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Post by toth on Dec 15, 2014 11:26:54 GMT -7
Atis has been a common sight in taverns and inns all over the southern district for the past month or so. He'll be entertaining the patrons in said taverns with epic tales of heroism or adventure and encouraging those same patrons to get up and tell their own stories. He has a well known bet with anyone who has ever seen him perform: Tell him a story worthy of being written into his book of tales and you will earn a whole gold coin or he will tell you any story you want to hear.
Atis has recently started making impromptu stages out of crates in the middle of busy streets and market squares. On them he tells a different kind of stories than the ones he normally tells in taverns. The tales he tells on the streets are stories almost all about common people doing extraordinary things, like a farmer breaking a siege by smuggling his harvest to his liege lord in the besieged city, a craftsman saving lives by building a house so sturdy it survived a great storm which collapsed all other houses or a mother starving herself to feed her beloved daughter who grew up to become a great heroine.
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Post by novasry on Jan 10, 2015 14:25:56 GMT -7
Ashmock approaches Atis one night in The Plow. "Atis my friend, it is good to see you again after the Kobolds. I believe you wanted to hear my tale of Dragons?"
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Post by toth on Jan 11, 2015 9:27:42 GMT -7
Atis looks up surprised but he gets very excited when you mention dragons and launches into a ramble: "Ashmock! I was hoping to run into you again. Yes I would very much like to hear about the dragon, dragon stories are so few and far between I have yet to hear one that is not some fantastical myth from times before even elven memory. Now please sit down and let me buy you a drink while I prepare myself." Without waiting for a response he signals Big Duade for two of his ales, flips through his book towards the end and starts setting his writing tools on the table before him. Belatedly he asks "I hope you don't mind if I write it down?".
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Post by novasry on Jan 12, 2015 6:27:54 GMT -7
"Write away, I hope that many more will hear this tale." Ashmock downs his ale and calls for a glass of fire whiskey.
"My mother was a human, she was taken as a slave by an Orc clan. As you may know, female slaves in Orc clans often lead to Half-Orcs. My father was high enough in the clans ranks that I was trained to fight and give me a fairly easy life. We lived in the mountains where we had a fairly stable settlement.
It was winter, but colder than usual. The settlement had been hit by a mighty blizzard, houses were buried, children froze in the snow and our warriors could hardly move. I don't know if the cold had bought the Dragon or the Dragon bought the cold, but 5 days into the blizzard we saw it on the horizon. The beast we enormous, it's wings spanned 50ft and cast a shadow over the whole camp, it's scales were a pure white. Then came the icy breath. We were trying to fight back, but entire groups of Orcs were frozen in seconds. I did the only thing I could do, I ran. People were dying all around, so I grabbed a horse and ran. Everyone died, my mother and father, my friends, I was the only one to escape the slaughter. After a days riding I found a spot where I could still see the settlement, it was buried in snow and it looked as if the dragon was building something, maybe a nest, maybe it was just trying to find the last survivors to devour them.
In the years after the attack I travelled, eventually finding a small group of people who believed my tales. They told me of a coming darkness, that the draconic beasts will awaken and take back the world with fire, ice and acid. They believe that by dedicating their lives to the beasts, they would be spared the destruction. I travelled with them for a time, honing my abilities and learning to draw from the powers of the Red Dragons. Fire became my blood.
I left the cultists some months ago before travelling to Rook, here I hope to spread the word and try to bring more into the fold of the Dragons Worshippers.
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Post by toth on Jan 12, 2015 10:31:41 GMT -7
As you tell your story Atis's expression goes quickly from excitement to grave a few moments after you finish telling the story he finishes writing it down with his pen. "That's a horrific tale indeed, if it was truly a dragon you are lucky to have survived at all. Now I only have a few questions, to flesh out the story you see. Firstly do you happen to remember where the attack took place or perhaps the name of your former clan? Secondly do you know what happened to your mother and the rest of the clan, did anyone else escape?"
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Post by novasry on Jan 22, 2015 13:48:44 GMT -7
"It was indeed a dragon, I am sure of it. In our language we were the Mal Blog Fos, or Mountain Blood Clan in common. I do not recall the peak we were camped at in particular, but it was in the mountains in the east of Tog Nar. As far as I know, nobody survived, I was the only one to get out." thank you for listening to my tale Atis, I hope that you use this knowledge wisely and join me when the time comes.
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Post by toth on Jan 23, 2015 3:05:11 GMT -7
"Thank you for your story my friend, now then we come to my payment for your excellent story. Will you accept this" *Atis holds up a single shiny gold coin* "or would you have me tell you a story of my own of any subject you desire ?"
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Post by novasry on Jan 23, 2015 7:22:11 GMT -7
"Keep your gold friend, I will take you up on your offer of a story another time, but for now I must be on my way." Ashmock downs the remainder of his drink, and goes to leave after saying his farewell's to Atis.
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