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Silvermagess
01/10/2002 9:53 AM

Uh, hi, salutations...uh lets just get on with this. I have a plan for a thread that will involve seven different characters forced to work together for a common good(hence the title.) The only thing the characters will have in common will be that they have all been hired to save a small town from a group of bandits(once again, the reason for the title.)
I would like for the group to include an elf, a draconian, a kender, a knight, and a wizard for sure. The other characters should also come from different backrounds. Needless to say they shouldn't get along at first which will be part of the fun of this little game as they will be forced to ignore their differences.
I hope some people will tell me what they think and maybe partcipate in this. I am rather new and I have always wanted to do something like this so I hope it goes well.
I hope to get things going the next time I long on.

Slyknife
01/10/2002 11:57 AM

well alrighty, I have a Demon and an Archangel, you're choice, though I have not as much background on the angel. My demon is known to many, Cindertanin, you can spot him in Shattered haven, but if ya want the angel I can develope him as it goes along (it'd just be a bit more stressful)
good luck,
-Sly If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Silvermagess
01/10/2002 1:11 PM

I think the demon would be alright. I don't want too many "good" guys. This is my first time doing anything so any advice or help is apreciated.

Slyknife
01/10/2002 1:58 PM

okay then, crashcourse in the Rpg consortium, first, when you're talking, use the ((OOC: symbol when it's character, use (IC) above the text. write like you were a book, 3rd person works best for me. Basically just have fun, make a full character (background, outfit, adventureing experiences, ect...) I have over 20 but about 8 in the consortium. My favorites here are the opposites. Cindertanin the Demon, and Paedon Wells the Dreamknight
good luck, and if anything else needs explaining just ask (Dreamknight is something in a few books I'm writing, basically a fighter mage with a few bonuses.)
-Sly If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Kalia_Majere
01/10/2002 10:29 PM

OOC: okay...I'll use Ayeka...She's not exactly evil or good....She's a Half-Vampire. is this okay? She has her own sense of principals...and she's a bounty hunter...so she'll play in nicely.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Crimson
01/11/2002 12:26 AM

{ooc: I'll use Jareth. he's a 16 year old thief. He's not very experienced, but always looking for quick money. he's a great athletic. He also has a magical weapon. But he's not completely evil or good. My characters are always one big grey area, they consider something right or wrong and will deal accorcingly.

Another character I could use is Solara. She is half Kaganesti elf and half human (making her 6 foot 4/5) She is a ranger type character. She would do it to make a name of herself. her hight frightens others, thus she has a hard time fitting in. She generally prefers to work alone.

I'll let you choose who you prefer in the story.} Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

[Edited by Crimson on Friday, January 11, 2002 12:29 AM]

Silvermagess
01/11/2002 8:36 AM

OOC: Thanks for the advice. The character I think I will use will be Merrick. He is a 50 year old Knight and a bit disatified with the politics in the Knighthood. But, he still has values and tends to be the voice of reason. But, he is no saint.
Oh, I think Solara would be cool. I am looking for some characters who fit the norm and some who don't.
I will get going more on this thing next time I post.

starlite4774
01/11/2002 10:09 AM

((OOC: Hiya people. Silvermage, I am gunna ask you to choose between a coupla my chars too, cuz I can't decide. We've already got a half-elf and a knight, a half-vampire...hm...

#1. Melethka is a full-elven mage from Qualinesti. She is tall and lithe, like all elves, with auburn hair and sapphire eyes. She is also the last living decendent from the Order of Melethka (shadows) and keeper of their magic and knowledge. (For a better descrip, see the Introductions thread). She's also a red robe, which causes conflict with other elves. She left Qualinesti of her own free will.

#2. I don't remember if you said you wanted dragons or not, but these are my lovely dragon twins. You can pick one or the other or both.

Before the dragons were born, their eggs were discovered my a friendly white robe. He thought they were silvers and took them into his home. When they hatched, the male (Drache Blueflame) immediatly tried to kill the mage. This startled the female (Drache Starfall) and she was traumatrized for life, losing some of her natural evil instincts. The mage, for his part, tried to protect himself with the Flames of Avvanom, but died in the end, succeeding only in scorching the dragon twins, leaving them without their lightning skill and with a blue flame pattern on their scales. Together, the twins are in conflict (which gets rather amusing) because they can't stand each other but have a bond they can't break anyway.

Individually, Drache Starfall is a neutral type, good most of the time but for occasionally losing her temper. She goes around as a half-elf (to symbolize her torn-between-two-worlds complex).

Drache Blueflame is thouroughly evil except when his sister gets to him. He's lazy and greedy like most dragons.

#3. Okay, almost done. Stacey Ali was born in Chicago so that makes for an interesting twist. She was brought to Krynn by accident (see Sweet Home Chicago) and stayed after she had a chance to go home with a promise from Luni that if she proved she could devote herself to neutral magic she would someday be free to move between the two worlds.

Up to you. Hope it wasn't annoying to read all that. :)))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Slyknife
01/11/2002 12:42 PM

you forgot about my demon, Cindertanin, he's in enough post with ya star... well, okay whenever we begin, Mwahahaha bounty hunting. If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Black_Panther
01/11/2002 1:11 PM

Well I too have a couple chars that could work:

Haplon- An 18yr. old ranger who was born in a small town in Krynn. His mother was the captain of the Kings guards of a small island nation, till she meet his father. His father was a Paladin, championing the cause of Neutrality (I realise it is against the rules for a Paladin to champion Neutrality (The balance between good and evil.) Together they embroiled on a series of adventures for which the cumulation was the killing of a demon. They fell in love during their adventures, in which case his mother became pregnant with Haplon. His father was then forced to abandon them, and not permitted to return due to a geas laid upon him. His mother was forced to flee the castle when the king found out about the child, and tried to find his father, but with no luck. His mother was forced to settle down and live in the small town that Haplon was born in. His mother trained him to fight with a large variety of weapons, in which he became quite proficient, mainly in the art of archery, and that when he turned 16 he left home. He became a ranger, and still seeks his father, though whether to kill him, or not is unknown. His need for money forced him to become a Mercenary...


Darg- A War-Wizzard turned assasin. He was a war-wizzard of some skill, and worked as a mage for a group of Mercenaries, till the time he realized that he could become an assasin. He carries many knives, and a fighting chain, but no sword, and is regarded as a renegade by the Conclave, however they decided not to send any assasins after him, but rather hire him to take out renegades (Only for use if the setting is pre-chaos war)

Adamant- A barbarian and horsemaster. He is a villanous and disreputable man, and a real favorite of the ladies...

Ronin- An exiled female minotaur, bad tempered, and haunted by her past, in which she was unable to save her family, and herself from a rampaging group of humans, ogrees, and a mix of the two types.

The two I think would be best for the proposed adventure would be Adamant, or haplon.

Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Silvermagess
01/11/2002 5:39 PM

OOC: Well, I'll list who we have so far.

Kalia_Majere, Ayeka, your half-vampire.

Sarlite4774, Stacey Ali will make this really interesting.

Slyknife-I like the idea of the demon Cindertainin(hope I spelled it right)

Black_Panther-Adamant would be cool. Saying he is a ladie's man tells me that he will be a load of fun.

Crimson-The tall half-Kagonesti woman.

And I will have Merrick, the Knight.

So thats six characters. I will start this tomorrow when I have one more character(we need seven).

Hopefully, this will be great.
Thanks everyone!

starlite4774
01/11/2002 6:43 PM

((OOC: Yay!! I was hoping you'd pick me...I mean Stacey...I mean me...

Oh and sorry, how could I forget Cindertainin...oh wait, probably cuz I can't spell it. hehe.

Someone else get in here so we can start!!!))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Magia
01/11/2002 9:48 PM

Hi.

Um, I just wondered if I could join. Don't know if the seven are all complete. Anyways....I don't have much experience in writing but I enjoy reading the stories. Ah!! I don't know if I can pull it off, maybe this wasn't a good idea. I don't even have a character.

Hi starlite, 'member me? I have been thinking very much about joining an RPG yet. You guys write so well. Can't belive I had the guts to post this. Sigh.

Oh, happy new year btw. :)

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

starlite4774
01/11/2002 10:10 PM

((OOC: Magia!! Where ya been?

We have 6 so you can join. You know about the OCC thing? (OOC means Out of Conext, IC means In Context)

As far as I know, we have a half-vamp, a half-elf, a human mage, a barb, a demon, and a knight. Silvermagess also wanted either a draconian or a kender. (please don't be kender *shudder* :)). So you can be one of those or make your own char. :) If you need help, just email me!!))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/12/2002 6:29 AM

(OCC: Magia, don't worry I really don't know what I'm doing either. Just when you have a good character jump in. I have some guidlines for who I want, but it's not set in stone. I just want everyone to have a fun time. Well, I'm going to start the ball rolling I guess. I mean I said I would.)

IC: Merrick had gotten tired of waiting in the bar. It was one those lowely dives you could find only in Palanthas. Was this really worth it? He looked at the message he had gotten.

"Merrick Patori, we wish to hire your services. If hired you will be paid a hundred steel in advance. As for the rest of the payment, we have heard that you have been searching for information regarding a person by the name Tarisana. We would be willing to give you information regarding her if you complete the job. If interested, go to the Black Brew Inn by noon tomorrow."

The fact that no one had signed the letter should have told him to stay away. But, he needed the information, no matter how suspicious the sources.(OCC: Well, theres a start. All the other characters should have gotten similar letters. What they need to bribe them is up to you.)

Slyknife
01/12/2002 9:22 AM

The lights of the tavern went out, the shadows collected around the center, and a large thump was heard. The ligths of the tavern lit up again to see a man in a black cloak with black glasses and hair rubbing his lower back. "Damnit why can't I land right..." Cindertanin said, grabbing his blade on the ground and resheathing it under his left arm, one of the many places he has it placed when he needs it.
Cindertanin sat by the bar and asked for some water, no food though. Tapping his feet he waited.If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

thistledown
01/12/2002 10:09 AM

OOC: Grr, too late. guess I'll gust watch. And please don't let the knight get too similar to Javert. He's in the sweet home chicago thread. I liketo think of him as pretty unique, and Merrick seems to beleading on very similar lines.)Free the flame and sear the grasses,
Till the dawning Red Star passes.

Silvermagess
01/12/2002 11:00 AM

(OCC: Could you tell me where to find the Sweet Home Chicago thread. I am sorry if he seems like your character. Maybe if I can find out more about Javert, I can tweak Merrick a little.
Oh, and for those who are wondering, this is before the Chaos War, but a few years after the War of the Lance.)

IC: Merrick looked at what had just arrived and even though he was a battle hardened warrior, went just a little white.
"Now I've seen every thing he thought."

Kalia_Majere
01/12/2002 12:22 PM

Ayeka, who was sitting in the back of the tavern, watched the bit of magical theatrics and smiled. She turned her attention back to the letter in her hand. Her smile turned to a frown as she folded the letter and placed it in her pack. She watched the other patrons and smiled at the two that had caught her interest, the knight, and the man who had just made such a dramatic entrance.

She busied herself by braiding her long Golden hair in a single plait. Her blue/violet eyes swept the area, taking in everything, and missing neearly nothing.

A large white wolf lay under the table where she sat. The beast had one blue eye and one green. It's coat was the color of pure snow. It whined softly, as Ayeka reached under to give it a scrap of meat and a small bone. "Shhh...don't worry Jenna...we won't be long here." she told the wolf who whined again.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Slyknife
01/12/2002 12:42 PM

Cindertanin saw the knight had a letter and also that the wonam with a wolf by her did aswell, the same letter he had. Taking a sip of water he stood up, and walked to them.
"I am Cindertanin, you are also bounty hunting in this land?" Cindertanin said extending a handIf two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/12/2002 1:05 PM

((OOC: I'll pull Sweet Home back up to the top for ya, but you might have to go into Settings and see how far back you have your List Topics thingie set. I'll post my bribe later, as I can't, at the moment, think of a good one.))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/12/2002 3:13 PM

IC- A tall lean man, with a tough rougish appearance appeared in the doorway of the building. He entered the building with a felines grace, and with the long greasy hair, tied to the back of his neck, which seemed to emphasise the long scar which tore through his jaw. The scar was white with age, and from the looks of it, would have killed a lesser man. With a horsemans scimitar on his back, and twin long knives on his belt, he looked like a predators predator. He carried a peice of parchament in his hands, though he did not look inteligent enough to know how to read or write. The casual observer would notice as soon as the barbarian entered the building that many of the people checked their weapons, make sure they were loose in their scabards. He topped six feet, though not by too much, making him seem smaller than many of his beserker kin, but he looked to be all lean hard muscle. He entered the tavern, and bowed to Ayeka, seeming too look charming and deadly in the same breathe. His rougish good looks caused the other ladies in the tavern to swoon, seeing the handsome, scarred warrior. He seated himself next to Ayeka, though he had not been invited too...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Kalia_Majere
01/12/2002 3:37 PM

Ayeka shot the barbarian a scathing glance. She finished Braiding her long Gold hair and tied it off with a silver cord. She then turned towards the Man who had introduced himself.

"Greetings...I see that you too have recieved this summons...My name is Ayeka Drache." She held her hand out and smiled as charmingly as any.

She did not know how theses people would react to her true self...but she had a sense of the one who had made such a dramatic entrance...He wasn't human either.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Magia
01/12/2002 4:07 PM


Magia, don't worry I really don't know what I'm doing either. Just when you have a good character jump in.


(OCC: Thanks a mill, Silvermagess. I hope I can do fine. Er...what kind of character would you like? I guess I can do both sexes. Starlite mentioned about a kender or a draconian, but I don't really know if I can manage those. Maybe something more human-like. I hope you can help me, starlite. :D )

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Silvermagess
01/12/2002 5:10 PM

(OCC: Magia, thats perfectly fine. What I stated before were guidlines, nothing unbreakable. You can have a human character, and you can have what ever gender you like. I just want to have fun with this(seeing as I was brave enough to do it in the first place.)
"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Silvermagess
01/12/2002 5:34 PM

(OCC: I looked at Sweet Home Chicago. Not, all of it because my parents might get up set if I spent to much time on the net. Oh, to have my own place! I saw enough though I think. I don't think Merrick is quite like this other guy though, at least not their histories. Oh, and I just want to thank everyone to. I didn't think it would turn out this good.)

IC: Merrick flashed a brief, threating glance at the rough looking man. But, he didn't move to do or say anything. The woman looked tough enough to handle herself. One of the things he had learned early on was that women when given the chance could prove to have exceptional bravery.
Still, he made a mental note to be ready when and if the hash started flying."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Kalia_Majere
01/12/2002 6:20 PM

Ayeka watched the three carefully, her twilight colored eyes looking at each in turn, waiting for the one to introduce himself, and restraining herself from kicking the insolent human barbarian at her side.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Black_Panther
01/12/2002 7:12 PM

The barbarian known as Adamant watched the woman he had chosen to sit with, honouring a mere female with his presence as he saw it. He had long since learned to beware a deadly female, though he knew the weakness of that sex. (OCC -I don't actually believe that, however, it is to provide an idea of Adamants char.) IC- He saw the leg twitch as she restrained herself, wisely, of not trying to kick him, but snarled in anticipation of either a fight with the foolish human who had leaned forward to be her defender if trouble did break out, or with her, though neither looked to be too much of a challenge for the arrogant barbarian. If there was trouble here, he had no problem with it, fight or women, it didn't matter to him, so long as he had fun. However, the peice of parchament in his hand said to be here, if he was looking for some profitable killing, though he had no idea who or what he was to kill. He read those standing around, their attidudes, and what they were here for. Many were here hoping to get drunk, others were here for a simillar reason to him, they were looking for a fight, and he figured he had positioned himself in a position to get himself involved in any there was. He stared at the Demon, who he knew by reputation only, for his people had once been involved in summoning such monsters from the nether lands, until one day they had summoned one which had killed its summoner, then half the tribe, until it had finally been defeated. Now the remanants of his tribe had been killed off by war with other tribes who attacked those weaker than themselves, until he was the only one left, other than one or two slave women, which were kept by some of the tribes. Still, he had a great respect for demons, and an even greater hatred. (OCC- Just to add a bit more flavour...)
Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Slyknife
01/12/2002 7:40 PM

((OOC: Black panther read Shattered haven,. prolly on the 100+ are (5 if you go by 20's) and peek at Cindertanin's past, he looks completely human, and is about 50% human too. he has a few Demon traights, no metabolism, no need for food, merely energy. water is more because he likes the feeling of drinking something. You can hate him, but know that he kills off evil, and has good respect for the pride in plainsmen and solamnics.))
"Keep your eyes off me plainsman. I am not enjoying being sized up." Cindertanin said sipping his drink and not even looking at the plainsman.
"I have summoned no beasts, I fight with my own power, not that of my magicks. I assume you'd have respect for the denounce of suck practices, or would you prefer I speak in mono-salabic grunts?" Cindertanin said smiling and going back to his seat in the shadows.

((OOC: not to offend, just a character traight, he hates being hated for what he is, when he didn't even choose it.))If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

[Edited by Slyknife on Saturday, January 12, 2002 7:42 PM]

Black_Panther
01/12/2002 8:58 PM

(OCC Adamant has a touch of the second sight, like many barbarians. Also, he hates a lot of things, and in the case of demons, you could say the hatred is justified, if any such hatred can be justified.)
IC- "Demons spawn, you and your kinsmen disgust me." Said the irrational barbarian. "And don't dare classify me as those fools who live in you plains, I am Adamant, the stone which will break the bones in your body. Out of StoneButterfly Daughter of Griffonslayer, and I am the son of DemonCrucifier, Son of BoneCrusher Irongrip. My blood is that of Kings, and you, you are the most ignoble of creatures." Adamant drew his enchanted sword, a weapon which had been enchanted to slay creatures of the lower plains. Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Silvermagess
01/12/2002 9:12 PM

IC: Merrick could sense trouble coming. The two men were going to be trouble. He had heard the word Demon and was now a little worried. He could take on mortals such as that barbarian punk, but a demon gave him pause. The part of him that had once been proud to say he was a knight of the Sword said kill the demon. But, he had started to ignore that side a long time ago. Besides everyone deserved a chance, even if they were asking with a fight.

He was actually eager to fight the other man. He could see that look in his eyes that sugested arrogance. Plus, he could tell that the young man thought he could beat him. Merrick may be ready to go over the hill, but he could still fight the good fight. He had been fighting dragons before the kid was even born.

(OCC: I should proably describe how Merrick looks. He is 5 foot 9 and is powerfully built. He has black hair peppered with grey and a short, trim mustache of the same color. His face has a chisled look and a nobel nose. His skin is rough and tanned, and he has crow's feet. He wears lighter armor that is unadorned. His eyes are dark brown. In the scarbard on his back is a massive bastard sword.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Slyknife
01/12/2002 10:06 PM

((OOC: No fight will insue, trust me.))
Cindertanin's coat blew back, revealing a very fine (as in thin and delicate) chainmail armor. He held his hand steady and made a gust of wind hold the barbarian back. Spotting a piece of paper fly off from the barbarian made him pause. Cindertanin let down his hand and walked to the barbarian who was kneeling from the strain of his muscles. Extending a gloved hand Cindertanin said, "I meant no offence, it was a test to see exactly who you were, mind prodding isn't very polite. I'm cindertanin, I'll be clearing out evil with you."If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Silvermagess
01/13/2002 5:44 AM

IC-Merrick was a bit relieved and disapointed. Disapointed because he had been feeling the need to work off a little steam. Relieved because of the fact that he could tell that someone would have come out injured or worse from the fight.
By now the only people inside the bar were some barmaids, the bartender and the four strangers. The other patrons had felt that such a fight might not be good for their health.

Merrick just then noticed that each stranger had a scrape of parchment."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

starlite4774
01/13/2002 12:52 PM

((OOC: Ack. Okay, can I ask a favor? Please, please, write in proper paragraphs and with spaces between them and stuff. My eyes just refuse to focus on big blobs of words.

We're in a tavern, right?))

The door of the tavern opened and a strong wind seemed to push a slight but reluctant figure over the threshold. Stacey Ali frowned at the dim innards of the wooden shack and then glanced over her shoulder and glared at the coming storm with a stern chocolate gaze.

Letting out a tense breath, the human closed the door on the approching maelstrom and stepped further into the tavern. Her walk was strange, casual and confident, though her expression said nothing of the kind. Her black hair was slightly damp and shone even in the dim lights, contrasting with her pale skin. She wore strange clothes, pants made out of a rough, blue material, a white shirt that left her smooth shoulders bare. A long red cape followed her every step, adding to the grace of her movements. A blue pouch was attached to her belt, as well as a sword that, to anyone who knew anything about weapons, was made out of a strange metal.

Ignoring all those who had noticed her enterance, Stacey reached two slender fingers into her pouch and pulled out a winkled piece of parchment. Holding it by her fingertips as if she loathed to touch it, the human unfolded the paper and read it, her already severe features going fearsome.

She read quietly to herself. Stacey Ali, your services as a Magus are required. We wish to pay you in steel as well as several magical items that may be of interest to someone such as yourself. The steel, a hundred pieces, will be paid as soon as you accept this proposal. For now, as a token of our gratitude, we have enclosed something of yours that we have found. Please be at the Black Brew Inn by noon tomorrow. There you will recieve further instruction. It wasn't signed.

Stacey sighed and pulled out the "token" she had recieved. It was a cd, one of those she had had in her backpack when she had come to Krynn. She didn't know how she had lost it--she hadn't even realized she had lost it before it had been returned. She rotated the disc, drawing the light into a rainbow. Several pairs of eyes turned in her direction at this phenomonon and stared.

Stacey had to smile. It was just a cd, after all.

The human walked over to a table near the fire, the only one that wasn't occupied. She returned the cd to her pouch and pulled out a little packet. She set the parchment on the table and then asked the waitor for a glass of water.

The waiter stared but got the water. He then proceded to stare some more as she dropped the contents of the packet into the water and took a sip.

Sighing inwardly, Stacey glared at the waiter till he gulped and left. Then she sat back and tried to enjoy her drink--which almost tasted like Mountain Dew--and tried not to speculate about the other patrons even as she studied them. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/13/2002 2:06 PM

(OCC: Thanks for the tip. I'll try to keep it in mind. And yes it is in a tavern. And, yes I know that is a little cliche, but cliches are usually what works.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Magia
01/13/2002 3:32 PM

(OCC: Ok, here goes. I thought I might as well use the character I created in my RPG game, Baldur's Gate, that I got for x-mas. I haven't played it much, as I am still getting the hang of it.

My char's name is Kundahn (pronounced Koon-dan) Feldspar. He is a true neutral male human thief/mage, though he is better in thieving and seldom uses magic except when necessary. He is average height for a human man, has below shoulder lenght straight black-pitch hair and faded blue eyes.

I've developed a background: )

(IC: Since a kid he has been stealing, mainly to support himself and his uncle. After his uncle died when he was twelve, he moved away to a city near a port which holds the famous "Dusk Market" where rich merchants travel to sell and buy valuable goods. There he mastered his ability and learned further thieving experience and advice from a former thief friend once called "Reniel the Wretched", whom he met at the Dusk Market and who is now desceased, and that had spent the rest of his days in prison.

Kundahn is introvert to some point and has a dry sense of humor. Until recently it seems he has developed a certain bitternes towards everything. Ever since his curse.

Few years ago, Kundahn robbed the wrong kind of victim, an astute and powerful white-robed mage. The mage had let him go, and he still ponders why, but had chastised him nonetheless with a curse. The mage had said "From now on, Solinari, the God whom I serve shall keep and eye on you and relieve the poor people of your misfits."

Though Kundahn understood not a word of the spidery language, if there was a way in which the spell could be translated into Common, it would sound something like this:

Switch dark into light,
Unconcealed from their sight.
On water or land,
They’ll know where you stand.
For everyone’s eyes make night into day
The moment the day transforms into night.

Albeit his curse, Kundahn remained bold and tried to steal again. It ended in a terrible mishap, with people staring and gasping at his undeniable magicked appearance. Though he hated the mage to the very core, he looked for him and pleaded that he be relieved from his curse. The mage agreed, with the condition that Kundahn learned the basics of magic, and so he took him into custody for a period of time and made a pupil out of him in hope that Kundahn would earn a more respectful life as a mage. Their lessons didn't last very long, however. The mage became distracted, as if something troubled him. There was an important war going on in Ansalon, and the white robed mage had to leave for urgent matters and without word. To Kundahn's dismay, he also left without lifting the curse. Since then Kundahn has been traveling all around Ansalon for a wizard who can take off his course.

Now it seemed he would have to put that on hold; he received a strange letter.

---

When the next customer entered the tavern, the strangers reunited inside looked intriguingly at the figure trying to see if it would be another one who had been summoned. Oddly, the figure was clad with a dark-lavender cloak, the cowl of his hood low over his face so that they could only see a pair of pale lips. The figure, apparently male because of his built and garments, held a slick wooden staff in his left hand. There was nothing extraordinary about the staff, but nevertheless, it gave everyone the impression of a magic user. Several people in the tavern snorted.

Kundahn saw, beneath the shadow of his hood, a robust man that whispered to a woman with golden hair sitting next to him. The woman sneered at the man, shifting from his nearness. Then her bright eyes went straigth to the piece of paper crushed in Kundanh's other hand. She nodded to the man beside her.

Kundahn walked inside, sat in a table. The human man sitting beside him recoiled in fear, as if the assumed mage had something akin to leprosy. He rose from the table and headed for another one with less upsetting company. Kundahn lifted his head searching for one who would explain why he had been summoned there. He'd rather be searching for the accursed white-robed mage.


(OCC: Ok, hope this works. :) Please excuse any spelling mistakes. I still have trouble conjugating verbs and using adverbs properly, often tending to write them as they go in spanish, my first language. Anyways, I'll be sure to use the spell-check before I post.)

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

[Edited by Magia on Sunday, January 13, 2002 8:35 PM]

[Edited by Magia on Sunday, January 13, 2002 8:52 PM]

thistledown
01/13/2002 6:22 PM

(OOC: Sounds good so far. If you need another person for something, let me know.)Free the flame and sear the grasses,
Till the dawning Red Star passes.

thistledown
01/13/2002 6:22 PM

(OOC: Sounds good so far. If you need another person for something, let me know.)Free the flame and sear the grasses,
Till the dawning Red Star passes.

Slyknife
01/13/2002 6:51 PM

Cindertanin started laughing at the human girl walking in. "Cover your shirt, white doesn't go good with rain ma'am." Cindertanin said trying not to laugh too hard.

"So, Plainsman, what of your kin? If you have a reason to hate me, Ithink I could try and redeem myself by helping you rebuils your tribe when this is over." Cindertanin said, trying to find a new topic. If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Black_Panther
01/13/2002 8:11 PM

(OOC- Could you please not refere to him as a plainsman. He is a barbarian, not one of the plainsmen. They aren't that different on Krynn I know, however, he makes the distinction)

IC- The barbarian snarled a low bestial snarl which echoed deep in his throat. His muscles stretched, his leather horsehide shirt stretched close on his body, and his eyes glowed a deep and dark red. He had gone into the beserker fury which was characteristic of his people. His sword seemed to glow in the dim light, the cursed weapon reacting, and feeding the barbarians fury. (OOC the Sword is what is feeding his rage, making him seem to flare up. The sword is a cursed weapon, which controls him, by making him a prisoner of his hate. If Cindertanin recognizes it, and can break the hold the cursed sword has on him, he will be able to forstall a fight...)
IC- The stuborn barbarian focused, and using the same power which allowed him to control horses, he sent a mild jolt of psychic energy through the spell. The rage, which had saved his life many times sent him into a flaring need for blood, the rage was feeding the sword, and the sword began feeding the rage, making it a circle which the only end could be either to break the power of the sword, or for the demonkin to die. Adamant, like the rock he was named for, sent another blow of psychic energy through the spell further weakening it...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Silvermagess
01/13/2002 8:21 PM

(OCC: Magia, I like him. I kept on thinking I should've had a thief. He is also a mage which is good. He will need something to protect him from the rest of the group. Though him and Merrick may have something in common when it comes to curses. Not saying what yet.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Kalia_Majere
01/13/2002 10:58 PM

OOC: so he's basically a Berserker right?

BIC: Ayeka stood, and rested her hand on her sword. Her Blue/Violet eyes taking on a Gold cast. She backed away from him and looked at him carefully. She closed her eyes and brought her hand up to her chin, with only her middle and index finger extended. The spell reverberated in her mind, the ancient language of her people rolled off her toung.

The room darkened in her vision, showing the true magic that she was searching for.

"The sword!! Its the sword causing his fury!" She cried, her eyes open again, the gold cast had grown brighter, nearly glowing. She drew her silver sword, the highly polished silver catching the light and reflecting it three fold. She locked her eyes on the Barbarian and bared her teeth, a faint hiss could be heard, like a warning spit of a cat. All within sight of her could see that her canines where long, and slender...just like a cat's.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Crimson
01/14/2002 2:20 AM

((ooc: Dang, gone for a weekend. And we're 40 posts along))

IC:

The door opened. A tall, very tall, elven woman walked in. She was standing at 6 foot 4. She had a hard expression on her face. As the door closed behind her, she peered through the room. She made out others that were summoned immediately. She pulled out a crumpled peace of paper, then looked outside. Apparently satisfied, she tucked back the peace of paper and took a seat.

Then the ordeal with the bararian occured. She watched it with some amusement. "Allready making friends I see." she said with a smirk to the barbarian. "This should be an interesting task indeed."

And hopefully a profitable one. Yet she was unsure how the sender of the letter knew how to find her. But they promised her steel, and information about her father. Whom she was rediscovering. Apparently the days he was away, he did certein things. What those things were she had to find out.

She sat back drinking her ale. Watching the others carefully.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Silvermagess
01/14/2002 5:30 AM

(OCC: Yes! Everyone has arrived.)

Merrick had his sword ready. Of course, this would not be an easy task. Not, with a magic weapon involved. And there was also the fact that the purpose wasn't to kill the man. As tempting as it had been a while a go.

He knew the only hope was that seem of these other individuals could help subdue the barbarian. It was fortunate that the woman who called herself Ayeka had noticed. He had seen the fangs. But, told himself that there was nothing to fear, at least for the moment.

He drew closer to the barbarian, hoping to stun him with the flat of his sword."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

starlite4774
01/14/2002 2:07 PM

Stacey watched the watchers within the tavern. Most seemed to have noticed the similar pieces of parchment that certain people held, and had seen some connection. She hadn't been wrong in setting hers out.

But then nothing happened. She waited and waited, sipping her drink till one of the men called over about her shirt and then laughed. Stacey nearly choked and blushed heavily, though it was probable no one could detect that one of her subtle emotions. She looked down hurridly at her white shirt and the moment of panic passed.

She had seen much, much worse on every day "family" television shows. The human shrugged and pulled the wet shirt away from her chilled skin and then let it fall back into place, looking unconcerned. Several patrons of the tavern, likely drunk, raised approving eyebrows.

Stacey sighed and was fortunatly distracted by the strange man who seemed to be going into a fit of rage. She watched him closely, realizing that he was one of the ones who held a piece of parchment and likewise, those who tried to help him did too.

The woman stood and shouted that it was the sword. Stacey sat up, suddenly incredible interested. She was nearly knocked over by the magic coming off the blade in waves. It was so strange, so unknown, that she hadn't previously noticed it.

Standing, she caught a glimmer of white teeth, and looked closer at the woman.

A vampire?? she thought wildly, but the thought was lost in the next second as the beserker roared. A brave knight was standing up to him, trying to decapitate him. No...no decapitate. Knock him out.

Before she quite realized what she was doing, the human had drawn her sword. The knight had managed to hit the beserker with the flat of his blade several times, but never a solid blow and it didn't phase the rage-filled barbarian.

Moving faster than she had ever realized she could, Stacey darted in, wielding her strange sword. The barbarian was forced to adjust his focus on this new target, and in that second both the knight and mage joined efforts. Stacey swung her light blade as hard as she could, backing the swing with impromtu magic, and heard a sickening sound as it connected with the barb's head.

The big man swooned slightly and Stacey jumped back, waiting for him to fall over. She started to shake as the adreniline fueled moment was over, and she almost felt like kissing her sword and then finding Linearos and kissing him too. She grinned wildly at the woman who stood slightly to the side and yelled, "You gotta love titanium!!" The woman frowned.

Stacey grinned again, a grin that was wiped clear off her face as a loud roar sounded again through the tavern. The barbarian had merely been stunned!

The human fell back onto hard wood, as the strong barb, though slightly whoosy, faced off again the knight. The human's chocolate eyes fixed on the sword almost involuntarily and suddenly she heard her chemistry teacher's voice in her dizzy head.

There is no cold. There is simply an absence of heat. Things heat up because heat flows from areas of the highest concentration to the lowest...

Stacey frowned and wondered if this might apply to magic as it did to heat and energy...after all, magic was a molded form of energy, she had proven that over and over again back home in the Tower...

Closing her eyes, the mage cleared her mind and then forced all magic from her body. It left reluctantly, leaving a hole in the fabric about her...Stacey concentrated and reached out to the nearest source of abundent magic...

...the sword...

Channeling the magic through her body and mind, the mage kept to her task well after she was exhausted. Time lost meaning, as well as her surroundings...all she felt was the raging magic that bled meaningless through the conduit she had created. It wasn't enough, she didn't have the strength to match the curse...her last thought was to wish desperately that someone would take some advantage from this...if one even existed..."I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/14/2002 3:39 PM

The barbarian snarled, and snorted, his anger radiating off him in waves, right until the moment that the female in the wet shirt, (he noted with approving eyes) struck him, the tremendous metal seemed to be stronger than the one he was named after, and with the lightnous which she had struck him, and the tremendous blow he had still suffered, he roared in fury. Anger overwhelmed him, fury at these people who were willing to defend a demon. Anger seemed to grow, fed by the sword, till the sword suddenly seemed to reverbrate empty. The swords magic was being occupied attacking the female, with the interesting... ahm blade.

He looked into his mind, and saw the blade for what it was, a tremendous manipulator, a demonic blade, which was turning him into what he hated most, a demon. He had wondered why his skin seemed to be getting thicker, and now that he had a free moment he realized the strugle which was occuring through him, the blade which no longer spoke true to him. The weapon needed to be defeated, and now, while it was distracted, Adamant, like the stubborn rock he was named for, threw the sword down, and spoke the words which his father, the shaman of his tribe had taught him, the words which all barbarians in his tribe had learned at an early age, the words which sent a summoned demon back into the abyss from which it had arisen. The words were spoken true, and spoken by a barbarian tribesman in the midst of a rage, but still the stuborn blade hung onto his mind, and he was paralysed, seeing his past, seeing the balor's Vorpal sword tearing through his fathers side, seeing the demonic flames engulf his mother, seeing the dozens of dretches summoned by the balor, which had destroyed half his tribe, and him, a you boy, who had stepped in front of his baby sister, and repeated those same words he said right now. How the dretch had laughed at his feeble attemt, and thrown him to the side. He saw in his minds eye, how he had lunged with the sword to kill the tiny creature, and had failed, his tribal knife embedded itself in the creature, which delivered the crashing blow to hs face, which was still there to this very day. His words seemed to fail him as he confronted the blade, which darkened in the sand floor, red sparks flew from the weapon, projecting a psychic defence against any in the room, while paralyzing the barbarian...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Slyknife
01/14/2002 7:10 PM

Cindertanin saw his moment to finish this. He unsheathed the black radiating dagger, all of the Tanin clan wielded. Is was a blade that cared for him as much as he did, but it wasn't a solid black, it glowed.

"An enchantment!" Cindertanin said eyeing the sword as it flashed sparks. Cindertanin held it, blade pointed behind him. and slashed at the sword, shattering it into large fragments. The enchantment broken the blade began to start smoking, and then went out, the metal purified. Cindertanin looked at it, and gathered it carefully in his cloas, and bundeled it up. Seeing the Barbarian stand slowly, he smiled.

"Well Barbarian, I can have this reforged and made so that you control it's power, not the other way around. I can hope to make it as strong as the name you bear." Extending his hand again Cindertanin said. "I welcome you Adamant, to my own Clan, which is not evil, but more of a purifier. I was responceible for the destruction of the Lord of Souls, if you wouldn't mind being near a few bastard half-demons with a goal not unlike your own, they will welcome you aswell. Perhaps this way you can rebuild the life that was taken from you, and avenge it aswell." ((OOC: I know over dramatic, but hey, it's posting, in all seriousness Cindertanin would do this.)) If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

[Edited by Slyknife on Monday, January 14, 2002 7:12 PM]

Kalia_Majere
01/14/2002 9:42 PM

Ayeka sighed in relif that no one was seriously hurt. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened them and they where back to their normal Blue/violet color. She turned and smiled. "well hows that for a how do you do?" she laughed and held out her hand to the barbarian. The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Magia
01/14/2002 11:26 PM

(IC)

The letter was nothing but deceit, Kundahn was thinking, and he had fallen for it like a gully dwarf. There was no possible way that Reniel could be alive. It’s true, as the letter indicates, that he never saw the body, yet he was certain Reniel had died in prison. The cunning trickster who sent the letter clearly states the opposite, and promises information about Reniel’s hideout on the account of Kundahn’s services. Obviously, the anonymous sender has kept track of his life, not to mention his interests; and by the looks of it, is also quite aware of his thieving skills. Kundahn was utmost appalled. Who on Krynn could this uncanny subject be? And what in the Abyss does he want?

Kundahn sensed he was falling into a trap. If Reniel was alive he’d never leave him alone or let him believe he was dead. Nay, he was positive he was falling into a trap. Still, the irksome doubt had formed and now settled deep into his mind. He would only be at ease unless he’s proven it wrong. The only thing he was glad of, now that he was inside the Black Brew Inn, was to have some refuge from the winding storm. Oh, and he’d also like to sleep in a proper bed for a change.

No sooner had he arrived at the Inn, when things were turning out to be everything but boring. There were a few guests that stood out from the crowd, and they immediately attracted Kundahn’s attention; he didn’t fail to notice them holding the same looking letters.
‘So, it isn’t a one man’s job’, Kundahn thought. He was marveled as he inspected each of them, ‘My, what a most beguiling crowd,’ he acknowledged to himself, his eyes fixing on the women. He didn’t want to accept it, but he was becoming interested in finding out what it was that their mission would be, not that he had agreed to take it; he still believed it was all a ruse. And suddenly, it got even better. Kundahn became engaged with the spectacle that the eerie strangers were beginning to enact in. It didn’t came as a surprise, actually. The big tough man by himself reeked of trouble. As they entitled into an argument the big man addressed the other as Demon. Kundahn’s eyes widened. ‘A demon?!,’ he thought in awe. ‘Thought they’d look more vile.’ This fact also made the Knight, who seemingly wanted to stop them, hesitate. Then, the big one burst in outrage.

Kundahn startled for a moment, his attention lost as a shiver ran through him. He was merely trying to figure out what the feeling was when he heard the golden haired woman cry “The sword! It’s the sword causing his fury!” and her eyes were bright gold when just moments ago they were a violet hue. She drew forth a sword with a terrifying hiss, and Kundahn saw the fangs. “By the Gods, a vampire,” he whispered. The knight was putting his best to knock down the furious man when in a blink, a woman in a weird attire was at his side with a miraculous sword that finally knocked, or at least placated the big man. This woman was a magic user, Kundahn understood. As with the enchanted sword, her presence had also emanated the strange feeling. There had been a time when the white-robed mage who put the curse on him, taught him how to feel the magic in things, in beings. Kundahn thought he had forgotten that lesson too among others. Magic had never captivated him to that extent, anyway. He didn’t like to study, much less study difficult, incongruous, and unreadable spells.

Kundahn roused from his reverie. The rowdy big man was standing! Indeed he was strong and now seemed angrier than ever. The other man, or demon, was next to try, unsheathing his unearthly sword, and this time, the enchanted sword broke into a cluster of sharp edged pieces. Now that the ordeal was over, calm regained, it seems proper introductions would be made.

Kundahn remained in his table. Though the occurrences certainly made him anxious, he was still reluctant to join them; they still seemed untrustworthy. They were powerful beings, or creatures, some of them. Each of them had been summoned for their specific attributes. Just what was their mission to be? Perhaps it was time to make acquaintances, for better or for worse. He rose silently from his table and headed towards them. He lowered his hood before he became before them.

“I’m as intrigued as all of you might be to know the purpose of our coming here. I believe we all know why we’ve been summoned, and practically everyone else in the tavern, now that you’ve managed to make it easy discern,” he paused as the others exchanged flushed glances. “The question is what for,” he continued, capturing once again their attention. They could perceive a fleeting smile on the lips. “My name is Kundahn, descendant from the Feldspar lineage, the once copiously wealthy dynasty of Lords from which I believe I am the last, and that misfortunately now strive to survive on my own. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Crimson
01/15/2002 12:59 AM

Solara looked at the whole display with some amusement. She had allready made out who else was on this mission. This going to be interesting indeed.

Then Khundan came up and introduced himself. Solara stood up and walked ove to him, with the usual elven grace. "I am Solara." she said, "Where I'm from is none of your concern. But it appears that we are all in this together."

Her full hight was quite impresive, yet she retained the elven beauty and grace. She just remained standing there arms folded. Waiting for others to reply.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Silvermagess
01/15/2002 4:44 AM

IC: Merrick nodded to the barbarian.

"Your no punk, I'll give you that. My name is Merrick Patori, and I believe I'm here for the same reason as the rest of you."

While everyone was busy making introductions, a figure in the backround was deciding to approach them. It was a woman dressed in black. She had long, brown hair, and wore silver necklaces.

(OCC: I figured it will be time to end this chapter soon. So it's time to present the mission. I just have to say that all the characters are great.)

IC: "Well, I see that you all made it." Said the woman.

"My name is Miriani, and I am the one who would like to hire your services.""There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Slyknife
01/15/2002 8:08 AM

Ignoreing the wonam who summened him, Cindertanin ket his hand extended to help the Barbarian up.

"You'll have to wait6 for us to get seated first ma'am, I think this man over here might not be able to sit, that sword had quite a hold on him." Cindertanin said sheathing his !Dagger!

((OOC: It's not a sword, how many swords have a 15" blade. And also Assassin's shouldn't use swords, Mwahahaha. But importantly it's just an assassin's dagger, with a nice black blade. Similar to a dagger I have, only black. I'll have a digital camera take a pic of it. So I just hope you use MSN or AIM messangers (windows messanger is MSN with a stupid name) and I'll send the pic of my pretty blade ^_^))If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/15/2002 3:09 PM

Stacey sank to the tavern floor, till she was stretched out laying upon it. She sighed in intense relief--the sword magic had ceased to flow mere seconds before the human thought her mind would burst.

She continued to just lie there, not caring who had stopped the magical flow, intensly happy just to breath.

Talk went on around the tavern, introductions were made, and others with the strange pieces of paper discovered. Stacey noticed none of this and no one noticed her, still lying on the floor.

Suddenly a presence registered on her mind and the young mage opened her chocolate eyes just enough to let light in. A woman stood in the shadows, with brown hair and a glittering silver necklace. Stacey stared, not sure whether this person was someone to fear or someone simply important.

Either way, the mage decided to let someone know. She tried to call out several times, licked her lips and then tried again. It was no use. No sound would pass through her troat. Stacey sighed and decided just to watch the woman.

She didn't have to wait long. The woman stepped forward and announced that it was she who had called them all here to hire.

Stacey stood up slowly, her head spinning, the room spinning, everything just spinning around and around...everything but her legs, some part of her dizzy mind acknowledged as she walked over to where the companions were staring at the new woman.

Stacey made it as far as the other woman with the strange eyes before she collasped from exhaustion, interupting the woman-in-black's opening speech.

((OOC: Sorry...but I'mma tired. :P))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Magia
01/15/2002 10:33 PM

(OCC: Slyknife, sorry about that. It slipped by me. I got the impression it was a sword. :P Anyways, I don't know about knives, blades or daggers. The only kind of knives I know are the ones I use to eat. :)

Hope you guys don't mind me recapitulating some of the stuff. It's easier for me so I don't forget what has happened and what is about to happen before I post.)

(IC:

They were no longer strangers. Solara was the elf’s name, or rather half-elf as it seemed. She was graced with elven beauty, yet stood outstandingly tall; Kundahn had to tilt his head to level with hers. He guessed that wasn’t her main virtue. As with the others, she must obviously be endowed with some mystic power of her own. The knight called himself Merrick, his deep brown eyes alone told of many a years’ experience. If they ever enrolled into battle, it would be good to have him on their side. They’d surely need the tactics and stratagem of war, to which Kundahn was poorly related.
He had gathered the demon’s name and the big man’s from their dispute. Cindertanin was the demon’s name, and the other, the one still dwelling on the floor, had refered to himself as Adamant, which needless to say, was right down fitting. There were still two who remained with unspoken identities. The woman vampire, for one, had remained silent, reaching over to fondle a impressive white wolf, who sat steadfastedly at her master’s side, and the other….Kundahn turned around. The other was right here, he thought.

Just then, a woman in a black stood next to them, and forwarded them amidst their introductions.

“Well I see that you’ve made it,” she said. Kundahn frowned. “My name is Miriani, and I’m the one who would like to hire your services,” she announced. The demon rebuffed her as he apologetically helped the big man straighten. Kundahn turned at the woman, about to make a reply, but the words were hampered as his attention suddenly diverted.

The magic user owner of the strange metallic sword staggered towards them, apparently depleted of strength. Kundahn gave a stern, irresolute glance at she who called herself Miriani, countless questions struggling to come out from his mind as he looked at her, but opted to assist the worn out woman first.

He aided her into a sitting position. “Are you all right?” he asked. The woman groaned. Kundahn turned to the others. “Let’s place her over there.” He gestured to a lonely bench next to a wall. “Bring her some water,” he said to the barmaids, who immediately reacted at the request. They settled the listless woman on the bench. The barmaids attended to her. Kundahn among others of the summoned turned again to the black-dressed woman.

“Was it you who sent the letters?” Kundahn asked urgently. “Tell me how can you know these things?” he pressed, gesturing the crumpled letter in his hand. He’d now find out if he would be venturing on an unrequited and perhaps fatal quest. Deep in his heart he wanted to prove her promise was a lie.
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Crimson
01/16/2002 12:43 AM

Solara saw Kuhndan looking up at him. She was taller than all here, even the Barabarian. From the corner of her eyes she saw the young girl getting up from the ground. Foolish child she thought.

Then the strange woman approached them. Solara looked at the woman with intent. But she couldn't make anything out of her. Strange, usually she could tell what sort of person someone was. But this woman conceiled all. Very odd indeed.

She walked over to a chair and sat down in the direction of the woman. Looking at her with some interest, but there was still the stern look on her face.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Silvermagess
01/16/2002 4:43 AM

IC: Merrick looked in concern at the woman who had helped stop the barbarian. Then again, he was concerned about everyone here. He had a feeling they all had some magic. All he knew about magic was that it had ruined his life.

"Uh hmm." Said Miriani, their would be employer. She was annoyed that she had been ignored. It was obvious that she was the type of person who was impatient.

(OCC: We will just let the smoke clear a little. And Magia it's okay if you restate somethings. Everyone puts a different spin on what they write, so it makes it more interesting.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Kalia_Majere
01/16/2002 11:20 AM

Ayeka watched the woman as she spoke up to get everyone's attention. She fiddled with the gold pendant around her neck, its one surface was blood red, and in the center was a single, silver highlighted, black rose.

She blushed slightly as she realized that she had revealed herself too early in the game...Her Vampire heritage...although she would love to cast it aside...It was part of her...and an advantage at times.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Black_Panther
01/16/2002 11:34 AM

OOC- Sorry it has taken so long to add my two scents in...

IC- The barbarian held himself upright, the obvious pain he was in was written plainly on his face. He had faced a horror which had almost driven him mad, and thanks to the help of these people, who also had a note like his own, he had survived. The proud barbarian turned from his seat to face the half demon who had saved him, and the proud barbarian bowed to him. The deep growling voice echoed in the near empty tavern, "I thank you, demon kin, your offer of repairing the sword is a generous offer, but I will never be able to trust that blade again, and no fighter will survive without a blade they can trust. Besides, I have my knives, far more dependable than a demon, present company excluded, I hope." The last was said in an undertone, so that some could make it out, but very few. The barbarian seemed to waver a bit, looking like he would soon pass out. The pain in his head was excrusiating (Spelling), seeming like it would split it, but the proud barbarian was not finished. He turned to the knight, and attempted to bow, "I also thank you fidei defensor, defender of the faithful." (His people's name for knights or paladins. In his peoples language, it is the same name for both, and is one of the highest accolades he could give.) He turned to the woman with the odd blade, who looked like a vampiress, "I wish to apoligise for my boorish behaviour mistress vampire." The elegant words seemed to come out politely enough, though the growl which followed them was decidedly ungentlemanly. Then he turned to the woman who lay passed out on the floor, to thank her, but seeing her passed out, and as was required by his warrior code, went to her, but as he rose, and almost fell, the others noticed the one laying of the floor...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Slyknife
01/16/2002 12:36 PM

Cindertanin held up the massive Barbarian without strain. "Friend, I'll heal the pain in your head, thanksfully my clan practiced clerical arts, just relax and you'll be fine in no time." Cindertanin said placing a hand on Adamants head. "Someone bring that one to me, I'll help her as well." If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?
Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/16/2002 1:40 PM

((OOC: ...? Ayeka has an "odd blade" too? When did I miss that? Anyways, I'm not passed out, just collasped. :P And who else is lying on the floor?

Foolish child?!?! I didn't see you doing anything for the barb!!! >:):)))

Stacey moaned and nearly hit her head on a table as she fell. She closed her eyes then, and forced the room to stop spinning, forced her tired body to cooperate and feel that her magic had return and she was just a little...exhausted...

When she once again opened her eyes, both the barbarian and newest guy leaning over to pick her up and carry her to the demon. "No." she said clearly, pushing their hands out of the way.

Off to the side stood a barmaid holding a cup. The mage vaugely remembered someone calling for water. With great effort she avoided both the barb and the other man and stood up by herself.

People milled about. The one woman, whom Stacey remembered she had had come realization about but couldn't for the life of her remember what that realization was, looked as if she wished to take something back. She seemed to be avoiding most. The demon was meanwhile curing the barb of his headache. Stacey watched with interest for a moment--she had never mastered the art of healing--while sipping her water.

"Damn, I'd kill for some advil," she muttered in English, though she decided she wasn't going to bother the demon by asking for some healing. She watched a moment more and then remembered something. "My sword!"

Weaving in and out of the crowd with well practiced ease from years of over-crowded schools, the mage found her sword lying on the ground where she had left it. She pondered this for a moment, wondering if no one had touched it because it seemed magical or because they just hadn't noticed. She decided on the latter and then moved back to where she had been a second before with her usual strangely causual grace. She felt a lot better.

Still people-watching, Stacey smoothed down her obsidian hair and straightened her white shirt, which was finally dry. She then moved onto her cape, which she realized had been torn.

The human cursed loudly in both English and Common. Several people looked at her, amazed at her fluency. Stacey blushed and was suddenly happy no one else here spoke English. They probably would have beat her for having such an...unlady-like vocabulary.

She smoothed the cloth of her cape and set it on the table, gathering magical energy to repair the cloth and calculating how much energy was needed for the mass of the tear. She muttered numbers to herself and then repaired the cloth with magic that no one here would have recognized. Finally satisfied, Stacey sat down to watch and wait for the dark woman to talk.

((OOC: Really, no one would recognize the magic. Anyone ever notice how people tend to "recognize" other people's totally unique attributes? Even if they've never been seen before? :P Oh adn Silvermagess, if I'm holding ya up, I'm sorry. Just figured it would be realistic for Stac to be tired after using so much magic...))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/16/2002 8:07 PM

(OCC: Time to be moving on. That's Miriani's purpose. I'll get on to the explantion now.)

IC: The woman in black waited until she was sure everyone was ready to listen. Not that she really cared as she was the type who got impatient after a while.

"I see all the players are here. I have hired you for a very specific purpose. I wish for you to help free my hometown, from a large group of bandits that have been troubling us for the last few months. If you help I promise you that I will get the rest of your payment as promised."

(OCC: Now's the time for anyone to question her or so forth.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Slyknife
01/16/2002 8:21 PM

Cindertanin raises a hand with only the index fully extended the rest of his fingers are just a bit up. "Which town and who leads these bandits?" Cindertanin said expecting no answer"If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

[Edited by Slyknife on Wednesday, January 16, 2002 8:22 PM]

Magia
01/16/2002 9:40 PM

(OCC: starlite: I thought Adamant was the other one on the floor?, but then again, that's just me. Maybe I got the wrong idea. Cindertanin was helping him up, so I thought....

AAhh!! sorry if I mix things up, ppl. Maybe my english comprehension is not as good as I thought. -.- )

(IC:

Kundahn looked at the demon, raising a brow.

"Is that the first thing you want to know?" he asked dubiously. "Sounds rather rushed don't you think? Or perhaps you need the job badly." He folded his arms. "I'd rather have first things first, if you get my meaning. And if you don't, I mean this: Who is she really, and how does she know about me?" he hinted with a nuance of cynicism, his eyes glimmering as they turned to the woman.
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Black_Panther
01/16/2002 10:35 PM

(OOC- Me sorry, I got mixed up. I was writing his apology to stacey first, then switched it to Ayeka. Hey Slyknife what type of Demon was the ancestors of Cindertanin?)

I have a better question, growled the Barbarian. How many Bandits are there, how powerful , how many live in your town, how many are willing to fight. How many mercenaries have you hired. And most importantly of all, how much are we being paid...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Crimson
01/17/2002 12:32 AM

Solara heard all of the questions, and discarded them immediately.

"Why us?" was all she asked.

((ooc: "Foolish child?!?! I didn't see you move to stop the barbarian."

Precisely.))Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Slyknife
01/17/2002 11:57 AM

((OOC: in my book you get changed into a Demon, so that's what happened. They screwed up halfway and he isn't winged or anything just a guy in a trenchcoat who's immortal unless physically killed and has a few nice tricks. Also he has black glasses and solid black eyes, like in Idenpendance day, the aliens with silver eyes, only he looks human and has black eyes.))

Cindertanin glared angrily. "Listen, I kill what plagues worlds, it is my goal. I do this for no money, my clan is more wealthy than any of the Solamnics in this world, so believe me when I say I'm in this for the ridding of bandits. And with that, it makes it more important to know the name of my enemy." Cindertanin said. "If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/17/2002 1:22 PM

((OOC:

"Foolish child?!?! I didn't see you move to stop the barbarian."

Precisely.


*shrugs* Someone had to do something before he ruined the whole damn tavern. Plus, I like playing with magic. :)))

Stacey sat quietly, listening to the others ask questions and then argue over which questions were the most important. She glanced around the group. They were a strange mix, but certainly a powerful mix...very powerful for a bunch of bandits...

She hadn't watched all those movies for nothing and knew exactly what to ask. "What's the catch?" she asked quietly, though her voice carried over the din.
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/17/2002 2:29 PM

(OCC: Wow, thats a lot of questions. I'll have her answer them in roughly the order they were asked. Oh, also I have a question about Ayeka. How can she be half-vampire?)

IC: "I think," said Merrick pointedly,"that they are all good questions, so she might as well answer all of them."

The woman smirked. "Thank you sir knight." Merrick glared at her to continue as he was getting tired of waiting.

"Well the town is called Camain. Its a small little berg far of the beaten path from Palanthas. About 200 people live there"

"As I said I am Miriani, and I was a former priestess. As for how I know about you thief, let's just say its my job to know these things."

"The leaders of the group are cousins. A powerful red robe named Togar and a Cleric of Hiddukul named Bolthor. Their group numbers 50 hobgoblins strong."

"I know that does not seem like a lot, but they couldn't have chosen a better time. The town has never gotten along well with the rest of Palanthas and refuses to contact them because they don't wish to have a military presence there."

"It's not as if the town could not handle them under normal circumstances, but unfortunately they also have a dragon on their side."

"You see, you really wouldn't be fighting an army so much as taking out the dragon and the two leaders."

"And well you see for this reason I chose you people. I wanted the best there were, people powerful enough to take these people on. Pay is no object either. In each of your messages I specifyed the payment you would recieve. Just complete the job and you will be payed, you have my word.""There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Slyknife
01/17/2002 3:36 PM

"Ha, that's it? What color of dragon? I think that Adamant in his rage could have done fine on his own! Though I see your point. Never underestimate a foe, unless it's a gully dwarf..." Cindertanin said with a smirk.

"I have always been skilled as an assassin, taking out the two captains would be quite simple, problem is, one would make enough noise to alert the other, so which is more powerful?" Cindertanin asked."If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/17/2002 5:31 PM

Stacey threw the demon a dark look, annoyed by his arrogance. The dark woman was no fool and the mage was willing to bet she wasn't telling all...or at least she was toning it down.

"Yes, what color?" she repeated when the woman didn't answer quite fast enough for her impatient nature. She had dealt with a blue before but it hadn't come to blows. However, dragons tended to have elemental magic and things like lightning could be dealt with. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

thistledown
01/17/2002 6:03 PM

(OOC: Yes, that blue was a rather special case, as I recal. ;) I like this thread. Keep up the good work. I'll be watching.)Free the flame and sear the grasses,
Till the dawning Red Star passes.

Slyknife
01/17/2002 6:24 PM

((OOC: hehe thanks for the information Thistledown, good to know you're watching, and I'll have to check, but someone has to control the enemy.... not sure who.... but somoeone has to!))"If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

[Edited by Slyknife on Friday, January 18, 2002 9:08 AM]

Silvermagess
01/17/2002 8:00 PM

IC: "Its...a red dragon, the one of the largest that has ever been seen." She said a little uncertain.

Merrick felt a moments hesitation suddenly. Fighting a dragon was no picnic, let alone killing one. But, still he was fairly confidant that he could survive. But, red...he had some issues with that color. That and certain mages...

"As for the two leaders," she continued quickly,"they are both rather formidable. But, I would recomend taking out the cleric first."

(OCC: Yeah, she ain't telling the whole truth. You can't handle the truth! Well, maybe you can, but it ain't time yet. As for the dragon, yeah it's red and its big. Not sure how big, just big.)
"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Black_Panther
01/18/2002 1:07 PM

"MMMMM," Growled the barbarian. "I can take out the wizard then, while the demon kin takes the cleric. Assassination is no real problem, however, the dragon is another matter. For that, it would be wise to hire a dragonbane, and from the looks of it, none here are a dragon bane... Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

starlite4774
01/18/2002 1:56 PM

Stacey squirmed where she sat. A red dragon, a wizard, a cleric...she wasn't about to say, or think, that she could handle any of them as the information given so far had not been nearly enough. Though she would present a challenge with her unorthodox magic and sword...

Miriani had that look...Stacey studied her. It seemed that every era and place was filled with "modern" expressions and atitudes...the people here were used to them and overlooked them more often than they thought but they were still glaringly obvious to the Chicagoin.

Miriani was hiding a lot, of that the mage was sure. She wanted to go over and smack both the barbarian and demon for thinking of this so lightly...

"The worlds change, the ignorance stays the same..." she muttered loudly, then raised her voice even more, suggesting she wanted everyone's attention. "I think you forgot to answer my question. What's the catch?" she blinked and then looked hard at Miriani. "And why in all hell are they interested in a 'small berg with about 200 people'? What's there??""I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/18/2002 4:03 PM

The Barbarians simple reply "Killing" to Stacey's question about why he was going...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Magia
01/18/2002 4:55 PM

(OCC: This is turning out quite interesting!!

I think I should explain that Kundahn's primary rule is "Trust no one" hence his conduct and why he impugns. He can't help it. He's had bad experiences from trusting others.))

IC)

Kundahn remained with folded arms, grimacing, quite dissatisfied with the answer. ‘Well mistress I-know-all-these-things Miriani hmm.….Miriani Hoodwink’ he thought sardonically ‘you must think we’re all just a gang of gullible kender.’ He began to turn around and walk away towards the exit, ‘I’ve played the intrigued fool quite enough. I’ve got more important things to do with my time than --,” he stopped in mid thought when he heard Miriani uttering:

“…..A powerful red robe named Togar and….”

Kundahn turned around. “A red robe?!” he gasped. He stepped closer to the woman. ‘This could be my chance to get rid of this stupid hex!’ he thought. He sat close to the others and listened eagerly to Miriani talk about their mission. He nodded apprehensively to each of her answers, but his spirits sank the minute she uttered the word dragon. ‘What ever does she need a thief for?’ he thought to himself, ‘steal the dragon’s fang and make a souvenir?’ He exhaled deeply, then stayed in complete silence as the others discussed the possible danger and planned who could overthrow each of the villains. Somehow, hearing it made Kundahn feel better that he’d venture with the other summoned. While they were busy taking care of the dragon, he’d seize the moment to talk to the red robe mage.
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Slyknife
01/18/2002 8:25 PM

Cindertanin stepped back a second... paused.

"You'll have to excuse me a second," cindertanin said, losing his balance and regaining it on a stool by the bar. " I... I am a bit, weary, is it sunup?" Cindertanin said, looking to the window.

"I, I think I need to sit." Cindertanin said getting a vial out of the back of his dagger with a red liquid in it. Drinking some, he regained his balance and composure. "If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

Silvermagess
01/19/2002 6:26 AM

(OCC: Woah, I have got to say that this is getting pretty complex. Thats good.)

"I would tell you more here, but unfortunatly I can't trust you with the rest of the story unless you except the mission." She replied firmly.

"As for the catch there is none. As long as you handle the problem for me, you will each get your reward." She was no longer flustered looking and had sunk back into a look of calm.

"Why should we trust you?" Asked Merrick, getting a little angered.

"Because," smirked, "I know for a fact that there are a few of you who have no choice."

With a sinking feeling he relized the she was right. He needed what ever information she had even if it proved to be false. If he didn't take what ever leads he could, he stood to lose a lot more then his chance for vengence."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Crimson
01/19/2002 7:21 AM

Solara studies the conversatino. Weighin every opportunity. The woman was right, she had no choice.

She stood up and walked over to the woman. Looking down on her with intent eyes she said. " I'll go, I'll fight those bandits for you." Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

starlite4774
01/19/2002 10:15 AM

((OOC: Hey, Magia...you do realize that I'm a red robe too, right?))

Stacey stared around at the group and then suddenly started laughing. It started as a small giggle and then rose into a hysterical roar. "Are you all stupid? Even if you have no choice, you don't just admit that! You're letting her hold all the cards!!" At that they all stared blankly at the mage, obviously not understanding the reference.

With a sigh, the human turned to the dark woman. "I do not have to do this. You have nothing that I cannot do without. However, I believe that you cannot do this without us. All of us. You say that you cannot tell us all of the information unless we accept. Well, I say it doesn't work that way. This is our lives we are talking about. We have a right to know before we accept anything. The 'catch' has nothing to do with the money...it has everything to do with the danger and you're not exactly winning me over in the trust department right about now by holding stuff back." Stacey turned back to the others.

"I'm sorry if something binds you to this agreement, but I urge you not to give in. I will help all of you get whatever it is you need, if possible, but do not be so ready to throw your lives away because this woman has decided to be tightlipped."

((OCC: Am I making too much trouble? hehe. Just ignore Stacey then or come up with something she needs. She'll tag along no matter what, because even if you have nothing she needs, you've captured her curiousity. :) Plus, this creates a rift between the group, I hope...hehehe...I love being a troublemaker...))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/19/2002 10:54 AM

(OCC: I'm used to trouble makers. I don't always like them but I'm used to them. I need to be challanged more anyways. Well, hopefully, Stacey will just have to accept the thrill of adventure.)

"Listen," said the woman, "I know that you want more information, but I can't safely give you anymore. At least not here. Besides there are somethings about the situation I don't understand either."

Merrick was getting sick of this. Sure it was proably sudden doom, but if so he just wanted to get on with it.

"I will come with you." Said Merrick. "But, if you know as much about me as you seem to think you do, then you would know better than to double cross a desperate man." In his eyes was a malicious look that said even more than words could."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Magia
01/19/2002 1:37 PM


((OOC: Hey, Magia...you do realize that I'm a red robe too, right?))


(OCC: Of course I do, but Kundahn doesn't. Up till now, he thinks Stacey's more of a renegade wizard or the like, mainly because of her attire and the way she can fight with a sword. She's just a little out of context, for all he knows about wizards. And it's not much.

Kundahn knows some magic himself yet he doesn't wear a robe, just a cloak. He doesn't think himself as a true wizard and he has not taken any test. He believes only the true mages wear white, red or black robes.
He also thinks mages may only carry small knives or daggers. He would hardly think of a mage with a sword and that can fight like Stacey.

When Stacey channeled some of her magic on the barbarian's enchanted sword, that's when he perceived the magic in her. But then, he has perceived magic in other beings too, some belonging to other races, but none so far that he could call true wizards. So he believes then, that she is also a magic user yet he has no idea of the extension of her magical powers. He just assumes that only one of the "robed" mages have the knowledge to undo his spell.))


(IC:)

The black haired woman in white shirt still sounded unconvinced, distrustful. She was smart, Kundahn thought, but that was not the point now. He made up his mind. He was going. Whatever they would venture in, he didn’t care. There were seven mighty, all together, or they would be, if the woman didn’t keep discouraging them.

“When can we depart?” he asked Miriani, perplexing the others with his brusque and unseemly sudden acceptance. “What?” he scoffed at their suspicious glances. “I also want a stake at the dragon,” he lied. “I say we kill these dreadful, evil villains,” he said with impetus. Then he hemmed, thinking he better settle down a bit. He knew he exaggerated, but hoped the others would feel as enthusiastic.

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Slyknife
01/19/2002 1:52 PM

((OOC: Crimson, lets make this staged after shattered haven, that way, our characters know each other.))

"I have known Solara for quite some time now, and I've known she has good judgement, I'm in." Cindertanin said, still regaining balance. "If two wrongs don't make a right then... do two lefts make a right?"
-Slyknife Windslayer, the Mentally blonde Kender

starlite4774
01/19/2002 2:17 PM

((OOC:

he thinks Stacey's more of a renegade wizard or the like, mainly because of her attire and the way she can fight with a sword


Actually...I never thought about it much, but that's closer to the truth...I never thought about Stacey taking the Test. She was apprenticed, but the Witch Hunt never developed...I guess this is between that and when she got here because she can't go home yet...

Anyways, she hasn't taken the Test and technically speaking, she isn't very powerful. It's just that her magic is so unorthodox...she developes spells and techniques that no "real" mage would think of because of all her backround in science...

She wears a red cape because she is loyal to Luni and doesn't like robes. So she isn't a renegade nor a real mage...she's just weird. :)))

Seeing that no one was taking her argument much to heart, and that Miriani wasn't about to be persuaded by her words or by numbers, the mage fell silent, and edged over to where Kundahn stood. He seemed different then the others...hearing her side...and yet he accepted this...

Quietly Stacey took her place by him, deciding she could trust him more than the others, all of whom seemed either arrogant, ignorant, or were just not paying attention (Ayeka :))."I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/19/2002 9:02 PM

"I want some money up front. I need a new sword, a good one, and that costs much gold coins. I am sure that all of us want, or need some capital before we leave, repair armour, ay off debts, that sort of thing." Growled the barbarian, who was lounging in his chair, said, as he motioned the recently returned innkeeper to bring him a drink... From a small pouch he pulled out a fighting knife, which none of the others had noticed on him before. It was a big knife blade, about twelve inches of steel, which hung in a sheath at the small of his back. He produced a whetstone, and began the sharpening of the weapon, which was already razor sharp. His head turned to where Stacey was, and she heard "You may as well accept, you will in the long run. Also she is going to betray us, sooner or later. Accept that too. However, she won't, so long as two things happen, she can use us, or we prove to be too dangerous, and unified that she won't dare..." Stacey heard the words clearly, and recognized the voice, but didn't see Adamant moving his mouth, nor did any of the others seem to hear what Adamant was saying...

OOC- Adamant is not magical, however he is able to project words through a form of telepathy, which he usually uses to talk to horses. However, he learned he could project his thoughts to other humans, though it requires more concentration. That is what the whetstone is for, doing a repetitive action which seemed to occupy his thoughts, while projecting his thoughts to Stacey...

Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Crimson
01/20/2002 4:58 AM

(OOC: One problem slyknife. Shattered heaven was 5th age. There is still conventional magic. Unless Cindertanin is out of normal the timeline.)Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Slyknife
01/20/2002 10:37 AM

((OOC: Cindertanin doesn't draw from the moons he draws from the energy he consumes, that's why he has to so often.))

Cindertanin nodded, "I think his request is reasonable.""You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

Magia
01/20/2002 12:03 PM

(OCC:


or were just not paying attention (Ayeka :)).


LOL! Poor Kalia. I know how it sucks when you can't connect. Hopefully she'll join soon. Meantime, let's try to explain why she's been quiet :)

Oh, Silvermagges...I wanted to know where exactly are we? I believe the town were we're headed is far? I want to look at the maps and see what places we will cross and what places we can stop. Also, what foes may appear along the way. ))

(IC:

Kundahn’s spirits heightened. Everyone had complied, it seemed. He glanced at the golden-haired woman from the corner or his eye. Everyone, save the vampire one. All the time she had kept quiet, perhaps deep in thoughts. Maybe she still doubted, struggled with herself, just like Kundahn himself did, finding it hard to believe whatever it was that was written to her in the letter.

It was too late now, Kundahn thought, looking back at the others. Just like all of them, it had already ensnared her so much as to have made her leave everything else behind to come to the Inn. Kundahn stared at the window panes. Or maybe she was just worried about dawn, he smirked.

The sun was coming up brightly over the horizon, enveloping the land in a warm amber coverlet. Though he wasn’t indebted, the big man had been right about getting themselves loaded with gear. It would be a rough journey so they’d better be prepared and properly outfitted for any obstacle they may encounter. Powerful as they were, the seven of them united may not deem as powerful against an army of ogres. He felt he couldn’t agree more with Adamant. No doubt mistress Miriani would provide all these things. It’s the least she can do, after all, she might as well be sending them to their doom. Even a gully dwarf could tell she was not telling everything.

Kundahn turned to the black-haired woman standing near him. She hadn’t so much as breathed out a word of assent, yet he knew she was coming, just by her silence. She was going because she had narrowed it down that she had no other choice. He had to admire Miriani for that. Seems she had quite a time to scheme things flawless.

Kundahn sighed. The sooner they planned everything, the sooner they’d leave. Feeling at ease now that Solinari was out of sight, Kundahn lifted his hood.

(OCC: Kundahn's visage in next post. )



“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

[Edited by Magia on Sunday, January 20, 2002 12:10 PM]

Silvermagess
01/20/2002 3:47 PM

(OCC: Right now we are in Palanthas. I can't remeber if I named the little town yet. Yeah, I guess it will be far though. Its out of the way though and is not a famous local. Next time I post I will make have those details up. I'm really just winging this right now.

I really hope Kalia gets to post some. Its a bummer that she hasn't been able to. And I'm dying to know how someone can be half-vampire.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Black_Panther
01/20/2002 4:07 PM

OOC -(Probably the same way that Blade is half human vamp... speaking of Blade, has anyone seen the previews for Blade 2?)Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Black_Panther
01/20/2002 6:07 PM

IC- Adamant looked out the window, and the half open door, his knife still ringing against the whetstone. From the door, a faint whiny sort of sound entered the tavern. Adamant shot from the chair, his whetstone disappearing into the horsehide clothing, and a second knife was pulled from a sheath at his belt. Outside the door, a pair of half orcs, whose identity was hidden by a cloak, were being attacked by a black stallion. The magnificent animal had already struck one of the half orcs, and crushed its knee. Adamant struck like a viper, the long knife struck downward, severing the wounded half orcs spine. The barbarian tried to rip the weapon from the corpse, but the blade was stuck. A third half orc leaped from the side, and grabbed the barbarian. The inhuman strenght held the barbarian motionless for a second or two, but the powerful man broke the hold with an elbow to the face, which shattered the jaw of the ugly pig man. The barbarian reached over his shoulder, and grabbed the half-orc, and threw it through the door into the midst of the group. The third half orc began to flee, and was meet by the second knife which was thrown and struck the orc in the back, dropping the creature...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

starlite4774
01/20/2002 7:42 PM

((OOC: Why do I not remember DL having orcs?))

Stacey darted out the door after the barbarian, practically flowing through the confused crowd with practiced skill. Outside she saw three half-orcs harrasing a beautiful black stallion. The mage skitted to a stop before the splendid beast and watched in awe as it brought it's powerful legs to bear on one of its disgusting attackers. The half-orc fell to the ground with a cry of pain and was quickly finished by the barbarian.

Glancing over, the mage decided not to get in Adamant's way. Besides, she was entraced by the shimmering coat of the paniced horse, the strength in its trembling muscles, and the liquid grace present even in it's angry movements.

Moving quickly and quietly to the stallion's side, Stacey didn't think twice before raising a hand and laying it softly on the beast's silky nose. It snorted, then quieted, stopping it's rearing and rash movements in deference to the young woman's touch. Stacey smiled. Horses had always been her love but never her talent, but this one...it seemed to whisper to her soul, adding pure and simple beauty even through the torrential rain.

A loud squeal brough the real world rushing back to the mage and she looked up in time to see Adamant execute a brilliant throw and take out the last attacker. A gleam of silver caught her eye and she looked down to see the barbarian's first knife stuck in the first corpse. With a few whispered words, the mage removed the knife which had seem stuck fast and held it up just as Adamant turned back towards the tavern.

Stacey smiled at the barbarian. "This yours?""I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Slyknife
01/20/2002 8:35 PM

Cindertanin stepped out and saw a full orc with a club running into an ally. Cindertanin jumped to the roof with little effort, and stalked his prey silently, the orc sat behind a building and began to get up, as he stepped into clear view Cindertanin leapt down, stopping just before he hit the ground, levitateing. Unsheathing his dagger the orc turned and saw the Demon, in full rage, slice the club at the handle and elbow the orc in the chest.

"Years ago I gave you that scar on your face, and you've still lived off of others. I warned you, understand 2 things. 1 I gave you a chance. And 2, I am Cindertanin, the assassin." Cindertanin said while sticking the dagger in the back of the orc who began to get pale, shrivel and crumble into dust that faded away. Cindertanin walked back, cloak blowing in the breeze."You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

Magia
01/20/2002 11:48 PM

(OOC: Thought I'd put a pic of Kundahn for a brief time. That's how he looks normally, without the dark lavender cloak that he uses to conceal himself during the night. His eyes are blue but very clear. From afar you can hardly tell the irises from the rest of the eye.)

Umm....I don't remember orcs in Dragonlace either. I'll refer to it as creature because Kundahn doesn't know what they are for he has never seen one. ))

Kundahn headed towards Miriani. “Now about this red robe,” he began to ask her, trying to get more information, but stopped when he saw Miriani frowning at something. He followed her sight and saw the big brute, Adamant, rushing out of the tavern. It appeared some sort of tumult was arising outside. Then the woman mage followed him and then the demon. Kundahn furrowed a brow. He was just about to take a look ouside himself when suddenly a dark-cloaked figure darted into the tavern, almost knocking him down on the way, and landed with a heavy thud. The people jumped out of their seats and gaped mutely at the figure. The barmaids receded into the kitchen.

“What's all this commotion?” he asked Miriani with a glare, as if she knew. The woman shook her head at him, and then her eyes widened as she looked over Kundahn’s shoulder. Kundahn turned around and saw the dark-cloaked figure straightening. The figure looked straight at him and snarled. Kundahn turned deathly pale when he saw the repulsive humanoid beast.

“What in the name of…” The creature suddenly lunged at him. Kundahn gasped and ducked swiftly. “A friend of yours?” he asked Merrick with a grin.

The creature rapidly rose again and turned around. He began stalking Kundahn. “Hey!,” he protested. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s the Knight too. Right over there,” he pointed at Merrick. Merrick snorted. Kundahn reeled as the creature approached. He took his staff with both hands and pointed it threateningly at the creature. He glanced at the vampire and the elf. “Ladies are allowed to fight too,” he taunted.

The creature hurled himself at the thief. Kundahn twirled his staff and swept the creature’s feet, knocking him down. He glanced briefly outside before looking at Merrick.

“Seems the others are kept entertained,” he said to him. The creature suddenly bolted upright in a furious snarl. He thwarted Kundahn’s blow, snatched his staff and took him surprisingly by the collar. Kundahn grunted. He kicked furiously at his attacker. He looked at Solara who was closest. “Solara!…” he gasped.
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

[Edited by Magia on Monday, January 21, 2002 12:01 AM]

Crimson
01/21/2002 1:06 AM

Solara was lost in thought after she accepted. Wondering what they could tell her about her father. When suddenly she heard a cry "Solara!..".

Instanly she came to her senses. Sword in hand she saw the comming Orc. With a gracefull move she dodged the oncomming foe. With a kick to it's feet, she tripped the orc. Then without another thought drove the short sword through the creatures skull.

Using a piece of cloth she cleaned her sword. "Thanks." she said to Kundahn. She sheathed her sword and pulled out her bow, aiming for the closest enemie.

((OOC: A request to Black Panther. Could you please use alinea's and empty lines. I always lose focus with large blots of text. So please make more use of your enter button.))Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Silvermagess
01/21/2002 6:55 AM

(OCC: Yeah, there are no Orcs on Ansalon, but some of the characters on this thread are proably already bending the rules. I know I said I would figure out where we are going, but I have been distracted. Besides, this is getting good.)

IC: Merrick hadn't attack right away because of curiousity. He wanted to see how the youngsters did. Were they all just talk? Or were they the real deal?

But, now he itching to get in there and have a little fun. Unsheathing his sword, he walked out of the tavern.

So far he was impressed with these people even though most of them seem to have some magical power. Most mages always assumed that there was nothing to a physical fight. These people though seemed to realize that the body was as valuable as the mind.

Another one of the ugly brutes charged past him. He tripped it and in one clean swipe beheaded it."There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Black_Panther
01/21/2002 1:18 PM

(OOC- Sorry, I was just going through my monsters handbook, and was trying to figure out what creature would attack Adamant, looking for his horse. Half-orcs have the inteligence and could get into Palanthas. If you really want to, I could switch it to half-ogrees. They live in Krynn. And Silvermagess, where did the fifth guy come from. There was only the three (plus cindertain's orc...) ?)

IC- Adamant looked around, to see where his horse had gotten to, and saw the female mage, patting his horse. He growled a low throaty growl, his teeth shinning as were another two blades he had pulled from somewhere. "You seem to have a light touch with the horses mistress of magica." He looked at his black stallion, the marvelous beast seemed to comunicate with him. He then blinked, as if what he heard had suprised him. "He likes you, unusual. Very unusual. The last human other than me to touch him he killed. However, I would still suggest you keep yourself away from the hooves, and teeth, he is very fussy about them." The knives blinked away as fast as they had come, and you couldn't tell where he put the knives, or even if they had simply disappeared. Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Slyknife
01/21/2002 1:33 PM

((OOC: Even the simplest races know to use back up if they get attacked, but this one was a coward, so it left, basically it seemed like a fun thing, killing orcs! Besides, I let this one leave in a book I am writing, so figured I should kill it sometime, I just needed to put how I did it on paper, so that's about it, can we get back to the bar/tavern/place? And also I just had a normal post on "I had a thought once....ouch" about everyone meeting one day, so if you ever had that thought, read up on it!))"You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

Magia
01/21/2002 4:10 PM

(OCC: Should we call them half-ogres then? )



Sword in hand she saw the comming Orc.


hmm..I tried to say that the damn thing was strangling Kundahn. Ok, no problem. He shouldn't complain now that he's saved, right? ))

When Solara unsheated her sword, the half-ogre turned to her and dropped Kundahn. Kundahn panted, rubbing at his throat. He picked up his staff. He noticed Merrick switch glances to Solara but remaining still.

"I'm sure it's quite amusing," Kundahn snapped. He struggled into a seat. Merrick did not move, but remained watching intently. "Well? Don't you plan to help her?" he asked, and then he saw Solara driving the sword through the creature's head, killing it instantly. "Nevermind!" Kundahn huffed.

"Thanks," Solara said to Kundahn. Kundahn raised his brows. She was actually thanking him for killing the beast? He should be thanking her for saving him. What kind of crazy bunch were these heroes? They all seemed to strive for bloodshed.

"No problem," he replied with a lop-sided grin. 'Name of the Gods, he thought, what have I gotten myself into? He ordered for some ale. The barmaids reluctantly came out of the kitchen, and one attended to him, bringing him the ale. He drank it fervently. Then he saw Merrick heading to the door.

"Now what? Where are you going?" he asked. Merrick dissapeared from the threshold. "Damn," Kundahn muttered. He took another sip of his ale.
He hoped the others were done with the killing soon. The more they were distracted, the more the whole thing delayed.

The barmaid looked at him. "Um, sir...who will rid of the..er...body?" she stammered. Kundahn looked at the blood coated creature.

"Don't look at me," he replied. The barmaid looked at the other few men at the Inn. They all averted their eyes and pretended to do something else. The barmaid sighed.“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

starlite4774
01/21/2002 5:09 PM

Stacey rolled her eyes at the barbarian. Too many threats floated around this world...well, more went around her home town than probably this whole world but at least people weren't supposed to take them seriously!!

To illustrate her point, the young mage jumped slightly and swung onto the back of the large stallion. He snorted and then moved to accomodate her slight weight. Stacey grinned. It had been years since she had rode a horse--though stopping had been voluntary as she had had a great scare after being thrown from the back of a stop-on-a-dime tennessee walker. She gulped now, realizing this horse could throw her with much more power, but he didn't, shifting to help her attain balance.

The barbarian clenched his fists and growled again. Stacey reached forward and patted the horse on the head before sliding back to the ground with soft grace. "Oh, lighten up," she said to the seething Adamant. "As we're going to work together, we might as well at least pretend to act civil," she said, her tone carefully neutral as she said goodbye to the magnificant beast.

The mage paused for a moment and stood in silence. She learned more about people that way then by talking back and was curious to see how the barbarian would respond. Hers was a forceful personality, but she was open to all ideas. When he didn't respond she sighed and made a move to go back in the tavern, moving slow enough to allow for some last minute reaction.

((OOC: hehe. I love horses. You don't happen to have another do ya? :P))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
01/21/2002 7:17 PM

(OCC: Sorry, got a little caught up with the action. I'm just coming off a masive head cold, so sometimes I might forget some details. Half-Orcs or ogres, it's all the same to me. Okay, I know they aren't the same thing, but in this story for all intents and purposes they can be.

Oh yeah, the town we will be going to will be New Falls and its kind of between the high clerist's tower and Solanthus. If you need more details, just ask.)"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Black_Panther
01/21/2002 8:47 PM

As Stacey began walking back, and managed to begin entering the door, the barbarians knife, the one he had went and retrieved from the fleeing half-ogree, thunked into the doorway causing Stacey to halt in her tracks, and by reflex alone she had drawn her sword, in case another knife flew her way. "MMMM, If you will wait a moment Mistress Magicka I need to know something. Do you feel the horse, feel the way the horse is behaving. From what I have seen, this stallion needs an owner, someone that is willing to enter into a partnership with him. He will defend you, protect you, however you must be willing to do the same for him. You must also feed him, and put his welfare above your own. Are you willing to enter the responsibility, which this will entail?" The barbarian growled.

OOC- If you want the stallion you can have it, it isn't Adamant's horse, however the half-ogree's master wants the horse quite badly. Adamant rescued the beast from being beaten by the ogree's master. Adamant's horse is a Nightmare... Also, the reason that Adamant threw the knife was as a warning about what would happen if she mistreated the horse, not to threaten her...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Crimson
01/22/2002 1:21 AM

((OOC: She thanked him for warning him.

But I am also very lost. Where is everybody at the moment.

As for horse, Solara doesn't have one. She doesn't like them.

But can anyone give me us a recap of where everyone is?))Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Magia
01/22/2002 12:50 PM

(OCC:


((OOC: She thanked him for warning him.


I see. Guess I also got confused. Anyway, the reply would've been the same. :)


But I am also very lost. Where is everybody at the moment.

As for horse, Solara doesn't have one. She doesn't like them.

But can anyone give me us a recap of where everyone is?))


Well, let me try:

We were all inside the tavern, when Adamant sensed something and went outside to defend the horse from I gather were just 3 orcs/ogres. Then Stacey went out after him, followed by Cindertanin.

That left Merrick, Solara, Ayeka, Kundahn and Mistress Miriani inside the tavern.

Adamant killed two orc/ogres and the other he hurled into the tavern.
Meanwhile Cindertanin was fighting his own battle with a new orc (a real orc) with which he had unfinished business.

Inside the tavern, Kundahn was startled with the creature, who without apparent reason started to attack him. Merrick didn't rush into action at first, mainly because he wanted to see just how capable were the youngsters in defending themselves. Kundahn was trying fight against the orc/ogre but the ogre caught him by surprise. Solara then intervened and saved him, killing the orc with her sword.

Merrick went outside the tavern (he wanted some action himself and went looking for more of the creatures).

Kundahn is frustrated. He wants to leave as soon as possible and thinks they're just wasting time.

Solara prepares her bow in case there are more upcoming enemies.

Ayeka is... witnessing everything that's happening. She's in the tavern alongside her wolf.

Adamant and Stacey talk about the stallion, which comes with Adamant yet belongs to the half/orcs's masters. Seeing that the stallion likes Stacey, he grants her the stallion and challenges her to take care of it.


I think that's more or less it.

Since there seems to be not much on our path (From Palanthas to Solanthus) then we might as well come up with new places and foes before we arrive to the town. ))“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

starlite4774
01/22/2002 2:27 PM

((OOC: I think you got it Magia.

Yay! I get a horse!! I was waiting for the right moment to get a familiar...I was going to have a red dog cuz my doggie here is red...hehe. But a horse is good too.

Has anyone here read the Golden Compass? I love how they have daemons...maybe I'll get one of those. hehe. That'd be so cool. Hm...crossover...

Btw, Silvermagess, I hope you feel better!! (You did say you had a cold...?)))

Stacey jumped as the dagger shot past her head and stuck fast in the wood. Anger welled in her throat and her hand automatically went for her titanium sword. The mage spun but Adamant's expression stopped her from doing anything rash with her magic.

He looked very serious as he explained how the horse needed an owner, someone who understood the beast and would care for it with all her power.

Stacey looked at the magnificance animal and in that moment it stopped being just that and started being a companion. The horse whinied softly, and laid back its ears. Somewhere on the breeze, the mage could swear she heard him calling to her...

The mage smiled. "Sagittarius," she whispered in her native language. Sagittarius seemed to smile back and tossed his head proudly.

Stacey turned back to the barbarian. "I, Stacey Ali, give you my word that as long as I draw breath, no harm shall come to Sagittarius."

((OOC: I got it, Sly!! I'm a Sagittarius!! (Or at least I would be if the stars didn't move...) Great name. hehe. Note: I put it in italics because it's an english word and as this is all supposed to be in Common...))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Kalia_Majere
01/22/2002 10:40 PM

OOC: :) :) :D :D TA-DA :D :D :) :) I am back!! *Jaw drops to floor* Yikes! oh boy...catch up time...THanks for keeping my character in it!! Thanks alot!!

BIC: Ayeka frowned, and stood. She sheathed her silver blade, and walked outside. She noticed most of the group had managed to get ready to leave. Ayeka motioned Towards the wolf at her side, She made a sharp jesture. Jenna Threw her head back and howled before setting off at a dead run down the road.

Ayeka brought two fingers to her lips and let out a peircing whistle. A Sharp, Screaming Neigh rang clear. From behind the inn, a Large Black Horse cantered up to her. ((Basic look for the horse...to those who have ever seen "Lady Hawke" The horse that Captain Navare used, Goliath))
"Woah...NightHeart...Easy Girl." Ayeka grabbed the pommel of the saddle, and lept up. The Battle mare reared, and hopped forward easily on her hind legs before dropping back down to all fours.

"Looks like this group is worth traveling with..." she said clearly as she allowed the mare to step into the sunlight. "My name is Ayeka Drache...Bounty Hunter...The wolf is Jenna....My Mare's name is NightHeart. It will be my pleasure to help." She said softly, her violet/blue eyes bright.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Black_Panther
01/22/2002 10:54 PM

IC- "You may have the horse then, however, the first task you must set yourself at to prove your worth of the horse, is for the two of us to take a small detour after leaving and take care of the horse's former owner. The horse's old owner, misused the animal, and now wants to take posecion of it once more. The owner is a master tactician, a mercenary general of some renown, and lives in some small town, (in whatever direction in which the place we are going to defend lives...). The mercenary general employs a mage of the black robes, and has canon fodder of fifty or so pigmen like those two (points), as well as a small cadre of human troops, ten well trained fighters, humans. Also there is a tribe of hobgobs which have some sort of arrangment with Dvertic (Ver-tig) DeTyranus. (Dvertic the Tyrant). I don't know if those others wish to accompany us...

(OOC- Adamant deliberatly uses the word owner to describe the former one in posesion, because of the abuse which the magnificent beast underwent. Also, I just wanted to add a secondary conflict to the primary one, that is a bit different, launching a comando raid on the castle of DeTyranus.)Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Crimson
01/23/2002 1:03 AM

Seein there were no more coming foes, Solara released the tension on her bow. And put it away. "I have no horse, and they don't like me. So if you can show me on a map where the town is. I will get there on my own." she said bluntly.

(ooc: and Black_panther, I'm asking you again nicely. Could you please use your enter button in you posts more often. Devide it in alinea's please.)Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Slyknife
01/23/2002 9:51 AM

Cindertanin reappeared in the tavern, this time landing on his side. "Damnit!" He said.

"I'm going to acompany Adamant when they leave, but I thik it be best to do our first quest.... well first." Cindertanin felt redundant.

Sitting on a stool he relaxed and waited for the rest to come inside... hopfully with no more distractions.

((OOC: Crimson, this may also be redundant, but is this good? (the spaceing))) "You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

starlite4774
01/23/2002 1:48 PM

((OOC: KALIA!!!!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!! :P:P:P:P:PP:D:):):):):):):):):D:D:D
:D:D:D:D:D:D:DD:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:):):):):):):P:P:P:D:):P:):P:)

Mirror's been getting to me while you were gone. Can you tell?? :P

Black_Panther, first I agree that you need to learn to use Enter. A lot.

Second, I'm all for a side quest to kill the guy who hurt my horsie :). However, Silvermagess, if this interferes too much, let us know and we'll stick to the main plot and...start a new thread. If we have to. Yeah, that'll work.))

Stacey's first stubborn reaction was to tell Adamant to shove it. She was way too damn curious about this quest to start another. But then he mentioned a tyrant who had abused her new horse...

He wants to avange a horse? she thought then, a little shocked. Her respect for the barbarian went up a few notches. She quickly swallowed her words and bowed to Adamant.

Then she swung up onto the horse. Sagittarius pranced with anxious grace and she shifted to compensate. They moved as one. Ah, so this is what my teacher was talking about... the mage thought with a satisfied smile.

"Adamant, it would be my pleasure to assist you in taking down the Tyrant Dvertic. However, as we have already agreed to our current quest, it would not be honorable to leave without permission or more people," she grinned, ruining the flow of her little speech. "More people make the work go faster..."

At that moment, the strange woman with the violet/blue eyes stepped out of the Inn and made her anouncement that she had accepted this quest. Stacey missed her name and so decided to go introduce herself.

Sagittarius moved automatically, seeming to obey the mage's thoughts rather than her commands. Stacey edged her horse over to the woman's. Bright light fell on both the horses and while the woman's was a beautiful black, Sagittarius had more than a little blue in her glossy coat.

Stacey stuck out her hand. "Stacey Ali, mage, human, Earthling, whatever. And this is Sagittarius," she said proudly. "Adamant and I," she pointed to the barbarian. "are looking for people to help us on a small errand we shall be doing on the way to our troubled city. You wouldn't be interested in making our work a little easier would you? Well, it isn't exactly work...put it this way, deserving heads will roll!" "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/23/2002 4:42 PM

OOC. Me Sorry Crimson. I just get caught up in the ideas, and stuff, and forget to space...
Oh and Silvermagess I don't mean to dominate your rp, if the vengance for the horse bit starts to interfere in the original intention, we can write it out fairly easily...


IC- "True we need to help those pathetic village people, and greetings to you also, dread Mistress." (Aimed at Ayeka)

Adamant too whistled, summoning a fire breathing creature of flame and darkness. Its flaming mane, and tail flowed through the wind like a deadly whisper, and even the hooves were wreathed in flames. Long viperish fangs and a permanent aura of danger seemed to surround the creature.
"This is my steed, Bough'd Kiand or Frozen Flames"
Looking at the steed, there was a small bit of blood with which the companions (or at least those outside with Adamant) could see dripping from the fangs, and the hooves looked slightly scuffed, as though they had been in a fight recently...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Silvermagess
01/23/2002 5:16 PM

(OCC: I don't mind the side-quest. It should make things more interesting. Some of the characters could split up. But, the village is going to be okay for a while.)

IC: "If you need to take care of some matters by all means go ahead." Said Miriani, a smirk on her face.

"As for your advance. Just ask the barkeep. I believe that the amount I have left shall more than suffice. We shall see each other when you all finally reach the town."

(OCC: The advance pay should be what ever the characters will need.) "There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Magia
01/23/2002 11:01 PM

(OCC: Welcome back, Kalia! :) ))

“I’ll take care of it,” said the bartender to the barmaid. “It’s becoming customary for me to rid of other people’s scum,” he muttered, giving a scornful, irritated look at the wild youngsters, whom he thought instigators of the disturbance.

His words were unheard by Kundahn, who watched Miriani and the vampire woman walk outside. He left his half-emptied mug of ale and followed them. Soon the thief and half-elf joined the rest near the entrance of the tavern.

He saw the magic-user fondling a black horse, and the vampire woman had beckoned to another radiant black mare. Solara was not amused.

“I have no horse, and they don't like me. So if you can show me on a map where the town is. I will get there on my own," the half-elfmaiden said.

“I don’t think Mistress Miriani thought of this as a horse-riding quest,” Kundahn said nonchalantly to the half-elf. “Unless she missed that detail,” he added with a snort. He looked at the road and the blurry contour of mountains at the far horizon. “I don’t own a horse either, but I doubt it’ll be much use. I don’t have a clue to where this…Camain town or whatever that she mentioned is, but there’s hardly ever an easy trail astray the main roads. Halfway well probably run into deep, strong current rivers or high steeped mountains or such.”

Adamant, the vampire woman and the magic user were talking among themselves. He heard them speak their names finally. Stacey Ali was the magic user and the vampire’s name was Ayeka Drache. Something about their talk didn’t agree with him. They were planning on derailing from Miriani’s quest to pursue another, apparently regarding Stacey’s new stallion. Kundahn’s jaw sagged. They meant to get the group divided. He didn’t like the sound of that.

Adamant called onto an ethereal fire stallion, but Kundahn was more stunned with Miriani’s absentminded consent than the animal itself. He was crestfallen. His opportunity to reach the red-robe mage seemed to wither. His personal quest would only prosper unburdened with the entirety of them. If weren’t but for the dragon, he’d had ventured forthwith by himself to the town. Like kender, stealing comes to him as an instinct, his cunning stealth reducing them to amateurs; yet unlike them, he isn’t immune to dragonfear. Miriani had said they’d meet again at the town. But would they?
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Kalia_Majere
01/24/2002 12:28 AM

OOC: Ameture's in stealth? you don't know my character well do you? think of BLADE!

BIC: Ayeka smiled warily. She looked from the horse to the girl to the barbarian and back again. NightHeart Snorted, and pawed the ground. As if in silent commune with the Battlemare, Ayeka nodded and smiled. "Alright...I would join you...only because of NightHeart here....She means a lot to me...I would not want to see her abused." Ayeka held out her hand and shook Stacey's offered hand.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Crimson
01/24/2002 12:42 AM

"If you are suggesting we should travel together." she said with scorn, "Then just say so directly. But we will have to know where it is first." Turning her look at Miriani expectantly.

((OOC: Bad child hood. Distrusts most men. Doesn't like insinuations. And generally bad conversational skills.))Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Magia
01/24/2002 1:51 AM


OOC: Ameture's in stealth? you don't know my character well do you? think of BLADE!



Actually no. I have no idea. The only Blade I know is the one from the movies. Are you talking about a kender character u have? Because I was referring to kender.

I think it'd be foolish to make judgment upon characters I've not yet seen in action.

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

[Edited by Magia on Thursday, January 24, 2002 11:19 AM]

Magia
01/24/2002 2:31 AM


((OOC: Bad child hood. Distrusts most men. Doesn't like insinuations. And generally bad conversational skills.))


(( I take it she's a whole lot more bitter than Khundan. Uh, what's there to insinuate? She said if she had a map she'd go alone to the town. He's also heading there for his own purposes. It would gather as obvious that they travel together, but not necessarily. He's been travelling alone for quite sometime, long before he got the letter. He just wants to get there and make sure the others are there too for the final battle. As for the conversational skills....the least thing in his mind is to make friends. Like I said in another post, he trusts no one. He just had similar sentiments about horses and pointed them out. ))

He sensed the disdain in her words.

"Rather pushy today, aren't we?" he retorted. "It is also in my interests to know were we are headed, for I do especially want to arrive there, but if you'd rather travel alone, lady Solara, by all means, be my guest."

He looked at Miriani. "Now, Miriani, would you please tell us where the town is."


(OCC: I find it that many ppl tend to make their own conjectures about what other people try to say. I suppose it may happen often in RPG, but seeing it's my first RPG, I feel disconcerted. I think I'll write more OOC lines to explain further what my character really means and why he acts or says certain things, as I intend to upset no one in this game.))
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Silvermagess
01/24/2002 5:53 AM

IC: "The town," said Miriani, "Is fourty miles southeast from Palanthas, along a bend in a small stream."

"Take this." She handed a small device to Khundan. Its a small, ornamental compass.

"This is a small magic device. I have set it to help you find the town. Just follow the arrow."

Merrick had already decided he would be going to the town, just not necessarily with the others. If he could manage to use his curse to his disadvantage, he could get there hours ahead of them and even scout out the town.

(OCC: If you need more information about where it is, then go ahead. But, ask more specific questions.

The compass works just as she said. If you want to know how to set it to find a different location, you have to twist the dial counterclockwise first and say the name of what you want to find.

And if you want to know about Merrick's curse, you will have to wait a tiny bit longer. It's a long story.)
"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

starlite4774
01/24/2002 3:59 PM

((OOC: Wow. Sounds like everyone is getting snippity. :)))

Stacey shook Ayeka's hand firmly and then clicked her tongue at Sagittarius. Her horse moved off with liquid grace and circled before the tavern door. The mage looked at the group. She was grateful that Miriani hadn't objected to their side quest...she was still curious about the main quest, but it seemed darker now in light of this new one. She had a bad feeling about it...

The companions were now all outside and seemed ready to go. Stacey wondered briefly if any of them wanted to accompany her, the barb and Ayeka. She caught Solara's eyes and raised an eyebrow. The other looked at her with scorn and turned away. She's not coming... the mage thought with a roll of her eyes. She looked then to Merrick. The knight looked preoccupied and probably wouldn't come with them. She turned next to the demon and gave him a look. He gazed back at her.

Wanna come? she mouthed. He raised an eyebrow and the mage turned away to give him a chance to decide. Finally, she looked at Khundan. He was looking at Solara, with an expression that was both annoyed and fascinated.

Stacey "pinged" him, as she called it, sending a sharp jet of air into his back just hard enough to get his attention. He turned and looked and she gestured to Adamant and Ayeka and raised her eyebrow yet again in a questioning glance. She hoped he would come, his earlier objections left unsaid and his sudden acceptance had piqued her curiousity.

((OOC: Figured I'd give everyone the chance to join us. I also figured that Solara and Merrick definatly didn't want to. If I'm wrong let me know.))

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Black_Panther
01/24/2002 8:49 PM

OOC- My Char needs a new sword... horseman's sabre to be exact, and a good weapon at that, anybody have any ideas about cost, and where to get one? I lost my equipment list...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Crimson
01/25/2002 12:44 AM

((OOC: Sorry for mis interpreting what he said. But you must remember we are roleplaying. This is how Solara interpreted it. As for insunuating, she doesn't like beating around the bush. Sorry if I offended you))

By the way he responded. Solara knew he distrusted others. And since he was given the compass. She would have to travel with him. "I believe traveling with you won't be a big problem. I know I can trust someone, who trusts others the way I do. When do you propose to leave." she said in a blank tone.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Slyknife
01/25/2002 7:30 PM

((OOC: Solara can trust Cindertanin, they were in Shattered haven together. but uh, any direction we could have, I'm in hack 'n' slash mode!))"You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

Magia
01/27/2002 5:36 PM


((OOC: Sorry for mis interpreting what he said. But you must remember we are roleplaying. This is how Solara interpreted it.

((OCC: Her reply is understandable, considering her past. She’s all right. I was fine with that but for the side note.



Sorry if I offended you


In that case, I apologize too, for my reaction. I get easily piqued cause I go around with this fragile shield and so any simple blow can get past it and cause damage. (I’m talking about me, not my character. He’s got this solid wall set up around him which is pretty much invulnerable to sticks and stones. I should learn from him.)

Anyway, no hard feelings. Hand shake?

I want this journey to go on, so I’ll hold on to it. I just saw the newer threads and am amazed how many of you can manage different characters in several RPG at a time. Too confusing. I have trouble just with one. ))

IC:

Kundahn was scowling at the device in his hands, not really certain about the reliability of magicked artifacts, when suddenly he felt an unordinary cutting breeze jabbing unto his back. He turned around, for a moment bewildered until he caught Stacey looking at him. He immediately dawned she had done it with her magic. He cocked his head as he looked at her. She was gesturing him to join her, along with Adamant and Ayeka on their side quest.

If he joined them, he could rush them, maybe even help them to make things haste. Yes, he thought with a grin, he could do that…but… what if their quest wasn’t as easy to accomplish and they got further detained? The dragon and hobgoblins at Camain will spare not a minute of the habitant’s torment, nor they will wait till the summoned arrive before they wreck the town. Which in case, would mean that Miriani wouldn’t pay them as promised, for the job would not be fulfilled. Not that he believed she could, Kundahn sneered with contempt. He didn’t even care for the town’s fate, for that matter. He cared about his own fate, and that he’ll only change it with the help of the red-robe.

Solara, seeing that Kundahn had the compass was forced to accompany him, which made Kundahn chuckle despite himself. He sympathized with her. She seemed to be a loner, just like him. No doubt it would lighten his journey. He wasn’t used to travel with companionship, but it seemed it wouldn’t be much difference with her around. Not to mention her sword and bow may come in handy.

He looked once again at Stacey, and thought of a presumably sound excuse. Or the first he could find in the last minute.

“Lady Stacey, I would be delighted to join you and the others in your personal journey, but I reason it would be appropriate that some of us arrive first and unbeknownst to the town and once there record the necessary precautions for when the rest of you may arrive. If we have marked the guards’ positions and numbers together with the dragon, cleric and wizard’s, the mission will be more manageable to achieve. Furthermore, we don’t know exactly who these villains are or the extent of their power. I say we obtain at least some clue to what we’re dealing with before we--,” Solara was giving him a stern suspicious look and he couldn’t suppress a nervous cough, “attack,” he finished. Kundahn placed the device in his pocket. He looked at Stacey.

“I hope that’s alright with you,” he said.

“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

Silvermagess
01/29/2002 5:20 AM

(OCC: Aye, its a busy day for me. If only I could say I was busy because I had a job, sigh. Well on with the show.)

IC: "Actually I agree with the boy." Said Merrick. "In fact things are actually working out perfectly."

"Just try not to take too long." He said with a smirk. "Or else you are going to miss out on the real action."

Merrick was actually estactic. He could eaisly scout the village without any interferance. He wouldn't have to make any explanations for how he did it. He also wouldn't have to explain how he arrived days before anyone else without a horse.

"There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

Kalia_Majere
01/29/2002 12:13 PM

Ayeka held NightHeart in check with the pressure from her legs. She whispered to the mare soothingly, leaning forward in the saddle to scratch the mare under the halter. The Mare snorted and leaned her head into the scratching.

All could see that NightHeart wore no bit or standard bridal. The mare wore an intricately braided leather halter, inlayed with intricate silver tooling. The halter fitted loosely around the mare's head, and just under her chin, on the halter itself was a silver ring, into which the Leather Reins where threaded through.

Ayeka whispered to NightHeart in an ancient language...used only by VampireHunters. The Mare flicked her ears back, as if she understood every word.

Ayeka sat back in the saddle and looked at Stacey. "Well when do we leave?" she asked softly, as she continued to gently rub the Mare's neck.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Black_Panther
01/29/2002 2:55 PM

"We leave, as soon as I can get a blade. Can anyone recomend a swordsmith from whom I can buy a blade? I want a good quality weapon after all, and with the money that is behind that counter there, left by our erstwhile employeer, I should be able to afford one. Also, we will need food, and one or two other necessities..."Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Kalia_Majere
01/30/2002 12:22 AM

Ayeka looked over at him and shrugged. "I have no clue...I am here only in a mission of my own...I am ready as I am..." she said patting the saddle bags that rested across the front of her saddle.

"I don't need much...I tend to travel light...less to worry about." she said, shrugging as she pulled out a wine skin. She took a long drink, and from the look on her face...there was no wine, or water for that matter in the skin.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Black_Panther
02/03/2002 4:13 PM

"Very well then, I shall take my leave, and shall meet you here in a couple hours, when the sun goes down. I shall procure enough supplies for myself, and I would suggest that you do likewise." Adamant announced. He ordered his horse to stay, and went into the bar, and told the bartender to give him 300 gold peices, (i figure that should be about enough) which the bartender did. With the ten purses, each holding 30 gold peice were safely stowed away in his clothing, Adamant turned and left, saying "And Remember we meet here after dark, and leave Palanthas early the next morning." So saying he took his leave...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Slyknife
02/03/2002 4:55 PM

"Thankfully I'm a demon, all I need is my blade." Cindertanin said walking out the door, "I'll be back by sunup.""You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

starlite4774
02/03/2002 7:21 PM

Stacey nodded at Kundahn, respecting his decision and then nodded at the barbarian, accepting the delay. She sighed then and Sagittarius gave an answering snort.

The mage smiled softly and scratched the horse's silky ears, watching Ayeka out of the corner of her eye. She remembered now, one of the first thoughts she had had about this woman--that she might be a vampire. After all elves, dwarves...most of the non-human creatures on this world were straight out of her own childhood fairytales, why not vampires?

Ayeka took another pull from her wine skin and Stacey frowned at her expression. What the hell was she drinking? It couldn't be...didn't that have to be fresh?

Stacey shuddered and pushed the thought out of her mind. It was none of her business and that was good because she didn't want to know if she could at all help it. Reining in Sagittarius, she manuvered closer to Ayeka. The other was done drinking and the mage figured she had no one else to spend the next few hours with so...might as well get to know her new ally.

Forced smiles being one of her specialties, Stacey gave Ayeka a grand one. "What shall we do? Seems we have some time on our hands, any preferences?"

Without waiting for an answer, Stacey allowed Sagittarius to set the pace down the street. The sun sprang through the clouds and warmed her tanned skin. The mage made no move to shield herself from the piercing light, looking straight into the yellow-white star that provided for so much light--something she had been yelled at too many times to count. But she loved it, a straight on view was beautiful, the air itself seemed to become a prism, splitting sunlight into a thousand rainbow motes.

Stacey rode on easily and eventually closed her eyes. Krynn didn't sound so Krynnish at that moment and she almost thought she could hear the familiar buzz of suburban life in the distance. She was alone here as she had been alone at home, lost in a single moment. A voice intruded on her little world, but it was a welcome intrusion and she came to realize it was her own voice, singing in her own language.

"When I counted up my demons, saw there was one for everday...put the good ones on my shoulder, I drove the other ones away...and if you ever feeeel neglected...if you think that all is lost...I'll be counting up my demons...yayyy and know that Everything's Not Lost..."

((OOC: Time for Stacey and Ayeka to get acquainted. Or however the hell you spell that. Haha. Damn, I love this song.))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

starlite4774
02/08/2002 3:00 PM

"Well? Shall we?" Solara asked curtly to Kunduhn, watching the others in their group stand around and waste time. The sooner they got on the road, the sooner this job would be finished and the sooner she would no longer have to rely on any of these people to accomplish their goal.

Waiting but a minute, she started down the road.

((OOC: Ack, sorry so short, Magia.))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Slyknife
02/08/2002 4:10 PM

Cindertanin in the Lord of Souls realm wander about looking for something ((He'll catch up on the road,remember, he'll be their by sunup.))

"Finally, a hunt!" Cindertanin said as a Fallen One begins to wander from hit tribe. Cindertanin launched hiomself at the demon who screamed at his coming, not loud enough though. The blade passed through the back of his neck as his small body began the shrivel and crumble to dust. The vial was filled.

"You'd think creatures with this much energy might be more of a fight. Glad the 'Lord of Souls' bred them for us. The tribe member saw Cindertanin and fled to a nearby grove of dark trees. "The Cinder clan is pleased with your... Donation, I'll be sure to suggest you to my clan members" Cindertanin yelled at them laughing. "You know if there was one thing I think could help this, it'd be putting a gnome in a cannon" Solaris said.
"You always want to put a gnome in a cannon" Paedon said smiling.
"Yeah, but haven't you?" Solaris added.

Kalia_Majere
02/08/2002 6:11 PM

Ayeka allowed NightHeart to follow Sagittarius as she studied her companion closely. She looked down at Jenna, and sighed. The Girl wasn't Kiri, but She was close...Their actions, and the way they laughed...they where so alike....

Ayeka shook her head, forcing Kiri's face out of her mind. She smiled to Stacey but said nothing at first. Then she patted NightHeart's neck and said softly. "where ever is fine with me...I have been traveling for a long time....and my journey will not end easily or soon." she sat up in the saddle and moved to that Nightheart was shoulder to shoulder to Sagittarius.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Black_Panther
02/08/2002 8:23 PM

Adamant made his way casually down the street, with his height he towered over the citizens of Palanthas. As he passed through the streets he looked inside the half open doors, which were opened to allow the cool morning breeze through. Finally he stopped at one, entered the building which contained many different swords. He approached the storekeeper, "I want a blade, about this long, (held arms out to appropriate length,) with a strong curve."
"A heavy cavalry sabre should do the trick." the inkeeper told the Barbarian, handing the huge man a heavy sabre, which he hefted experimentally.
"Anything to test the weapon against?"
"Try the practice dummy in the back"
Adamant took the weapon to the back room, bringing the weapon above his head, and going into a kata. The heavy sword seemed like a knife in the barbarians hand, the weapon dancing through the forms. After two minutes of doing the forms, the Barbarian approached the practice dummy, bringing the new weapon flaching downward in an arc which struck the dummy cleaving the wooden figure from end to end. Adamant returned the sword to the storekeeper. "Have you got anything else?" The storekeeper handed him a different sword, which he returned almost imediatly. "Anything else?" At the storekeeper saying no, he continued on to the next store, where his preformance was repeated, and then a third store.

By this time it was starting to get approach mid-day. Not having found anything, he entered another store, where he bought supplies, including food rations, greek fire, (in case of a troll) a small tent, a pair of wineskins, a flask of brandy (for cleaning cuts), a grapling hook, and 100 feet of rope, a half dozen torches, 40 arrows, and quivers for them, as well as a horseman's bow, and a pair of hand-axes. When he had his supplies, he returned to the hunt for a decent weapon.

He went through the stores, finally settling on a sword, and returned to the inn to meet his newfound companions...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Black_Panther
02/08/2002 8:26 PM

Adamant made his way casually down the street, with his height he towered over the citizens of Palanthas. As he passed through the streets he looked inside the half open doors, which were opened to allow the cool morning breeze through. Finally he stopped at one, entered the building which contained many different swords. He approached the storekeeper, "I want a blade, about this long, (held arms out to appropriate length,) with a strong curve."
"A heavy cavalry sabre should do the trick." the inkeeper told the Barbarian, handing the huge man a heavy sabre, which he hefted experimentally.
"Anything to test the weapon against?"
"Try the practice dummy in the back"
Adamant took the weapon to the back room, bringing the weapon above his head, and going into a kata. The heavy sword seemed like a knife in the barbarians hand, the weapon dancing through the forms. After two minutes of doing the forms, the Barbarian approached the practice dummy, bringing the new weapon flaching downward in an arc which struck the dummy cleaving the wooden figure from end to end. Adamant returned the sword to the storekeeper. "Have you got anything else?" The storekeeper handed him a different sword, which he returned almost imediatly. "Anything else?" At the storekeeper saying no, he continued on to the next store, where his preformance was repeated, and then a third store.

By this time it was starting to get approach mid-day. Not having found anything, he entered another store, where he bought supplies, including food rations, greek fire, (in case of a troll) a small tent, a pair of wineskins, a flask of brandy (for cleaning cuts), a grapling hook, and 100 feet of rope, a half dozen torches, 40 arrows, and quivers for them, as well as a horseman's bow, and a pair of hand-axes. When he had his supplies, he returned to the hunt for a decent weapon.

He went through the stores, finally settling on a sword, and returned to the inn to meet his newfound companions...Cry Havoc, and Let slip the Gnolls of War.
Jeff Grub, Lord Toede

Magia
02/10/2002 1:12 PM


((OOC: Ack, sorry so short, Magia.))


(OCC: No problem. It's what I needed to get going. Sorry about the delay.)

“Yes,” Kundahn answered Solara. “I think we’ve wasted enough time already.”

With a last glance at the others, their faces bearing a silent farewell, they parted from the group and from the tavern. Soon they left behind the last traces of establishment. They would travel far from the road, for it was best. No doubt, all entrances to the town will be obstructed, and it was wise not to give them any inkling of their coming. The better to attack them unprepared.

When their surroundings began turning into strange, unrecognizable lands, and the plants turned abundant, the trees prosperous with opulent foliage of all shades of green, so that they hardly saw the horizon, Kundahn reached in his pocket for the compass Miriani gave him.

The device vibrated in his hand for a moment, and Kundahn could tell it was indeed magicked, and that it was working.

From the contour of the shadow that suddenly hung over him, and over the device, Kundahn knew Solara was peering over his shoulder. Little she thought about her tremendous height, Kundahn thought. She was blocking all the light.

“Do you mind? I can’t see,” he told her. Solara rolled her eyes, but nevertheless backed away. Kundahn saw the arrow pointing southeast.

“This way,” he gestured. They walked for some time. Luck had been on their side for it was an easy route. For a short instance the grass kept becoming higher and higher, and later had thickened all the more. It seemed almost impenetrable.

Soon Kundahn’s view was blocked. He was getting lost within the high grass. Solara’s head still loomed few inches above it, and she had no trouble to pass through. It was a moment later that Kundahn noticed she was leaving him far behind. 'Where does she think she’s going? Kundahn thought reprovingly, I’m the one with the compass!'

Suddenly he started hearing a strange noise and stopped. Something was heading towards him. He recognized the sound as the hurling of a sword. It came nearer and nearer until a sudden flash blinded him and he fell back in surprise. After a moment he removed his hand from his eyes and looked at the figure standing in front of him. Solara returned her sword to her sheath. Kundahn sighed in relief. He straightened and noticed Solara had bush-whacked her way to him. It was now a clear path and Kundahn could see all his way through the grass.

“Oh. Thanks,” he said in gratitute. Solara remained with her stern expression. They walked for some more hours, following the arrow on the compass. The sun was now high above their heads and ardent on their skins; their brows glistened with sweat. After a while the view cleared and the path seemed to open before them.

“At last,” Kundahn breathed. Far beyond on the horizon he saw the mountains he had seen back at the tavern now taller and lucid. Since the arrow kept pointing that way, he figured they'd sooner or later have to cross them.

He sighed and resumed his way, but gasped and stopped before he made another step. They were on a high slope and at the bottom was a river that looked no wider than a string from where they were.

“That was close!” he said. “We can’t continue this way, let’s go back.”

Just when they turned around they heard a roar and they halted.

“Sounds like a wild boar,” said Kundahn. The roar came again, but this time louder, and followed by another couple of roars. “Or maybe not.”
“Death is merely one’s awakening from a dream of having lived.”

-from the book "The Aztec" by Gary Jennings.

starlite4774
02/16/2002 10:06 AM

"Definatly not," Solara said curtly, once again drawing her sword.

The roars sounded again, sending chills through the spines of all who heard them. There was something primitive and angry about them, a perpetual rage...

Without waiting for Kundahn, Solara started forward--heading directly for the...whatever they were. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Silvermagess
02/17/2002 7:38 AM

(OOC: I kind of forgot to even check to see what was happening. I can't believe I missed so much. *Smacks* herself saying "stupid, stupid," a couple of times. Oh, well here we go. I'd like to see this from end to finish. So I will try to be more responsible.)

IC: Merrick had bade good bye to those that had remained and slipped away as silently as he could. It had been in a couple of hours and by now, he was deep into the middle of nowhere.

"The perfect place to do what I must." He thought.

The saying goes that what is one man's trash is another man's tresure. In Merrick's case, it was both.

He took out his blade and cut his hand. As the blood trickled, he felt the curse take effect. He felt his body undergoe the change, felt incredible power. And he felt another dagger enter his soul...

(OOC: Thats all I'm going to do for now. Hopefully, this thread will get going soon. Unfortunatly, I understand that life throws curves at you and it can just pile up at times.) "There is no greater joy than to be reborn with every heartbeat."

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