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Kingdom of Darkness

World of Light

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a part of Kingdom of Darkness, by Catsmeat.

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Catsmeat holds sovereignty over World of Light, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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World of Light is a part of Kingdom of Darkness.

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Gwenonwyn Moonshine [10] Elfen youth on a mission
Isa Rune [9] "I'll gut you like a fish!"
Edin Vanoke [7] "We can do this."
Adalwolf [2] Gygr warrior

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MISSION ONE: REFUGE FROM THE STORM


Along the Westwegh, a highway between kingdoms, rests the small village of Sorrell. Unless you are one of the few hundred men and women who call this village home you likely have no business in Sorrell beyond passing through, and might not even have stopped for the night were it not for the thunderstorm that began to rage earlier today. You have sought the refuge of the village's inn, a squat two-story building of stone and oak built to withstand the centuries and the elements. Your rooms are upstairs but tonight your beds call to you naught - these are no times for sleep. It has been six months since the death of the Father of Greatness, and the Kingdom of Darkness has spread across Verold to conquer city after city, enslaving all people. To the east of Sorrell the great kingdom of Armandy has recently fallen - perhaps you are one of the lucky few to have fled its capital city during its corruption. There have been seen imps and other lesser minions of darkness throughout the village and surrounding countryside, but luckily Sorrell is of too little importance to warrant a full invasion, although the fact that this could change at any time has kept these villagers utterly cowed.

Objective: Introduce your characters, gather information and survive the night.

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Gwenonwyn Bheara


Along with her naturally heightened perception and awareness as an elfe, Gwenonwyn Bheara had spent her entire life learning to better understand peoples' motives and reasoning as she trained to become a diplomat, which meant that when she was eager for information - as she was tonight - it was often a simple matter of observing others in conversation and in action. Still, she was exhausted from her flight west after the fall of Armandy, and she was probably not on her best form. In fact, all she really wanted was sleep - hopefully deep and dreamless - but despite her mental and physical fatigue the elfen woman forced herself to remain at her seat, alone at her small table, and listen to the conversations happening all around her in this small village tavern, hoping for anything that might be useful. For the last six months, since the Dark King's sudden and frightful ascension after slaying the Father of Greatness, all Gwen had been able to do was run, run ahead of the spreading Kingdom of Darkness as its horde took over Verold. Tired of running, Gwen sought desperately for any information that might be of use, however small.

On the small table sat her simple bow, unstrung to protect the string during the raging thunderstorm outside, as well as her short sword in its mismatched, too-loose leather scabbard. Despite not being proficient in the use of either (the casting of elemental spells being her only real combat skill), it comforted the young elfe to know that she had been able to acquire some protection as she and many others fled across the landscape. Too bad that the short sword had fallen into her possession only at the death of a human named Vance, a young soldier who'd helped her and others escape the fall of Armandy at the cost of his own life. She ran a slim finger along the well-worn leather handle and heavy iron pommel, glad of the memory of the brave man despite the heavy sadness that came with that remembrance.

"Another, miss?" came a voice that distracted Gwen from her thoughts. "Oh, please. Thank you," she replied to the server collecting her empty mug, as she reached into her small travel bag for her dwindling coin purse. She gave the man another few coins, as despite earning a meal with her rented room, drinks were extra. When the man returned a moment later with another wooden mug of currant ale, Gwen let the ruby red brew sit untouched on the table as the lacy pink head slowly diminished. Her thoughts turned again to dark matters as she watched the delicate foam slowly but surely give way to the blood red ale beneath it until it was all but gone. Sighing, the elfe tried to banish the dark thoughts that accompanied the image by closing her eyes as she sipped from the mug.

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Isa Rune
Isa walked along the road. "Dammit..." She muttered. It was pouring, just as it has been for several minutes now. She saw the lights of some village up ahead, but it was taking longer then expected to get there. "They couldn't have built it more over here, could they?

Isa burst into the tavern, soaking wet. Pissed, she glanced around the room, seeing it full. "Dammit... Course it is." She muttered to herself. She glared at the innkeeper, who pointed at an elfe sitting by herself. Isa grunted in annoyance, but at least it was another girl. Isa approached her. "Hey, do you mind?" Isa said to her, clearly evident that she really didn't want to so much as had to.

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Gwenonwyn Bheara


The elfe looked up from her silent reverie at the diminutive human girl's approach. "Oh. No, please," she replied as she sat up straighter in her chair and gestured to the seat across from her. Gwen wasn't outgoing by nature but times like these seemed to make one alternately eager for company and desperate for solitude. Right now she was the former - anything to help banish the dark thoughts welling up in her after the fall of Armandy and her flight therefrom. As the young woman took the seat, Gwen pulled her unstrung bow and sheathed sword to the ground beside her, and pulled her own drink a little closer to herself instead of taking up the entirety of the small table like a flag placed on newfound land.

"I am Gwenonwyn Bheara," she said, raising the wooden mug in a sort of greeting. If the human was familiar with elfe culture she might have heard of the family name - it was a sizeable offshoot of the Bheara'duranan bloodline, a legacy as ancient as any in Verold. The full 'duranan name didn't have a succinct translation into the common tongue, but Bheara essentially meant Moonshine, a name she sometimes went by. "You may call me Gwen if you wish."

After that the elfe let the woman alone for a few minutes, in case she wanted to order food or drink, or maybe just solitude while she dried off from her travels. After a few moments, though, the elfe felt ready to speak. "Where do you travel from?" she asked, hoping it did not seem too inquisitive. Sorrel really only had one high road - the Westwegh - traveling through it, but with its many offshoots it was possible the woman came from virtually any direction. Most of the inn was stuffed with refugees from the recently fallen Armandy to the east, like Gwen herself, but the elfe hoped that this girl was from anywhere else, so that they could trade information. "I come from Armandy. I hope you don't plan on traveling east."

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Edin Vanoke

The town looked miserable, the sky was grey, Edin's mood was unusually low-which actually wasn't saying very much.
He had been walking for quite the while now, the entire time with the thoughts of stealing someone's horse just to make the trip quicker, but the boy really hadn't the slightest clue where exactly he was trying to go.
"Anywhere!" His father had shouted, shoving his son out the door, "Anywhere away from here! Just go!" The words from Evan may have been a warning, or they may have been the final attempt to get the boy out of his house. His parents couldn't hide him forever.
He was an enemy, after all. Just like Diesna, his grandmother who had been killed. But what had Edin done that deserved him death? Nothing in recent years, for he had long since given up on his childish thoughts and actions. Yet when it was found that Edin just so happened to be the younger boy who had protested with the traitor Diesna, well... he too was wanted dead.

Now he was walking in the rain, his tired blue eyes not even registering what was in front of him. He knew that he hadn't been away from home for too long, but the entire journey had been on foot and sleep had been the least of his worries until now, and even then the concern was faint. He was tried, yes, but he knew that a peaceful dream wouldn't come to him. Still, a rest for his aching feet would do him some good.

"An inn..." Edin said to himself, glancing over at the faded sign on the building to his right. His stomach made a growling sound and the soles of his feet seemed to hurt even more, as if in a reminder that he needed food and rest. "One night," The boy decided, sluggishly walking towards the door, "One night and then I'll-" Edin was about to say 'and then I'll leave' but the sudden rise of sound in the formerly faint voices when he opened the door caused his sentence to drop dead.

He walked to the front desk, carefully stepping around people as he went, and asked the innkeeper if there were any rooms available. The keeper nodded, told him to wait a few minutes for him to get the room ready, and suggested sitting at one of the few tables that wasn't already full.
With a quiet thanks, Edin scanned the room for somewhere to sit. There were three places in total, but two of the three occupants of the tables didn't look quite as friendly as the third, which had two women sitting at it. He walked over to the women, pulled out a chair, and slumped down without asking if they minded his sudden appearance. He would only be seated with them for a few minutes, anyway. Once the innkeeper came back and he payed-

Oh. That's right, he had to pay. Edin glanced at the two women, a fiery-red haired girl and an elfe, and gave them his best attempt at a smile,
"Either of you happen to have money that will pay for my room, do you?" The sentence wasn't exactly charming, Edin was aware, but he hoped that luck and kindness was on his side.

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Isa Rune
Isa sat down grumpily. "Whatever." She ordered herself some ale. Brott, one of her tutor's, kept insisting before that she should wait until she was older before drinking alcohol, but that was long ago, and she needed some fire in her belly. "I'm Isa Rune." If Isa had known what was so special about the person she was sitting with, she paid it no mind."I came from the north, way up there. The place I'm from is really isolated, so I didn't even know about this whole 'Kingdom Of Darkness' bull until my father's castle got attacked. Glances around and smiles. "I've been moving down the line the Kingdom Of Darkness has been making for a while now, I'm smart enough to stay out of their turf. I've been looking for some permanent work, you wouldn't happen to-" Isa was then suddenly interrupted by a man asking for money. She rounded on him, anger in her eyes. "You think that in this day and age, someone is going to pay for your rent? Bug off." She sat down, trying to calm down and taking a drink of ale.

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Gwenonwyn Bheara


The elfe ambassador-in-training watched as Isa Rune dismissed the plaintive human male with a brusque remark, and Gwen felt an odd sense of shock. Of course she knew that she was wealthier than most - or rather, her family was - and that not everyone could afford to help out someone in need even if they were willing to, but, still... with the Father of Greatness having been killed, with His angels being chased out of the heavenly gardens to be hunted down on Verold... with the Kingdom of Darkness taking over the entire World of Light... surely everyone should try to band together as much as possible? The elfe was smart enough to know that this was a naive thought, but it burned within her nonetheless.

"I, I think I have some money," she admitted as she began to look through her travel bag. "This is Isa Rune, a traveler from up north," she introduced. "My name is Gwenonwyn Bheara," she added as she continued to hunt for the increasingly unlikely money. "You may call me Gwen if you wish. Oh, damn-" she muttered as she found the last remnants of her coin would not be enough to pay for the young man's room. Surely she could talk to the innkeeper and ask him to make an exception? No, of course not - the man had already turned someone away earlier tonight for being unable to pay. Gwen pursed her lips in thought. "Nevermind, sorry. I haven't seen my bed yet but I'm sure there's enough space for you. On the floor, I mean. At least it will be warm and dry?"

Those who knew Gwenonwyn, or those who'd met her during her travels on her Votive, would know that the elfe girl was one of those sorts whose eagerness to please was matched only by her general inability to do so. No doubt even if the man wanted to take her up on her offer of a hardwood 'bed,' surely they both knew that the innkeeper wouldn't allow it. If he found out, that was. Gwenonwyn didn't like the idea of lying to the man or helping someone steal his services, but in times like these everyone had to pull together.

"Whence comest thou?" she asked, forgetting that the translation into the common tongue from her elfen language was a particularly archaic one, not actually used across Verold for some centuries now. The problems of an elfen education - it didn't exactly keep up with the times. "I mean where did you come from?" She guessed not Armandy - she and many fortunate others had just gotten out in the nick of time. If this lad was just arriving in Sorrel now it was unlikely that he too had been in the now-fallen city to the east. Maybe he had news. Actually, maybe Isa Rune had news too - she'd forgotten to follow up with the young human woman.

"You say the castle was attacked. Has the north fallen to the Dark King as well?" If so, their options of travel were limited. With the creator and god of this world, the Father of Greatness, slain by his eternal enemy, the King of Darkness, the World of Light was being engulfed by its evil horde without even the slightest possible resistance. They could travel west, or south, hoping to outrun the Dark King's minions as city after city is conquered - but it was obviously just a matter of time until all of Verold was under the reign of the World of Light's new god. Sometimes Gwen wondered what was the point of running at all.

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Edin Vanoke

"You think that in this day and age, someone is going to pay for your rent? Bug off." The red haired woman snapped before taking a drink. Edin glanced at her with a small bit of surprise. With looks such as hers, one would think she'd have a better attitude. But no, instead the woman was telling him to bug off. Huh, whatever that meant.
"Actually I think I'll stay here for a little while longer. Might as well get some rest in before I'm kicked out, eh?" He said, a slight smirk on his face as he leaned back in his seat.
The elfe lady then began to offer money, introduced the red haired woman as Isa Rune and herself as Gwenonwyn, then realized the she infact didn't have any money at all.
Edin was about to get up and leave, since there was no use talking to the ladies anymore, when Gwenonwyn offered if he'd like to sleep in her room, on the floor.
"How kind." He said, shooting a glance at Isa, "Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. And if you really don't mind sharing, then I have a foolproof plan." he assured, his mind thinking of ways he would be allowed to sleep past dawn without being figured out.
Sleeping on the floor didn't concern him in the least, it was Gwen who made Edin a tiny bit conscious. What if news had spread that a Vanoke rebel boy was wanted? He couldn't die now, not after only seventeen pathetic years of life.
At least an entire army wasn't after him. If anything, his case was more of a Oh, there's that one guy who might be a possible threat someday because he showed signs before. We better chop off his head, hm? case.

Gwen said something to Edin that the boy didn't completely understand right away. Not knowing her words, he gave her a dumbfounded look and she corrected herself, "Where did you come from?"
Edin had to think about that for a few seconds. Little sleep led to slow brain. Slow brain meant delayed responses.
The floor really was sounding like a nice spot to sleep.
"A good few days of foot travel North. Not too far, mind you. Horses would have made the treck much faster but I, ah, wasn't given the chance to take one in time." He explained, waving his hand dismissively. Unfortunately Edin wasn't as good as a horse-thief as he was a pickpocket.

Gwen continued to talking to Isa and Edin caught the mention of 'North' and 'Dark King'
"The savages were visiting my little village before I left, if that helps. He offered lazily, resting his head on his hand, "Same direction, different places though."

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As the three of you settle into conversation - sharing information about your respective flights from the spreading dark horde - the tavern's common room soon begins to bustle with a sudden commotion as a few new men enter from outside. Water streaming from their travel cloaks, hair plastered along their skulls from the rain, the three men stomp into the room.

"We got him!" one man declares to the common room. Those like you, who are traveling through Sorrel on your way elsewhere, don't have any clue as to the man's meaning, but the rest of the room, villagers and farmers from the outlying area, burst into sudden applause.

"Where is he?"

"What are we waiting for - string him up!"

The newcomers step further into the inn, approaching the tables as the rest of the villagers surround them, asking a dozen questions all together that become unintelligible to your ears in the commotion. Those patrons who, like you, are just here for the night, seem to have their own worries and aren't interested in anyone else's troubles - but the three of you perhaps feel differently. Whether it is the small ember of hope and resistance still burning in Edin despite his attempts to bury it and survive; or Gwenonwyn's natural tendency to comfort all whom she encounters; or even Isa simply looking for entertainment as she travels alone - the three of you might wish to listen in on the conversation, in which case you hear further snippets of the men's words.

"...angel..."

"...execute...?"

"...thunderstorm..."

"...tomorrow..."


It may become obvious to the more perceptive of you that the man they captured is in their minds an angel - and that they plan to execute him tomorrow after the storm, no doubt as a token of submission to the approaching dark horde. Whatever your feelings are about this being right or wrong, it is a delicate situation. Not only are these men fearful for their families, but it is known that the Kingdom of Darkness spawns creatures called
SHADES which may be anywhere, able to report any sign of resistance and have the dark horde descend upon the village to destroy them all.

If you attempt to stop them you may be condemning the entire village to death and eternal punishment, but if you sit complacently you may lose your first chance to help fight this war. Proceed carefully.

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Isa Rune
Isa kept drinking her ale quietly, listening to the two speak, before her home was brought up. "Nay, it was attack by a rival clan. I haven't heard of the Dark Kingdom since around a quarter of the way down. Probably don't think there's enough up there to worry about yet." She took another chug of ale and downed the rest before three men rushed in, saying stuff about finding someone. Isa, a mix of intrigued and annoyed at the commotion, listened in. Her grin widened. An angel, huh? That seems interesting, and expensive. She glanced around the table. "Well, that's interesting, now ain't it?" She absently set her hand on her sword handle, hoping someone did something. She was sure that Gwen would pull something, and she seemed nice enough to back up. Besides, much more fun to fight with the smaller side, more targets.

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#, as written by Wrenn
When he rose from his chair Adalwolf stood a foot taller than everyone else, with wide shoulders that made him seem even larger. Along with his size he had tough skin like leather armor, and facial features that were too blunt to be human -marking him as a gygr, or the race of giants. Gygr populations were small in this part of Verold, but were known to be great travelers, preferring solitude except for times of mating when they returned to their homeland. Adalwolf felt in his bones -and in his loins- that the time was approaching, but the Kingdom of Darkness had thrown everything in Verold out of balance. Dishonoring the whole world -that was the Dark King's crime- and to a gygr warrior like Adalwolf, any dishonor had to be met with a duel, and he wanted to be the one to duel the Dark King. "You say you will kill angel?" he grunted, with a voice like a rockfall. "I say you will not." The giant hefted his totem, a two-handed iron rod that in his hands could shatter even gygr bones, let alone human bones.

"Who would duel Adalwolf, son of Adalwin?" he challenged. His bare chest was criss-crossed with many scars, records of his many duels.

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Edin Vanoke


Edin had been listening to the two women talk when a couple of men burst into the room.
"We got him," He heard one say.
"Where is he?" Another demanded.
Edin's eyes studied the men as the went around asking questions. One of them walked past the table and glanced over at the small group of three, but his attention was quickly turned away when the other men seemed to have grabbed a hold of somebody. Through the crowd, Edin could barely hear or see anything that was going on. He heard mentions of angels and executions, but...
"Well, that's interesting, now ain't it?" Isa said, not sounding very interested in the commotion.
Edin nodded absently, relaxing in his chair. The men weren't interested in what the boy was doing, obviously, but at the small mention of finding a supposed angel...
Stay seated. A tiny voice in his head advised, Don't direct attention towards yourself, this isn't your business. But angels were good. One being executed, well, that wasn't.

Edin rose from his chair the same time someone else did, which wouldn't have got his attention if the man hadn't been so tall. He was a gygr, the boy noticed. Edin had only seen a few of them in his short lifetime, but he definitely knew one when he saw one.
He also didn't appear very happy.
"You say you will kill angel? I say you will not." The gygr grunted, lifting his totem, "Who would duel Adalwolf, son of Adalwin?" The gygr challenged, looking as if he were ready to burn the inn down as well as beat a few people up.

Edin coughed and sat back down, keeping his eyes fixed on the table.
"I believe mister Adalwolf has this handled." He muttered, all thoughts of doing something to defend the angel vanishing.