sunk into the solid rock, not chiseled into it. As though the very stone were living.  For a time, he would groan and ‘write’ and soon fashioned something upon the stone tablet. He heard them talking. All the talking.  Yet, these creatures… were in their own way … useful to the stone’s own purpose. “REDEMPTION!” He bellowed in some sort of sorrowful rock accent, right as Keth spoke of what had happened to Tilikambo. Clearly the stone giant was not happy about that.  Solitary creatures, these stone giants, but they had a mission. And this one ached to fulfill it.  He backed away a step and stared at the stone tablet… as though perhaps proof reading it for spelling error… and then he would simply turn and lumber away… not stopping at all for anyone or anything. 

And so the mystery of the stone giants presence and their strange language continues. Why are they here and what do they want? 

-Su’mei’an of the Moei Asing and witness to these events

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Ranged Weapons Contest! (July 27, 6-8:30PM SLT)

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Bring your ‘Weapon of Choice’ or one may be provided for you!

Hand Crafted is hosting a Ranged Weapons contest on Wednesday from dusk til dark on the beach (6-8:30PM SLT).

 Here is an opportunity for you to show your superiority in ranged weaponry.  Or simply practice your skills with the friendly encouragement of your peers.  Eyr’s beach winds can be tricky and have proven an equalizer in the past.

Bring your ranged weapon of choice.  If you do not have one, we can provide one for you.   If it can be tossed, blown, or fired, it can be qualified as a weapon.  Though no spelled items or magics may be used during the course of the event.  Anyone found using magical enhancements will be tossed accordingly.

All are invited to attend.  All of Eyr’s hunters, warriors, or spectators.  So come and be prepared to show your skills or cheer on your favorite contestant.   The winner will be able to choose a custom made clothing article from either the leathercraft or tailoring booth.

Contact Blanche Greyling at the Craft Dock if you have questions.

Submitted by Blanche Greyling, Hand Crafted Proprietor


Submitted OOCLY by Blanche Fralto

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The Athenaeum is activated.

After the crystals were destroyed by the machinations of the evil lich, Ganis, the door to the Temple of the Ebon Reach was locked. Several of the Reach had been trying to find a way to open the great stone door.  A rather infamous lot, no doubt. Struggled against the door with magic and physical force for some time that night until finally… the door rolled open. But not perhaps by their efforts alone… Entering the strange temple arrangement, they found nothing.  Except silence and … the feeling of something ancient and ageless. When the stone giant revealed itself to them, they tried with some good effort to speak to and question the ancient and cursed creature. It refused to reveal its secrets to them. In fact, it did little else than wave its arms of stone about. Certainly the Reachers considered themselves out of luck… until the stone giant activated the Athenaeum.  

What is the Athenaeum? I have no clue. Perhaps an ancient library of some sort? All I can tell you is what I saw that night.  Perhaps these clues will aid you, the intrepid reader, to figure out the mystery. 

The stone giant issued a low growling groan. It didn’t sound angry, just, awakening. Its sight did not appear to focus on anyone in the room, even though there was plenty of conversation going on as to what the stone giant must be doing and why. In fact, no regard was given at all to those who apparently were invading its space, as clearly, the giant of stone was familiar with its surroundings. Its movement, creaking and rasping in sound, sent impact tremors felt by all in the temple and beyond into the wider Ebon Reach.   The lighted motes in the room coalesced around his hulk and spun as if in response to his presence.  He turned in a slow circle, thick stone fingers began to make delicate traceries in the air.

The Reachers seemed to confirm… that this giant of stone acted in such a manner that knowledge would be revealed to them. 

The stone giant continued the traceries. Large arms waving as the air in the room began to thicken.  A rising sense of power strong enough to make skin prickle bounced about the room.  The stone giant groaned again, louder this time and with purpose.  The sound much like the rumbling sound of a distant rock slide rising in volume.  The walls and ground now visibly vibrated with the sound.  Light motes and dust begin to swirl down from the heights and through the air to settle on those gathered.  The feeling of power in the room was also rising.  Those sensitive to magic felt it in their gut and a tingling along their extremities.  Even those not magical based could feel goosebumps of awareness.  Static electricity clung to the air.  With a loud “ROAAAARRRRR” the creature spread its arms as light traceries begin to blink and glow along the walls and in the air.   

And with these maneuvers, the stone giant activated the Athenaeum and it flickered to life. 

The stone giant appeared to react to words spoken of sin and redemption. Those present could feel the emotions swirling in the very air. The stone giant revealed himself as ‘Kohl’ and quite loudly at that. The lights brightened in the place, perhaps to full strength and the stone giant revealed that indeed the Athenaeum was engaged and that it’s task was done and its service complete. And then the stone giant would simply disappear back into the rock of the temple. Seemingly gone. Leaving behind a mystery that might never be solved. And yet, the Reachers would try to decipher the symbols floating horizontally and vertically in a swirling blue miasma within the temple proper. They’d work far into the night, but be no closer to true understanding in the morning then when they began.

– anonymous, because who wouldn’t fear reprisal from the Reach?  

((ooc by Eiirwen, with thanks and quotation credit to Blanche Fralto, for voicing the stone giant, Kohl IC))

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Stormstead Founder’s Day: Partying like it’s 1367!!

A rousing and wondrous display of pageantry and celebration as the citizens of Stormstead and her allies gathered to recognize the spirit of the village founding. The village was well decorated for the occasion and a gathering took place at the Crafter’s Dock to begin the parade. Wanton Aime led the procession after adorning himself with bright costume and plumage per the village symbol, the hearty and unassuming swallow. Julian Kor’me of the Gnome Depot, Orliene of the Bathhouse and Hope of the Medica, as well as Keth of the Moei Asing joined in the parade procession and followed their intrepid leader.  Wanton coursed his way through the village foot paths and wooden decking, up the hill past the Gnome Depot and the Title Wave, over to the Governor’s hut and around the bend past the Medica to the Salty Swallow.  All along the way stopping to observe the good name of Stormstead and offer insight into the various points of interest.  Also noting how Stormstead remains high and dry amid both conflict and the seasonal weather.

The final stop of the parade route was the fishing dock below the infamous bath house. The denizens gathered together for food, imbibed drinks and games.  There were some grand finale fireworks on display and an appearance and address by Governor Aaron Guile!

Governor Guiles good words:

“Another year has come to pass! And Stormstead is alive and thriving! Unlike myself!” (ghost humor) “Good evening all, good evening! This is-oh, I do believe our second celebration of Founder’s Day, though it was twelve years ago we settled here from Mystara. We built this village from a tent city and into the foundations ripped from the earth and ships we sailed upon. And though we have been set back many a time, always does Stormstead rebuild itself bigger and better.”

And then the Governor offered a toast: “To many more years of Stormstead. Stormstead stands!” Everyone in attendance cheered and the evening concluded peacefully.  May peace continue to rule over all of Stormstead! Stormstead stands!

– Julian Kor’me – Shalan’ti traders guild and Stormstead citizen

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Bath house set ablaze!

Walking fire.  That’s what it looked like.  Following after a red winged woman and a corpse that appeared almost like a living man. Their parade itself something to frighten the weak of heart. As they skulked through the jungle on their way to their victims and their prize.  All the denizens of the village followed the ruckus and the sights and smell of a fire. They Ebon Reach had set fire to the bath house! Or so it appeared.  Upon further inspection… it seems that the walking corpse man is not with them. The red winged woman… it was unclear what her motivations were in the matter. However, what was readily seen were the corpses of the dead and the walking fire… living fire that acted under the command and control of the red winged woman.

Not long after, the one known as Quiet and the supposed new Eternal, now a winged one herself, arrived at the bath house, its roof already up in flames and they disavowed the corpse man’s actions. Quiet proceeded to put out the rest of the flames that had already partially succumbed to the efforts of several denizens, later identified as Vos, Omi and Keth, to squelch the fire with water from a line of buckets to the nearby ponds and back. The Eternal ripped the corpse man to shreds and tossed his limbs all around as though he were merely a wild animal’s play thing. Such violence. And yet, the bath house was saved in partial form, mostly intact at its foundations. The roof fell in upon a rather curious creature, who appeared to be a man but of some considerable strength. However, he escaped. And with him the other Reachers. Perhaps it may be time to have them see some prison for their constant meddling.  Then again, the building and perhaps the nearby trees would have burned entirely and folks injured as well, without their intervention. It’s a difficult thing, being saved by one’s enemies.

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Once the smoke cleared, Billy Holt of the Hand Crafted Jobs and Trades organized several reconstruction efforts. The Stormstead Guard house is out of order, due to a recent escape. Now, there’s a giant hole where the door used to be! Villagers can help by gathering materials and putting the pieces together. Visit Billy in the Stormstead Guard House for more details. There’s coin involved as well! Billy and his brother have also organized the bath house reconstruction.  Setting up supplies for folks to use to aid in rebuilding the roof. Be sure to see Sam Holt at the bath house for more information. He’s offering coin as well for work completed.

– a witness to the chaos, or maybe someone trying to make sure the correct accounting of things is told!

 

 

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The Ebon Reach Market: A complete success!

The event began quite beneficially with all parties resorting to trade or fellowship and there was little conflict at all.  Tano of the Shalan’ti traders’ guild, Julian Kor’me and Lady Drusa, also of Shalan’ti, led the efforts of the denizens to trade the copious and eclectic goods that Eyr has to offer, but also some finery from Shalan’ti as well.  Akane Kurisuti provided entertainment with her beautiful dancing, as well as the instrumentals of her ever-present rabble of musicians. Juni of the Moei Asing and Hope of Stormstead were content in aiding a mysterious black wolf who had been injured. Once joined by others, the trader’s fair truly seemed as it was advertised, a peaceful endeavor hosted by the Ebon Reach in order to draw in trade to their well decorated and plentiful Market.  

Quite suddenly however, things took a turn for the worse. As lightning flashed and struck through the cavernous Reach.  Its source was not readily apparent though by the words of the one known as Quiet, it seemed the dastardly lich, Ganis was somehow at fault.  Strangely, he has not been seen since. And so the lightning continued to flash and upset the denizens who attended the market event. Many suffered severe burns and other wounds. And as they were being evacuated or leaving of their own volition, it became clear that the great blue crystals before the waters of the Kuvari inlet, bridged between the volcano and the market itself, were in effect amplifying the dangerous conditions.  They were summarily destroyed, shattered.  

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Overall a truly remarkable event. Not only for its potential to bring in a variety of trade goods from about the realm, but also as a way to show the benign treatments shown forth by Quiet of the Ebon Reach. She did say, that no one would be tortured or kidnapped that day… fingers crossed. However, she can never speak for the Eternal or the now deceased lich and apparent master of the terrible nuisance Alexander. So it is very good to know, he is dead. Very dead.

-a studious and learned scholar of the Ebon Reach

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