Revolving Moors [Memory - Nauta]

The Misty Miasma is known best as a dark bedtime story, but others know all too well that the stories of this mystifying, deadly place are undoubtedly true. Adventurers keep wary eyes upon the horizon, wondering if and when they'll run into the stanch waters of the misty miasma. No one knows when they'll come across it. All they can do is hope they are prepared and pray they never find themselves within this place...

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Thu Oct 20, 2016 4:54 am

Fendrossa eagerly scribbled on the parchment and handed it to the armored stranger. It would become evident to anyone versed in Vauni that this version of it was archaic; probably hundreds of arcs old. What Nauta wanted to make of that detail was entirely his own affair. But the two decaying hosts did not act as if their language was outdated in any way.

Fendrossa's note did not apologize for any anticipated difficulty due to any lapse of time. If Nauta had spent any time in any halls of learning in Sirothelle, he might have been able to note similarities to ancient Faldrunic texts from arcs around the founding of the city itself. Even the obvious haste with which the cadaverous gentleman was trying to convey his need, there was still peculiar approaches to his phraseology.

"Gone from our birth flesh have we been fled. Not of our will freely chosen. Torn and traded, the bite of insect, so innocently visaged, the cause. Aware and awake must ye be to this peril. All effort of care and caution be foremost to your foci of the many waiting in lie. Another soul be fitted to your flesh, your own bidden to abide in foreign incarnation, with bite so meek.

Upon mine hamlet was it so done. False friend taking his spoils while pursuing proved vain from swarm enclosing us. Finding ourselves cased in dying pause did soul then know the horror. Only he of hair wearing brown, adorned of stolen finery, hale and vigorous of one looking down upon six feet had free legs to goodly make his passage. Necrotic wield of domain responds all easily of malice at his whim. Had we of only the count of five bits ere his force imposed be, then a tale of justice this would sing.

Late by all meaning account is our stand, but not so for you. This ward be taken well as stigma 'gainst his scrying, aye his cast. Entrapped are we in village rendered void of life as we. Life held be happily yours, yet full escape, of mist and marks, denial is affronted ye while balance of life be off from death. Restoration be wagered at up odds through effort by one full of self, which lives in you. Ward reveals, protects in function being same. Symbols edging ward alight with threat, this being of a nature duel in proximity and injury, the latter hindered be.

In face of enemy, find your standing. Masked is all certainty his high or low of domain wielding be. Yet vision of returned bliss be one scene yet beyond filled fullness. It so will be through you, promise made from voice of mist. Promise warning also of failure proportioned as eternity. Only his blade, his heart stricken through, fills full this promise. Then journey of foot set forth in north may advance once more. Failure makes you a home, permanent the mist within.

Knowledge of purposed choice being you is not within my bounds, only certainty of promise, and threat. Making of mine this requiring does not spring from my heart. My sorrow is great to impact upon life not bound by promise, yet joy of success may inspire the endurance of will to freedom regain. Luck be my hope of your path."


In addition to this note, Fendrossa handed his guest a small, round disk. Appearing to be made of solid water, yet not cold or cloudy like ice. Nor did it melt with the warmth of his aukari hand. It was perhaps two inches across, and a tenth of that in thickness; already indented to accommodate the fingers and contours of his hand. There were no symbols to be seen, yet Fendrossa and his companion nodded confidently and pointed to what appeared to be the west, judging by the position of the unmoving sun in the sky.
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Wed Oct 26, 2016 3:39 pm

The oddity which was in his hands was going to be quite tough. At first glance, Nauta thought it was some sort of a joke at his expense. No one today would use something like it, not because it was outdated but because it was cumbersome. A waste of time and effort. Unless of course they were trying to measure themselves up to some sort of perceived superior position or are trying to kiss up to Sirothelle's patron immortal. If he actually cared for such attempts. The Aukari considered if this was some attempt by the decaying pair to make him erupt through the stress he would have to go through to decipher it.

However the scowl he had on his face slowly became a look of confusion as he watched the two. It was obvious, with that stupid yet still creepy look they had on their face that they were actually quite content to have him read from the parchment. Not that Nauta was a great judge on the expressions of rotting faces. He held out the parchment, hoping the look of confusion he made no attempts to hide would be enough for them to know his concerns. A hope which diminished the moment the pair rushed him into continuing his deciphering of the parchment.

It probably took the Aukari 15 bits. Too much time for something which could have been easily communicated in his opinion, despite the medium they were forced to use. Even then he had to take up extra time to make sure what he had read actually was plausible. Soul stealing insects? A swarm of them even? Some sort of uppity merchant of death only needing five bits to control them? Those alone were already too fantastic for Nauta to believe. And then there was more that he had to digest. How found himself in this strange business was anyone's guess.

Not even interested in replicating the decrepit form of language, the Aukari simply wrote what he thought he had read. To confirm if he had gotten its interpretation correct. Perhaps it would help the men figure out there was something off with their own understanding of the language, or just assume that Nauta was too lazy to concern himself with their problems. Either way it should not take as long to read or write out what Nauta had in reply.

"Body snatching insects? Controlled by a well dressed backstabber? Brown haired and in good health? If you can, explain to me a little more of this necrotic control you are talking about. I'm a little lost. And you mentioned he can see everything? Unless protected from it? What protection are you talking about? And are you trying to say that you need me to return to not rotting bodies? That I have to duel with this backstabber of yours? And run him through his heart with his own blade? And I was heading north? And what threat are you talking about? And what is this disk for? Did I get everything right?"

Even as he was writing this Nauta believed that this was all nonsense. There was just too many things going on. Too many things to confirm. Although in his opinion this all remained necessary, if he was going to get out of it. He had no intention of playing at any duel for these people, or being trapped in this strange place as an addition to their number. However he was not going to tell these people that. Leading them on, allowing them to believe that he would help would go a long way into getting their assistance. All of which was for the sake of his own interests. To survive.

Having that thought he concluded there was more he was going to have to ask, before he could even reach a decision of what he was going to do. Starting with the one thing which has been bugging him ever since he entered the forest.

"Do you know anything about that bridge I saw earlier? The one which followed me wherever I went? And where am I? Who are you people? I've never heard of a village in the middle of a forest before.

And what else can you tell me about these insects, and this backstabber? Where are they normally found? What else can they do? How, can I identify these insects? What is this voice of mist? And what is this promise you are talking about?"


Full of questions, Nauta was. But his method of questioning was probably a lot more simpler than any answers he expected to get out of these people. Although he remained hopeful. Handing over the parchment with a forced smile.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 2:48 am

The two hosts took the parchment, perusing it with stymied curiosity for a few moments. Their eyes narrowed briefly on some words, then they would point to one of the other language samples and seem to come to to an unspoken accord. This happened several times before they began to draft their response. Even as they scribbled across a new parchment, they still referenced back to Nauta's many times. Eventually they handed the new parchment over to him.

"Odd is build of your speech. As Vauni, but changed of manner like to Basa. Trying to fit this pattern, we will do. Midges' bite takes from you some thing or all thing of you, skill or learning of a type. But also can be of entire self identity. Done to us this is what was. Necrosa power is being his enabler of act of power this large, as it is a body of death we are switched into. This is what we reason for what is not being explainable. Beyond this doing, his domain command is not a thing known. But ward will protect to somewhat degree. Same as for his seeing, had we sooner ward activated, we would known, and been at steps for taking. You hold this ward now, soft crystal disk. Symbols light on edge, each of five, taking in turns while you keep in hand. Five powers it soaks, to full power. With his life not in command, taken through the heart from him with blade of same symbols, full power frees you out of the mist. But full lit all symbols it must be. And it protects not from midges' bite.

Think no more of bridge. Its place is no longer a thing of import. All mist villages one bridge guides past. But stepping into side range brings a village where bridge is no longer. Lost to you it now sorrowfully is. Must only using ward power to return. Voice of mist comes only when many sets of arcs of life you have in mist world. We ask of you for your strength, and your speed, for killing our enemy. Then all is returned; village to life, you to mistlessness. I am not abling to speak of what you have not heard, but voice speaks certainty of your leaving us, so it must be by success of mission. I am seeing no other way."


Fendrossa then handed the stranger a second parchment, with a map showing a mere "x" for the village, and a trail into what must be a forest, marked "shifting trees". Within this zone was an odd sketch of a misty body with one hand in a fist, and the other open. It said only "Molo, be generous as you can to pass." Beyond that was a set of generic looking hills, but there was a specifically detailed cliff face, with a cave perhaps a third of the way up. "Cullen Drosa" was the only word written there.

Fendrossa now stood with a look that was perhaps intended to be hopeful. But somehow, the cadaverous nature of his flesh made it seem somehow hungry instead.
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Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:46 am

It was creepy the way Fendrossa looked at him. It made the Aukari feel unsafe, on top of his helplessness. The helplessness which buried itself even more deeper within him as he read the parchments he was given.

He expected from his earlier questions, everything he needed to know would be answered but he was wrong. Nauta was only left with a lot more questions after he had read the new parchment beginning with "what in Faldrun's name is Basa?" which he had quickly written. As he assumed the first parchment listed all written forms the duo knew right until he found his Vauni, he held out his hand to get it and pointed back and forth between the Basa he had written and the old parchment, in hopes the duo would be able to confirm his suspicions but what could the confirmation do for him? Other than to make him question his own life and his people's history.

He was taught from his young age the Aukari were superior to all other races, but here he had just learned their language was a mongrel. A heretical mix with another. Could he be proud of this fact? Of any other fact he had taken to be the truth of his heritage? This revelation would not help Nauta with getting out of this forest, or this village. Instead it would continue to be that nagging doubt at the back of his head for a long time. Hopefully it would not hinder him too much in his efforts to leave this misty forest and its misty villages, until he would need to come to terms with it.

"You mean there are more villages? Other than this?" was the next question he had, accompanied with a groan when he realized what it meant. Of all the things he had to do in his caution, he had to end up at the wrong one if its current state was any indication. Would he cross the next bridge he sees after this revelation? Maybe, maybe not. Most certainly if he ever found one in a misty environment, especially if he found himself in yet another misty forest, but Nauta's own thoughts hinted at him never allowing himself again go through any mists.

But there was one more alarming idea which he did not miss from the duo's explanations. One which made his hand shake as he wrote to further question it in the parchment. "What do you mean, mist world?" He may have wanted to leave Sirothelle, but the implications that he may have left Idalos altogether had his head spinning. However it could be the only explanation of why he was now stuck with the cadaverous residents of one wrong mist village, the identity snatching midges, and one terrifying individual he assumed was Cullen Drosa, and whoever that Molo person protecting him was.

When he finally came to terms with his predicament, he decided to further question the duo about his task. If they were to be believed, he had no choice and the only way out was to do as they have requested. Although they never fit into any poisons to get Nauta's interest, the idea of the midges was easy and he could probably make some insect repellent if circumstances allowed him. The idea that they could take things however, was beyond the Aukari's contemplation. "And you say they are being controlled by this Cullen Drosa's Necrosa power? What is Necrosa? Am I in danger from these midges? Or Necrosa?" he wrote, his emphasis placed on danger.

The ward-disk thing may work, but the Aukari had difficulty in placing his faith on something which he was just given. The appearance of those which needed his help, did not help supply any confidence of it working or it would have already protected them, despite their explanations of why it did not. As for the explanations of how it would? He in hopes of getting some instruction, "so it soaks up this Necrosa power but not the midges' bite, until the symbols all light up?" He sighed in disappointment as he found the midges would still be a problem and added "Does the disk become the blade? Or do I have to find a blade to attach it to? Or does it fills up it becomes useless because it sends the power straight to whatever blade you are describing?"

Never before had Nauta thought that another not being able to talk to him would be so... inconvenient... although there are some benefits, like him being able to read the parchments over and over until he was sure of what he was told. Thank the Immortals for written scripts, although if he did find one there was no way he would actually express the sentiment.

But to even consider finding an Immortal, Nauta would have to first get out of the forest which meant doing the task. He had a rough idea of what he needed to do, but there were still some things he wanted clarification to even plan to set out. He pointed at the 'shifting trees' in the map and then at Molo in hopes the duo had more to add. For the latter Nauta even added another "who?" to the parchment as he believed Cullen Drosa was the only person he had to deal with.
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Mon Nov 21, 2016 4:37 am

Fendrossa began to look distressed as he hurriedly scrawled more on another parchment. He consulted with his partner, who seemed also to be growing increasingly agitated. Just about they time they finished agreeing on what they'd written, it seemed as if the ground rose up with such suddenness that everyone was sprawled flat on the ground. Nauta would surely note a strange sense that he'd not fallen back to the same level of ground as that upon which he'd been standing. He would even more surely note that there was no longer any wetness at all.

Rising, he would no longer see a village or corpse-like inhabitants. There was instead the original field, with the bridge sitting upon the grass. But now it would not respond to his movements. There was now only an opening in the wall of trees, consistent with the path indicated on the map

...The Map!

Looking around quickly, Nauta would find that both the map, and the parchment most recently handled by Fendrossa and his partner were the only things indicating that this encounter had ever truly transpired. Fortunately, whatever had "reset" the surroundings had not affected the writing on the parchment.

"Time short. Basa not being important. Is just other language of north places. Like structure to Vauni you speaking. Can not explaining how is this village different. Is magic made, whole misty is magic made. Old, very old, have been here long time, not being always same kind of village, but always us. We are not understanding. Can not know to explaining. But is a many-times-happening thing. You putting Cullen Drosa blade in Cullen Drosa chest is stop his doings.

"Disk ward is lighting on power going into it. Is part of power that fills also blade, is connected in power but is not same tool. Five times it is taking power. Then can be single used. So not to be used until full. Still not until knowing it can be full up again. We will be knowing when your doing this is done. Maybe it is that you will return instant. Am not knowing some details.

"If you reach Molo, do not fight. Can not win, nor cat the same. Just give shiny things it wants. Midges not Cullen Drosa controlled. In his Necrosa power, they do not want him for biting. But still may want you for biting. I am understanding you not thinking this to be good for you. True it is, but other choice is staying here for time as long. Long as we have stayed. No time now. Time is turned over."


That was all that it said.
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Mon Dec 05, 2016 5:38 am

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NAUTA F'MOS GEEY:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +5
  • Structure: +5

Knowledges:

  • Acrobatics: Working Your Way Around Submerged Obstacles
  • Colony Quest: Kill Cullen Drosa With His Own Blade
  • Colony Quest: Must Be Completed to Leave the Misty Miasma
  • Cullen Drosa: Uses "Necrosa" Power
  • Detection: 'The Colony's' Quest is Real
  • Discipline: Staying Calm in the Face of the Unknown
  • Discipline: Trying to Detect Illusions
  • Fendrossa: Warns of Villain, Cullen Drossa
  • Fendrossa: Writing is in Archaic Vauni
  • Field Craft: Ignis Beans to Supplement Rations
  • Field Craft: Many Plants are Toxic
  • Intelligence: A Map to Your Enemy
  • Intelligence: Knowing When to Desert
  • Intelligence: Language Suggests 'The Colony' is Very Old
  • Linguistics: Archaic Versions of Languages are Often Different From Modern
  • Linguistics: Punctuation Differences or Similarities Can be Key Elements
  • Linguistics: The Impact of Seeing a Language Written Before Hearing it Spoken
  • Misty Miasma: An Animal's Instincts Aren't Reliable Either
  • Misty Miasma: A Bridge That Spins to Face You
  • Misty Miasma: Bog Molo: An Unknown Hazard
  • Misty Miasma: Every Appearance has a Single Colony
  • Misty Miasma: Its Arrival Engulfs You With Thick Fog
  • Misty Miasma: Midge Insects' Bite Drains Minds of Knowledge
  • Misty Miasma: Moving Trees Decide Your Path
  • Misty Miasma: NPC Villain: Cullen Drosa
  • Misty Miasma: Sleepy Effects on the Mind
  • Misty Miasma: Every Colony is Different
  • Misty Miasma: The Illusions Act Appropriately
  • Misty Miasma: The Sense of Being Watched
  • Misty Miasma: Undead Lungs Don't Work
  • Mount: Scython: Heed its Warnings in the Wild
  • Mount: Scython: Resting Bareback While Moving
  • Mount: Scython: Training is Not the Same as Loyalty
  • NPC: Fendrossa: Zombie Colony Spokesman
  • Navigation: Only a Misty Miasma Map Will Work Inside
  • Navigation: The Misty Miasma Defies All Idalos Maps
  • Necrosa Ward: All Five Charges Must Be Filled To Use
  • Necrosa Ward: Has Five Charges
  • Necrosa Ward: Last Charge Fills When Cullen Drosa Dies
  • Necrosa Ward: Only Works in the Misty Miasma
  • Necrosa Ward: Symbols Light With Each Filled Charge
  • Necrosa Ward: Used to Open Portal Out of Misty Miasma
  • Psychology: Interacting With Polite, Zombie-Like Villagers
  • Psychology: What are Illusions and What are Not?
  • The Colony: Looks Like a Flooded Cemetery
  • The Colony: This One is Full of Polite Zombies

Loot:

'Necrosa Ward'
Language List
All The Written Communiques


Loss:

Out of touch with the real world


Injuries:

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Comments:

I know this is only part 1.
I know half of this knowledge is strictly location and NPC related.
But there was still a good deal of useful stuff.
PM me with any comments or concerns :)
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