Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
I'll do distant traveler
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The Maid of the Comet: A Tale from Azeroth
- Thread starter King Tharassian
- Start date
- Fantasy
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
On the recovery roll, you don't have to make utter a permanent fail. It could just be that, Jeanne, so heavily focused o one of her dreams (literacy), overstretches herself and the natural healing of her souls slows to a crawl as she spends many days hard at work and many nights sleepless.
Heck, you could even have it be a relationship loss with our teacher when he realizes that we aren't resting. Nat 1 is a crit fail, but it usually isn't a game breaker.
Heck, you could even have it be a relationship loss with our teacher when he realizes that we aren't resting. Nat 1 is a crit fail, but it usually isn't a game breaker.
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King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Yeah, I am considering that, and that was my actual intent.
Hm... What to do...
- Location
- canada
oh well if you just do that and we don't lose function in that arm or gain permanent damage I don't mind. I thought we would be crippled, I'm used to harsh punishments on Nat 1's
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
They'll be bad in really bad situations. I tend towards mercy in my judgments. As with DnD, so are my Quests...
The 1 stays. Now we need the remaining roll(s).
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- Location
- canada
just 1 roll left for gossip or whatnot the d100. IF no one else wants to roll it or rolls it in the next 20 mins I will instead.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
There is only the d100 left
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
That 21 says otherwise.
*Consults notes*
...
Oh my god.
*Headtables*
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
*Plays Card*
... Okay, not quite that bad. But anyone who remembers classic and the various events therein will know exactly what's coming.
Actually, maybe it is that bad.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Sorry, everyone. Work is hell right now. It'll probably be out tomorrow.
Chapter 4.1: Rumor and Recovery
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
The next day, Nilas arrived to begin your lessons. Apparently he was no stranger to teaching bedridden students (or those forced to stay in bed by Priestess Barton) if his stories about the last weeks of Dunhelming's instruction were true. Unfortunately, any experience you had was almost negated by the fact that the alphabet here was quite different from the one you had begun to learn.
Nilas, being the historically-minded sort, gave you impromptu lessons on the past of this land, and the language you were learning to read. Apparently, Common script was a simplified form of an old dialect known as Arathi, which was used by the first unified human nation.
But his insights on other races' languages and alphabets were quite unusual.
"So if all human know some variety of Common, and they're all mostly capable of understanding one another, what do the other races speak?" It stood to reason that each culture would have their own forms of speech. "Should I try to learn any of those once I'm literate?" Nilas simply raised an eyebrow.
"Multilinguality is an admirable thing, and vital for the diplomatically-minded," he gave a wry grin, "but i think focusing on one thing at a time is far more prudent. As for the languages, however…" He ran a few fingers through his beard, looking up at the ceiling. "Dwarven is a popular one in the Alliance's territories, given the close ties between humanity and the dwarvish people. Gnomish is generally seen as a sign of respect for Gnomeregan, but isn't used much by anyone but its native speakers." He was beginning to talk faster now. "The races of the Horde have their own languages, in particular Orcish, Zandali and Taur-ahe, but those are mostly learned by code-breakers and spies. The Forsaken have started using a slang form of Common used widely among slum-dwellers called Gutterspeak, and that's been more difficult than it should be to get around. But the Elven languages? Oh, those are for madmen and gluttons for punishment." He began gesticulating wildly.
"I'm hesitant to ask, but how exactly are those so troublesome?" This was going to be hard to get through, you just knew it. Maybe the question had been a bad idea.
"Oh, don't get me started. Thalassian I can parse through fluently, having lived in Dalaran before the War, and it was absolute hell to learn. The language has only a few thousand more words in its corpus than Common, but the variaton lies far more in how you pronounce everything. Take the demonym Thalassi, for example. When describing people, it's pronounced Tha-las-si. When referring to items, it becomes Tha-las-si. Syllabic emphasis is vital, and precision of vocabulary is an absolute necessity! Darnassian I don't know as well, but it seems much less complex, though it still has its own issues. And then there's that damned court tongue that Quel'Thalas seems to have begun using in everything, Sindassi. It barely resembles traditional elvish with all of those hard syllables and odd letters. Thalassian never used z's and j's." He sighed. "In short, it's a problem for another time. Now, let's get back to… Ah, yes; we were working on your sight word vocabulary."
You found the resolve to press yourself into this effort with everything you had. You had tasted the feeling of truly learning something oh-so-briefly during your campaigns. You had found the chance to better yourself and taken it wholeheartedly, even if it had been cut short by your capture. You weren't going to let it escape you again.
Unfortunately, that determination came at the cost of rest and recovery. You continued studying and practicing lost into the night, candlelight driving back the dark as you made the most of every possible second. About three days after your return from the Shadowlands, Nilas arrived one mid-morning to find you passed out with papers on you lap.
You were quite grateful that he had not only understood, but agreed not to tell Alizabeth. That didn't stop her, however, and a week later, when she realized that you had not recovered more than the merest hint even as you became closer to your goal did she start berating you.
Nilas didn't much care one way or the other, and continued with the lesson.
"Yes, thank you Priestess." Nilas sighed. "Now, where was I?"
"The capitals and punctuation." You glared at the page in your hand. "Why are there so many symbols to mark pauses, again?"
"It's all about context, Jeanne. Now, I believe we were on the semicolon?"
"I still cannot believe that the two of you are so nonchalant about the fact that you're missing a piece of your soul. I would be panicking!" Alizabeth was apparently healing you 'under protest,' whatever that meant. You weren't sure why you couldn't just use your own Light, but she seemed to become even more annoyed whenever you strained yourself. Better to just oblige her.
"Why should I worry? I've had…" You trailed off as you realized what you were saying. Nilas' raised eyebrow was now just as worrying as infuriating. "I've had severe injuries before. It's not like worrying will make it heal faster, as far as I know, anyway." Alizabeth just muttered under her breath.
"I'd think that given the news that just arrived, you would want to heal as quickly as possible."
"News?" Nilas used a soft cloth to clean his spectacles, taking advantage of the pause in the lesson. "Must be something special, if you're worried about it." Alizabeth grimaced.
'Well, some of it's only rumor… But…" She sighed. "I'll start with the more distant, I guess." She wrapped a few strands of her hair around her finger as she sat down. You had come to assume it was a simple habit of hers. "There are stories from some of the adventurers. One band arrived from the Southlands a day ago, and apparently there's some sort of disease spreading in Azeroth and Khaz Modan. As far as I've heard, they say it started in the Swamp of Sorrows."
"Could it be another outbreak of the Plague?" You didn't like the sound of this. If the kingdoms of the South fell, then it was almost a sure thing that the Scourge would succeed. "Or is it just some epidemic that has started spreading thanks to exposure?" Alizabeth shook her head.
"That's the worry. They didn't have much to tell me, but the only answer I can give for that is 'maybe.' As awful as it is to say this, i hope it's just a disease."
"The Swamp, you said?" Nilas was looking at Alizabeth intently. When she nodded, he stood up and began to pace. "I visited the area before the War, and I don't recall there being many creatures capable of spreading fatal communicable diseases at the time. Of course, we didn't go very far East thanks to the Green Dragonflight…"
"Dragons? Why would they be stopping you?" Alizabeth obviously knew something of this 'Dragonflight' that you didn't.
"I don't understand. What exactly is a Dragonflight? A brood?" They stared for a moment before Nilas slapped his forehead.
"Ah, right." His voice shifted back to that of the instructor. "The Dragonflights are organizations made up of dragons fitting the Flight's color. Blue dragons belong to the Blue Dragonflight, Reds to the Red Flight, and so on. Greens typically deal in supernatural matters, as far as any of my colleagues could tell." His brow furrowed. "They were quite... insistent that we not go further East than we did. I barely saw anything except what i assumed was a ruined troll pyramid." He sat again, fingers tapping against the chair's arm. "I suppose that there might have been something in that region that could produce a disease." Shrugging, he looked back to Alizabeth. "But I believe you had another bit of news?" Alizabeth seemed to sit up a bit straighter, and nodded.
"Oh, do I. Apparently, the High General is coming to the Western Theater to make sure everything's… I think the phrase is 'ship-shape?'" She deflated slightly. "She'll be meeting with all the commanders of the Western Crusade, even in the Northern Kingdom. Should be in the area about a week from now."
"General Abbendis? Inspecting?" Nilas snorted. "I somehow doubt it's that simple. She has enough faith in her subordinates to believe that things are in order. No…" He frowned. "She's coming West for another reason."
There was silence for a while among the three of you, and you were left wondering why the General - who you'd heard was based in a major city near the Eastern coast - would find it necessary to cross the whole of the Plaguelands.
"Well," Nilas clapped his hands together, "it's not our main concern right now. Let's finish today's lesson, shall we?"
"I expect you to take care of yourself from now on, Jeanne." Alizabeth stood up, and looked down at you intently for a moment before leaving.
After Nilas left, you came to a decision.
Pick One of Each:
Priority:
[] Learning
[] Recovery
[] Balance
Activity:
[] Practice Reading (Subject)
[] Ask around (Specify subject)
[] Write-in
Trait Lost: Illiterate
Trait Gained: Novice Literacy
Nilas, being the historically-minded sort, gave you impromptu lessons on the past of this land, and the language you were learning to read. Apparently, Common script was a simplified form of an old dialect known as Arathi, which was used by the first unified human nation.
But his insights on other races' languages and alphabets were quite unusual.
"So if all human know some variety of Common, and they're all mostly capable of understanding one another, what do the other races speak?" It stood to reason that each culture would have their own forms of speech. "Should I try to learn any of those once I'm literate?" Nilas simply raised an eyebrow.
"Multilinguality is an admirable thing, and vital for the diplomatically-minded," he gave a wry grin, "but i think focusing on one thing at a time is far more prudent. As for the languages, however…" He ran a few fingers through his beard, looking up at the ceiling. "Dwarven is a popular one in the Alliance's territories, given the close ties between humanity and the dwarvish people. Gnomish is generally seen as a sign of respect for Gnomeregan, but isn't used much by anyone but its native speakers." He was beginning to talk faster now. "The races of the Horde have their own languages, in particular Orcish, Zandali and Taur-ahe, but those are mostly learned by code-breakers and spies. The Forsaken have started using a slang form of Common used widely among slum-dwellers called Gutterspeak, and that's been more difficult than it should be to get around. But the Elven languages? Oh, those are for madmen and gluttons for punishment." He began gesticulating wildly.
"I'm hesitant to ask, but how exactly are those so troublesome?" This was going to be hard to get through, you just knew it. Maybe the question had been a bad idea.
"Oh, don't get me started. Thalassian I can parse through fluently, having lived in Dalaran before the War, and it was absolute hell to learn. The language has only a few thousand more words in its corpus than Common, but the variaton lies far more in how you pronounce everything. Take the demonym Thalassi, for example. When describing people, it's pronounced Tha-las-si. When referring to items, it becomes Tha-las-si. Syllabic emphasis is vital, and precision of vocabulary is an absolute necessity! Darnassian I don't know as well, but it seems much less complex, though it still has its own issues. And then there's that damned court tongue that Quel'Thalas seems to have begun using in everything, Sindassi. It barely resembles traditional elvish with all of those hard syllables and odd letters. Thalassian never used z's and j's." He sighed. "In short, it's a problem for another time. Now, let's get back to… Ah, yes; we were working on your sight word vocabulary."
You found the resolve to press yourself into this effort with everything you had. You had tasted the feeling of truly learning something oh-so-briefly during your campaigns. You had found the chance to better yourself and taken it wholeheartedly, even if it had been cut short by your capture. You weren't going to let it escape you again.
Unfortunately, that determination came at the cost of rest and recovery. You continued studying and practicing lost into the night, candlelight driving back the dark as you made the most of every possible second. About three days after your return from the Shadowlands, Nilas arrived one mid-morning to find you passed out with papers on you lap.
You were quite grateful that he had not only understood, but agreed not to tell Alizabeth. That didn't stop her, however, and a week later, when she realized that you had not recovered more than the merest hint even as you became closer to your goal did she start berating you.
Nilas didn't much care one way or the other, and continued with the lesson.
"Yes, thank you Priestess." Nilas sighed. "Now, where was I?"
"The capitals and punctuation." You glared at the page in your hand. "Why are there so many symbols to mark pauses, again?"
"It's all about context, Jeanne. Now, I believe we were on the semicolon?"
"I still cannot believe that the two of you are so nonchalant about the fact that you're missing a piece of your soul. I would be panicking!" Alizabeth was apparently healing you 'under protest,' whatever that meant. You weren't sure why you couldn't just use your own Light, but she seemed to become even more annoyed whenever you strained yourself. Better to just oblige her.
"Why should I worry? I've had…" You trailed off as you realized what you were saying. Nilas' raised eyebrow was now just as worrying as infuriating. "I've had severe injuries before. It's not like worrying will make it heal faster, as far as I know, anyway." Alizabeth just muttered under her breath.
"I'd think that given the news that just arrived, you would want to heal as quickly as possible."
"News?" Nilas used a soft cloth to clean his spectacles, taking advantage of the pause in the lesson. "Must be something special, if you're worried about it." Alizabeth grimaced.
'Well, some of it's only rumor… But…" She sighed. "I'll start with the more distant, I guess." She wrapped a few strands of her hair around her finger as she sat down. You had come to assume it was a simple habit of hers. "There are stories from some of the adventurers. One band arrived from the Southlands a day ago, and apparently there's some sort of disease spreading in Azeroth and Khaz Modan. As far as I've heard, they say it started in the Swamp of Sorrows."
"Could it be another outbreak of the Plague?" You didn't like the sound of this. If the kingdoms of the South fell, then it was almost a sure thing that the Scourge would succeed. "Or is it just some epidemic that has started spreading thanks to exposure?" Alizabeth shook her head.
"That's the worry. They didn't have much to tell me, but the only answer I can give for that is 'maybe.' As awful as it is to say this, i hope it's just a disease."
"The Swamp, you said?" Nilas was looking at Alizabeth intently. When she nodded, he stood up and began to pace. "I visited the area before the War, and I don't recall there being many creatures capable of spreading fatal communicable diseases at the time. Of course, we didn't go very far East thanks to the Green Dragonflight…"
"Dragons? Why would they be stopping you?" Alizabeth obviously knew something of this 'Dragonflight' that you didn't.
"I don't understand. What exactly is a Dragonflight? A brood?" They stared for a moment before Nilas slapped his forehead.
"Ah, right." His voice shifted back to that of the instructor. "The Dragonflights are organizations made up of dragons fitting the Flight's color. Blue dragons belong to the Blue Dragonflight, Reds to the Red Flight, and so on. Greens typically deal in supernatural matters, as far as any of my colleagues could tell." His brow furrowed. "They were quite... insistent that we not go further East than we did. I barely saw anything except what i assumed was a ruined troll pyramid." He sat again, fingers tapping against the chair's arm. "I suppose that there might have been something in that region that could produce a disease." Shrugging, he looked back to Alizabeth. "But I believe you had another bit of news?" Alizabeth seemed to sit up a bit straighter, and nodded.
"Oh, do I. Apparently, the High General is coming to the Western Theater to make sure everything's… I think the phrase is 'ship-shape?'" She deflated slightly. "She'll be meeting with all the commanders of the Western Crusade, even in the Northern Kingdom. Should be in the area about a week from now."
"General Abbendis? Inspecting?" Nilas snorted. "I somehow doubt it's that simple. She has enough faith in her subordinates to believe that things are in order. No…" He frowned. "She's coming West for another reason."
There was silence for a while among the three of you, and you were left wondering why the General - who you'd heard was based in a major city near the Eastern coast - would find it necessary to cross the whole of the Plaguelands.
"Well," Nilas clapped his hands together, "it's not our main concern right now. Let's finish today's lesson, shall we?"
"I expect you to take care of yourself from now on, Jeanne." Alizabeth stood up, and looked down at you intently for a moment before leaving.
After Nilas left, you came to a decision.
Pick One of Each:
Priority:
[] Learning
[] Recovery
[] Balance
Activity:
[] Practice Reading (Subject)
[] Ask around (Specify subject)
[] Write-in
Trait Lost: Illiterate
Trait Gained: Novice Literacy
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Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Hey! Nice! Now if only we'd picked that letter, maybe Jeanne'd find our she is a noble now.
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Recovery
[X] Practice Reading (The Light)
Im very much looking forward to Abbendis coming around to check on Jeanne and how that whole mess plays out, but for that she should definitely be recovered beyond the need for constant rest.
Also the people around her should by now be convinced that Jeanne is from some kind of absolute backwater that had no contact with the outside world for decades what with her having no idea about anything. Its literally a miracle that she can even understand them.
[X] Practice Reading (The Light)
Im very much looking forward to Abbendis coming around to check on Jeanne and how that whole mess plays out, but for that she should definitely be recovered beyond the need for constant rest.
Also the people around her should by now be convinced that Jeanne is from some kind of absolute backwater that had no contact with the outside world for decades what with her having no idea about anything. Its literally a miracle that she can even understand them.