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IH basic SRD -
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Myth-Weavers transfer:
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This is the second IC thread for the Beyond Myria campaign for Iron Heroes.
OOC
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=50104
IC#1
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=48965
Page 1 - Meeting the Thane (Egrek)
Page 2 - Thieves! Cadinoc! Argh!
page 3 - Wendigo in the Mist?
page 4 - Disaster!
page 5 - Shiverbits!
page 6 - The Meat of Misfortune
page 7 - First Night
page 8 -
page 22 - Defending the Tower
page 23 - Mammoth Back Fighting!
page 24 - Meeting Your End / Funeral
page 25 - Escaping Sacrifices
page 26 - Meeting the Warden
page 27 - Plea for Aid
page 28 - Can the Column Wait?
page 29 - Preparing to Leave
page 30 - Healing Jyn
page 31 - Ogres and Gas Are A Bad Combination
page 32 - Wolf in Your Midst
page 33 - Wolf on You Side?
page 34 - Ingvar in the Buff
page 35 - Inside the Mountain
page 36 - Raenis'/Granish's Tale
page 37 - Revelation! Lupin or Wolvun? [Raenis' version of history:
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...=48965&page=37 ]
page 38 - While the Guardian Battles
page 39 - Getting the Sun
page 40 - Bridge Over the Lava Lake
page 41 - Finishing the Lizards
page 42 - Recovering Faillune
page 43 - Discussing Destiny (Inside the Vault)
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The Lorebook of Raenis Goldsage
((The journal begins with a series of diary entries – these begin with a meeting of the champions and their quest to find the Vendigo. Much of the beginning part is extremely archaic and will take considerable time to translate.
HOWEVER, as the book proceeds Raenis seems to acquire more and more words from languages that you know between you. With you all involved, the last entries are readable. The second half of the book is in the form of notes, with the back pages used for rough jottings))
((Entries are in the order they appear in the book, not necessarily the order in which they were translated.))
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((Second translation - This section is the first one that is close to the common Myrian language.))
Finally we have them! With the pledge of the people of the Kumsbin Peaks and of Rivermynd Trakand we have our fourth champion and our coterie is forming. Only a few more and we will have champions from all the Peoples, all the races from all the corners of beautiful Myria.
Now we have the leaders and many fertile lands to recruit strong warriors for our army we can begin to muster and train. Our coterie must start this before we can away to do our tasks.
The Kumsbin people are notorious in the mid-East, although many of us in the West had never heard of them. It seems they live their lives almost entirely in the mountains, having suspicions bordering on superstitions about the lowlanders and the flat open plains. They trade when traders come to them, and since their high peaks are so rich in red ores and strong herbs then many are willing to make the journey. They have little use for the prized foods of the farmers but they seem to very much like fruits and oils. Although they spurn the hides of livestock as leather cheap won if they have not killed them in battle, the oils for tanning are very valuable to them.
Whatever we offered them or warned them of or enticed them with glorious battles, none of these things would persuade them to come join us.
It was only the magic that the dvarf showed us that finally persuaded them. The vial was made and we collected blood from every tribe we could find. Near every family we encountered was represented there. Even the Kumsbin people -or Avalanchers as the largest group call themselves- gave willingly, but none would drink because of their superstitions. Niper grew furious, one moment he came to me threatening them, the next he wanted to forget them all. Finally he cursed them and took to his horse, insulting their mothers and their manhoods for cowards. I thought they might cut him down, but one of the oldest warriors stepped forward and said he would drink. I will never forget his words, “You speak to me of courage and your troubles. Yet you never asked what troubles us here. You ask me to drink, yet do not drink yourself. I call you Stranger, not Friend! I should laugh at you and throw you from my mountain. Yet instead, I will drink and if I do not like the taste I will tell you it is bad wine and send you on your way. If it is poison then I will cut you down before I die. You will see Avalanche courage and you will always remember my name. I am Votinel Onyader and my father was Hurralan and his father was Nojamin and his father was Hurraffain and he was descended from Rig who is the Thane of Great All and guides our people.”
And so he drank from the vial of ancestors that the dvarf had shown us how to make. And like us all he had the revelation. He felt the weaves that spin between his People, he felt the heart of everyone close to him, he heard the voice of their concern. He was made jarl of his people for a year and a day for his courage, and a great leader he was. He said he was too old to help us, and so he sent us Rivermynd Trakand who was the greatest warrior that I have ever seen.
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The one I was sent to meet has joined us. The Cadinoc have ‘lent’ us one of their sisters, Gerthwyn Fleetfoot Cadinoc. She is a remarkable person, intelligent and powerful yet at times teasing and brooding. The Wolvun have many ways that are strange to me but I will understand them as any language. I just must not forget that they are very different, no matter how close they appear. She has a remarkable grasp of spirits and again some very different ideas. I try and question her but she seems to find out more about me for every question I ask.
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((Third translation))
We have achieved a victory today, though the price was high. At the Brightwood Dell we put many of our ideas and our hard training to practise. The Ringed Forest people and the Kumsbin fought alongside us for the first time, though the former had more at stake for the battle was on their land and they lost many good people.
Our training has certainly paid off and it served us well for we believe one of the Vendigo was present for a while and still we won through. Again there were many of the hairless ones from the East arrayed against us and they do indeed bear striking resemblance to the Kumsbin, but without any such discipline or focus. Those great savage beasts that come with them I still have no idea of - for they seem mindless – but the Kumsbin treat them not like a horror but like any other foe and that courage strengthened all our men.
We unfurled our banners when their roaring began following our plan. It seemed to puzzle those beasts! Apekatt, I have heard some call them, and they are so simple-minded that the colours and cloths confuse them.
As we believed, the peoples took heart from seeing our huge emblems and symbols of their homelands held high and those for whom it had became a point of pride shouted back in return, joining in with the wild Fanoc Callers who seem to hate them so. The others have begun to see the point as well, the more martial ones see how easily our packs moved when they could see their markers around the field. And for us in command we gained great knowledge simply by how and where they were flown.
We scattered their herds and cut many down but our dead number dozens. Nigh a century of our Peoples fought perhaps twice that of them and we give many thanks for our close victory. The Kumsbin took a great risk in leaving the hillside flank we put them on. We thought to keep them out of the lowlands but they streamed down like diving eagles when they had the chance to fight. Their tactics are unorthodox and glory-seeking but they do watch out for each other.
We found the carrying chair the Vendigo are held up on by their slaves so the incantor must have fled. If left a large book of sorcery behind and Gerthwyn has it though I warned her to be careful. The book may indeed give clues to their magic but anything that calls on infernal spirits is dangerous and we must beware it. It is bound with chains for a reason I am sure.
The forest people are grateful, though we see the pain in their eyes. All the others are hardened to our cause too, so we have gained in more ways than one. Bathoc pointed this out of course, he can be so coldly practical, but I cannot doubt the truth of it.
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((First translation))
While we have continued to search for her, we can only assume that Gerthwyn is lost to us. Last we spoke, we have agreed that she would not attempt the rite, but she has broken that agreement. We know because she has taken the book again, she must be preparing to create the spawn she wished for. If she births that army we can never be safe. The thought of what she would do to herself sickens me, it cannot be her. She must have been fully taken by the spirit now.
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Since the battle at the Rigthane Spears it seems we have been truly broken. We cannot continue to fight the Vendigo whilst that damned sorceress plagues our flank. I do not believe she cares aught for the sun any more, as long as the moon hangs high she will see it as a victory. She has finally accomplished what nothing else could, the Lupin and Wolvun are come to bloodshed. Many times have I heard reports of skirmishes now.
The dvarf have spoken of intervening. Those strange spirits are noble in their way, but they terrify me. They speak casually of balance as though that could explain their actions. We had asked them if a weapon could be wrought to weaken the moon walkers, but in balance they said they must have one to harm the Lupin as well.
And they went to their forges and did just that. It seems that two of the dvarf were close to ascending and they had to have the weapons ready to contain their souls. They will hold both until one of them is needed.
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We returned from the Widow’s Peak with her infernal book. She will come for it, soon, and we must be ready to trap her.
In case that we do not succeed in binding her, those that come after must be given some chance. And so we bind what we have gathered in here, in the armour store of Mettenheim. Gerthwyn’s journal and mine shall go in here, together with the book of chains. The great blades that the dvarf have forged will dwell here too.
In case our peoples weaken and fall, we have the artefact that we hoped might save the Wolvun. With the vial of ancestors interred here, we know that they still have a chance to take the form of their forefathers again. We have collected a droplet of blood from every group of the Peoples that we have met and believe it will work for any of them. If this spirit that Gerthwyn has released manages to affect another one of the Peoples, this should aid them too.
In case our histories are lost, those that come after must know what went before. The loremen have undertaken to gather the knowledge of all the peoples, they will take the best of warriors and sages and learn from them, spreading the learning. They will try and gather all of them in great Tywyn, though the journey will be long and perilous, and they may travel for years, they have sworn themselves to the duty until the death of all their kin.
The first that they took were the Cadinoc, so finally we know that pure Wolvun blood is far to the West, well away from Gerthwyn and what she has become. Let us hope that others of the many tribes join them in days to come, so that all our Peoples may survive.
The Voice of Raenis Goldsage speaks through these pages. Ddetholedig bencampwr chan'r brenin chan'm boblogi. R'n fawr chiwdod chan'r fynydd bant agenna at efell afonydd.
((Chosen champion of the king of my people. The great clan of the mountain valley split by twin rivers = Ffridd Uchaf/Upper Mountain Pasture))
Let all who know me respect these words as my given truth.
((I will add more to this translation as you spend more time on it.))
The second book, supposedly of the Adelmada, Gerthwyn Fleetfoot Cadinoc
((This journal is marked on every alternate page by straight scratches in differing patterns. There is large blank section in the middle. The back pages contain an entirely different set of symbols, many of them analogous to natural phenomena: sun, rivers, trees, mountains, lakes, snow, ice and animals. The moon and stars are used at the start of several pages.
Often, there are sections at the bottom of pages with some very peculiar symbols, these are large blots of ink with no real sense to them, but they seem to crawl across the page, your eyes cannot focus properly on them, they look different every time you blink. They hurt your head when you think about them too much and cause real pain if you try to copy them down or remember them after the book is shut.))