The Journal of Harbek

Campaign: Dark Sun: Rising

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Bloodsworn III
The shouting around Harbek, faded away as he focused his attention on Nettle. It had been a long time since he had seen his mentor, never looking like this...

In Nettle's prime, he was full of energy and spirit. It was part of his training. He would tell all of his students that strengthening nature would strengthen one's own body and mind. Rejuvenate the spirit and rewarded with energy. Expend the energy in defense of nature, preserving it. It was a cycle, like any other in nature. "That is the beauty of nature." Nettle would say, "It can continue to grow, no matter the condition it's in. It will always find a way! It can rebuild itself from practically nothing, or sustain itself on scales we may never fully understand."

On the boat, Harbek stared at Nettle, taken back by what he saw. Nettle was a strong shaman. He lived as he preached. Harbek couldn't imagine what it took to weaken Nettle so. Symbiosis was one of Nettle's favorite subjects. He always reminded us that we could depend on each other as much as we depended on the primal spirit. "It is natural to take from your surroundings. Plants take in sun and water. Predators take the lives of other animals. Never too much. Only what they need!"

Harbek was breathing deeply, grimacing as he did, as if smelling the corruption on Nettle. "Whatever they did to you, it was too much! They went too far. I'm here for you now. As you shared with me, I will do the same with you. My Font of Life will let you regain some spirit! We could use your help."

Nettle's eyes began to clear. Harbek picked him up and leaned him against the mast of the boat, bringing a waterskin to his lips. "I need you to do something. You always used to trick the new trainees with your wind. Remember?" Nettle's head turned to look at Harbek. "You would tell them some fancy story about learning patience. Waiting for some plant to grow or the wind to come. Do you remember that?" Nettle nodded, wearily. "Good!! I need you to give our sails some wind! We need to get you out of here. I need your help, finding something. You still have contacts, I'm sure of it, but get us out of here!!"

Nettle, helped up by Harbek, takes hold of the mast and began his familiar deep humming. Harbek shouted "That's it!! You got it old friend!" A wind swept up, filling the sails, giving a surge of energy to the boat. Nettle, stumbled back down, next to the mast with a smile, "I still got it. Now get to it, stop staring at me, you always forgot how awkward it was to be stared at by a giant dwarf..."
Session: Session 33 - Sunday, Jun 09 2013 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Harbek and the spirit-seed
It was an afterthought on the way back to Balic. Harbek still felt that fire deep within his spirit, stirring up his emotions into disarray. His encounters with the giants at North Ledopulous had lead him to believe there was a chance of a new pact. The might of the giants would bolster the strength of the twin settlements. Their focus changed... towards building reputation! All with his uncle leading, with the wisdom of a dwarf.

All those thoughts of a new day, vanished after leaving the temple. Harbek kept asking himself if he could remember any giants in Balic. A far'fetched idea, out of desperation.

"Desperation...?" Harbek thought to himself. "I've never been desperate. I focus my strength, maybe charge forward in a rage, but never needing to kill. I always wanted it THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!! Solaris and Sanguine may have some insight. I've seen them under the influence of something, not acting like their usual selves. Maybe they can help, after I get some rest."

Waking midday, after his late night shift, Harbek realized he had taken for granted his luck in the temple. It was an honor to have come in contact with those primal spirits. Something that will likely never happen again. But the seed remained. For all that had happened, was happening and will happen, the seed had to be found. In order to do so, he had to control his urge to hunt down giants.

"Solaris, when you have a minute, find me. I have something to ask you."
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
d20 => [20] = 20
Session: Back to the Dungeon - Sunday, May 05 2013 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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A fine mess you all got me into...
Harbek addresses the party, after forcing them out of the room away from the sleeping danger.

It's time to recognize who is going to get you out of here, ME!! Who's been right ALL along? ME! Who's been guiding us, higher and higher? ME! I'll admit to stepping on one trap, but that's it. There's a lesson in humility that needs to be learned, so if ya need a five-er si'down and can it, because I'm teaching the lesson. Are you ready?

In order to get out of here, we have to go up. And that dinky little hole in there ain't gonna do it, 'cept maybe for sanguine. So... Let's all go back up those stairs, and take a look. You don't like what you see? Too bad! We came back down to waste more time and watch Pak'Cha cement his claim to the title of living ten foot pole. UP is the way out. When you're below surface, and there is a way up, take it. You could spend hours, days, even weeks digging sideways, getting nowhere but deeper.

I can't take all of ya, and I think I'll need you all in the rooms above, but I'm begging you all to heed my advice before we lose our light, will and sanity. It may not even be in that order. So what's it going to be? Up or nowhere?
Session: Session 27 - Sunday, Mar 24 2013 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Dire Straits
Harbek wasn't accustomed to asking his traveling companions to stop for his sake. Slow down, maybe, though it was now a thing of the past. Harbek was moving quicker now. Whatever the reason, he just was, and it was a good thing to him. This place they had been locked in, for two days now, was getting to him. The death of the primal beast, Theoak was in a poor condition and worst of all that cursed axe. No exaggeration, it was literally cursed.

Harbek approached Solaris as they were heading to the teleportation circle. "Solaris..." Harbek said rather softly for his normal composure, "I didn't say thanks back there, and that's not right. You cured me of that axe. I don't know what I would have done, otherwise. That curse is worse than anything I've ever encountered." Harbek sighed and lowered his head to contemplate his next words, noticing his still cursed and infected flesh.

"When we get back to the Dusty Jewel, I'm going to find a way to repay you. Not just for what you just did, but for what you've been doing for all of us. I don't say this lightly, but you're a good fighter. You're always there for whoever needs it most." *Clears throat* "Thank.. you... Ok, looks like your turn. Ladies first!!! Ahahaha, no but really, hurry up I want to get out of here."
Session: Session 26 - Sunday, Mar 17 2013 from 3:00 PM to 6:00 PM
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Power Overwhelming
The skimmer continued it's trek through the treacherous terrain. Everyone had returned to their posts, except those lost in the heat of battle. There was a grim look upon the faces of the other dwarves. Harbek's too.

"Later we'll do a toast to our fallen friends! They will not be forgotten. I killed that horrendous creature, it never should have come out of the silt. None of them should have shown their many eyes. NOT to ME!" Harbek's personal victory in battle didn't seem to have the same savory sensation of glory, as it did for the others.

The boat jostled. Then shook hard, before creaking loudly and, coming to a halt. The sides of the hull bent inward, as the noise grew louder. Harbek heard Malla shout down, "GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT!" Harbek's veins bulged as he planted his feet and pushed on the axle. The skimmer lurched and landed hard onto some rocks. The walls split. Silt began pouring in.

Harbek looked around, to find himself alone. Neither Crusher, nor the two other dwarves were down below with him as usual. Harbek began to climb out, as a burst of silt slammed him down. It took all he had to raise himself up and out of the mess. Looking up to see if anyone was waiting for him, he saw his companions. Sanguine, Solaris, and Pak'Cha all turned away, shaking their heads. Solaris glanced back, "Why should I, when he wouldn't for me?" Theeoak lowered a rope to help Harbek up, while Crusher grabbed his shoulder. Crusher gave Harbek an angry look, "C'mon Harbek, this is no time to nap!!"

"I... I wasn't napping, what?! Where were you down there?! I was the ONLY ONE who was trying!!! WHERE WERE YOU?!?! HUH?! It was MY strength that got us out of that mess!" Harbek was on top of the skimmer, shouting, raising his arms up as if it were the games in Balic again. Yet it wasn't, he was sinking slowly into the silt, as his friends stood on the rocky shore watching. Theeoak, gave him a concerned look "I tried..." Crusher called out again, "C'mon Harbek!!
GET UP!!"

Harbek was startled as he woke up on the floor of the skimmer. Crusher, now with his foot on Harbek's shoulder, "This is no time to nap. Help us out here!" Dain was on the axle by himself. Sweat rolled off of Harbek's head, wiping his brow he wondered if it was like this in those jungles he heard about from Theeoak. The halfling stared down at Harbek, with a concerned look on his face, then dropped the flap and walked away.

Harbek stood up and returned to his post, in silence, lacking the usual confident smile.
Session: Session 23 - Sunday, Feb 17 2013 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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