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    Default [M] Quest for the People of Vorronga (1X1 GodlyD&D and trouble.muffin)

    The tribal people of Vorronga dwell in the wide canyon known for them, along the Vorronga River in it from the headwaters hundreds of thousands of Vorronga feet inland to the coastal delta. They are divided by into two communities of separate factions. The Primary Group, having traditional worship of the most high, Logol, with observance of his ways, dwell in the middle area of the length of the river. The Contrary Group, with observing the omens and signs of Isdem, live further inland approaching the headwaters. All the people are cliffdwellers, with homes on three levels in spaces that over a millennium were widened and shaped further by the dwellers over many generations. The people there live basically in the way of stone age people, they know still about metal and its use. But there is virtually no metal in this world, save for very few and valued tools from metal that had come in a very rough ball which fell from the skies hundreds of years earlier. Now there is news of another such ball of metal that had just fallen from the skies, far inland beyond the river. Scouts and strong men are being sent out to find it, from both factions, that are competing between each other for finding it and retrieving it. There are yet items and practices here among the people which have use of magic.

    Jorald, a strong man of the Primary clan six feet in height in his early twenties, with medium length blondish brown hair, fell for a sweet young Contrary clan woman. He seduced her and when they met in seclusion he cunningly had her kidnapped for her to be with him still. But then the commission to find that source of metal (it is exotic metal!) had him sent with others for that. He chose quickly to leave the kidnapped young Contrary clan woman with the Wiser One, a man of power among them who would value an apprentice.

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    Jorald saw no other choice. There were five other men around his age that were appointed, with him, to go upland, and go up out of the canyon avoiding the Contrary area, where one among the five, Fazibar, had met a few others who traveled and spoke withca different speech, who had indicated to him that they were witnesses of the new small body falling quickly from the sky, and knew where it fell. Fazibar showed them a small blade from the original exotic metal, a dense heavy item, yet quite strong, and those others nodded, indicating that was the substance of the new fallen body. Jorald and three others were stronger than Fazibar and one other, who were guiding them, they brought with them a large carrying stucture to bring that fallen object from the sky back with them. And they wanted to get there to bring it before anyone from the Contrary clan got there to do anything like that.

    Jorald had then indicated to his beloved nineteen year old that she must stay with the Wise One he brought her to, and learn from him, until he would return from the quest he had to go on with those others.

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    Betrayal smoldered in Mehlika's dark eyes as she studied the Primary clansman's face. He couldn't really mean to leave her so soon and with a stranger, no less.

    In the weeks since they'd met, Jorald had sworn repeatedly that he refused to be pulled away from her. Mehlika had laughed his words off at first, taking them to be empty promises to persuade a maiden to part with her tunic. Then, as the rest of his clansmen prepared for their march downriver, Jorald summoned her to their meeting place "a final time." It was not a farewell trist, as Mehlika had presumed. Instead she had been swept away, leaving each of her siblings with at least another hour's worth of daily tasks. All this had been so he could leave her with some whitehair like a servant's rowdy child?

    Slender fingers cupped her hip and her elbow jutted out defiantly. She may as well be helping her kin instead if she was to be forced into labor either way. "Why can't I go with you?" she demanded. "Why must you go at all? Let another chase the gestures of random travelers."

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    They were standing at the front of the home of Benorken, the Wise One, one of the first level homes built into the cliffside. Jorald said, "Mehlika, my sweetest one, I would have you go with me if I could. I am required to go with the other strong men for this, which would be most highly valued to the people here, who have so little of any metal, and I cannot excuse myself from it. I still go knowing it will be with difficulties, and we must be competitive. I want to be right back here, just to be with you. While I go, I need to know I leave you in the safest place I can have you. If you really want, we can have you talk with big man Megorfen, with his advisors, who all do not know you so far, to beseech them to appoint you to go with us. Here is really the best and safest for you, still, as far as I can see." He stepped toward her, wanting to embrace her and kiss her yet again.

    Benorken, the Wise One who had seen fifty-nine winters, a modest appearing man with streaks of white through his hair and especially in his whiskers, stood nearby at the front of his small cliffside home. He said then, "I remember seeing Jorald from the time he was a young boy. I came to know him better and we got along fine when he started in my training four summers ago. But while he was not so fit for the things I can train one for, he was still strong though, and besides being good at knapping, he helps in times when others want to move stones they would use which are too heavy for them, which he can still do. He had too much difficulty learning these things, about recognizing herbs and their best uses, and how to give the right chant, triggering supernatural power from glowing stones." He turned then, and said, "Come this way." He went to a carved wooden structure inside his place, which opened from the top, and he pulled out a curious object. It was a roughly round object, like a stone, about the size of a grapefruit, it was clear, so that it could be seen through, with the very slightest rosy tint. He held it up to be seen. "This is a shell, carved through, of such stones that used to glow. They have a flowery glow, they have been known to some as flowergemstones. The emination from them has been found to be dangerous to those staying too near to it, those ones then grow deformities from that. But the shell constructed from one when it loses its glow and emination, and any of its remaining supernatural power that could have been triggered for release, can be used with a new glowing stone whenever one though rare is found again, with the shell surrounding it shielding one with it from the harmful gemstone emination, while the glow is seen better than ever, and supernatural power can still be released through it."

    Jorald said, "It grows later and the others are waiting for me, Mehlika my sweetest, what will you do? Would you still go speak with big man Megorfen, to go with us instead?"

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