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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Whaa?
Count again, old friend.  I was able to only drop in a short post, but better ones with more effort coming up.
Posted on 2010-02-26 at 19:45:47.
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: Die monster!
The spell was thrown and everyone held their breath waiting to see the results; how many would fall under its effect and how many not. Not one who felt too comfortable around sorcerers and their magic, Brandr still understood and valued the edge it gave them against the ugly monsters. It made no sense to him to put their lives in more danger than was needed even though he did not shy away from combat any more than he feared the bugbears.
The mountain of a man moved with determined steps and took one deep lungful. He took aim at a bugbear that had surprisingly quickly reacted to the magical slumber which had taken over their companion. Holding his breath he let one arrow fly and with a flowing motion born from endless practice fired another without waiting the first one to hit its target. It had been almost perfect double shot, but the bugbear had been lucky enough to turn its helm covered head barely in time for the metal to block the second arrow. It was without a doubt in pain from the nasty bite of the first arrows metal tip.
Though the northern fighter could not even begin to understand how Ela was able to fire so many arrows so quickly, he wasn't doing too bad himself. He managed to loose another pair before the foul smelling, bleeding creature got too close to shoot any more.
Two arrows were sticking out of the heavy body, but they did little to slow the monster down. Coming closer the bugbear dwarfed even Brandr standing over seven feet tall. Be it its size or the wounds that slowed the hairy gigantic goblin down, but its strikes were slow enough for the ranger to dodge with fair ease.
Smiling grimly, the blonde warrior dropped his bow and drew his melee weapons - Kaeltflämm, the slim long blade of his father's in his right hand and the axe in the other. The bugbear could easily outreach him, so Brandr had to move in too close for his liking to be able to land blows on it.
Posted on 2010-02-26 at 19:44:07.
Edited on 2010-02-27 at 14:45:00 by Raven
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Yyyup
OOC: Backposting
Chakran mountains… Is that what this is all about?, Danamar thought. His mind had already dug out everything he knew of the incident from his memory. There were only a few details he was aware of, but what little had been told to him, he would never forget. Such were the workings of a sylvari mind. The way the bladesinger laid out her question implied that she suspected Danamar knew at least something of what had happened. It appeared she was aware of his famly's status in the nobility of Londelirinen, just as she should have. Bladesingers, in addition to being the sharp tip of the blade that was the sylvari military, also acted as spies for the nation. They gathered and received information that only few would ever hear or see. Not to say that it was any secret who Danamar's father was or what his ranking was in the sylvari army, but the cleric himself had not presented the information to any of his team.
The bits and pieces of information concerning the demon and its evil work on the Chakran Mountains rolled around the priest's mind as he was looking for details that could and would tie the two incidents together. He knew very well that Elessarae had been one of the heroes who had eventually managed to defeat the abyssal lord and that certainly did not diminish his respect for the bladesinger, quite on the contrary. He had done deeds of light and goodness in the name of his God himself, but nothing which would have earned him the title of "hero" with perhaps the exception of Prilm. Not that Danamar wanted such fame. He, like apparently the bladesinger, rather remained as a part of the masses than would be lifted on a podium of worship. Fame and glory was not for the likes of them.
The look on the green-eyed syl's face remained impassive as he nodded to the woman in front of him. "I have been informed of the events there. I know of your role in defeating the demon which helped our armies cleanse the lands of the scourge of greenskins and their masters…" There was a sudden pause as the realization hit the warrior-priest. "The disease. There was an evil infection which mutated or killed those who came in contact with it, was there not?" Danamar looked Elessarae in the eye as he considered the possibility.
There was no smile or smirk on his face as he carried on: "The letter delivered to me did not contain detailed information about the fate of the poor people far up north. All it said was that whole villages were lost to the demon and its terrible force. Was it the infection that got them rather than the goblins or orcs? That is why you were sent here, is it not? To investigate whether the foul creature from the seven hells has returned and is planning to continue its evil crusade? Are there similarities between the incidents?"
Danamar probably hadn't asked so many questions in such a short time in more than a hundred and thirty years and was surprised himself of his own anxiousness. But other than the stream of words he'd just spoken, there was nothing in the syl's behavior that revealed how he felt or what he thought. His father had trained him well.
OOC Will post more later
Posted on 2010-02-25 at 13:50:34.
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: Yes...
Brandr listened to the ideas on how to proceed and nodded on the plan of a spell of sleeping. He had little trust in magic as such and when he was honest to him spells scared him a little, but he'd seen Derry's art in use and had to admit it was a really valuable asset to their little team.
Yet, without true knowledge on how the spell would effect the Bugbears and if they would all fall asleep under its power or not, Brandr whispered his plan to cover the spellcaster with his bow. He would not agree to murder the sleeping beings monsters or not even if they would not return the courtesy in a reversed situation for sure. The ranger would however have no qualms over shooting a couple of arrows into one of the bugbears should any remain standing.
OOC Plan: Notch an arrow or two to be ready when the spell goes off. After shooting the arrows, Brandr will drop the bow and charge in with his blades drawn. (and pickup the bow after the fight ofc.)
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 11:00:58.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Yes?
Tariel was the first to arrive and reported in so soldierlike that it made Danamar smile. He resisted the urge to say "At ease, soldier" like someone with a better sense of humor might have done. Even though he had some background as a member of a town guard and had grown up watching his father commanding lower ranking Stormriders, the military approach did not sit well with Danamar - at least not the human way did. So instead of replying aloud, Danamar nodded to the female scout instead and waited for the others to arrive.
Tarse had appointed him as the leader of their little group, but had decided to omit the part "why". Danamar had received no explanation as of why he was to head a team of three other sylvari and two humans and why not Daldren or Elessarae instead. At 134 years of age, he was still a young man for one of his kind and lacked the wisdom brought by centuries of experience like his father had. Yet he accepted the appointment without question. If it gave him a better opportunity and means to combat darkness, then so be it.
The bladesinger was the next to show up. It came as a bit of a surprise to Danamar that Daldren was not there yet, but he had no doubt the man would be there and gave it no more thought. Despite the disguise Elessarae had given Comrade, Danamar could see the beauty of the legendary creature. It was not every day that one had the honor of gazing upon a moon-horse even if its true identity was hidden from less perceptive eyes. Though trained to handle well even in the midst of combat, the mighty stallion made the priest's own mare a little nervous as it arrived at the gatehouse. Nieninque could sense the power in the other horse and was likewise awed by its presence.
As Elessarae unmounted her wondrous horse, she cast a look at Danamar which said she needed a word. There was no need for her to voice her question, The Warden could read the request from the look in her gaze as it lingered in his eyes for a heartbeat longer than was necessary for a mere greeting. The priest nodded his raven-haired head in acknowledgement and turned to the scout standing next to him. "Tariel, could you please go and ask the gatekeepers if they could move forward the opening of the gates." Danamar did not say aloud that he wanted to have a private word with Elessarae, but it was no doubt clear to Tariel that the request was merely an excuse for that.
As the other female syl moves to comply with the team leader's wish, Danamar nodded for Elessarae to speak up.
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 10:49:47.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Yup
Once again, sorry about that. Could've edited my post for you, but this way works great too. Thanks.
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 08:06:35.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Soz, mate
Got a weekend of work waiting and need to prepare a lot of stuff before that, but I'll try to find a few minutes tomorrow to post.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 20:25:42.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Say what?
Whaaaa? Did you really burn all your gold already? I'm sure our dear DM won't mind if you just add yourself a horse.
Oh and I've posted.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 20:19:47.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Hear goes...
When the meeting with their liaison officer in the Militia Vericulum was over, Danamar waited until Tarse had left the room and then addressed his team members. His plan was to leave in the morning to avoid having to ride through the night and risk an accident on the road. Since nothing was said about the urgency of the mission, the syl assumed they were to move out as soon as comfortably possible. In his mind that wasn't the same as immediately, so morning would do. Mr. Merchantson would've stressed the need to hurry, should there be one.
It was an odd group he had been appointed to head. Unlike any other team in the guild, the majority of MV6 members were sylvari with only two humans around. Tarse had once told him that it was the best and only way to create as good teams as possible of the applicants who had been accepted. Putting all, or as many as possible, syls into a single team both enhanced the team's efficiency and helped to avoid problems caused by racial prejudice. That was pretty much what he'd been told and was forced to accept. He didn't personally have any complaints against such an arrangement, but still felt that the people running the whole guild had trusted the generic image humans seemed to have of the sylvari rather than really evaluating everyone's personalities.
During his two decades in the human town of Quevin, Danamar had learned to read the members of the younger race fairly well. It appeared to be common knowledge, fueled by the tales of old, that all fairies or elves - like they often wished to call the sylvari - were happy benevolent beings and lived in total harmony with each other. The thought made the raven-haired priest sneer. Though it was without a doubt true that majority of his kin placed the wellbeing of others, especially the community they lived in, above that of their own, there certainly were those whose views of the world were totally opposite. The 20 odd years amongst the humans had taught Danamar to respect them a lot more than he ever had whilst living in Londelirinen. And his own prejudiced views had changed to the point, that he now could see why some humans would call the sylvari an arrogant race which considered others as lesser beings.
Whatever the reasons behind the setup of MV6, Danamar was glad to be a member of it. They were a very successful and well operating little group even if they'd only known each other for a relatively short period of time. Certainly everyone had secrets they hadn't as of yet shared with the rest and there was not a bond of true friendship between everyone. But they had learned to respect and trust each other enough to face new challenges together with heads held high.
Right from the formation of MV6 Danamar had made a mental note to himself to handle everyone in the group as the equals they were. He would not put one before the other in any situation and would value the effort of everyone similarly. In MV6 each and every soul was equally important. But at times he found it very difficult and chastised himself for the weakness of his will for slipping from his chosen path. Having been taught from a toddler that unnecessary showing of emotion was something to be avoided, so the sole heir of the Amarillis family could only hope he had been able to hide his thoughts well enough. Try as he might, two members of the team had made a stronger impression on him from the start. One with the legend and history she was a manifestation of and another with his intense personality.
During his childhood Danamar had met a couple of the famed bladesingers in person back when his father was still a high-ranking officer in the Rimen'arrana. The Stormriders were an equally elite part of the armies of the sylvari nations, though not quite as legendary as the Bladesingers. During dire times, the leaders of both organizations met in secrecy to plan joint operations and sometimes those meetings were held in private premises as well such as the Amarillis residence. Even in his youth, Danamar had recognized the incredible prowess of the sword masters when he first laid his eyes on one. And when Tarse introduced Elessarea to him, the same familiar feeling immediately hit him. It might not have been quite so obvious to someone else, but he knew immediately the woman was a bladesinger - the stuff of legends.
Daldren Grey… Danamar turned his green eyes on the human mercenary. He could not define why he was so fond of the quiet warrior. Daldren's personality should probably have made the cleric feel otherwise about the man, but Danamar could not help liking him. Though very different from himself, there was something about the professional fighter that felt incredibly familiar to Danamar. And the devotion Daldren showed was just as strong as that of the bladesinger or anyone else. He put every ounce and inch of his existence to their assignment at all times. It was little wonder MV6 was so effective with warriors like these two in their midst.
But the rest of the group was no less impressive. Though Elessarea moved with the soft steps of a cat, her companion, Tariel almost made the bladesinger seem noisy. There were scouts and then then there were Scouts. Despite with his enchanted boots, Danamar could not match her quiet moves even close. He'd seen the roguish types before and traveled the lands of Coria with human rangers, but not once outside the sylvari lands had he met one with more skill in moving unnoticed in the woods.
Irael was a strange one. He too was silent and liked to keep to his own, but his sword and magic had certainly come in handy during their previous assignment. There wasn't much Danamar could say about the syl or his personality. There was something odd about him, but he couldn't point out what exactly.
Last but not least there was Mendez and his pet rat. They for sure were an odd couple, as odd as any human Danamar had ever met and more. A happy fellow always trying to keep the spirits of the group up, the brightly dressed man's moral input was just as strong as his magical one. A talkative fellow, the performer was apparently incapable of answering even the simplest of questions with a single word. Just looking at the mage made Danamar smile. He had to admit, that without Mendez, their group would have been too grim.
With the briefing over and no one asking any questions, Danamar stood up from the edge of the table he'd been leaning on. He looked at this companions and smiled. "Very well then. Let us get moving. I'm expecting everyone to be at the eastern gate in the morning before Solanis wakes up the sun. I'll see you all tomorrow." With that, the leader of MV6 turned and walked out of the room without another word. The soldier who had escorted him to the headquarters was still outside waiting for any orders Danamar might have for him, but was quickly dismissed with a shake of the sylvari's head.
There would be no nightly stroll around the city for him tonight. Instead, Danamar made his way straight to a food merchant and acquired a week's worth of rations as well as some vegetables and fruits. He also picked another bottle of Dove's blood, a local red, to fill up one of his wineskins with later on. Not needing anything else, the Warden made his way back to his apartment in silence. Nodding a greeting to his landlord, Danamar jumped the stairs two or three at a time and locked the door to his room behind him.
The rest of the day passed quickly as Danamar packed his gear into the saddle bags and the sling bag. It didn't take him much time since he knew exactly where everything was after last use. In the saddle bags went a second set of clothes, cookware and rations, two torches, an oiled blanket and some spikes, a bedroll and a grapple. The healer's kit found its place inside the sling bag along with a notebook and writing gear as well as a poison neutralizing potion wrapped carefully inside a soft cloth. He removed his belt and slipped it through the hoops of two leather pouches containing potions of healing. All he needed now was to put on his elven chain mail, but that naturally had to wait till the morning. The gear went on top of the only bed in the apartment along with the syl's weapons and a roll of silk rope.
Danamar fed two new logs to the flames, ate a light dinner of fruits and bread and sat down on his chair by the fire. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he closed his eyes and forced his whole body to relax. Danamar slowly fell into a deep trancelike state and meditated the day's events for a few hours. When he was finally done, the syl "woke up" in the middle of the night feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. He opened his eyes slowly and returned to reality. For a few more moments, not really caring for how long, Danamar sat still watching the last bits of orange disappear from the black and white ashes as his fire finally died. Not bothering to start another, he stood up and shook the rest from his muscles.
Opening his window and looking outside, he could see the dawn was still a few hours away, just the way he wanted. It was time to get ready. Danamar picked up his sword and drew it from the scabbard. The dim light of the stars danced on the slim, razor sharp blade as he customarily scanned it for nicks… without finding any. The long elven sword was enchanted with powerful magics and never really got dull or was damaged by other blades. He spoke the sylvari command word ringwe and smiled as cold blue flames engulfed the blade in a flash. He took a couple of test swings before moving into his daily practice routine.
Later, as the sky was starting to get brighter in the east, Danamar Amarillis stepped out of the scribe's office once again, this time in full armor and travel gear. He walked briskly a few blocks to the "Deer and Crown", the closest inn to his quarters. In the backyard of the lodging house there was a small stable in which the syl had leased a permanent stall for his light warhorse "Nieninque". He was somewhat surprised to see the stableboy Framk already awake and feeding the customers' mounts. The kid had chosen the largest stall in the back of the building for Nieninque and always took good care of the mare. Danamar was truly fond of the lad. He was a simple boy who really loved the animals and was very proud of his work.
As always, Danamar dropped an extra piece of silver to the lad when he entered the stable. He took his time to share a few words with the kid before saddling his horse. Framk knew the syl was very strict about the way the mare was to be saddled and even though both of them were well aware he could have done it equally well, it was part of their silent agreement, that Danamar did it himself. The priest waved farewell to Framk as he rode out through the doorway and headed for the east gate.
Sitting in the saddle felt very good. It meant he was heading for adventure and action again. The cool breeze (from the sea this time) caressed the pale skin of the syl's face as he made his way first to the market place and then along the one of the main streets to the eastern part of the city. There weren't too many people outside so early, but there were lights inside more than a few businesses and smoke was rising from the chimneys of a few bakeries and taverns. Visden was slowly waking up to another day.
The sweet smell of fresh bread mingled with the salty sea air making Danamar feel hungry all of a sudden. He stopped Nieninque outside a baker's store and knocked on the door firmly. He had to repeat the knocking twice before a flour covered baker's assistant answered the door. "It's a weeny bit early, sir. We ain't open yet.", the lad began before he even laid his eyes on Danamar. Clearly surprised to see a sylvari knight in wearing a full suit of shining silvery chain outside the door, the young man's jaw dropped. "Err… you know, we're kinda closed still, master elf. Are you sure… I mean, would you be wantin' some bread, sir?"
A couple of minutes later Danamar was once again mounted and moving on with three loaves of hot bread in his sling bag. In no time he reached the small clearing in front of the gate house and caught two guards of the night shift dozing against their halberds. The men shook awake and stood in attention with the backs straight probably expecting a surprise check by a senior officer. Both sighed aloud as they saw a sylvari warrior instead. "Sorry sir, but you'll have to wait a little longer for the gates to open." Danamar nodded in agreement and dismounted by dropping himself on the cobblestone street softly. He led Nieninque into the shadow of the wall and leaned on it himself waiting for the others to arrive.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 20:02:16.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Yup
Been the same in here as it has for you and I'm afraid it'll continue the same way through the rest of the week too. Sorry for not posting even a quick description, for I was under the illusion I would be able to do it before you return.
As for Brandr's actions, he's pretty much with Crow. The bugbears must die. But he'd much rather give the monsters even the slightest of changes to defend themselves, so he will not kill the sleeping ones. But he will certainly attack any still standing after the spell.
Other than that, I guess we should check out the door, the ranger was heading to in the first place. 
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 13:21:41.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: yeppah
I agree. Danamar hasn't heard anything that would give the group any reason to use some other route than the one they've used previously.
Posted on 2010-02-12 at 05:56:00.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Hi
Yeah, I'll agree. Very nice posts so far. Coolness!
I won't be able to post before next week, since I'm away on a skiing holiday for the weekend. I might be able to answer any questions on how Danamar might react on something or what his opinion on some idea might be. So you throw questions at my way too.
Posted on 2010-02-11 at 19:52:42.
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: Oh boy...
If only I'd have the time, I'd definitely join this one. But I would just drag it down, so I'll settle for lurking this time.
Good luck with the game!
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 11:08:46.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Finally my post
It had been a quiet month for Danamar in Visden. Too quiet for his liking. Be it adapted behavior from his human companions of earlier times or inherited in the blood of his father, but deep inside the sylvari cleric was a man of action. The immortal nature of all elves helped him endure the untroubled times better than his human counterparts ever could, but still the peaceful days following one another had begun to nag him more and more. He enjoyed reading an interesting tome by the softly crackling fire as much the next man, but at the same time felt he was not serving his god to the best of his abilities.
The Pardenese coastal city had been the sylvari's home for the better part of the running year. The call of King Julhoun I spread by his loyal Riders had reached even the far corners of the neighboring nation of Coria where the heir of Lord Amarallis of Quevin had been answering another call for his service - a call even more powerful. A Warder of Gate, a servant of Therassor, a priest, a warrior - for two years Danamar had been fighting and destroying the forces of evil that had been terrorizing the Corian lands in the form of bandids. When the message of a similar trouble beyond the nation's southern border reached the syl, he quickly made the decision to answer the call. His fellow warders had things fairly well under control in the forests surrounding Quevin and Danamar felt he was no longer needed there.
Danamar let out a very unaccustomed sigh, reached out for the bottle of a very nice local red and poured himself another glassful. The long, slender, but strong fingers grasped the goblet and he took a small sip without moving his emerald eyes from the dancing flames. To a casual observer, the syl sitting in the cushioned chair would probably seemed anything but relaxed. He was sitting with his back straight and legs apart, with his free hand resting on the jeweled pommel of his dagger. Yet relaxed he was. Danamar had been sitting by the fire, sipping the wine and feeding more wood to the flames for hours, but now he'd had enough.
He let out another sigh (something anyone watching would never see) and placed the goblet of amber glass softly on the small table beside the chair before standing up in a fluid motion. The small apartment he'd rented above a scribal office was very small and simple. But it had a nice location just to the side of a main street and had a view over the marketplace. And the fireplace made up a lot of what it lacked in the form of decoration. Yet everything Danamar owned had found a place of its own in the room. And day after day was returned to the exact spot after use. Details were important to him and during his more than 130 years, he'd learned value precision and accuracy.
Having been raised in a noble sylvari family, Danamar had grown used to servants running around the housing complex fulfilling every request of their employers. A soft smile crept on the pale, handsome face as he thought of Llinael, the elderly syl heading the household's servants. Llinael had been very much alike (as he'd found out during his months in Pardinal) the Sanjan-servants in charge of running the day to day task of the households of the local nobles and rich people. Llinael too had scheduled the appointments for his lord and kept the books and records of the family in order all the while controlling the work of the other servants in Amarillis manor. The old elf had been a strange sight in Quevin, for Coria did not share the tradition of personal manservants with its southern neighbor. Danamar had often wondered whether Llinael had suffered from the move away from their homeland. If so, the faithful servant had never said a word of it or let it show.
The young lord Amarillis did not really miss having servants around even if he sometimes missed Llinael. He'd been part of the human world for so long, that he'd almost forgotten what true sylvari life was like. Or forgotten was not quite the word. He was a sylvari and his kin did not forget. Unneeded memories and information were merely pushed to the back of the mind and withdrawn again only when needed. Still smiling, Danamar moved to the window and let his eyes wonder over the city getting ready to sleep, a city he'd quickly grown to like.
There were but a few people making their way hastily through the late evening streets and a couple of lamplighters with their long poles in hand bringing some light into the darkening city. Soon whole Visden would be asleep or nearly so anyway. Danamar himself would not be sleeping. He'd done his resting by the fire and was ready to leave the apartment for his nightly stroll around the city. He enjoyed walking through the streets of Visden at night and listening to the quiet sounds and smelling the fresh sea air.
The sylvari took his time to dress up, carefully donning the pieces of his mithril suit of chain on top his black trousers and shirt. A black soft leather vest with sheaths for four throwing knives went on top of the armor and a black overcoat as well as a black hooded cloak over the vest. Two belts went around his waist - one for the beautiful, enchanted elven long blade and another for a dagger and some pouches. After putting on the equally black boots, Danamar wrapped a red sash around his left arm to indicate his membership of the Militia Vericulum. He wasn't too keen on the requirement to wear such an insignia or even being part of the whole Blood Guard guild in the first place. But it did make his evil fighting business somewhat easier.
There was no mirror in the apartment, but neither was there any need for one. Danamar knew exactly how he looked and that he looked exactly like he wanted. It wasn't really vanity on his part, but rather something he'd learned as a young boy from his mother. It would not do for a son of a noble family to resemble the raggedy kids of the less fortunate unless the situation required it. Naturally Danamar's appearance didn't really matter tonight since he was heading out after dark. His elven cloak would in any case make him less visible for anyone else who might be passing through the streets of the city.
Silently the elf stepped through his landlord's door and locked it behind him. A man heading up he street heard the lock clicking, but wasn't quit sure if he'd seen someone at the doorway or not and nervously quickened his pace. Danamar didn't wish to frighten him any further and turned the other way when he suddenly felt a strangely cold touch of wind on his face. It was not blowing from the sea as it should have, but rather unnaturally from the east. The fingers of the wind seemed to find their way through all the layers of clothing the syl was wearing sending shivers down his spine.
But it was not just the cold or the direction of the breeze that made it out of the ordinary - to the faithful servant of good, the wind was evil unlike anything he'd felt or seen in his life and it scared him. Without noticing it, Danamar had drawn his slim sword with one hand and grasped the holy symbol of Therassor with the other. He was muttering the words of a protection prayer and tried to locate the source of evil with all his senses. Seeing nor feeling anything more, Danamar's attention was caught by the sound of gasps of breath behind him. Turning around he could see the passerby on his knees sobbing in fear. "Solanis, o' Radiant Father, save me…"
Having finished the prayer, the priest felt the familiar tingling of his god's power settle down all around his body. Immediately he felt better and safe, but still didn't dare to lower his sword. As a few more moments passed by and the shaking man managed to get back up on his feet. Danamar sheathed the beautiful blade and was about to head out for his walk, when doors began to open everywhere along the street and lights appeared in the windows of the houses. People poured out on the street, all more or less confused and apparently victims of the same wind even inside.
A few days later Danamar was enjoying a small carafe of a nice Corian white on the patio of his favorite tavern on the southern side of the main marketplace, when an armored figure blocked out his sun and cleared its throat. "Krhm.. Mr. Amarillis, sir. I can see you're very busy and I'm sorry to disturb you." Danamar could hear from the soldier's voice, that he wasn't overly happy for having to fawn a sylvari. Such racial prejudice was not totally unheard of even amongst his own race, let alone the humans, so he decided to let it go. It wasn't exactly Danamar's fault if the MV soldier disliked a being practically immortal compared to himself, but there wasn't much he could've done about it either.
"Sir? I was told to locate you and bring you to the headquarters immediately." For the first time Danamar turned his green eyes at the young man. He'd learned to understand the younger race far better than most of his fellow sylvari. But even after all the decades amongst them, he had difficulties of grasping the human need to rush everywhere. What difference would another small bottle make? A couple of hours would've passed and that's all. Suddenly the syl felt an urge to sigh again, but he held it back and smiled instead. Perhaps he'd been around the humans for too long. "Yes, yes. Now if you would be kind enough and move two feet to your left and wait for a moment, while I finish my drink. Then we can go."
"But sir!", the soldier's dislike had turned almost into despair, but a single angry look was enough to silence him. Danamar took his time to empty the goblet and then decided to release the poor lad from his agitation and stood up. "That's better. You may lead the way now."
Entering the briefing room, Danamar wasn't surprised to find Daldren Gray already there. In fact he would've been surprised if the professional fighter had not yet arrived. The man was without a doubt the most effective human he had ever met and one he knew he could trust to perform to the best of his abilities in any situation. But what was even more important, Daldren was a man of honor and duty - something the Warder valued very much. He nodded his greeting in response to Gray's "Sir.", for that was all he knew Daldren would expect from him. When Tarse Merchantson entered, Danamar took his designated seat across the table facing their liaison.
The news of Prilm's fate was a hard blow for the syl. He'd truly liked the innocent and simple folk of the village. They had genuinely appreciated the help of MV6 in ridding the area of the raiding group of bandits. But what was even more disturbing was the way the villagers had died. Shaking his head slightly, Danamar stood up when the briefing was over, grabbed the pouch and nodded to Tarse. "No questions now, though I'm sure we'll all have more than a few before this is over."
Danamar turned around to face his team members. He wasn't a leader of many words, one to encourage everyone to do their best or to sooth their fears. MV6 had learned during their earlier assignment that Danamar was a fairly quiet man, but he expected everyone to do their very best at tall times. Theirs was a not military group, though himself and probably at least Daldren had received some military training. And he was not going to run it like one. "We were not informed of any urgency on the matter, so I do not see much sense in leaving against the night. Let's gather our gear and purchase any supplies we might need and meet at the eastern gate at sun rise. Should any of you require funds, the guild has been kind enough to offer us some gold to be shared. If no one needs it at the moment, I will hold on to the money and use it to pay for lodging and meals later on if need be."
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 22:55:04.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Soz
Bah. Didn't have time to finish it tonight, but I'll do my best to post tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.
Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:35:06.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Nice
Very nice opening post, Kaelyn. I'm writing my own now and hope to have time to finish it today.
Oh, sorry didn't notice Gboy and Brianna had posted too. Nice work!
But Brianna, YeOlde made Danamar, not Daldren, the leader of the group for reasons unknown to me.
Posted on 2010-02-06 at 05:07:10.
Edited on 2010-02-06 at 06:05:24 by Raven
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: Bugnoblins?
The Kobolds died bravely, Brandr had to give the little monsters that. Although they probably had had no choice since creatures of their caliber and type were more often controlled by fear than anything else, simple as they were. But as the little buggers died, something quite unordinary happened: their bodies turned into a substance resembling melting candle wax and all but disappeared into the ground. Despite all the magic and strangeness he'd witnessed in his life before, the view left the big ranger standing momentarily astonished.
Brandr was quick to abandon his original plan of circling around to the service door and agreed with the others that they should try the rear entrance instead. There was no need to discuss the marching order or plan their next move for that conversation had been handled during their previous adventure. Crow was the scout and Ela watched his back at all times. The northern barbarian himself had some skill in moving unnoticed in the wilderness and therefore followed the two syls close by as they scouted ahead.
In the garden the sneaking trio was surprised by the sight of marvelously lifelike statues in various poses. Brandr couldn't believe his eyes when he observed the stony people carved with incredible skill. Their proportions, clothes and all looked so natural, that he had probably never seen anything like them. The statues spoke of nearly unearthly level of craftsmanship. And it was just with that very thought that the horrible truth struck him. It was the work of powerful magic which had turned were real people into stone. The realization made Brandr sick. What a terrible way to die.
As a kid he had heard stories of the Medusae told by the old-wives of his clan - the tales of beautiful, but monstrous women whose hair was a swirling mass of poisonous snakes and whose stare could turn even the most stalwart of warriors into stone. But the only medusas he had ever met were the jellyfish swimming in the ocean. And they didn't make statues out of people, but rather had a burning touch instead.
Moving on, Brandr noticed that Crow and Ela had stopped and were quietly peering at the terrace of the mighty manor. The blonde warrior chastised himself silently for not concentrating on the situation at hand and not hearing the noise coming from the terrace. There were four, very tall humanoid creatures on the platform feasting on something on the table. He immediately hoped all of the villagers had been turned to stone to avoid such a fate. But observing the beings for a moment longer, Brander noticed the shadow of a moving sack on a second table and his heart skipped a beat. It took all of his self control not to charge at the monsters there and then.
The gnolls or hobgoblins or whatever the beasts were, seemed to be totally unaware of the short fight that taken place in the front yard. Brandr felt the urge to take aim and put a couple of arrows into one of them, but he waited silently for his sylvari friends to take some action.
Posted on 2010-02-04 at 12:08:40.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Smee!
Sorry for not posting yet. Will do so tonight or tomorrow Finnish time.
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 15:27:19.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Naah
Not a question, but a comment: WOOHOO!
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 15:25:12.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: ogres?
I don't think they're ogres. Four of them would tear us to pieces... That's unless Alacrity was serious a few posts earlier on this thread. Gnolls or hobgoblins more likely. Also sleep spell against ogres... not very useful. I'd say much wouldn't be lost even if the sleep would fizzle, except one spell ofc.
Posted on 2010-02-01 at 21:06:13.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Oh noes!
Darn. I think you've now scared everyone off. Nice going, Kaelyn!
Seriously. It doesn't have to be anything major or complicated. Just a few lines will do. But please do it quick, for I want to play!. 
Posted on 2010-01-30 at 10:28:57.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: What?
This is mutiny! Guards, throw them into the dungeons!
Well let's head west then. Though I'm suspecting the backdoor will be protected likewise. Doesn't hurt to check, I suppose. Then again, I've now caught the interest of the evil side of our glorious DM and may really have put Brandr in it head first and deep.
Posted on 2010-01-30 at 10:27:18.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Yup
Yeah, I know, I know. But having played in your games before, I don't think my character has once come out of a fight without a scratch until now. Not I that I don't appreciate it, ofc.
Posted on 2010-01-28 at 21:32:22.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Whaa?
Now that was nice and easy. Almost too easy...
Btw. What happened to the arrows once the corpses disappeared? Are they lost?
Posted on 2010-01-28 at 19:38:38.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: A quick something
To someone who is meeting Danamar Amarillis the first time, the sylvari cleric can seem like any other member of his race - distant, noble, even arrogant. To those who have grown to know him better and have earned his friendship, it is quite clear Danamar is not carved from the same wood as his often aloof and very self-conscious kin. Having spent decades among humans and other goodly races, Danamar has adapted to most of their ways and behavior. Still, he is an elf, immortal from the point of view of the "lesser" races and his origin can at times show in other ways than his appearance.
Similarly to Daldren, whom Danamar had grown to like during their work together, the sylvari Warder is a fairly quiet person who mostly speaks only when he really has something to say. He likes to consider and then reconsider any action before taking it. This doesn't mean Danamar is slow in his actions, but rather that he likes to be well prepared instead.
If anything, the sylvari warrior-priest's goal in life is to uphold justice and fairness when he can and where it's wise; especially so in mortal combat. It isn't to say that he is against killing or violence in general, for sometimes cruelty can be the only way of achieving a greater good. But unneeded violence is just that - not needed. Then again some creatures are better to be put to death to stop them from possibly killing innocent beings at another point in time.
Some would consider Danamar a knight of Therassor, but in his own mind he is still more of a priest or a healer. Perhaps due to his upbringing, he still values life over any dogma. Yet, if need be and so often is, the sole surviving son of Lord Amarillis is an able fighter. He carries his enchanted elven longsword with pride and has learned his fencing skills from one of the best. Though he was trained in using - and sometimes even required to wear - the heavy and awkward plate armor of the local guard in Quevin, the syl prefers wearing his beautiful, light suit of mithril instead. Also he, like all warriors of his kin, is adept in the use of the composite elven longbow.
Danamar is some five feet and eight inches tall and weights around 170 pounds. The pale skinned elf is surprisingly strong for his lean, though muscular frame. His long and slightly wavy hear is jet black and his almond shaped eyes are of the deepest of greens in color. Though not the most beautiful of sylvari males, he still tends to turn the heads of human women wherever he goes. He has never discussed his age with his companions, but doesn't consider it a secret either. Compared to humans, he looks like a man in his prime - perhaps late twenties, but a close look in Danamar's wisdom filled eyes would reveal him to be more than a century older, though still young for a sylvari.
There is an air of mystery and danger around Danamar that may come from his blood, wariness or his looks or the combination of the three. It is not once of twice that someone has thought the chair in the shadowy corner of a tavern empty only to find someone or something sitting there after a closer look. Danamar's outfit, with the exception of his full silvery chainmail, is nearly completely black, but it's the strange cloak he is wearing that seems to hide him in the shadows.
Posted on 2010-01-27 at 11:44:19.
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