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PostSubject: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Jun 07, 2015 11:09 pm

Session 17, Season 1 Finale: Brothers

Bjorn is gone, and Isorn is dead. Not the first rude awakening for the Gang, but damn. The Gang heads down to the dungeons, but there is little sign of any escape. Bjorn's cell is still locked, and all the guards were at their posts. Bjorn likely escape via magical means.
The party meets with the Jarl the following morning, as he is in mourning. With the BST rapidly approaching, he tells the group he is emotionally unfit to lead the city's defense. He asks the party to represent him in any war councils leading to the battle. Not soon after, the Gang is summoned to a meeting between the Boros and Silaluk. They decide to meet the BST in the fields outside the city, far away from any civilians or important buildings.

As the meeting is drawing to a close, a scout comes to report Broken Spine activity. It would seem that Bjorn is now with them, and has assumed a position of leadership in Krumar's absence. The scout also reports a raiding party on its way ahead of the main force. The Gang is tasked with intercepting them.
Vox and the party takes command of a few hundred men, leading them to a valley where they meet the BST force. with men in the valley, and archers on the ridges, they managed to fight back against the BST with few losses. Suddenly, a massive number of Broken spine emrges from caves and holes dotting the valley floor! However, before anything can happen they attack the other Broken Spine, wiping out the few remaining groups!

The leader of this rogue group of Broken Spine steps forward. She introduces herself a Dokut, daughter of Krumar! She is furious that a changeling pretended to be her father, and she is furious that Bjorn suddenly showed up to lead the BST attack. In her fury, she comes to the Gang with a deal: she will help them infiltrate the BST camp if they agree to assassinate Bjorn. The Gang accepts, but they are wary of possible traps. If they can get to Bjorn, they can kill the leader of the BST force and maybe find Krisom. It's a chance they're willing to take.

We fast forward to the day of the battle: The BST has arrived, but the Norngardians and Boros are there to meet them. The Gang sneaks off to the edges of the skirmish, where Dokut meets them. The Gang pretends to be Dokut's prisoners, are are escorted into the BST camps. They see Bjorn, but he sees through the facade and orders his men to attack. The battle is a tricky one, but the Gang does well with the support of Dokut. It is Vox who lands the killing blow on Bjorn, beheading the man with a sword the size of a child.

When the dust settles, Grayg leaves immediately in search for Krisom. They find the boy tied up to a post, bloodied and bruised. Grayg cuts his bindings, and the gang helps to carry him out of the camps. Once in a safe place, Grayg embraces his long lost brother. Krisom stiffens as Grayg hugs him, and he does not hug back. Krisom takes a knife from Grayg's belt and puts the blade in Grayg's gut! As Grayg falls over, Krisom takes his lyre and beats his brother's face in! Grayg falls silent, and Krisom stand over his lifeless body as the other members of the Flaming Cart can only watch in stunned silence.

The tension is palpable. Nakoma draws her bow as Aidina readies a spell, only to have Arva stand between them and Krisom. Kana reasons that Krisom endured years of torture while Grayg did terrible jobs for Lady Malum, and this lead to the destruction of any love Krisom had for his brother. Vox hopelessly checks Grayg's pulse. In the confusion, nobody notices Wild slipping away silently...

As the chaos plays out before him, Tym notices that his feet are getting quite warm. He looks down to find his boots glowing with a brilliant gold, and wisps of energy float outward towards Grayg's corpse. Grayg is slowly revived by the magic, which evidently lay dormant in Tym's yellow rain boots. It would seem that even the most ordinary of Torry's merchandise had secret uses! Grayg's body stirs and he is very wounded, but alive! Tym now focuses on Krisom, and puts him to sleep with a well placed spell. The Gang ties up Krisom, but they still are unsure of what to do with him.

POST ORDER:
1: Nakoma
2: Vox
3: Grayg
4: Aidina (gone)
5: Kana
6: Tym
7: Wild (gone)
8: Arva


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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:18 pm

It was cold. Nakoma longed for the warmth that came with the sun on her previous journeys, but this arctic sun brought with it only light, and even then it was pale. It was like the whole of creation around her was sick. The distraught young elf silently mulled over a prayer to her goddess, though doubt seeped into her thoughts as to whether Sehanine would bother offering any assistance. The goddess of the moon, love, and autumn seemed to have no place here, in the cold, cruel light of the arctic day.

Benjem was alive, albeit barely, no thanks to any action of the cleric and her patron. Nakoma did for him all that she could, but what he really needed was some clean bandages and a team of people who knew what they were doing. The woman could only do so much. She got to her feet, casting an angry gaze to Krisom. The boy was asleep now, having been enchanted by Tym to avoid any further conflicts. Still, Nakoma knew better than to threaten his life a second time. Arva would probably have her head before letting her get her vengeful grip around that murderous cretin’s neck. With a huff, Nakoma turned away, scolding herself for thinking such dreadful thoughts. She shook her head. Considering the day they’ve had, she told herself she had every right feel as angry and as bitter as she did. Nakoma was usually the optimist, but how could she be even remotely positive after witnessing her friend’s murder? Miracle of the strange yellow boots aside, that traumatizing scene brought back a swell of unfortunate memories, and the broken soul couldn’t get the images of fire, blood, and death to leave her alone.

Nakoma spoke up in regards to the party’s unconscious companion’s condition. At first her voice was weak, the result of her breath being caught in her throat only a moment ago. She forced a cough and took a breath, which was enough to clear her voice, but what she really wanted was a drink to calm her nerves. “He’s alive, but we need to get him back to Norngard, quickly. He needs more help than what I can give him.” She chanced a look to Krisom, ever mindful that he does not come to and escape his binds. After her report, she didn’t utter another word. Despite his incapacitated state, Nakoma didn’t feel comfortable divulging any more information than necessary in Krisom’s presence.

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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Jun 14, 2015 11:06 am

Vox looked at the two brothers sprawled out before him. Had it truly come to this? They had been following Krisom's trail for so long...

For Benjem, finding his brother had been everything. And now it had come to this. Was it worth it?

“He’s alive, but we need to get him back to Norngard, quickly. He needs more help than what I can give him.”

Nakoma's words snapped Vox back into reality. He turned to look at her. She was visibly shaken, and looked like she was holding back tears. Vox realized that he too, had tears beginning to form at the edges of his eyes. Benjem was alive, but barely. Vox would not let him die again. He would not let anyone in the Flaming Cart die. The very thought terrified him.

Images of Benjem began to surface in Vox's mind. He remembered when he had one of his visions, when he had seen who Benjem really was. Vox felt himself begin to move. His feet took him almost automatically to where Benjem lay unconscious. Memories of Benjem and Krisom were now surging through Vox's head, like water through a broken dam. But they were Benjem's memories, not his. He did not want to see these.

As Vox knelt beside Benjem, his head was pounding. Vox tried to hold off the invading thoughts as he checked Benjem's pulse, patted down his limbs in search of additional wounds, and elevated the man's bloodied and bruised head. Tym's magic had seemed to have saved the man, but Nakoma was right. They could not heal him here. Vox ripped a strip of cloth from Benjem's sleeve and soaked it in water from his waterskin. Holding the wet rag, he wiped Benjem's face and splashed it with water. As he did so, Vox weakly pleaded to the unconscious man, "Benjem. Benjem, wake up. Benjem! Wake up, please!"


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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:36 pm

There is a beauty in the stillness of death.  Beyond the veil, on the far side of the scythe, there is a silence which quenches even the most fiery of passions.  In the darkness, the soul melts away, and with it flees fear, regret, and, perhaps most wonderfully of all, that traitor love.  That is what death was for Benjem: freedom.  Freedom, at last.  He was there for a second or for an eternity.  Time forgets its relentless march in the gloom.  Then suddenly, impossibly, in that never-ending night, there was a dawn.  A golden light far away, sharp, painful to the unaccustomed eye, yet sweet.  It called to him...  It called to Benjem with the sound of falling rain and the smell that follows a summer storm.  It awoke in the nothing a something -- and that something grew by inches larger and larger until it had swallowed up every iota of the infinite void.

Benjem blinked.  After an eon of nothing, such a movement jarred him, made him feel like he had fallen twenty feet.  Yet his heart soared!  He lived!

But the ecstasy did not last, for then he began to feel.  He felt pain.  He felt it tear at his head.  He felt it tear at his side.  He felt it tear at his heart.  And he saw.  He saw a face, at first blurry, and then almost identifiable.  It was calling his name.

"Benjem," it said.  "Benjem, wake up.  Benjem!  Wake up, please!"

It was Vox.  And around him stood Benjem's friends.  The ones who had helped him get everything back.  The ones who had helped him lose everything.  And Krisom... but the thought of his younger brother sent Benjem's head reeling.  The image before him blurred again, and he felt his eyes close.  He was safe.  He was protected.  His friends had, after all, called him back into this world.

Ah, thought Benjem, with the last of his energy.  But at what cost?
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Jun 14, 2015 3:35 pm

Well, this was new.

Aidina stood a few feet apart from the others, staring at Krisom. A few residual sparks flickered around her hand and she glanced down at them absently. The light danced over her skin until she shook them away, dispersing the remnants of the fireball she’d almost thrown straight at Krisom’s head.

She’d wanted to kill him. More than, ‘he’s evil and unpredictable and therefore I should get rid of him so he doesn’t hurt me,’ it had been… rage. Anger. She’d killed before, but because it made sense or it would benefit her; not something like this. Which didn’t make sense to her. At all. Why should she hate him so much when he killed Benjem? It’s not like the liar, or any of them, were her friends. She didn’t want friends, and frankly the whole idea seemed stupid. She should have left them behind long ago, not gotten caught up in this whole quest. They were only a liability, and she could have easily been killed due to this disaster.

The world seemed detached, behind glass, as she watched Vox kneel over the unconscious body of Benjem - not dead, at least, though she was a bit annoyed she hadn’t known about the rain boots. Next time, she thought, she’d check anything they found or bought; even someone’s shoes, apparently.

She shook her head slightly. No, there wouldn’t be a next time anyway, because she was leaving as soon as they dealt with Krisom and Benjem. Or… well, maybe it would be better to leave now. Aidina looked away from the group. Everyone was probably focused on Benjem, and there was an easy path away from where they’d found his brother. Maybe she should get out while she had the chance, in case Tym somehow made her stay. Stupid scroll. If she hadn’t stolen that thing in the first place, she wouldn’t be in this mess.

With a start, she realized that Benjem was waking up, Nakoma and Vox hovering, worried, near him. She hesitated. Just leave; you’ve been enough of an idiot already.

No, she’d stay and find out where they were planning to go, at least. She wouldn’t want to wander off and then find them at the next town or something. She stayed silent and still, watching.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Jun 14, 2015 10:41 pm

Kana stood a little ways off to the side, away from her companions where she could somewhat observe both Benjem and Krisom. Though she had seen what Krisom had been thinking through her psionic powers, the events that had transpired still jarred her.

Flashbacks of Benjem and Krisom together. Krisom's years of torture, his wish for it to end... His resentment at his brother keeping him alive and in so much pain. Remnants of a lullaby.

The emotions and memories were still somewhat alien to her. After all, she had been reincarnated recently. But something about the cruel irony of her companions' quest ending with Benjem's death struck a chord with her.

A flash. Saint Cuthbert appeared before her eyes once more.

"There is much suffering in those who do not live in solitude. They become attached to the ones they travel with, grow to care for them, mourn for them when what mortal beings consider the worst fate happens to one of their own."

"The worst fate?"

"Why of course. Only those who know of Death would consider that there could be fates worse than It."

"You sent me to protect them. I have failed. One has fallen."

"But look. It seems that the one you believe to be dead is alive after all."


Saint Cuthbert's voice rang through her mind a final time as the vision faded.

"Traveling with company has the potential of causing misery and harm, but heed this as well, Kana. There is nothing more precious in one's life than the presence of friends. I am sure your past selves would agree."

Just as before, it seemed that time had been suspended during her vision, but then motion from Benjem's side caught her attention.

Ah, this is what Saint Cuthbert meant.

Relief surged through her core as Benjem stirred. It seemed that the heavens were generous this day, providing her with another chance to accompany this dysfunctional party.

No. These are my friends.

Her own thoughts surprised her. But she looked around at her companions - her friends, and she realized that in the short time that she had been traveling with them, she had indeed grown attached. She resolved to remember the moments that they had spent together, from Nakoma's curiosity and kindness to even Benjem, who had started out so distrustful of her but had seemed to warm up to her by the time they searched Bjorn's room together.

This time, I will protect them, even at the cost of my life.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:26 pm

The hot feeling of the boots vanished quickly after they left his feet, followed shortly by the sharp cold of the snow. Tym was so distracted by the events that followed that he forgot to find replacements for some time, and it was only after the cold became acutely painful that he sought help.

He was thrilled that a life had been saved, but perturbed by the strange sequence of events that had brought them all to this point. As the wearer of the boots, he felt that he was somehow responsible for what had transpired, even though none of them had known what power the boots held. I should have known, he thought bitterly. I would have known…before. Though he still had few specific memories of his past, he knew that his abilities were far inferior to what they had once been. Detecting the powers hidden within a set of rain boots would have surely been a simple task not long ago. After all this time, he still had no explanation for what had caused his spell to go awry or why its effects were so severe.

He was also unsettled by the raw power the boots held. The ability to play with life and death so freely seemed unnatural and wrong, and he felt inextricably linked to this transgression, though he knew that no act of his had caused the boots to leave his feet. Consequently, he decided to put Krisom to sleep rather than allow his friends to kill him. Death had already returned a soul to them that day, and he thought it pointless to allow another to be taken instead.

As events continued to unfold around him, he observed, both happy and slightly troubled by what he had seen, as well as concerned about what the future could hold.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jun 16, 2015 7:01 pm

        Life outside of the Grey Wood is nothing but dreams, faint ghosts screeching incomprehensible lines of dialogue, dreary conversation drooling from cracked lips and fake smiles. It’s all a game, every character something to play with, or to kill.

          I watched the brother that doesn’t exist stab the imaginary friend. I watched the mindless drones as their faces turned to stone, or pity, or shock, or horror. Their reactions put a pit in my stomach. In Nakoma’s eyes I saw a sickening caring, an empathy that reflected her devotion to the perverted game, pretending to care for others so she could feed off their emotions and feel a purpose to her life once again. Vox’s shock and tears in light of this occurrence gave me the full realization that I had no connection with him either. His eagerness to bark commands, to slay and butcher when he had the chance, they sprang from a militaristic form of honor, remnants of his past experiences as a brainwashed drone. He stood there now, programmed to carry out the same motions, whether commands, planning, structuring, checking the pulse of a body, or mourning the falling of a fellow warrior. Aidina’s distant looks and shifty eyes resembled some recognition in acknowledging the futility of this group that we were all prisoners of. Yet her feet remained planted, neither coming to Benjems side, nor turning to leave. She too was a slave to her own fears, her own curiosity, her own futile considerations. She stood for nothing, so she was worth nothing. Tym’s veil of distance kept my judgement at Bay, which both confused and interested me, but not enough to care about a clueless old wizard. Kana, the new patient to this demented support group, her looks of sadness and terror were almost laughable in their insincerity. Arva’s confused and pitiful looks were amusing as well, as he seemed pained to decide what his emotions were as he defended the killer from Nakoma, trying the best he could to hold onto his idiotic ideals.

        Benjem, Grayg, Grajem, whatever. A fellow character who recognized the futility, the fake one-dimensional personalities, the gag-inducing emotions, the dead lifeless stories of these walking meat suits. Now he was just as alive as the rest of them. His death reflected the lifeless features of everyone standing around him. He slowly joined their ranks as another puppet, his life pooling on the ground into a thick shiny welcome mat. Come on in, nobodies home.

        The blood soaked ground came to life, spewing out its hatred and memories. It showed my brother Slif hanging above a fire, his blood-curdling screams muffled by the feverish chanting of my father, praising Torog as the flames engulfed Slif’s clothes, his face sizzling and popping, spewing out browned juices as he boiled from the inside out. It showed collapsing wood grabbing onto my sister Samara and holding her down as water swirled around her, raping and distorting her face until her struggling ceased, finally crushed under the weight of collapsing beams and tsunami surges from the Cataclysm. It showed me in a cave, deep in the Grey Wood, sucking out the white milky blood from the convulsing body of a giant spider. I’ve been dead long before my heart stops beating.

       I looked at each member of this party, named Flaming Cart as a token of its stupidity and ineptitude. I looked at Benjem’s lifeless body, my final attachment to this afterlife I’m trapped inside of. I looked into Krisom’s eyes, and saw no life, only a reflection of myself. I soundlessly turned, and ran. I could feel the hot stickiness of blood run from the tips of my fingers, over my hands, up my arms, streaming down my body, running up and over my face. My vision turned red, my mouth gagged as the gurgling liquid ran down my throat, I stumbled as this hallucination overtook me, but I continued running. Out of breath, and nearly blind, I couldn’t stop. There are personal hells far worse than death, and it was right at my heels, breathing down my neck.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jun 23, 2015 5:42 pm

How could a boy do such a thing? And how could Adina and Nakoma wish his death so quickly in return? What almost was... what might had been if he had not taken action... it frightened him. Arva knew his friends were good people, and yet they turned to violence so immediately, without a second thought, towards a child. How long would it take for him to do the same?

The presence of death hung heavy within Arva, as if there was a stone in the center of his stomach that had somehow increased in weight over the last hour. He could feel it, that presence that whispered from inside the back of his neck, awoken by the transgressions of the barriers between life and death that had occurred before his eyes. Arva had seen nothing like this before. The ability to bring life where there was none... could he learn such a thing? Could Arva learn to implore Corellon to return those the God would take from this world? The thought gave him a certain... hunger. The rock in his stomach seemed to swell. Arva realized this hunger was not a hunger of his own. Now, all he felt in his stomach was terror.

But this was not the moment for such musings. He swallowed his fear, knowing full well he must return to it later, once Benjem was in a hospital and Krisom safely inside a prison cell. Wild ran off, but nothing could be done about that right now.

"Nakoma's right, we must take him back to Norngard. I will take the boy. We shall but him in a prison cell and, once Benjem has recovered, decide what is to be done. They both need medical treatment, which we cannot provide here," he said, turning to the group.

Arva searches among the dead in the Broken Spine Tribe camp, and takes a pair of shoes that he returns to Tym. "This should help with the snow."

Krisom's unconscious body was light, and despite Arva's short stature, he lifted the boy across his shoulder. Arva smelled the dried blood caked on the boy's skin, felt the marks of torture slashed across his bare back, saw the bloodied wrists that had been tied up to a post. The others gave him glances of anger and resentment. Perhaps they would try to stop him, but Arva knew that what this boy needed right now was help, not punishment. He would need to be in a cell to satisfy the others, and in case he lashed out again, but not before his wounds were treated.

With Krisom on his back, Arva began to walk in the direction of the great wall of ice, barely visible on the horizon. "Benjem must be carried as well. We must hurry to Norngard. We don't know how much longer either of them have."
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Thu Jun 25, 2015 11:48 am

What a strange group. Nakoma watched in silence as Vox begged Benjem to awaken, a bit amazed as the severely injured young man actually stirred. While Arva fetched the shoes for their dear wizard, Nakoma glanced around to see just how everyone was responding to this unusual turn of events. These people. She knew so much about them and yet so little; those who she called friends were still complete strangers. She saw determination in Kana’s eyes, the troubled grip of Tym on his staff, the shifty gaze of Aidina as it seemed she again seemed uncomfortable with the idea of sticking around. Wild, she noticed, was nowhere to be seen. Her heart sunk at the thought of his leaving. He was gone? Her mind wandered back to their conversation outside a near empty tavern on what felt like a lifetime ago, staring up at the stars.

“We all have our secrets,” she remembered saying after having a drink. “and I don’t expect you to share. I just want you to know that it doesn’t matter what skeletons you hide in your closet. You have a place here.” She remembered his silence. “And if you ever decide that you do want to talk, well, know that you can.” She stood idle by the halfling for a moment, as if giving him the chance to reply, but she was greeted again only by silence. She recalled leaving him there in the dark. In the capitol, before Ply became Gemina, before Grayg became Redgar, before they ever heard the prophet rave. Just a peaceful night. Nakoma wasn’t surprised that Wild hadn’t really opened up, but she had hoped that one day he might feel like he could. Now, it seemed, it was too late. The elf hardly had the energy or the heart left to dwell on such loss.

Finally, her eyes caught the righteous determination of Arva as he hauled the despicable young boy over his shoulder.

Nakoma’s gaze lingered there, on the almost comical picture of the dwarf carrying the teen, and she considered just who she had become. She had once considered herself the voice of reason, standing up for those considered guilty in order to seek the truth, standing between the woman and the crowd hurling stones. The more she thought, the more she realized that the true voice here was this unusual paladin. Thinking back, every time Nakoma wanted to stop and help someone, Arva was there, and more often than not, he was doing the talking. Even when Nakoma’s judgement faltered, Arva stepped up, insisting that everyone stand down. He stood fast on the line between battle and murder. He often chastised the group for being so blasé about killing, and in return the group grew to question and mock the dwarf’s every word. Arva just didn’t understand. There was no way he could.  This was no band of murderers. Certainly there was hardly a hand in this group that hadn’t been stained red, but it wasn’t as though they were all evil people. Still, perhaps they just weren’t quite as good as the devout little dwarf.

Even now, considering how her judgement had twisted from trusting even the most suspicious characters to pointing an arrow at the face of her friend’s little brother, Nakoma found herself resenting how Arva was so quick to help him. Maybe she wasn’t as pure of heart as this man fighting his demon after all. And maybe she was okay with that.

It didn’t take long for the group to stumble upon a supply cart left behind by the broken spine tribe, long abandoned by its horse. “Here,” she stated. “Lay them down.” Once Benjem was in the back of the cart, Nakoma wordlessly swiped the onyx horse figure from his pocket. She hesitated, watching carefully as Arva placed Krisom next to his brother. They didn’t have much choice; their travel would be long delayed if they had to carry the two the entire way to Norngard, but Nakoma didn’t much like the idea of the two being so close, even when neither were awake.

She quickly summoned the horse and soon the group was off once again. Nakoma walked alongside the cart, occasionally glancing at the two peaceful faces inside. It’s almost funny, she mused in silence. These brothers are reunited at last, and neither with the ability to enjoy it. Fate can be so cruel.

Soon, they were greeted by the icy gates of Norngard and were quickly ushered inside. Nakoma had almost forgotten the circumstances of their return. The party had acted as leaders and fighters for this kingdom, and with the backup of the Boros and Norngardian soldiers (and the unusual daughter of Krumar, Dokut), they infiltrated the Broken Spine Tribe encampment and killed Bjorn. Needless to say that upon arrival, they did not have any trouble finding help for their friend.

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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Thu Jun 25, 2015 6:27 pm

People began to gather as the group made their way through the streets towards the palace. Vox saw men and women of all ages looking out from windows or from alleyways as Benjem's horse pulled the cart. Some guards had met them at the gate and helped them escort Benjem and Krisom's bodies, though that did not stop the occational person trying to wriggle past them to get a better look at the two brothers in the cart.

Vox could see small groups of people turning away, whispering as the cart rolled past. He wondered what they could be saying to each other. Creating some rumor that Benjem had died? That the battle was lost? Perhaps they were talking about something else entirely, to distract themselves from what must have made a morbid spectacle. Vox wondered how much these people knew about the battle, about the Jarl and his sons, and about the group themselves. The Flaming Cart had let themselves get so caught up in the politics of Norngard that they had little time to familiarize themselves with the everyday aspects of the city. The same had been true for Orentown and the Capitol. Since the beginning it had felt as though the group had been on a chaotic chase for Krisom, only for him to slip past their reach at every turn. It was only now after they finally found him, that they could sit down and catch their breaths. Even then, Krisom had reacted in a way none of them could have predicted. Vox looked at the child in the cart, unsure of what to do with him. Once at the palace, would there be doctors to help these two, or were they all called to the battlegrounds? Where would the two stay? Would it be right to give Benjem a room and Krisom a cell?

Vox's concentration was broken as a small child darted between him and the cart, running up and down the road while holding out a small wooden bird. As he played with the small toy his mother chased him, hoping to get him away from the soldiers and the cart. The young child seemed completely ignorant of the bloodied men in the cart, and for a moment Vox felt almost envious. This child likely had no idea as to why the city gates had been closed, or why so many soldiers stood at attention on the city walls.

In a strange way, the Flaming Cart had probably indirectly saved this yound child's life when they defended the city on the Jarl's behalf. It made Vox wonder, did people know about the Flaming Cart? What did people see the group as, if they cared to pay attention to them at all? Vox remembered the riots in the Capitol, and the mobs in Korban. They always seemed to get themselves into trouble, or at least involved in someone else's business. They were playing a dangerous game, and Benjem's injuries had been something of a wake up call.

The cart stopped, and Vox noticed that they had reached the palace gates. As they walked into the palace grounds, Vox had realized he had done it again; he had started to overthink things, perhaps more than he should. It was a bad habit, and often proved to be more stressful than it was worth. He would have chuckled, but the timing didn't seem appropriate. They needed to make sure Benjem and Krisom were attended to. Vox waved over some guards to help them carry the two brothers inside.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Thu Jun 25, 2015 10:30 pm

Lady Malum was alive.  Somehow he had been mistaken about her death.  She lived; she was right there, beckoning to him with a snow-white finger.  He approached, though he did not wish to.  He approached with heavy feet, powerless in the face of her magic.  He fought it, but failed.  No, he approached her altar.  On the altar was a body.  Benjem saw it for the first time, and it sent a thrill of horror through his being.  There was a body, mangled, defiled, destroyed.  It was tied to the altar with ropes that seemed to writhe like snakes in the flickering light.  It was his fault, and he knew it.  Lady Malum had a perfect smile with perfect white teeth behind perfect blood-red lips, and she beckoned with a colorless hand towards the body.  In a few more steps, he would be right next to it.  He would be able to see what he had done.  He would see who it was, what it was, and he didn’t want to.  He needed not to see it.  And yet his feet brought him closer.  He stepped up next to the altar and felt his head tilt down.  He was a puppet before her.  The face of the body was hooded, hidden behind a black veil.  He had almost breathed a sigh of relief when the bloodless hand reached down and pulled back the covering.  Benjem looked, and pain twisted through his body, suffocating his heart in agony.

Nakoma.

Her scarlet hair was curled around her face like some vulgar wreath, dyed redder than it would ever naturally be with blood.  Benjem struggled to look away.  Her nose leaked blood, her head bashed in, her throat torn.  Yet it was her, undeniably her.  He felt his despair spread from his chest to his hands to his feet to his face.  His face couldn’t take it, it was breaking apart!  It was falling in shards on the floor.  Benjem covered his eyes with his hands, trying to keep himself from shattering, and cried out in horror.  He tore himself away from the scene, fighting with all of his strength to get away, away, away...

He was in a dark corridor, hurrying along, not looking where he was going.  He didn’t know how to get out, so he went onwards, trying to get away from what he had seen.  There was a boy ahead of him, showing him which way to go.  Benjem chased him desperately, but the boy was getting further and further away.  Now Benjem was only catching brief glimpses of him each time he turned a corner.

“Hurry up!” called the boy.  “Hurry up, or they’ll get you!”

“Wait!  Wait for me!” gasped Benjem, but the boy apparently couldn’t hear him.  If anything, the boy ran faster.

“Hurry!”

Benjem ran on, fighting fatigue.  Suddenly, he realized that the passageway the boy was leading him down was closing in.  The ceiling was definitely lower than it had been.  And the walls were getting closer together, too.  Barely two men would be able fit abreast now.

“Come on, keep up!”

He charged on, bending over as the ceiling lowered.  The air seemed hotter here.  He ran on, until he could no longer stand, and was forced to continue on his hands and knees.  He crawled on, horrified at what would happen if he lost his guide.  “Wait!  Please!” Benjem cried, but he could only hear the distant patter of the boy’s footsteps down the tunnel.  He crawled faster, but now his back was brushing against the ceiling, and his shoulders against the walls.  He was forced onto his stomach, crawling along like a worm.  “Help!” Benjem cried.  “I can’t get through!  Please!”  But there was no use.  The boy could not hear.  It was deathly silent.  Benjem sweated as he continued: the rough stone of the walls were throwing out heat at him.  And then he couldn’t pull himself any further.  His arms were pinned under his body.  He couldn’t see anything down the tunnel.  “HELP!”  No response.  Benjem decided he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, and began to try to worm himself back out, but found he couldn’t.  He was trapped!  He cried out again, to no avail.  He struggled, and felt the heat build around him.  He was growing frantic.

Suddenly, laughter seemed to echo from down the impossibly thin passage.  It was a boy’s laughter.  He couldn’t quite remember who it belonged to.  “I am Iachimor’s scarf, Benjem!  I am, I am, I am!  I am the scarf!”

Then the voice changed.  It deepened, suddenly.  “My name’s Welihan.  People mostly call me Welli, though.  Where are you going?  Can I buy you something to eat?”  Benjem fought against the walls, but they seemed to be closing in even tighter.  He couldn’t breathe.  He couldn’t breathe!  “You’re just so cute, you know?”  The words echoed down the tunnel, distorting themselves into moans of pleasure and pain.

Benjem wanted to cry out, to do anything, but his lungs were burning with the thick air, and his body was imprisoned, unable to move an inch.  The last thing he heard was a woman’s voice.  He knew it to be that of Lady Malum.  It broke on his ears like a cold knife.  “Once you are mine, you will be mine... forever.”
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:39 pm


Aidina wasn’t bothered much by the cold. It was something to do with the source of her magic, plus her demonic heritage. Beyond the more obvious advantages, being able to create fire out of nothing had its benefits - when you control energy and heat, you don’t need blankets to stay warm.

The floating lantern bobbed along behind her as the whole group moved along the road back through the city. With Benjem and Krisom in the cart, unconscious, and everyone else preoccupied with their own issues, it was silent apart from the inhabitants of Norngard, and she was perfectly happy for it to stay that way. Something nudged her from inside her bag, and Aidina halted momentarily to make sure the top was still unfastened. She was greeted by two shining green eyes and an irritated ’mrrooww’, and opened the top of the bag further as Leo poked his head out. She didn’t mind leaving her bag unlatched anymore; anyone who tried to steal from her would end up getting clawed anyway.

She’d started out near the back of the group on their way to the palace, and if she was going to leave, this was her chance. Wild was already gone - vanished right after the incident with Krisom. Aidina reached down and rested her hand on Leo’s head; the cat quieted and settled still, intent on the landscape around them. She glanced at the lantern and it flickered into nothing, extinguishing and falling back into a pocket on her belt. With one last look at the rest of the group in front of her, she dropped back behind a wall as they rounded a corner of the road, ignoring a spike of -- guilt? Worry? Regret? Hhhh. Something stupid, and illogical, and irrelevant. She set off in the opposite direction, back toward the outskirts of Norngard. Now that she knew the rest of them would be in the city for a while, she could get transportation before they left, and she’d never have to see them again.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Mon Jul 13, 2015 4:53 am

The group had already arrived at the palace by the time Kana noticed that there seemed to be one - no, two - two fewer presences than there should have been. Aidina and the halfling - Wild - seemed to have disappeared into thin air while they had been so preoccupied with Benjem and Krisom.

After Krisom had been turned over to the appropriate authorities and while Benjem received medical care, Kana wondered about the fate of this party. It seemed that their separation was inevitable, from the way that two members had already departed without so much as a parting word.

"What will happen now?" Her musings manifested themselves into a question that she repeated when her first whisper received no response. "Two of us have already gone. What will happen now?"
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:41 pm

He was normally much more observant, but he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts on the way back to the palace that he stopped paying attention.  Consequently, Aidina was long gone by the time Tym noticed anything.  He was so shocked that it took him a few minutes to see that Wild was gone too.  He had been watching for months to make sure she didn’t run off, and then she slipped away the one time he let his guard down.

They were by no means close friends, but they had saved each other’s lives countless times, so they certainly weren’t enemies either.  Still, she was not even close to paying off her debt.  He had lost his entire life, and though memories were starting to come back, he still had no idea who he used to be.  He loved all of his adventures with the Flaming Cart, but it would still be nice to have some knowledge about his past.

Though Tym was unsure of the party’s next moves, he knew that one thing was certain: he would see Aidina again.  It was only by sheer luck that they had been brought back together the first time, and he wasn’t going to sit idle and wait for fortune to make it happen a second time.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:22 pm

Note: I wrote most of this before noticing Kana already had Krisom turned over and Benjem get treatment, so just think of a lot of this as just filling in details! Smile

The cart stopped for a moment as the gates opened. He noticed Wild was gone and Aidina had slipped away, but it didn't matter. The had to get Benjem and Krisom treatment, as fast as possible. As soon as the gates were open wide enough, Arva grabbed a rope attached to the horse pulling the cart. He yanked it forward so the cart would move in the direction of the palace. He realized that he probably hurt the animal, and immediately regretted it. Two guards that Vox called over helped him with the horse. Everyone still with them was helping, but slowly, as if they were all busy thinking of other things. Even Vox seemed distant.

"Come ON, help the guards with the horse. Someone should run ahead to tell the Jarl what happened and prepare a room for the two of them. They needed treatment hours ago, we have no idea how much longer they'll last," said Arva.

Truth be told, Arva didn't even know if they were alive right now. Why was everyone moving so slow? Benjem and Krissam were dying. Every moment wasted could mean their lives. Arva couldn't believe that Wild and Aidina had just left, without even waiting to see if the two of them would survive. It's as if all the time they'd spent together meant nothing. Ironically, it was Arva that had disagreed with Benjem the most, and yet he was the only one trying to keep them alive!

That wasn't fair. Arva knew the others cared... the ones still here, at least. He was just frustrated to see that they were all too busy in their damn heads to do what needed to be done without being told. Vox and Nakoma seemed to have snapped into action, though. Vox ran ahead towards the palace while Nakoma helped the horse, without any need to yank at its chains.

Soon, they had reached the palace. Benjem was immediately attended to, and some guards came to take Krisom. As they lifted him from the cart, Arva approached them and said, "You are to ensure he receives the same treatment as any other patient would. I will visit the boy to make sure of this. We are friends of the Jarl, and he will know if the boy is not treated. He's been through more than either you or I can imagine... Yes, he is dangerous, but only because of all the suffering he has had to endure. Lets not add to it, shall we?"

The guards nodded and left with Krisom. He had no idea if they had listened to a word he said. But he would check up on the boy, and make sure he was on a path to health. The rest of the gang was at Benjem's bedside, and Arva went to join them. Now, that there was a moment of peace, he realized how strange it was to see their number diminish, even by two. There was an... uneasiness within the group, one that Arva now felt as well. This must have been what was on everyone's mind as they entered the gates: what comes next? Not just for the Flaming Cart, but for Krisom and Benjem as well. What will happen when he wakes up? There would be no way to know until it happened. For now, he was satisfied that both of the brothers were safe.


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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Mon Jul 27, 2015 1:15 am

The air in the room was so cold, and it had nothing to do with the walls made of ice. Two of their party members abandoned them. One had died, been brought back, and was now only barely clinging to the last threads of life. Everyone was distant. Broken. Tired. The ties that held this group together were weak, and now they were all but gone. Avoiding looking at the bandages wrapped around Benjem’s face, Nakoma stood quietly near the window, waiting for Arva’s return.

Nakoma wasn’t surprised that Aidina had wandered off. At this point, she would have been more surprised if the tiefling was still around when they made it back to the castle. After all, she had been trying to sneak off for ages. There were many times when she gave more of the impression of a captive than a companion. Still, the elf remembered fondly a few moments where the harsh young woman’s compassion broke through her stern and steely facade. She recalled being chastised for being too reckless, when after one of their more difficult battles, the angry tiefling simply insisted “Next time, just try not to die.” Honestly she sounded more irritated than anything, like worrying about the safety of her companions was some great hassle. But that statement was indicative of at least some amount of compassion for her travel partners, though at the time she may not have seen it that way. Nakoma had hoped that with time, this compassion could have been explored. Maybe rather than simply sticking around out of obligation, Aidina would have simply wanted to stay. Nakoma frowned. Clearly this was just another of her misguided, naive whims. Then again, Aidina only had that single wish of the party members, and still they were unable to grant it. The elf shook her head at nothing as the graphic scene of Benjem’s death played before her eyes on an endless repeat.

Arva found his way back to Benjem’s bedside with what remained of the Flaming Cart, and Nakoma watched the realization play out on his face. Finally Arva recognized the uneasiness that came with the uncertainty of their next move.The elf bit the inside of her cheek with growing frustration, glancing around the room at all the confused and worried faces. Nakoma was tired of this state of melancholy. She hated being so burdened by this chaotic depression. She thought she had escaped this pain long ago, but evidently she was wrong. There was no escape from this relentless negativity. She was tired of following some ridiculous expectation that this group of misfits was destined to be together. As far as she could tell, fate was demonstrating quite the opposite. For the first time since they began their journey back to Norngard, Nakoma did not wait to speak.

“What will happen now?” Nakoma almost sarcastically echoed the psion’s question. She turned a sharp eye to Kana. At first, there was a flicker of regret in her eyes at the harsh tone of her voice, but she cast it aside. Everyone was dancing in limbo, dwelling in the chaos of their situation, and Nakoma was fed up with it. She was just done with the uncertainty. “I’ll tell you what will happen now.” Her voice was still sharp, though it was a bit quieter. She tried to be sympathetic of the situation, but it was clear she was more than a little angry. Everyone deals with grief differently. Some grow distant, some are sad, some lethargic, some work through it, some get angry. Nakoma tried to find some balance in her grief, especially since Benjem actually was alive, but even then it was difficult.

“The Flaming Cart is over.” She scoffed. “It hardly ever existed to begin with. The tiny strings that kept our party together were severed the moment we laid eyes on that disturbed boy, Krisom. Arva,” Nakoma raised her index finger in the dwarf’s direction to silence him before he could make some comment about the murderous teenager. “I get it, okay? He’s traumatized. Who knows what he’s been through. Still, he tried to kill our friend. It’s just… It’s difficult.” She huffed, unable to find the words she was searching for, so she just quickly changed the direction of her statement. “This whole situation aside, when it comes down to it, the main reason we were all sticking together was because of some misguided obligation to help a broken man find his brother. Now that that mission is over, what do we have? I’d like to think that we few who remain here are all friends, and I’m not saying that we should never speak again, but I think it’s foolish to continue to call ourselves a party. I say that from here on out, we do what we need to do to take care of ourselves.” Nakoma turned her gaze to the unconscious man, asleep, but alive. She hoped and prayed that his dreams offered him sweeter solace than this unfortunate reality. “I, for one, will stay here until Benjem is well again. I fear that he is in for a rude awakening, and I want to do what I can do help with that transition. He has a lot to deal with, especially reconciling with the idea that all that we have done for him to rescue his brother was, for his intentions, in vain.” She looked back up, glancing at the strange yet familiar few who lingered in the room. “If you want to stay, then stay. If you’d rather go, then go. I’m sick of feeling tied down by all this baggage; it’s literally against what I stand for as a follower of Sehanine.”

She sighed and ran a hand through her thick, fiery hair. The clarity of her words suggested that the elf had her fair share of experience with dark situations, for it seemed she was able to pull herself together fairly quickly. Still, it was clear that calling her ‘stressed’ would be a gross understatement. With a softer tone, she added while glancing around at anyone who would make eye contact with her, “still, I do hope that maybe some of you will choose stick around.” Her gaze moved to the floor. “At least for a little while longer.”

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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Mon Jul 27, 2015 9:43 pm

Vox had split up from the group at the gates to find the Jarl. While the others carried Benjem to a bed, he went to the Jarl's quarters. He found the door guarded by a pair of Norngardian soldiers. Palace Guard. They looked imposing and on alert but they let Vox pass with little trouble, likely recognizing him from past meetings with Norngardian nobility.

Vox entered the room to find it still in slight disarray from the Kenku attack. Loose bits of paper we scattered about, and the chairs around the table were scattered around the room. The table itself had marks cut into it, though Vox couldn't tell if it was a result of the claws of a would be Kenku assassin or Tym's cloud of daggers. The Jarl was sitting in one of the chairs, looking out through the only window that wasn't being repaired. His eyes stared out at the field beyond the walls of Norngard. Smoke was rising on the horizon. The battle continued.

Jarl Torben did not turn to greet Vox. His attention was focused entirely on the view. Behind him, another man was already trying to get his attention.

"My lord, please. I have tonics that can help ease your mind in this troubling time. When news of the battle reaches the palace, I assure you, you will be the first to..." He looked up, noticing Vox, "Why, here's a soldier now."

Vox stepped forward, "I'm afraid I was tasked with a unique job from the Jarl, so I was not present in the primary battle. You needn't worry. From what I hear, the Broken Spine is being driven away as we speak."

The man seemed pleased. "Do you hear that my lord? We needn't worry."

Torben stirred at Vox's voice, and he turned to face the soldier. "So, you're back," he said softly, "What news do you bring?"

"My companions and I infiltrated the Broken Spine camp and found Krisom, Benjem's brother. However, Krisom attacked Benjem, and both are in need of immediate medical attention. I came to ask for your priest, if you will allow it."

The man behind Torbin straighted up. "Oh! Why that would be me!" He stepped around the scattered chairs and began to shake Vox's hand furiously, "I am Asmund, High Priest of Tor! I will gladly help your injured friends, if the Jarl allows it."

The two looked at the Jarl, who merely nodded before turning his head to once again to face the smoking fields. As the two turned to leave, the Jarl called out, "Vox. Wait."

Vox stopped.

The Jarl kept looking out at the window as he spoke, "What news of Bjorn?"

Vox hesitated, "He's... dead, my lord."

"Did he fall in battle?"

"Yes."

"To whom?"

When Vox didn't answer, the Jarl sank a bit furthur into his chair. "I see. You may take Asmund with you, Vox, but please understand if I do not wish to see you again for a very long time."

As the two walked back to Benjem's quarters, Asmund furrowed his brow in confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand."

Vox sighed, "Because of my actions, two of his sons are dead."
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:35 pm

Cold.

He was in a cold room.  In a bed.  In a cold bed.  He was in a cold room in a cold bed: that he was able to ascertain.  He opened his eyes, and, moments later, found them closed again against the bright light.  He was in a bright, cold room.

Benjem forced his eyes open again and looked around.  People he knew were around him, staring down at him.  He forced himself to look at each one.  With a sinking heart he noticed an absence.

Benjem opened his mouth.  A croak came out.  He swallowed, and tried again.

“Krisom.  Where is...?”

Benjem gasped and awaited an answer.
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PostSubject: Re: Session 18? In Which the Flaming Cart Deals with Krisom and then Scatters like Ashes in the Wind Post Cart-Burning?   Sun Aug 16, 2015 5:32 pm

The room grew quiet as Benjem awoke. Tym watched as he silently scanned the room, looking from one person to the next. His voice was strained and difficult to understand, but his meaning was still quite clear. Nakoma immediately rushed to his side. “Krisom is okay,” she said, her voice full of concern. “He’s being treated for his injuries right now. Try not to speak for a while, you’ve been through a great deal and you need to rest.”

As soon as she stopped talking, the silence again filled the room, swallowing everything. Tym wanted desperately to help, to somehow make a difference, but he knew that waiting was all anyone could do for the time being. Each moment felt like an eternity, but he continued to watch and wait, ready to act as soon as the situation allowed it.
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