Dark days for a Thunden



  • Day Thirteen Without Chauntea's Grace.

    The western plains are abuzz near Peltarch as Lyte, Llmare, and Telli circle around formulating a plan to hold and defend the tough chasm of defence. After much debating and plan formulating, Llmare along with Telli show Lyte a rough line along the edge of the sea that most of the armatures would need to traverse should they flank the city. With the sea at their side Llmare was adamant about kegging the ground below any advancing troops to ensure their washing out to sea. Sadly, the plans that follow were of little use because N'jast was quick to attack a floundering city and their ill prepared defend.



  • Day Twelve Without Chauntea's Grace.

    Telli the following night slinks to her bed within Peltarch worn and ragged after helping reinforce the city. As she rests her head atop the pillow it never dawns to her about the trinket underneath till her visions mix and mash till the fey landscape becomes vivid and real. Jack's blade comes inches from her shoulder as she rolls backwards eyes wide with the realization of what almost transpired. Sighing audible out her nostrils Telli looks to the pair flatly before timidly uttering.

    "Telli…..Telli thoughts longs and hards abouts yuhs words....abouts me friends Totty's words and... wull... Folks ain'ts givings ups on Telli...buh... Telli's doings juss dats ta Chauntea."

    sighing more loudly she looks to Jack with sincerity and timidness in her eyes.

    "Mr Jack....I....I's sorry Telli's wasted yuhs times... I...juss don'ts tinks I can go through wid dis..."

    Hanging her head low Telli looks to her feet as Jack sheathes his sword turning. Telli's mind raced for a solution that might benefit all involved as he began walking out of the dreamscape leaving the knight behind.

    "Wait...what....what if Telli offered ups anoda dream... anoder'un way betta den da lasts and more importants ta Telli....and...

    ...important ta Chauntea fer Telli ta over comes."

    "Would yuhs acceptedededs dats Mr Jack? Would yuhs!? If yuh wills... Telli'll tell yuhs its..."

    Swallowing hard she turns her foot in the ground below.

    "One a da BEST times a Telli's life was when da orcy wars begans... dey drew in dwarves left and rights from all over da region ta aids Narfell. Sten, Ronus, Baggy, Telli, Maythor, Bitsy, Bran, Higgy, Dwinnie, Rugg, and many many mores..... evens Krig. Dose was some a da best times a Telli's life. Da catapults letting loose der barrage of rocks towards da enemies lines. Fightings ice giants toe ta toe and nots dyings... feelings da cold blades in da stomach of anoders orc. And finallies takings backs Norwicks froms dems cursed buggy bears."

    "Yuh....yuh can have em ALLS. Not juss ones... buh every memory a da ORCY WAR Telli EVA membered. Cause... Telli nots care no more abouts dats... she's tired a Chauntea being pissed. And tireds a N'jasts feelings da bite a Telli's blade widouts Chauntea's helps. Hopefully Chauntea's been see'ings how toughs Telli's beings and standings against dese baddies widouts her directs helps. Buh hopefullies... hopefullies Chauntea understands even mores how much more dey'd pay and turns der tail and runs if Chauntea showed her face on dat battlefield through dis humbles servants.

    Chauntea hates War... wull....so does Telli nows... strips all da memories a war any joy Telli eva gots from any one a ems. Do dats... and mebbe Chauntea will starts ta forgives Telli and grant her da strength ta end dis war fer goods wid Chauntea's grace flowing freely through hers once mores!"...

    Telli stands there jaw clinched awaiting Jack's reaction and response... her hands gripping all her frustration and bitterness into a metaphoric ball of energy within her stumpy fists.

    Captain Jack turns back to look sternly over the dwarve lass. _“Do not toy with us. That little fetish from my princess that you keep under your pillow that calls us to your dreams will crumble into dust if we wish it.”

    Jack's face softens into a smile, _”But fret little. The exact memory does not matter to us. Mortals always have more than one cherished memory to mine out of them.”

    Once more Captain Jack draws his long sword and holds it upright before his nose. The knight standing to his side places a ressuring hand on Telli's shoulder..or a guiding one, nudging her to kneel. Captain Jack looks over his blade, ”Do you give these memories freely, mortal? I cannot know all that is in the Earthmother's heart, but it gladdens mine to see the change in yours.

    Kneeling, whether by own virtue or the knights guidance is anyones guess. But as she does Telli looks up with her pale blue eyes as she mutters.

    "Why Mr Jack tinks Telli's toyings wid yuhs… Was der when da creepings doom was ders... was one a da only'uns willings ta hops outta dats circle and actually do sometings against dat big ball a flesh. Telli gave her life almosts ta helps yuh and yuhs mens fight dat critter till it was dusts. Telli da one who visitededededs yuhs knight while he guardededs dese dreams.

    Yuh da'un dats offered ta takes one a Telli's dreams. Yuh da'un dats warnedededs Telli dis mights be a bad dream ta gives...and now... when Telli say yuhs right buh offer ups sometings even betta and bigga...yuh acuse Telli a toyings wid yuhs?

    Telli don'ts toy feller... if anytings Telli wears her heart on her sleeve and its gets her in lots a troubles at times... buh one tings Telli is, is NO toyer... When I say sometings... I does its."

    Telli watches Jack's drawing of the blade as her eyes hint to one of sincere hurt over Jack's comments.

    "Telli accepts yuhs gifts Mr Jack and all dat yuhs princess offas..."

    With clinched jaw she holds her head up as she ponders on the fondest memories of the orc war one last time before they're stripped from her focus once and for all. One last catapult fires as the rock cascades through the sky poofing to dust and fading into the dream scape sky.

    The knight smiles down to Telli while Jack holds his blade high, _”The captainis not accusing you of anything, General.”

    Captain Jack nods, _”Just a friendly warning.” The sidhe captain levels his ornate blade in a graceful arc, tapping each of Telli's shoulders gently,. Each tap reminiscent of knighthood being bestowed, claims a slight soft glow being drawn out from the sides of Telli's ears and up the blade, while Jack chants in <sylvan>, _”By this token of my queen and the Seelie Court, we shall stand at the Gates of Dream. To my right, the Tower of Horn. To my left, the Tower of Bone. We shall grant you safe dreams, restful dreams, meaningful dreams. You grant us memories, free of will, free of doubt. Now rest…dream. We promise you 'll rest easy. As you dram, we shall watch over you. Your memories, delicious, joyful, sad are all the reward we need. Should we fail, then again they be yours.”

    As the sidhe captain recites the oath and taps each of Telli's shoulders, each memory and all emotion tied to them of the Orc War is ripped from the dwarven lass' psyche and drawn up the the captain's sword. One by one they are lifted, never to be found in the depths of Telli's mind. The glow riding up Jack's sword swirls into the ornate pommel and she sheaths his blade after saluting the kneeling dwarf. Stepping back, Jack speaks again in Common, _”"You arise, Sir Yerlo here will be you left in charge of guarding your dreams. You will see others time to time. I bid you Sweet Dreams, Lady Thunden.”

    Jack bows gracefully to Telli and nods to his knight, Yerlo. _"THis is now your post. Take no wmore than three of any of our men at a time, unlessreinforcements are truly needed. You know the call."

    Sir Yerlo bows in return to his superior and lord, _”Yes, mi'lord.” With that Jack offered Telli a warm smile and vanished back into the dream mists. Sir Yerlo turned back to Telli and bowed, ”We will be seeing a lot of each other it seems.”

    That night Yerlo’s busy to work cutting down the nightmares and other anomalies that might arise trying to attack and cause Telli to lose even an ounce of sleep.

    *Thanks to Yerlo’s diligence and stoic duty Telli’s able to accomplish much in the days to follow. She tends to sleep five to six hours and wakes refreshed, amazingly more somber and full of vigor even in comparison to those who were able to sleep nearly eight full hours. Many marvel and wonder how long the stout dwarf can continue… but the dwarf hums and continues to toil the day away digging ditches, carrying wood and stone to barricade lines, defends the lines till her body can hold, and manages to find the energy to patch the wounded with what bandages she has. All the while knowing the countless bad dreams and nightmares that are crushed, buy her precious moments in the night regenerating her vigor and resolve. Thanks to Jack and Yerlo… her efforts in this war are multiplied three fold. One thing is certain though… Yerlo has his hands filled with what often shifts and lurks inside the recesses of this borderline suicidal dwarf.

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  • Day Eleven Without Chauntea’s Grace.

    The watchtower had long ago been breached and the retreat commands ordered. Telli waddled throughout the commerce district of Peltarch as a familiar figure staggered about the courtyard.

    “Totty!”

    ”Oi’s… Totty nots feel so goods…”

    “Yuh made it out alives…”

    ”Barelies…”

    Totty was wearing ragged clothes barely big enough to cover her frame. Telli pulled a worn cloak from her pack drapping it over her friend.

    “Totty, Telli gottedededs yuhs tings….wanna go gits ems?”

    ”No times… Telli and Totty gonna go prays.”

    The two made their way out the western gates as Totty rubbed feeling back into her chubby cheeks. A lone oak towering higher then the rest called to them from the forest line. The two bowed before Totty spoke…

    ”Totty and Telli gonna be here a whiles… if Telli wanna lose hers armors she shoulds do dats afore we starts.”

    “All Telli hads she gavedededs yuhs ta covers yuhs wells… Telli’ll endure… always has…always wills.”

    The metal clasps bore into her knees causing mild discomfort as she cupped her hands followed by Totty.

    ”Telli shoulds starts…”

    “Dear Chauntea….. we losts MORE lands todays… and more crops kilts… and tre…”

    Totty nudges Telli abruptly with a sharp elbow.

    ”Positives Telli… pray positives…

    “Rights…. Wull…”

    Telli sighed abruptly out her nostrils.

    “Danks yuhs fer da cool breeze on me neck Chauntea, and da trees we do gots. Keeps da land outs here uneffecteds by da war if yuhs cans… and if da enemies shoulds comes… Telli will do all she cans ta makes ems pay if dey harms one piece a barks outs dis ways. Keeps da streams free a pollutions ands dose who fights fer da sides a good true and sturdy. Telli really hopes yuhs saw hers givings its her bests in dats ridge battles… cause dats was fer yuhs Chauntea… every swings… every blockings… Telli savedededs a LOTS a folks dats days. Da walls gonna be breeched….or leasts tried ta be breechedededs soons. Keeps Telli’s minds sharps and calm likes da sea… and when dems N’jasts scums comes lets da rage a da waters pour onta ems and all deys coming ta destroys.”

    Totty looks over nodding abruptly interjecting.

    ”Telli been doings reals goods Chauntea… been braves and fightings wid all she gots. Dank yuh fer da grass, da grain, and da aminals… bless dis outskirts and keeps its safes froms strangers hands.”

    “Chauntea….Telli real sorry agains abouts dats stream she’s polluted… Mr Grag beens talkings abouts goings backs ta cleans its and makes its betta… Telli’s lookings forward ta rightings dat wrong.”

    Totty grins watching Telli from the corner of her eye.

    “Please forgivededes Telli Chauntea….cause Telli forgivings yuhs and stoppedededs blamings yuhs…. Know gonn be long longs times afore yuhs grace wid Telli agains… buh please no be silents wid Telli no more…. Dats da worse tings dens takings aways all da blessings yuhs ever gavedededs Telli’s… dat hurts….buh nots hearings yuhs voice hurts tens times mores over….amens.”

    The two stand as Telli sprinkles a few seeds turning dirt over and giving them ample space to grow and be nurtured by the majestic Oak.

    “Commons Totty, less go gets yer junks backs.”



  • Day Ten Without Chauntea's Grace

    After recent events and the ridge defend. Telli makes it a point to educate and well inform those interested as well as greener legionaries of the best tactics up to this point of defeating the armatures. As well as other pearls of wisdom that seemed to be lacking in the latest battle.

    "Whatcha need ta do is foller these instructions fer armatures. Many a yuhs saws Telli battling armatures toe fer toe… and wulp... didn'ts die dids I... Mr Grag nots died eder... nor miss Lyte... dough dat was closers... anyways...

    Folks been askings Telli lefts and rights... how do we drop armatures... wulps... obviouslys yuh eder use a wiggla or get a priest or priestess ta bless yus weapon good and strongs. Eder way... dese instructions is fer dose near Telli and anyone else who wants ta adopts Telli's tactics...

    First, getcher self a solid line holder..."

    Telli amply thumbs to herself.

    "course I volunteerings... buh... shoulds any of yuhs oders tinks yuh can go toe ta toe wid a few armatures wulps... yuh juss foller Telli's followings two steps dens.

    Two, Getcher self one a dems cloaks coated ta pertects yuhself against dems acids flasks.

    Three, get a bunch a friends ta chucks dem flasks atcha...

    Easy as dat... specially if yuhs can't hurts dems armatures regularly... justs keeps chuckings dems grenades till yuh drops ems."

    For clarification Telli lays out a few posters she sketched up during the evening.

    "Dis Telli's strategy and clearance fer any legionaires near Telli… I plans ta have me cloak on... so chuck away!

    Next... wigglas... enemy wigglas. We need betta training against ems... Telli counted a good two or three dats was lefts juss chuckings der spells ats Telli and oders. If Telli's in a farking stalemates wid an armature... I ain'ts runnings off ta deals wid a flippings wiggla while its beats on me friends. So priority Telli's sayings is on DA WIGGLAS. Archers, big swinga's... and Mr Grags. As much as Telli loved yuhs swingings ats me and da armatures. Telli'd love its betta if yuhs went and chopped dems wigglas in two spent da ten seconds it'd a taken ta do it...and dens comes backs and givedededs Telli a hands wid da big metal tin cans eh?

    And lastlies... we need ta juss works on formings and holding lines betta... Telli could count on her hand da numba a legionaires and adventurers dats actually STUCK ta da positions. And dats not a good tings...

    Miss Lyte... Mr Rary... dey did a good jobs holding dems lines while folks wents ands dealt wid da armatures..."

    Telli eyes those gathered before motioning to a few privates...

    "Oi... yuh three wid me's... we need more acid grenades... a LOTS MORES."

    Telli waddles off with the trio quickly gathering reserves in explosives and other odds and ends on their trip through Peltarch and eventually to Oscura.



  • *Whenever Telli sits to pray grag stops what he is doing and prays aside her to her god and to Tyr in some kind of repentence and asking of forgiveness.. When telli looks over he simpl y wraps a arm around her and continues his prayers



  • Day Nine Without Chauntea’s Grace.

    BOOM

    BOOM

    BOOM

    Rocks came cascading down from the sky raining their barrage of destruction across the ridge line taking out whatever they could.

    “Hold this line… I want them working for every inch they want. Grag, Telli… you two are on the left flanks… Rary and I will hold the main stretch north towards Peltarch.”

    Telli and Totty stood there watching the barrage at first only Telli breaking the silence as folks watched in horror and as flames erupted from flaming powder kegs lofted throughout the sky.

    “Yuh tink Telli’s gonna die todays? And… if does… what will happens Totty? Will Telli see Chauntea’s face. Or am I farked?”

    “Don’t talks like dats Telli… yuh gonna makes its.”

    “What if nots? What if Tel…”

    “I’ll talks wid Chauntea first if I goes dens… getcha a spot nice and close ta her if cans.”

    “Telli’d like dats.”

    The stout dwarfs adjusted their helms as a powder keg came dropping between them. Totty scrambled behind a rock as Telli dropped to the ground.

    KABOOM

    Telli’s cape lit ablaze as she rolled across the ground crawling to her feet and leaning against the rocks with Totty now using it for cover.

    “LEGIONAIRES!… RETURN FIRE!” Lytes orders rang throughout the ridge skyward until the catapults let loose stones of their own.

    FWOOSH

    BOOM

    The rocks came crashing into the iron barricade Myeil constructed for the legion earlier that week taking a chunk out of it as Telli and Totty rolled to the other side of the rock they were against. Their backs facing the enemy lines they yelled in unison.

    “Oi… YER AIM SUCKS!…” Just then another volley of rocks soared skyward passing the iron blockade and crashed into a wall of trolls charging forward.

    “Here they come. HOLD!” Lyte shouted as the trolls the size of giants came lumbering across the snow covered tundra their claws branded and ready to tear flesh. Grag’s axe bit into the backs of many before Telli and Totty found themselves back to back swinging at each critters advance.

    “Totty?”

    “Been betta…Hmmmph…”

    Telli pushed Totty back flipping her a balm before crashing her shield into a trolls chest pushing him into another and drawing both their attacks allowing archers to find their flanks well enough.

    _“FIRE!” Someone shouted barely audible above all the clashing metal and stones crashing to the ground. This however wasn’t a command but alas a cry from within our camp as to the status of our shelter and tents we called home for the past week.

    “Quickly… put those fires out… I want it contained.” Lyte’s orders given, Telli watched as her line dwindled down to a mere half dozen. Totty joined those going up leaving Telli with what blessings she could. Telli knew these curs diversion techniques all too well and gripped her sword tight. Battles were fought in the trenches of lines drawn. But wars were won among the shadows.

    Still, Telli knew the best line of defense anyone could muster in this war would be won behind the backside of a dwarf. Chauntea or not… Telli knew that burden laid across her shoulders and if it weren’t for Totty’s bolster and encouragement, who’d know Telli’s morale better then she. Soon what was meant to be a short containment burst into a full out battle atop the legion encampment as screams of death wailed from its bosom.

    “Mr Rary… can… can yuhs holds dis line?”

    “Not.. alone.”

    Just then Sald and another joined the lines numbers as Telli looked at Rary with those all too familiar eyes.

    “Go… just go!”

    Telli thrust her stumpy legs as fast as she could as more screams billowed from the encampment. She wasn’t sure what to find… and when she did reach her destination… the sheer destruction and carnage was not one to her liking. A half dozen armatures clunked across the topside slamming legionnaires airborne off the hill crest before dropping a foot onto another.

    SMOOSH

    Grag was backpeddling flailing his axe at one of the armatures as Telli guzzled a potion filled with fasty feet tossed some powder to the sky and charged after it full bent on chaos. “Time TA DIE YUH TIN CAN!” Telli’s thrusts did as much damage as Grags mighty blows. And that was none… the pair looked at each other.

    “FARK!”

    With a flailing of the metal monster’s arm Grag and Telli were sent toppling down the hill crawling to their feet. A few archers arrows pelted across the armatures tough shell before Telli flapped a cloak in her pack tying it around her neck shouting out her orders.

    “Grab them GRENADES… and CHUCK em at TELLI!”

    As the armature slunk down the hillside its body shifted towards Telli with ill intent.

    “Telli, DRAG IT DOWN TO THE FRONT LINES!”

    Grag bellowed as the monsters location to the menhirs adversely effected its damage input. Telli rushed up kicking it in the shin before chucking a grenade into its visual sensors.

    “Common yuh over grown can openers!”

    Telli ran sliding down the hillside to the front lines as the metal beast lurched after her trying to grasp her in its hands. As Telli approached the battle lines, Rary, Lyte and others were staving off a full Calvary advance. With the armatures and N’jast troops united in the middle of the ridge all order was crushed. Spellswords loomed in the background causing archers and the less hardy warriors to flee. Spells of fear and confusion engulfed the masses but two warriors fought side by side… Telli and Lyte shifted positions multiple times. Telli stubborn and unwilling to give an inch of her positioning. “Where’s TOTTY?”

    “She’s down!”

    Telli’s thrusts became more chaotic and flustered as she cursed and shouted. “FER CHAUNTEA!”

    Quickly multiple armtures encircled the warriors as Telli felt the air of an axe blade come zipping past her head. With a glance, all she could afford as the massive metal armature thrust its palms against her metal shell, she saw Grag. “Mr Grag? Whatcha doings?”

    FWISH….FWISH…SWIPE….FWISH

    Multiple swings aimed for Telli’s back as she rolled and hoped around dodging a pair of armatures and Grag’s mighty blows. Chunks of dirt and rocks littered to the skys only moments after Telli lurched out of the way of the next crushing blow.

    “Grag, SNAP OUTTA IT!” Lyte trickled from her lips as an armatures blow caught her solid in the chest sending her crashing into the side of a nearby stone wall.

    “Mr Grag… yuhs on yuhs own.” Telli rushed at him sliding under his next swing and rolled over near Lyte yanking her helmet off pouring a potion within her mouth. With a stern yank on her arm the pair was back on their feet as Grag became the focus of the pair of armatures that used him as a ragdoll. Telli sprinted as fast as her stumpy legs would allow positioning herself between the two armatures and Grag’s barely breathing body. “Telli….wish….she…. hads… three….arms…abouts….nows….”

    BANG….BANG….KABANG….

    Lytes sword sunk into one of the armatures arms as she drew one off of Telli long enough for her to dig for some powder in her beltloop. With one hand motion the powder sprinkled to Grags beaten corpse long enough to get him to his feet. A shimmer across a spellsword caught Telli’s eyes as a blast of electricity stung against her back sparking off and zapping the armature on her position.

    “Dats its wench… yuhs deads!”

    Telli’s boot caught the wigglers stomach as she was sent back rolling across the snow covered ground. Ducking she dodged another mounted horseman’s advance as the magelings fingers sparked and blasted Telli in the chest once more sending her to a nearby snowbank. Shaking the snow from her frame Telli swiped her sword across the snow proclaiming this her position to hold and nothing further would advance.

    Three armatures and a half dozen Calvary bore down on her position as the mageling sent flaming brands to the sky.

    “RETREAT.”

    CLANG….CLASH….CLANG

    “TELLI!”

    CLANG CLASH CLANG

    ”TELLI!!!”

    “Whats?”

    “RETREAT ALREADY!”

    “oh… errrr… rights.”

    Telli flipped off the maelstrom on her pursuit as Grag and Lyte lead the retreat from the Ridge. The Ridge was lost in nearly a day, but the watchtower was next. Telli grinned from ear to ear… what she held on a snow covered clump of ground barely fortified with a minimal of Chauntea’s grace would pale in comparison to the amount of ground she could hold with proper Peltarch support. Finally the Legion was going to have help and it bore deep green colors…_



  • this is GREAT, havieng a good litle story in it too, props on all your drawings



  • Day Eight Without Chauntea’s Grace.

    The stout dwarves found a nearby couch to sit on as Totty groaned.

    “Totty been hearing about yuh froms people and froms Chauntea.”

    “And?” Telli retorted, her disposition not one hidden at this point to anyone but the daft at heart.

    “Totty sad. Tink Telli should pray wid Totty todays.”

    “I tell yuh whats Totty… yuh come and watch Telli fights dems N’jasts scums widouts Chauntea’s helps… den… if Telli still arounds and kicking…. We do dat eh?” Telli blurted hoping off the couch adjusting her armguards.

    “How dat sounds?”

    “Sounds like yuhs losing faith quickly.” Totty slithered out under a deep sigh. “Totty can tulls.”

    “Totty… Telli done bads… a few folks gots sicks and died… some animals sicks. Buh… Chauntea turnedededs her back on a WHOLE towns? Which worse… cause if yuh can answer Telli dats… woulds makes dis whole mess a lots easier ta understands.”

    “Not abouts da town Tellis.”

    “Den what it abouts?”

    “Chauntea is about nature.” Stomping her foot… “not this… not town or city. You know dis Telli.”

    “Chauntea abouts nature and that’s includededs crops Totty! All dems crops is ruined and goners!”

    “Think wif dis.” Totty exclaimed pointing to Telli’s chest that was certain to hold a heart somewhere beneath all the bile and resentment. Telli looked down sighing and going quiet. “Then think wif dis…” She followed up the gesture with a stumpy finger extended to her head.

    Sighing out her nostrils Telli nodded. “Yuh.”

    “Tink whats yuh dids… ya lostedededs crops Telli BUT… but da poison it hurts MAN, TREES, MANY ANIMALS. MANY CROPS dat NEEDS da waters.

    Telli’s mind raced as Totty’s eyes gauged Telli flatly and with sincerity. “Telli nots tink a its dat ways.” Telli’s head dipped shamefully with remorse.

    “But yuh hads ta haves.” Totty slithered out opening her arms for a hug.

    Telli’s face reddened as she waddled forward resting her face into the shoulder of her stout friend. “What Telli supposedededs ta do?”

    “when da fights over me and yuhs, we guna prays until miss Chauntea talks ta us okie?”

    “Okee.”

    “Right now… Telli should help her friends, AND da trees. AND da animals, AND the crops that N’jast will hurts okie?” Telli bobs her head a few times earnestly clutched in Totty’s arms as her earings jingled within the tavern.

    “Would Totty do Telli favor? Tink Chauntea would gets mads if… Totty helpededes Telli do betta on da battlefielf wid her blessings?”

    “Nope… but if she did gets mad I woulds talk to hers… and explain why I dids.”

    “Less go dens Totty… will be nice ta haves Chauntea’s power in Telli fer once… Been a long… long… times.”

    “no, not once… ALWAYS.”

    The two squeezed tighter releasing one another as Totty went to prepare some blessings and the battle for the ridge loomed in the distance a day to be granted to Chauntea in death and honor.



  • Day Seven Without Chauntea's Grace.

    The knight smiles warmly and bows to Telli _Tradition and pomp and honor are big among both courts. The Unseelie not so much with honor. They take great pride in twisting the wording without breaking its spirit. Quite the sport amongst the Unseelie noble houses.

    What you are offering is not a game. The Fey COurts are no friends of mortal gods. Those of Nature, however, are at best our unintentional allies from time to time. The Seelie would be remiss to deny the Earthmother the possible return of one of her greater champions.

    Once we take this memory from you, it will no longer be yours. You will be unable to draw it to mind should you try, unless circumstances bring us to return it and end our guardianship of your dreams. Even if we should return this to you someday, the Earthmother may not welcome you back into her arms.

    the knight bows once more and backs away as another sidhe knight in highly ornate armor strides up beside him. The knight guestures to the great figure

    _This is the of the Captain of Seelie Guard, Captain Jack. Princess Morgaine's greatest military adviser.

    Captain Jack smiles to Telli and draws his ornate long sword, holding it, it's blade upright before his face.

    _Kneel, mortal, if you accept our protection.

    Telli waddles forward taking a knee as dust scatters to the air due to the force. As the knights sword is lofted and lowered… just as its about to touch Telli’s shoulder… she wakes. Sweat caked to her forehead and her eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling.

    “Fark…”

    Idly she rubs her chest as the pendent of Chauntea lays there split in two. Between her finger it dangles and she eases herself to the side of her bed. With an audible sigh out of her nostrils she begins to lace her boots up for the day.

    CLUMP….CLUMPCLUMP

    Telli’s boots rung heavier and with more weight in each passing step. The kind of weight that bares from the shouders down through the heart and into your gut. Adjusting her pigtails she set her sight on the Mermaids Inn’s doorway as it swung open. The image before her was that of a carnival fun house mirror, the image large, wider, and chubbier then herself. It bore pigtails though not golden like her own… they were brown… and the familiar crunching of a ration echoed through the doorframe. The familiar girls tone was one less then comforting and it dripped with tension.

    “Telli… we need ta talk…”___



  • Day Six Without Chauntea’s Grace.

    Telli that evening laid within the make shift moving encampment that the Legion now inhabited. Lying across the grass she found one lone pillow to claim as her own, a rare commodity these days. Pulling something small from her pack it looked like a homemade green trinket of sorts. When she was sure the coast was clear she took her skinning knife from her belt poking her thumb until it bled. Sealing her blood against the emerald colored gem she tucked it under her pillow awaiting her dreams that evening. The air swirled and her dreams were a little more pleasant then normal as she saw a fey knight standing in the distance. Approaching him she offered a stumpy arm to shake and smiled warmly to him.

    “Telli’s glad ta see yuhs feller.”

    Good to see you again, General. Sadly, we don't have the forces to dedicate that many knights to guarding mortals' dreams with full war, so close breaking out across all of Avalon.

    ”Sorry ta hears yuhs abouts ta experiences war too… is its gonna be a long'un yuh tink... or one wid tact dat can be won rader quickly?

    Telli understands if yuhs can'ts guards many a da folks dreams heres anymore... buh... Telli gots ones really important requests... wull okee... two REALLY important requests.

    Da first'un... Telli sure could use a guardian or two ta pertects her dreams and keeps ems safe. Wid war here, and Chauntea's grace gones... Telli's gonna be purdy vulnerables ta scary dreams ands needs ALL da peacefuls sleeps I kin gets... Dats of course if yuhs can spares its friend. If yuh can't Telli undastands.

    Two, dis ones purdy important. Dis army N'jast is in Jiyyd's as we speaks... dey out numba us and deys well prepared. Buh we gots da heart and da tact ta prevail I's certain. I knows yuhs folks gots a war brooings and yuh can'ts spare much... buh if yuhs got a platoon yuh kin spares... Telli'll be forever gratefuls... if dats juss ain'ts possibles... wull... is der a way ta give all dems N'jasts feller nightmares? Der water supplies already tainted wid bile, venom and all sorts a tings nasty... if we coulds punch der dreams ragged dat'd leave em purdy wiped out... mebbe so wiped out dey won'ts be able ta fights as well...and mebbe makedededs somes REALLY dumbs mistakes."

    Telli stands there with the knight enjoying what few moments they have of pure warless chatter.

    The knight smiles before nodding. _“The small, nightly price of blood must still be paid..unless.. you are willing to trade a memory you hold dear for more long term protection of your dreams. Then…we will be happy to watch over your dreams in return.

    However, we are on high alert and can't afford to divert large forces. If things turned to full war with the Unseelie, we would be at greater disadvantage than we are already. The Unseelie completely outnumber us as it is. That puts the price of our help out of your reach. Oberon's Skull is not yours to give us. Sadly, Queen Titania has certain protection in place upon the skull that would spell certain doom for any try to take it from the druids the Unsellie have entrusted it too. It's the crystal skull of our dead king..and if we got our hands on it, our war would be over very quickly and the Unseelie and Seelie would be reunited under one Court. Meaning we would be very grateful and willing to help out any way we could. As it is, Fey society may fracture further into all new Courts. Like I said, its certain doom to any but the druids she lent it to, so we understand if you cannot bring it to us.

    His Voice and face turns serious. _“A future note, BOTH Fey Courts frown heavily on despoiling Nature for ANY reason. That stunt with the river we can overlook, more of the same by either side will not make us happy That may be the one thing Unseelie, Seelie and Exile can all agree on.

    Telli sighs heavily watching the knights gaze turn more serious.

    Oi…feller. Telli knows well ands goods dats da ends don'ts justifies da means ... Yuh tink yuhs words could stings harder dens anythings Chauntea's already dones ta Telli feller. She's gones froms Telli ands aint's comings backs... turned her backs on Jiyyd.... and cause it its fell. Dat as much Telli's faults as dat heartless woman Chauntea... Hrmmph... vowings ta pertects farms, farmas, and childrens... and juss lefts ems.

    Telli's eyes become red as she pushes back the tears. Though the price of a little blood easily payable, she struggles inside herself thinking and debating a way to push away the pain she feels of the lose of her closest friend Chauntea.

    Telli... Telli gots a dream fer yuhs feller... fer strongers protections... Since... yuh ain'ts abandoned Telli.

    Telli turns her foot in the dirt before speaking softly on the verge of her tone cracking...

    Da... day... da day Telli mets Chauntea. Yuh can haves dat'un... da day she cames down and plucked Telli froms dat landslide a rocks in dat cavern way backs whens. When she pulled me outta dat rubble and changed dis cold dwarfs hearts fereva's... Yuh can havedededs dat'un.

    Telli looks down at her feet shoulders slumped... Der ain't noffings lefts a da warm Telli dats was full a smiles and cheer. Der noffings lefts buts dis bile, bitter filled heart a Telli's. Can't even go a day widouts pissings some'un off and Telli juss don't have da strengths ta smiles no mores.

    Telli sniffs rubbing her cheeks clean of any remnant tears. Now abouts dis Oberon's skull... tell Telli where it is....what it does and why its so dangerous ta gets... cause Telli aims ta do one lass good ting in dis world and dats bringing order backs ta yuhs court.

    Telli motions out along the dream landscape mimicking the world she inhabits... Cause lets face it... widouts order yuhs no betta off dens us.__



  • Day Five without Chauntea’s Grace

    Telli stood there fuming at the battle lines now drawn by N’jast near the crossroads. A group gathered strategizing over what little area they had left from the crossroads to Peltarch. Lyte’s solemn vow still ringing in each individuals heart… “We’re going to make them pay for every inch with their lives for what they did to Jiyyd.” A lone hin shifted from the shadows relaying intel to those nearby while Telli stewed in her own frustration and malice. So caught in her self loathing, Telli didn’t hear a word the hin uttered till his farewell remarks.

    “See ya… I’ll keep ya guys posted on what I find out!’

    “Yuh… yuhs do dats mebbe –afore- its too lates unlikes when Jiyyd gots burnt down huh?” Bile and bitterness dripping from Telli’s tone.

    The hin turned on his heels nearly out of ear shot before his brow raised revealing saucer sized eyes. “WHAT!?…” The sawed off runt stammered over to meet Telli face to face before shouting… “…WHAT DID YA SAY…..YUH STUMPY BULGING DWARF?”

    “Telli saids… hope we gets word froms yuh AFORE sometings happens dis times arounds…. Unlikes in JIYYD!”

    “Ya ungrateful pile a manure! It ever dawn on ya that maybe ya didn’t hear from us before Jiyyd fell cause my men might have been DEAD? What have ya been doing ta help anyways huh?”

    “Telli’s been holding lines and nots hiding in hers own shadow dats fa sures…”

    “Cursing your godess before battle… that sure helped I bet…” The hin scout snapped holding a finger up at the stout dwarf.

    “You two quit it… knock it off.”

    “We got enough problems dealing with N’jast, enough fighting between us!” A few gathered around retorted.

    “Hrmmmph. I’ll be talking with the other scouts… if were not needed in this war, then we’ll go else where!” The hin protested as Telli made mouth moving motions with her hand. With a snide look the hin turned on his heels slinking off into the shadows as Telli’s hand motion twisted leaving an ample bird in his direction as she shouted.

    “Yuh go do dats feller… don’cha gots a tree ta hide ahind or sometings… Hrmmmph.”

    *Two things ran through Telli’s head while she boiled over looking more coarse then ever. One, Chauntea needed more credit then she ever got before for all the work she put into Telli and how she was able to curb the dwarves tongue prior to her departure from the stout stalwart. And two, if what the hin said was true, about her cursing Chauntea before the battle, which it wasn’t. Then that meant the little coward watched the whole battle from the shadows without firing a single arrow. Either way… neither thought lead to Telli believing anytime soon she would receive Chauntea’s blessing again. And inside she sighed, knowing without her goddesses grace, she was surely to piss off a few more people before the week was through.



  • Day four without Chauntea's grace.

    The lines were drawn and Jiyyd's defenders with nothing more then plains to act as cover and peace among the looming smoke that bore from Jiyyd's walls. Another battle was imminent and many prepared… over near a stream Telli cooped over a large boulder etching into its side. With a grunt and a toss the boulder hit the waters with a jarring splash rippling along the surface until the rock lay at the bottom of the stream.

    "Jiyyd's defeats is on yuhs shouldas Chauntea.... nots Telli's... hopes yuhs shoulders is strongas den mines..."

    For the remainder of the day she continued to stoop ner the stream mourning and regretful of what lead them to this tragic point.



  • Day three without Chauntea's grace.

    *The town goes up in a ball of flames as defenders and legionaires alike scramble to regain control of the chaos. Elementals burst within the town, trolls and dire animals rock the gates of the swamp as solid iron locks them out… archer battalions turn on the town and are quickly slaughtered.

    Telli and Mel rush to the western gates with orc and peltarch batallions trying to secure an escape route for those who stuck it out far past the point of safe departure. With the hill taken back Telli rolls down the hill to rush to offer the town what little aid she still could. The scene at the gates haunts her to this day... Metal constructs known as Armatures slithered from the now blown well cap. Knight and archer flanking the monstrous creatures.

    Entering town Telli saw many of her friends darting about and targets of these walkings behemoths. Pulling an arrow Telli sunk the shaft into the arm of one of the knights in the distance drawing its attention before using the side of a burning building for cover. As the knight rushed the stout dwarf he hadn't the sense to realize whom he toiled after... Telli pivoted, stomping on his toe and lunged her shield into the bottom of his chin sending his exposed neck upward before Gears slipped from a nearby shadow letting an arrow hit fresh meat.*

    "RAHHHhhhh!"

    furious Telli watched as Rhyn ran towards her a battalion of knights on his pursuit. Even as he waved for Telli to flee she rushed head first towards Rhyn passing him and launching her body airborne into the battalion slaming her shield and girth into two snapping their necks in two from her brunt force before she rolled to her feet. A Knight loomed over her backside as Gears shifted from thin air letting another arrow find the opening in between his breastplate felling the man. Two remained as Telli swung her shield to block ones advance while thrusting her sword into the stomach of another. Rhyn regained his barings flanking one and putting a solid into its back causing it to fall.

    "HAh!"...

    THUNK…THUNK....THUNK......

    Three armatures meandered haphazardly towardds the trio as Gears slipped back into Telli's shadow out of sight. Rhyn nudged her with a nod in thanks as he rushed off to help the others in their retreat.

    "Common Telli!…"

    "The TOWNS LOSTS!"

    One of the armatures caught its eye on Glognar as it sent her across the dirtroad until another armature kicked her airborne dropping her to the ground like a ragdoll. The stout warrior pushed off the ground slowly as Telli wedged herself between her and the advancing armatures...In a flail of kicks, thrusts and rolls. Telli maneuvered between the legs of these massive monstrosities until she saw a magling in the midsts...

    "TElli no...WERE LEAVING....OUT....OUT OF TOWN!.."

    Ronan shouted pulling back many of those who defended the town. Telli rushed the magling thrusting her sword hitting naught but air.

    "Heh..."...

    The woman gleamed at Telli's distress.

    "Fark off yuh wench!"

    The womans hand lifted attempting to strip Telli's blessings, but not before Telli was able to reply.

    "What... ain't nothings hardly on Telli is der... yuh ain'ts heard...Telli's widouts Chauntea's favor...and yuh STILL havings dis much troubles..."

    Telli spat on the ground as what little blessing she had from the others was stripped and she caught the armatures from the corner of her eyes advancing. This was it....die today for nothings and fullfill her vow to Chauntea... or live to fight another day and make these monsters pay all the more. Telli gulped a haste potion and ran towards the armatures. Her stumpy legs pushing her forwards and as they lifted their hands for one solid sweep... Telli slid across the dirt on her shield between their legs flipping them off and rushing out the western gates to join the others....

    "Grrr..."

    the commotion outside the gates in the fields was rampant and treachery was afoot. Telli tried to gain her bearings as she watched the ridge covered with legion troops whom they once called friends start unleashing arrows at their own ranks. Telli waddles forward drawing their attention and their fire. Standing there arrows zipped past her and any luck enough to hit her were not sturdy enough to pierce her dwarven armor.

    "Traitors..."

    As the troops realized their shots were of no avail they began to turn on the weaker battle weary travelers attempting to flee... Telli frantically dug into her pack for a scroll and held it out towards the hill as she focused on the ridge causing a light from the heavens to burst down ontop of them stunning them long enough for the group to retreat and Lyte to advance on the hill and cause every last one of the traitors on the ridge to breath their last breathe.

    "Were gonn hold here..." Lyte exclaimed.

    "but...the town is lost...we need to regroup in Norwick!"

    "No..." She hissed.

    "They have the town, but they're going to pay with their lives for EVERY INCH they want more. Benji, Telli… I want those seige equipment in Norwick wheeled here IMMEDIATELY..."

    The two rushed off to Norwick hoping their efforts would come in time.



  • Day Two without Chauntea's grace.

    Telli stands at the front lines awaiting orders or something to amply put her boot into. Neither comes but a maelstrom of rain and eventually body parts. Body parts cascade from the night sky splattering across the Jiyyd ground sending a chilling vision among those present. Quickly Telli began accumulating the severed heads, body parts and odds and ends from among the scattered mess. Taking a nearby cart the task was done more efficiently.

    “See Chauntea… Telli helpings ta –PREVENTS- disease and death outbreak… Telli doings her part… mebbe yuh shoulds give da town a hand soon eh?….”

    As the pile builds near the swamps others point and motion to the rooftops as Telli groans

    “Telli… there’s more!!!”

    One of the guards bursts as the stout dwarf crawls atop the roof of a nearby building scrapping entrails and hands from the rooftop. The debris falling into nearby water barrels producing a mixture of reddish-green to the murky surface. Just then the rain picks up once more and makes the rooftop a slick footing and Telli comes sliding off the roof onto the soft ground as an assortment of GOo and other body fluids splatter across her body.

    “Funny…Chauntea… very funny…”

    Telli now covered in what she once helped cause, the bitter irony only the most bitter of souls could muster. Wiping herself clean… Telli wheels the last of the GOo over near the swamps before unscrewing a grenade and dumping its contents around the pile awaiting Ronan’s delicate flame

    Soon the pyre ignites and disease is adverted… at least this day.

    Next is the task of fortifying the troops footing with planks to combat the mud thats engulfing the town.



  • ((extra points for the illustration! thats great!))