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<blockquote data-quote="SolidSnake_01" data-source="post: 7544007" data-attributes="member: 63254"><p><strong><u>Journal of Jordan Cranden II - Entry III</u></strong></p><p></p><p>"What do we do when we fall off of our horse, young prince?"</p><p></p><p>In a dejected tone: "We get back on again." I was a child again reliving my early lessons with the battle master of the Knight Protectors. It was tradition for the battle master to personally train each of the Aerdy line. His name was Zarell and he still had the most gravelly of voices I've heard to this day. </p><p></p><p>"But Hope doesn't want me to ride him." I heard myself complain as the memory played out.</p><p></p><p>Zarell was traditionally both stern and taciturn, but he asked: "Why do you say that?" Such patience that man had.</p><p></p><p>"Because he thinks I'm too weak." </p><p></p><p>Quicker than a striking snake, Zarell, had closed the distance, tripped me - putting me back on the ground of which he had just had me stand up from - and had his iron like grip around my throat. I recall the panic and confusion. I was suffocating. I realize now he could have made me go unconscious in seconds if he'd wanted to by preventing bloodflow, but he merely compressed my windpipe. </p><p></p><p>With such fierce determination it made me momentarily forget the position I was in, Zarell said: "Then prove him wrong!"</p><p></p><p>I remember the confusion. Was this betrayal? No. It was a test. But he was Zarell. I was a child. I could not hope to overpower this man - our battlemaster! I grabbed his vice like hand feebly. I tried to swat at his wrist to no avail. The man was simply iron. I was starting to gasp. </p><p></p><p>With righteous anger Zarell screamed at me: "You will be head of the Knight Protectors, Jordan! You must shed all weakness. People do not follow weakness. Hope will not acquiesce to weakness. Weakness invites pain. Weakness invites usurpation. Is that what you are? Weak?"</p><p></p><p>His words sparked something inside me - a white hot righteousness. I heard my child voice choke out with similar determination to Zarell's "I am a Cranden!" and somehow I managed to twist in his grip while wrapping my legs around his arm and kick off of his torso using my shoulder for leverage on the ground. This resulted in a rather messy roll with Zarell now on the ground having no way to prevent his fall at an angle since like any good battle master the maneuver did not result in his grip weakened in the slightest- but it did relieve my windpipe from its crushing force- and so he had no pillar of support on that direction and it resulted in me on top of him.</p><p></p><p>Zarell's grating laughter - as unpleasant as it was rare - filled the training grounds. "And so you are, my young prince. And so you are."</p><p>___________________</p><p></p><p>Ember had stopped walking rousing me from my memories. After the most recent domination by Beherit, I had left the battle ground and its accusations behind. I knew this episode would stay with me like the early ones. The weight on my conscience was jarring in the early years but over time one develops callouses. Lief's death was like those first, though - raw, provoking a crisis of self. I accepted the deeper emotions this provoked far faster than early on, however. I was at peace - or whatever broken emptiness robs one of their emotional reserve that I had convinced myself was peace. </p><p></p><p>The storm was now causing short bursts of gale-force winds to buffet Ember and me, but that was not why he stopped. A man stepped out of a nearby group of trees and hailed me. It was not Treig.</p><p></p><p>I walked Ember to within 20 feet and then dismounted. Ember looked on with the pupil-less eyes of his namesake while I approached. I stopped perhaps nearby but said nothing. I was no longer in my armor and Beherit was soul-sheathed for now.</p><p></p><p>"Beherdan, I have a proposition for you."</p><p></p><p>Before I continue, you must understand something first: one does not just casually mention Beherit. The former devil prince was a subordinate to Asmodeus, and challenged him for rule over the Nine Hells. Beherit lost. Few if any have ever seen my sword and lived to tell the tale, never mind knew it was sentient. Of the remote few that have survived or witnessed encounters with the sword and would make the connection, fewer still would know exactly what the sword housed. Either, this man had spent a great deal of time researching or he had insider knowledge from the Asmodi. In either case, my hackles rose. I could feel the chains writhing inside me like a coiled snake ready to not just spring but impale this man. I could feel Beherit's hunger.</p><p></p><p>I said nothing. I searched my memory for a prior encounter with him but found nothing. Like me, he had the pale skin and light coloring suggesting an old Aerdy heritage.</p><p></p><p>The man was practically cavalier in his tone. I'd say he was unafraid but that wouldn't accurately describe the situation. This man wasn't even deferential. Perhaps he did not know who I was, not entirely. But then he called me...he called us Beherdan. Regardless, for all of his research or knowledge, he exercised no caution. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or strike. "I would like you to bring the Gray Fox to me," he said.</p><p></p><p>No clarification was necessary. "Who are you?" I replied.</p><p></p><p>The man did not miss a beat: "My name is Darius Argosson. Please understand, I mean the Gray Fox no harm."</p><p></p><p>I recognized the family name - a minor Duchy of Urnst. But I did not know the connection he might have with Treig. I had only heard of the Gray Fox in passing - a soldier of fortune having developed a certain renown. I had now witnessed his prowess first hand on more than one occasion and to say he was proficient would grossly under represent this man's skill. As I identified in those first moments back in Greyhawk, Trieg, the Gray Fox - whatever one wanted to call him - was an assassin. He was ruthless, efficient, and did not trifle with mental and moral handicaps most self-impose. </p><p></p><p>My hackles did not lower. As with Lief delivering new orders to Treig in Diamond Lake, there was something off. How could anyone have known where to find us let alone this quickly? I didn't know I'd be here until a few hours ago! </p><p></p><p>As if reading my thoughts, Darius continued in a deflective way: "He has entered the Whispering Cairn, a place I cannot go. I can reward you for this service."</p><p></p><p>I was silent. The gathering supernatural storm began to intermittently release large rain droplets each making a loud 'thwack' sound as they hit the ground - or hissing sound as they hit Ember. I regarded this Darius Argosson. "If you are familiar with the Gray Fox, then you must also know that there is no 'forcing' him to do anything. I will pass along your message, but that is all. I need no <em>reward</em>."</p><p></p><p>Again, without missing a beat, Darius responded: "I accept. Perhaps I can assist you, then...on your trek inside. It's the least I could do, after all."</p><p></p><p>We established what precisely he was offering - a selection of spell effects that might aid me in entering the Cairn undetected, and I accepted. I would know if the spells he was casting were not what he proposed and if that happened...well, if that happened, I would let Beherit drink him. But true to his word, he made me invisible and cast a spell that would obfuscate my tracks.</p><p></p><p>The droplets were coming down more quickly now. I tied Ember to one of the trees using his fireproof reins and crested the next hill watching Darius melt back into the shadows from whence he came. I was not surprised to find a small kobold army amassing preparing an onslought. Shortly before Beherit had taken over earlier, I had heard Treig mention that reinforcements were on their way. While I wasn't concerned with a few handful of kobolds, a few hundred was another story. On top of the small army, there appeared to be several half dragon or dragon kin lieutenants corralling them. I looked beyond to see what was holding them up and spotted several bird men flying in the sky. They must have been the ones to summon the storm. Several lightning bolts lanced through the kobold ranks and my suspicions were confirmed. </p><p></p><p>As much as I savored exploiting these boons of magical stealth, leaving these bird men to fend off the army meant two things: I'd be leaving the outcome of the battle to fate - a vengeful and hateful mistress to me over the centuries - and I'd be trusting that whatever business Egan had in the Cairn was in good faith with the birdmen rather than provocative of their ire. Most importantly, the apparent single exit to the Cairn would be blocked - either by hostile green worm worshipers or these avian elemental defenders. I had to ensure the destruction of the army as well as allegiance with the guardians.</p><p></p><p>I used the magical protections to skirt the kobold force and approach the Cairn along its cliff face. I moved behind the birdmen and then, invisibly, simply walked into their ranks unannounced. I positioned myself in the direct center of their front line. They didn't hear me approach until I was within a few feet because of the noise from the storm. But hearing my armor and noting my invisibility, they thought me some sort of air elemental champion and a cheer went up among their ranks. I did nothing to dissuade them of this delusion. There is simply no way this would have worked without Darius's spells. Perhaps Lady Fate had given me a moment's respite.</p><p></p><p>The magi among the birdmen summoned a large <em>Windwall</em> that made the army's missiles useless. In addition, the wall closed off our primary front. At the urging of their lieutenant, a few kobolds tried to push through the wall and were unceremoniously launched into the sky amidst pulverizing debris. The impact of their return trip to the ground killed any that survived the flaying. The kobold army was reduced to approaching in near single file ranks from either end of the wall. Never the less, their dragonkin leaders adapted quickly and within moments had directed a few squadrons around the wall. They now numbered only in the dozens, but more waves were on their way.</p><p></p><p>My engagement with the first wave ended the invisibility. While this may have provoked surprise and wariness amidst the birdmen, it provoked terror amidst the kobolds. They didn't expect a devil to tread among them. Moreover, the guardians could not mistake my intent. I slaughtered kobolds by the handful. What few kobolds remained could not get past to me to the guardians' spellcasters. I was the second wall. Whether they liked their deceptive ally or not, my service to their cause was unmistakable.</p><p></p><p>This strategy was potential sustainable, but highly inefficient. I needed to take out their lieutenants. Kobolds are about as far from courageous as is possible. If I could remove the drivers, the army would disintegrate. What I needed was a duel. Make an example of one of the dragon men would frighten the other lieutenants into fleeing. As it turned out, the largest among them standing eye to me in my armor, with wings half again as wide as the creature was tall had the opposite idea. I was the only thing standing in the way of his army. If he could remove me, the kobolds would overwhelm the guardians and as soon as that wind wall went down...the battle was won.</p><p></p><p>Pity, the fool.</p><p></p><p>The black half dragon brought spells, acidic breath, and flight to bare against me. The creature was powerful, no doubt. After its initial ranged onslaught, rather than attempt recovery, I issued an Infernal challenge binding it to me...preventing its escape. It must of thought it had the upper hand as rather than attempt to break the spell, the creature continued the battle. Another wave of spells, and it closed the distance to drive its over-sized lance through my heart. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I unleashed Mephistopholes' chains and Beherit's eyes opened in unison. Each strike against me provoked a hellish rebuke. In horror the creature realized its error. But it was too late. Its only escape was to step into the <em>Windwall</em> and let its wings carry the creature to safety. But it had already sustained heavy damage from my attacks. Its hide was thicker than the kobolds but it was not enough. The debris knocked it unconscious. Rather than a controlled retreat, the unconscious half dragon was rocketed into the sky, its wings flayed to ribbons only to come crashing back to the ground. I had needed to make an example of this creature. To end the fight to quickly would not emphasize that even after the full weight of everything their most powerful could muster, there was no victory for them. The shattering of bone. The explosion of internal organs. My complete and utter victory was precisely the example that was needed. I retrieved the creatures lance - the symbol of his power. With measured tone, I held aloft and shouted my victory peaking with it being driven through the half dragon's ruined skull. </p><p></p><p>The kobold army fell into chaos. In moments, the second wave of kobolds had tossed their weapons away and fled, a few well placed lightning bolts from the avian magi exploding into the kobold ranks drove home their overwhelming defeat. Like dominoes, the further ranks fell apart, abandoning their lieutenants. The kobold army crumbled.</p><p></p><p>My exit was now secure and no matter what I looked like, there could be no mistaking my service to the guardians. I waited for one of their captains, who spoke common, and explained I needed to enter the Cairn to rejoin my allies. Allies was an exaggeration, of course, but the avian did not need to know this. He explained that two separate groups had gone in - the first was comprised of but a single individual. A man. That would be Egan. The second included three: a human, a half-elf, and an elf. That would be Treig and whomever he had met up with - perhaps allies of Egan? We mutually thanked one another and I was bid entrance. The captain pledged to continue guarding the entrance to the Whispering Cairn. With no organized force to stand against him and his magi, my second goal was now completed: my exit was now not only secure but guarded.</p><p></p><p>Now to find out more about these worms.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SolidSnake_01, post: 7544007, member: 63254"] [B][U]Journal of Jordan Cranden II - Entry III[/U][/B] "What do we do when we fall off of our horse, young prince?" In a dejected tone: "We get back on again." I was a child again reliving my early lessons with the battle master of the Knight Protectors. It was tradition for the battle master to personally train each of the Aerdy line. His name was Zarell and he still had the most gravelly of voices I've heard to this day. "But Hope doesn't want me to ride him." I heard myself complain as the memory played out. Zarell was traditionally both stern and taciturn, but he asked: "Why do you say that?" Such patience that man had. "Because he thinks I'm too weak." Quicker than a striking snake, Zarell, had closed the distance, tripped me - putting me back on the ground of which he had just had me stand up from - and had his iron like grip around my throat. I recall the panic and confusion. I was suffocating. I realize now he could have made me go unconscious in seconds if he'd wanted to by preventing bloodflow, but he merely compressed my windpipe. With such fierce determination it made me momentarily forget the position I was in, Zarell said: "Then prove him wrong!" I remember the confusion. Was this betrayal? No. It was a test. But he was Zarell. I was a child. I could not hope to overpower this man - our battlemaster! I grabbed his vice like hand feebly. I tried to swat at his wrist to no avail. The man was simply iron. I was starting to gasp. With righteous anger Zarell screamed at me: "You will be head of the Knight Protectors, Jordan! You must shed all weakness. People do not follow weakness. Hope will not acquiesce to weakness. Weakness invites pain. Weakness invites usurpation. Is that what you are? Weak?" His words sparked something inside me - a white hot righteousness. I heard my child voice choke out with similar determination to Zarell's "I am a Cranden!" and somehow I managed to twist in his grip while wrapping my legs around his arm and kick off of his torso using my shoulder for leverage on the ground. This resulted in a rather messy roll with Zarell now on the ground having no way to prevent his fall at an angle since like any good battle master the maneuver did not result in his grip weakened in the slightest- but it did relieve my windpipe from its crushing force- and so he had no pillar of support on that direction and it resulted in me on top of him. Zarell's grating laughter - as unpleasant as it was rare - filled the training grounds. "And so you are, my young prince. And so you are." ___________________ Ember had stopped walking rousing me from my memories. After the most recent domination by Beherit, I had left the battle ground and its accusations behind. I knew this episode would stay with me like the early ones. The weight on my conscience was jarring in the early years but over time one develops callouses. Lief's death was like those first, though - raw, provoking a crisis of self. I accepted the deeper emotions this provoked far faster than early on, however. I was at peace - or whatever broken emptiness robs one of their emotional reserve that I had convinced myself was peace. The storm was now causing short bursts of gale-force winds to buffet Ember and me, but that was not why he stopped. A man stepped out of a nearby group of trees and hailed me. It was not Treig. I walked Ember to within 20 feet and then dismounted. Ember looked on with the pupil-less eyes of his namesake while I approached. I stopped perhaps nearby but said nothing. I was no longer in my armor and Beherit was soul-sheathed for now. "Beherdan, I have a proposition for you." Before I continue, you must understand something first: one does not just casually mention Beherit. The former devil prince was a subordinate to Asmodeus, and challenged him for rule over the Nine Hells. Beherit lost. Few if any have ever seen my sword and lived to tell the tale, never mind knew it was sentient. Of the remote few that have survived or witnessed encounters with the sword and would make the connection, fewer still would know exactly what the sword housed. Either, this man had spent a great deal of time researching or he had insider knowledge from the Asmodi. In either case, my hackles rose. I could feel the chains writhing inside me like a coiled snake ready to not just spring but impale this man. I could feel Beherit's hunger. I said nothing. I searched my memory for a prior encounter with him but found nothing. Like me, he had the pale skin and light coloring suggesting an old Aerdy heritage. The man was practically cavalier in his tone. I'd say he was unafraid but that wouldn't accurately describe the situation. This man wasn't even deferential. Perhaps he did not know who I was, not entirely. But then he called me...he called us Beherdan. Regardless, for all of his research or knowledge, he exercised no caution. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or strike. "I would like you to bring the Gray Fox to me," he said. No clarification was necessary. "Who are you?" I replied. The man did not miss a beat: "My name is Darius Argosson. Please understand, I mean the Gray Fox no harm." I recognized the family name - a minor Duchy of Urnst. But I did not know the connection he might have with Treig. I had only heard of the Gray Fox in passing - a soldier of fortune having developed a certain renown. I had now witnessed his prowess first hand on more than one occasion and to say he was proficient would grossly under represent this man's skill. As I identified in those first moments back in Greyhawk, Trieg, the Gray Fox - whatever one wanted to call him - was an assassin. He was ruthless, efficient, and did not trifle with mental and moral handicaps most self-impose. My hackles did not lower. As with Lief delivering new orders to Treig in Diamond Lake, there was something off. How could anyone have known where to find us let alone this quickly? I didn't know I'd be here until a few hours ago! As if reading my thoughts, Darius continued in a deflective way: "He has entered the Whispering Cairn, a place I cannot go. I can reward you for this service." I was silent. The gathering supernatural storm began to intermittently release large rain droplets each making a loud 'thwack' sound as they hit the ground - or hissing sound as they hit Ember. I regarded this Darius Argosson. "If you are familiar with the Gray Fox, then you must also know that there is no 'forcing' him to do anything. I will pass along your message, but that is all. I need no [I]reward[/I]." Again, without missing a beat, Darius responded: "I accept. Perhaps I can assist you, then...on your trek inside. It's the least I could do, after all." We established what precisely he was offering - a selection of spell effects that might aid me in entering the Cairn undetected, and I accepted. I would know if the spells he was casting were not what he proposed and if that happened...well, if that happened, I would let Beherit drink him. But true to his word, he made me invisible and cast a spell that would obfuscate my tracks. The droplets were coming down more quickly now. I tied Ember to one of the trees using his fireproof reins and crested the next hill watching Darius melt back into the shadows from whence he came. I was not surprised to find a small kobold army amassing preparing an onslought. Shortly before Beherit had taken over earlier, I had heard Treig mention that reinforcements were on their way. While I wasn't concerned with a few handful of kobolds, a few hundred was another story. On top of the small army, there appeared to be several half dragon or dragon kin lieutenants corralling them. I looked beyond to see what was holding them up and spotted several bird men flying in the sky. They must have been the ones to summon the storm. Several lightning bolts lanced through the kobold ranks and my suspicions were confirmed. As much as I savored exploiting these boons of magical stealth, leaving these bird men to fend off the army meant two things: I'd be leaving the outcome of the battle to fate - a vengeful and hateful mistress to me over the centuries - and I'd be trusting that whatever business Egan had in the Cairn was in good faith with the birdmen rather than provocative of their ire. Most importantly, the apparent single exit to the Cairn would be blocked - either by hostile green worm worshipers or these avian elemental defenders. I had to ensure the destruction of the army as well as allegiance with the guardians. I used the magical protections to skirt the kobold force and approach the Cairn along its cliff face. I moved behind the birdmen and then, invisibly, simply walked into their ranks unannounced. I positioned myself in the direct center of their front line. They didn't hear me approach until I was within a few feet because of the noise from the storm. But hearing my armor and noting my invisibility, they thought me some sort of air elemental champion and a cheer went up among their ranks. I did nothing to dissuade them of this delusion. There is simply no way this would have worked without Darius's spells. Perhaps Lady Fate had given me a moment's respite. The magi among the birdmen summoned a large [I]Windwall[/I] that made the army's missiles useless. In addition, the wall closed off our primary front. At the urging of their lieutenant, a few kobolds tried to push through the wall and were unceremoniously launched into the sky amidst pulverizing debris. The impact of their return trip to the ground killed any that survived the flaying. The kobold army was reduced to approaching in near single file ranks from either end of the wall. Never the less, their dragonkin leaders adapted quickly and within moments had directed a few squadrons around the wall. They now numbered only in the dozens, but more waves were on their way. My engagement with the first wave ended the invisibility. While this may have provoked surprise and wariness amidst the birdmen, it provoked terror amidst the kobolds. They didn't expect a devil to tread among them. Moreover, the guardians could not mistake my intent. I slaughtered kobolds by the handful. What few kobolds remained could not get past to me to the guardians' spellcasters. I was the second wall. Whether they liked their deceptive ally or not, my service to their cause was unmistakable. This strategy was potential sustainable, but highly inefficient. I needed to take out their lieutenants. Kobolds are about as far from courageous as is possible. If I could remove the drivers, the army would disintegrate. What I needed was a duel. Make an example of one of the dragon men would frighten the other lieutenants into fleeing. As it turned out, the largest among them standing eye to me in my armor, with wings half again as wide as the creature was tall had the opposite idea. I was the only thing standing in the way of his army. If he could remove me, the kobolds would overwhelm the guardians and as soon as that wind wall went down...the battle was won. Pity, the fool. The black half dragon brought spells, acidic breath, and flight to bare against me. The creature was powerful, no doubt. After its initial ranged onslaught, rather than attempt recovery, I issued an Infernal challenge binding it to me...preventing its escape. It must of thought it had the upper hand as rather than attempt to break the spell, the creature continued the battle. Another wave of spells, and it closed the distance to drive its over-sized lance through my heart. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I unleashed Mephistopholes' chains and Beherit's eyes opened in unison. Each strike against me provoked a hellish rebuke. In horror the creature realized its error. But it was too late. Its only escape was to step into the [I]Windwall[/I] and let its wings carry the creature to safety. But it had already sustained heavy damage from my attacks. Its hide was thicker than the kobolds but it was not enough. The debris knocked it unconscious. Rather than a controlled retreat, the unconscious half dragon was rocketed into the sky, its wings flayed to ribbons only to come crashing back to the ground. I had needed to make an example of this creature. To end the fight to quickly would not emphasize that even after the full weight of everything their most powerful could muster, there was no victory for them. The shattering of bone. The explosion of internal organs. My complete and utter victory was precisely the example that was needed. I retrieved the creatures lance - the symbol of his power. With measured tone, I held aloft and shouted my victory peaking with it being driven through the half dragon's ruined skull. The kobold army fell into chaos. In moments, the second wave of kobolds had tossed their weapons away and fled, a few well placed lightning bolts from the avian magi exploding into the kobold ranks drove home their overwhelming defeat. Like dominoes, the further ranks fell apart, abandoning their lieutenants. The kobold army crumbled. My exit was now secure and no matter what I looked like, there could be no mistaking my service to the guardians. I waited for one of their captains, who spoke common, and explained I needed to enter the Cairn to rejoin my allies. Allies was an exaggeration, of course, but the avian did not need to know this. He explained that two separate groups had gone in - the first was comprised of but a single individual. A man. That would be Egan. The second included three: a human, a half-elf, and an elf. That would be Treig and whomever he had met up with - perhaps allies of Egan? We mutually thanked one another and I was bid entrance. The captain pledged to continue guarding the entrance to the Whispering Cairn. With no organized force to stand against him and his magi, my second goal was now completed: my exit was now not only secure but guarded. Now to find out more about these worms. [/QUOTE]
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