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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: The Woodland Mob VI
Goblin encampment
Iodum Road, on the edge of the Paegos forest
Febre, Early Morning
Tianna swipes her hand axe towards the oncoming goblin, but he easily ducks her swing. Tianna isn't as lucky however, and is hit by the blow of a goblin's bullet, from the nearby campfire. This same goblin that attacks Tianna, is attacked by Riina in kind. Though she is quite sharp with a bow, she misses the goblin, by mere inches.
The heavily built goblin on the other side of the campfire who had been the cause of much duress to the druid Acantha misses, and awards the young killoren with a break, one that is only to be thwarted by the sharpshoter who had been otherwise ineffective in this battle up until now. This particular goblin did not miss his mark, in fact, he made a devastating shot into the druid's chest, and Acantha dropped like a rock.
Meanwhile, the leather wearing goblin that had charged after Tianna strikes out at her with his club in hand. Though the elf was armourless, she was still swift, and adept at dodging blows. Dodging his blow, she prepares to counterattack, wanting to save the boy, and escape with her life.
Cheli howls as his master is felled, though the desire to assist Acantha is not enough to free him from his bonds. The roots still grasp at his fur, pulling him down towards the earth. No amount of gnawing would free him.
All in all, this rescue attempt was failing. The only advantage they seemed to have was that the plants that entangled the tents were preventing the other goblins from leaving and adding to the insane odds of this conflict.
(Tianna has taken 1 damage. Acantha is at -1 hitpoints. Lots of bad rolls that time. Better luck next time...)
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 14:40:46.
Edited on 2008-06-01 at 15:31:48 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Excellent.
Look for an update tomorrow morning.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 06:30:30.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Back!
And I posted! I is gonna be a sneaky!
Oh, and, If I was unclear. I'll five foot step and go stabby stabby!
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 11:29:48.
Edited on 2008-05-30 at 11:30:31 by Philosopher
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: 5th level Character
I will hand it in as soon as I have time. Ummm... how shall I subtract the hitpoints? I don't remember what I rolled for level six.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 11:27:16.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Ooh, fancy, almost a "Notebook" moment.
Cerric had delved deeper than he would have preferred. It was not his intentions to make Vatta uncomfortable. She seemed genuinly distressed by her purpose. For him it was so clear, he knew that knowledge was his path in life. However, this was an aggravation to any that could not see that far into their future. Perhaps it helped that he was a bit of a diviner then.
Gently, as Vatta pushed her chin down towards her chest, he placed two fingers underneath it, and pulled her gaze from the ground back into his warm brown eyes. "Our lives are never defined in such meagre ways. Even if you were but a killer and a thief, which I cannot believe to be true, what you feel you are, what you pray to be, it cannot be revoked by the weakness of mortality. If we were gods we may do all that we want, be what we believe in at all times, because we are not bound by life, and in intricacies. We worry, we fear, and contradict ourselves, we lie, and then we say we are true, but we lie more still."
Moving his hand fron her chin, so that his fingers could rest gently upon the back of her neck, he continued, "Perhaps we are here in this moment for a reason. You made me a promise, to protect me, something completely unselfish, and it was no lie. Not only that, you gave to me, which discredits you as a thief, who gives nothing for free. We are all killers now, but strike yourself breathless at the realization that we are also saviours. We saved lives, and ended a war that could have been bloodier by far. Only those living can become righteous, so those that die in our wake are the stones upon the road to our salvation."
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 11:24:09.
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Topic: Pool of Radiance
Subject: I say....
"No," Said Brendalla quite frankly, "I believe we should head onward. They were not necessarily expecting our company, and they were very clumsy. I think it best that we end this little ordeal with swiftness of a thunder storm. We shall flood into them before they have time to react, and be gone before the bright sun shines down upon the remnants of their feeble domains."
She was combat ready, and time was essential in cases as such. Who knew what would happen to the children if a large band of the villanous brothers were to be cut off from the rest for too long. "The children are not safe, and we shouldn't rest until they are. It only increases the chances that they never will be again."
This foe was as a weed in the garden, If you sprinkled it with water, it will grow to encompass all things beautiful, and sap the life out of everything else. Better to take out the roots quickly, before the seeds can disperse and grow anew.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 11:12:44.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Dream sequence!
The blackness was not inviting. All around her, like ink, imperceivable borders. It was as though there was no existence beyond this little sanctum of light. What was this light? Rather charming in fact, an everburning firepit, as though she were camping in the forests of the damned.
Oh, she remembered. Kumadel had known she was dead when her eyes opened once more. Though, she could hardly imagine that they were in fact her eyes. More likely the facets of her soul that could not detach themselves from the memory of what she once was. She was absorbed by the serenity of it all. Here, she could finally have questions answered. She was not alone. There was an old friend. The one that had set her on her course. The copper dragon.
He had introduced himself as Myktarivos. He was proud of her, though it was the love of a father, that could not be broken by any failure in the child.
"Why am I not at rest?" She had asked.
"It is not yet your time child. There is much to do. You have embarked on a journey to become something admirable. Though, you have wandered somewhat. You have consumed certain aspects of our kind, and yet, you forsake the truth of yours."
Curious response. What could he mean? She did everything she could to emulate her master, to become the perfect shaman of the dragon, whose heart was full of courage and strength.
"You are not so full of strength, that you may avoid death with courage." The dragon spoke as though no thoughts were safe from him, as though her inner sanctum was an open sea, upon which he might sail to any corner. Nothing was too deep."Even dragons die. Especially ones that are so young. Think of yourself as a wyrmling. Though you are fierce, it is quite alright to know that you have indeed limitations. Be strong, be brave. Do not forget however, that we dragons are a race of great cunning!"
"Surely I could not have forseen my end as such! It is unfair to judge me by elements outside of my control." Kumadel was somewhat defensive, her chest heaved with the inflection of insults being hurled towards her. It wasn't fair. Not her fault.
"You are highly to blame, clumsy, and left vulnerable. These people you battle were waiting to find the soft spots in your defense, and they found them, and extorted them. Regardless of the implosion that ended your reign of evolution, your death was a certainty the minute you flung yourself into the unknown, simply on the faith that if you acted as I, your victory would be sealed."
"Then..." Kumadel replied, stammering as she began to realize her insolence. "what shall I do?"
"Keep in your heart the goal you have set for yourself, and become a great shaman of the forest dragon. Keep in your head the cunning that will carry you to victory against the forces that seek to let the world burn. Keep in your soul the power your faith in me endows, and bring it to bear against all those who would stand in your way."
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The darkness had faded and she blinded by the light of life. She closed her eyes, and blinked away the pain of birth. She was no infant, there would be no crying. Dragon's do not cry. Though they love...
Myktarivos had said it was not her time, but was that real? It couldn't have been a dream, for she was assuredly dead. There was no other plausible explanation for the event then, but it's factuality.
The killoren female stood from where she had been laid down. She watched her arms as she moved them around, clenching her fingers and then relaxing them once more. Then her eyes scanned the room, and the faces therein. She cared not for any of them, knew nothing of them. The priest had spoken to her, told her that life was a disorienting process to be instilled upon the deceased. This was far from the truth, everything was crystal clear now. Her goal was unchanged, however, she had been lectured on the reality of life. The reality of her frailty, and the promise of her destiny.
Her sky blue eyes stopped upon the feline one. The one who had crossed the void with her, to face off against the pirates. "You," she said softly, almost a whisper, "you have saved my life."
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 11:05:46.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Back again into the fray!
Llammoth was never much of a fighter. What she did was merely for her own protection. That being said, she wasn't the type to allow an innocent life to be taken right in front of her face. Not that she truly believed in the lie of innocence, everyone had something to atone for, however, more or less she had to go with the benefit of ignorance. Sometimes it was the only thing that woke her up with the courage to go on in life.
She readied her spear to strike at the beast, whatever foul thing it was, though she had been unprepared for it's flurry of strikes. It had shaken her composure, notably as she had missed her target."Get it together," she thought to herself, "there is no time for doubt."
Seeing that her family had moved against the creature as well, she elected to take up a good old fashioned trick of the dirty rogue. Hit him where it hurts. Moving to a side opposite that of her brother Miran, in an attempt to take full advantage of the monster's split attention. If she could, she would end this bout quickly and with no kinly blood spilt.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 10:38:37.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Time for a vote.
Hey guys. I'm really sorry about all of the trouble I've been having. Before I update, I just want to know who's still in it. I understand if you guys are just not up to it anymore. So let's just see who responds.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 10:29:13.
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Topic: Broken
Subject: I am back!
Ooh. That took quite a bit longer than expected. I have returned though.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 10:27:13.
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Topic: Broken
Subject: Broken
Out of comission for about a week. Will post upon my return.
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 08:45:38.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: seriously bad news.
Late last night my isp turned off on me, and I can't even call tech support because of the long weekend. So, I cannot really say when my next post will be coming. Hopefully tech can get in by wednesday. All I have left is my pda, and it takes thrice as long to post on it... I'll keep you guys updated.
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 08:41:43.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Oh no... I don't like where this is going...
Drydoc, The Eye of the Dragon
Shader's Nest
Febre, Mid day
The guild mistress smiled, her white teeth beaming across hthedesk towards Tanglefoot. She was apparently very pleased by this turn of events. “ Excellent. I will have Silvarimon explain everything once you leave. I will look into this business about the stolen statuette for you, and considering how well you work for me, I may just reward you in kind.”
Her smile ends, and she seems to cow her head, heading around the desk that divided them from one another, trailing her index finger along the surface as she walked in gentle strides. When she was but a few feet away from him, she knelt down, so that they could see each other eye to eye. It was a very personable thing to do, situate yourselves at the level of your lesser. Indeed, it was a disarming gesture. “I hope you do well. Oh, and my name is Symilia. Don’t make me a nickname… or I will have you killed.” She smiled as she finished with her harsh words, though Tanglefoot had the distinct impression that she wasn’t kidding. Not in the least.
After that brief conclusion to their first meeting, Tanglefoot was ushered out of the door by the orcish woman he had previously called beautiful, and found Silvarimon awaiting his presence at the foot of the stairs. “ Well… I assume you’ve agreed to the job, else wise Bombas would have carried you out, rather than merely escort.” Silvarimon pointed towards the orc thumper, and Tanglefoot understood what he had meant. The job offer wasn’t really optional, Not really. If he had refused he’d have ended up in a bag.
“All right, come with me, and I’ll show you what you’ll be doing.” The elven man walked briskly through the crowd of thieves, something unadvisable in most situations, what with their nimble fingers and all, however, Tanglefoot noticed that the thieves tended to shy away from the elf. He was obviously a man of authority, though the halfling could only imagine how far that grasp reached.
Eventually, the elf cleared the maze of tables and curtains, until they wound up in a section of the warehouse that was quartered off by the velvety cloth that hung from the rafters everywhere else the same. In contrast, this particular section was fully enclosed by the curtains, and there were guards on each of the four corners. They let them pass as Silvarimon stepped forward. The room was rather bare, with the exception of a solid oak table, one that was barely at eye level with the halfling. Upon it lay a map and a silver dagger. The map looked to be the labyrinthine workings of a sewage system. “This, is what you’ll need to complete your mission. One of our agents went insane a little while ago, and started attacking the market places at night. He was reportedly quite ravenous, and even bit some of the merchants. It turns out that they in turn became infected with lycanthropy. We had them dealt with, but he escaped into the sewers, and is quite proficient at evading us. You’ll need to the dagger to kill him, it’s coated with alchemical silver. The map is so you can count corners, however we don’t know his exact location.”
Posted on 2008-05-16 at 07:09:13.
Edited on 2008-05-16 at 07:13:19 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Yes...
Pesky RL. I will update on thursday as is my usual MO. Though, I think I'm missing two people... but there is still lots of time. No worries guys, I'm still here. Just consider this a one post per week campaign. Had a seriously rough last two weeks, but this one has been fine, and hopefully I can keep up the routine.
Posted on 2008-05-14 at 12:40:40.
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Topic: Pool of Radiance
Subject: One For The Honey
Her father had trained her well. He had always been a bit of a gruff man. Never too interested in anything except for the martial domain. Soldiery had brought him wealth and security within the community.
Brendalla had often suspected that he was somewhat disappointed that his daughter had not picked up on his militant stand. Too much of a daisy picker for his taste she reckoned. He loved her nonetheless, and she had learned from him with much enthusiasm. When it came to military life, however, her exuberance ended at the front steps of her home sweet home. Many of her commander's had found her insubordinate, or simply ridiculous. Her passion for nature, and the call of the woods had always been scoffed at. The only weapon she had found to be much use to her was the lance. She had always been an innately determined rider, even before she had rescued Maximillion from his grizzly fate. The young druid had devoted so much of her time to the weapon that she had neglected her study of other's that were similarily required to be an effective member of the militia. However... her father had some pull.
When she charged into the interloper, lance braced, elbow cocked, she was remided of the rhinocerous that had given her his skin. She had admired the animal for it's ability to gore another much to the same effect of the cavalier's lance. This was how she aspired to be known, as the cow with a long sharp horn. Perhaps that seemed a bit lengthy, or even crude, but the damage she inflicted with a single blow of her lance certainly would make it seem as though she were a herald of the times. They may also have feared her due to the cracked skin of bark, and hair of grass... though her little size made it more likely that the scariest aspect of her was the command she had over her husky friend.
The battle was short lived, and Brendalla was somewhat disappointed. She had wasted the precious time and energy of nature itself, asking for protection, and for nothing. She scanned the trees as Maximillion's nose worked away at this track and that. Pehaps he would find something interesting with his sensitive nose. Maybe a clue to the whereabouts of the children, if it was indeed these cult members that had stolen them away from their village homes...
Posted on 2008-05-14 at 12:34:00.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I'm a bit bedazzled.
I don't really want to post right now, on account that most anything I write will be a degression for Llammoth, and she is a fairly strong willed character. I will wait for Jozan, and then decide. I will go with the majority of course, on account of us not splitting up.
Posted on 2008-05-09 at 15:40:24.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Man...
I love you guys... make my job so fun!
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 20:20:12.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Temper Temper
Honour versus Immediacy... Intellect questioning wisdom... The blunt instrumentation of impatience was something Llammoth only observed as weakness.
She had had enough of the rantings of her spoiled sister. Temper as hot as the blood of dragons, perhaps it suited her, but nonetheless it was annoyance of grave proportion this entire day. "As far as I've discerned, Percifeer, you are the problem that has decapitated our attempts at every turn this day."
Though she awaited her sisters reaction, and stared unnervingly at her through the twists and turns of her potential tantrums, she gave not thought to what she did or didn't say next. "In the alleyway of the Broken Grommel you showed an impressive lack of consideration for human life. One could not even call it self defence, because we would have murdered those fools with lightning efficiency. Perhaps your ego was bruised, and you were posturing. I see weakness in your actions, not the strength that I remember from your fiery youth."
At this point the half-orc stops to catch a breathe, but interrupts any further attempt at argument. "Then again, brute force is introduced into the well oiled wheels of the political machine that we call Drefast. You made an ineffectual attempt to quicken our progress, and delayed us by over an hour, tilling the twilight. Pio did not follow you because he is not retarded," She turns away from her sister, her rage-fuelled face suddenly becoming invariably soft as her eyes pout towards Miran in naught but apology, "no offense Miran."
Like a switch however, the full froth of her anger is surfaced back upon her face as her neck snaps back towards Percifeer. "This is not some dungeon's crawl, but a city, teeming with people, innocent, neutral. Rarely hostile unless it fits them well, and discreetly. You cannot bully a man as powerful as Councillor Velch. It would be miraculous amidst the bustle that we even manage to see him. No demands can be made! We can only ask nicely, and if he is booked, what then? Do we say, 'Hi, we're from the orphanage' and expect that this will somehow sway the inept ears of his secretarial department. Guards are posted at his door. What... do we just run them through? Is that not the insanity we are trying to avoid. Is it not enough that our father is to be convicted of high crimes?"
The orcish blood in her was coming to a boil. She had fought so very long to even appear as a speck in the radar of this city's diplomatic reserves, and yet, it could all go to hell at the blink of an eye, due to the rash and useless actions of her sister today. Llammoth would gladly give away her credence for the life of her father, but to this useless endeavor. No.
"I am going to the Freeman's way, where our sister may prove useful. I will have my fill of warm food, and then perhaps regain some sanity. A place like the Heart of Darkness does not have business hours... it will be there when we decide we've had our fill of the tavern. If you don't like it Percy, then you can stuff it..."
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 15:13:08.
Edited on 2008-05-07 at 15:26:37 by Philosopher
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Topic: Pool of Radiance
Subject: Look! My Dog is Green! Weird!
After their march towards the ruins was interrupted by interlopers of the forest's harmony, Brendalla goes to work immediately, after the intentions of this host are known.
Raising the petrified branch of an old pine tree, one that had come from her native home, just outside her village in Liuren, she focused the divine energies of the blessed mother into it, as though it were a wand. Words wrung through the air like wind through the reeds; words that were gibberish to all but the druids of the trees. Her skin began to crystalize, as she gently twisted her wrist about in the shape of infinity. She then touched the wand like branch upon the ear of her trusted companion Maximillion, which made his ear twitch. His skin, unseen, changed alongside her own. Her skin grew thick, and cracked as though chapped, it browned, and her hair turned green as summer grass. So too did the fur of Max, which was quite a sight to behold.
The halfling did not live so long is this world, in the balance, to tilt the scales with rapidity, and thinking without judgement. Nay, she would stay her course, await the coming tide. If the aggression of her colleagues were anything in regards to the statement of this roaming band, war was an inevitability. No need to be consumed by it's flames thought. Better to poke at the cinders, let the fire rage itself into death. Smouldering into the dirt, surrounded by well placed stones, it could do no harm to the trees.
Loosing her lance from the saddlebag of the green furred husky, she readied it for combat. Preparing to charge in and deliver the unforgiving wrath of a forty day storm. Let them drown in their own blood, if that blood ran black with the taint of evil insinuation.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 14:35:56.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: I Found Myself A Vatta!
“Do you find the sunset more appealing than that of it’s rise?” Cerric Khalidran placed a comforting hand upon the shoulder of Vatta, hoping that he had not startled her, and assuming, that though she had not looked back to see his approach, that her keen ears would have sniffed him out from the mere sounds of a gurgling stream, and the chirp of birds that heralded the nightfall. “It is a paradox to me. Knowledge, is best seen in the light of day. It represents truth, in that the vision of my dull human eyes is obscured by the coming darkness. Therefore one would assume that a priest of Oghma would prefer the sunrise. I don’t.”
He let his voice settle into the wind, watching as the embers of the sun turned to coal, smouldering the horizon red and purple, long after the flaming sphere had been doused by the dividing line between land and sky. “There is no such beauty in the morning’s light. Those that say it is but a mirror image hold no merit in the pages of my past.”
Turning to face Vatta, he locked her into a gaze, his dark chestnut eyes attempting to discern the truth behind the almond features of her own stunning eyes. “Interesting people, these adventurers be, eh? I, myself, do not find much intrigue in the slaying of monsters, defending values that are variables of unrealistic paragon. Civility is only as tried and true as the current power instated. Even the gods are interchangeable… a fact that disheartens me in my search for understanding. I fear that one day even Oghma may turn his back on the science of his portfolio. Perhaps he may treasure his knowledge so dearly that he will no longer wish to share it. Then he will be no better than Cyric.” Cerric contemplated his words for a moment more, then gave off a boyish smirk, “That, of course… is quite the stretch, and I doubt I will live to see the day. Yet even knowing that one day this may come to fruition, against the very life I lead, making it dust as mouldy as the tombs of keeps long forgotten and crumbled to ruin…”
His voice trailed, and his eyes darkened, which would be quite noticeably different than the sky darkening to Vatta, seeing as her eyes were opportunistically unaffected by the lower level of light. “Such terrible thoughts… Perhaps I am a bit of an overbearing pragmatist.” Cerric chuckled, turning away from the elven ‘mercenary’, as his first conversation had decidedly made her in his mind, regardless of whether he knew the truth of the matter or not. Mercenary, after all, was not far from the truth anyhow. Really, just a branch off the limb, and the limb and branch were a part of the same tree. It was wholly in comparison.
“The sunset was truly beautiful. I am blessed by beauty these days.” His periphery shifted from the darkening sky, back to the elven maid, though he would not turn his head to affront the contact of her eyes. “It is as fortuitous as the pages I have written within my book of arcane.” By this, of course, he had meant his spell book, though the phrase had always struck him as odd. In fact, he was none to fond of the word spell. It sounded far too similar to mere text, as though it were a naughty little nuance, something he used to practice his accuracy. Though more often than not he used it to practice in the accuracy of others, and else-wises, pooling his soul into the cants of the divine, channelling the omniscient energies of the gods to determine the reality from the illusion. He hated gnomes… tricksters that often befouled the vision of the truth.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 14:05:26.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: A Tit For a Tat
Drydoc, The Eye of the Dragon
Shader's Nest
Febre, Mid day
The guild mistress listened intently to what the halfling had to say. She even perked up in her seat occasionally as he said something that apparently interested her. Mostly however, she just rested her pretty button chin upon her criss-crossed hands, that formed a sort of hammock, supported by her elbows as if they were the slender trunks of beach trees. She smirked friendly as Tanglefoot finished his side of the story. She then turned to Silvarimon, and gave him the most heart stopping glare this young halfling rogue had ever laid eyes upon. Silvarimon bowed graciously, as though he had just been complimented, and left the room without another word, or another sound at that, his grace so eternally refined. Apparently he had overstayed his welcome.
“You are lying through your teeth little one,” the guild mistress spoke, and for the first time, Tanglefoot noticed the Qinxoree accent within her rhetoric, “but… I like you. You entertain me. Quite the spinner of tales, aye?”
For a moment, as her gaze bore into him, her eyes seemed to be more alive than that of a mere mortal, the portals to her soul flowing like quicksilver. It was merely the trick of the light, thought Tanglefoot, dancing within them, the orange flames flickering as though her eyes were mirrors. “I will look into this business regarding your… what is it exactly that you’ve had stolen from you?”
After hearing a reply to her query, she nods slowly, and looks up into the far corner of her room. Tanglefoot traces her gaze as well, but sees nothing spectacular, behind him, not in the corner of the wall that is. Perhaps she was merely thinking, he thought, it was a spacial habit of hers. Then her voice brought him back to face her.
“You must do me a favour however, as my time is not free. I have a job for you, and may even pay you if you don’t screw it up as badly as some other jobs you’ve had.” In regards to this statement, an obvious mockery of his current situation, she gives off the most appealing giggle, which is cut short before it becomes melodious, and making it missed by it’s absence. “If you accept, then I shall work on finding you your previous prize, though these are my terms… and quite non negotiable at that.”
The room seemed so very silent. It was as though if the halfling thief tried, he could hear the whispered conspiracies of mice within the walls. Even the crackle of the firewood seemed dull. Though in his mind he still heard the echo of her laugh. What was her name, he wondered.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 13:37:24.
Edited on 2008-05-16 at 07:12:43 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Grugg Run and Jump! Where's Fig?
The Dragon's Lash
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Neulos, Near Midnight
Grugg, the newly decided messiah to the orc fighter Fig, decided that it was a good idea to run up a mountain side in the middle of the night. Though the terrain was difficult, he managed effectively, for over an hour at least, at which point he finally became winded and decided that it was time to take a break. He turned around to discover however, that he had lost his new “follower” in his attempt to scale the mountainside. Apparently wearing armour had slowed the orc down enough to lose him on the mountainside below.
Now, he was faced with a choice… Grugg was tired, and running on would likely cause him even more physical strain, strain that he had gained through a forced march earlier that day to make it as far as they had, then the battle with the two “tall men”, as he called them. His new subordinate was also somewhere down the mountain, and would be unable to catch up to Grugg, with his speed and experience jumping weighing to his advantage. This was no race however, Grugg would need followers if he was to inflict any real pain into the goblin empire. Likely, Grugg knew nothing of this sort of stratagem. If he were to decide whether or not to return for the fighter Fig, it would be solely due to the fact that he was Grugg, and not Grugg, the orc that needed assistance in battling an empire.
(In the end, the choice is up to you, I am not trying to prevent you from ascending the mountain, however, your friend doesn’t move at 50 feet per round, and is encumbered by medium armour. You managed to climb three miles up, due to the difficulty of the terrain… and perhaps jumping down it occasionally for fun. If you decide to run for another hour you will take a point of non-lethal damage, and then become fatigued.)
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 13:13:26.
Edited on 2008-05-07 at 13:37:42 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Into the Green Maw
Ashlands, Slith Sagonissra
Dephosi, The Topaz Bridge
Febre, Morning
Down the spiralling crystal tower they descended, deep into the heart of the Spiregate. The guards abidingly strode alongside the back and front of the Sucurion child, and the man of the Dragon’s Horn. They formed a four pointed star, the centre of which was the promise of the gold dragon shaman’s future. Though perspective was wholly responsible for such conclusions. To other, less interested denizens of the Sapphire City, they were naught but highly respected guests to the high shaman Eskalios. To the more politically endowed, the escort was a signal of worth. Being dragged through the city with guards surrounding them actually had taken away the only advantage that these young foreigners had to their advantage. Blending into acute nothingness. Skoarn were nefariously proud, and they thought little of the other races that came to visit their magnificent city. By singling these two out in a crowd of outsiders, they became beacons of interest.
Even still, it had the mere effect of Cyrus and Draygo’Solarr being noticed by the citizens. Harm seemed above them this day, and perhaps this was to be expected. The guardians hired by Eskalios were likely prestigious fighters. He often had need of good strong soldiers at his side, or to defend other delegates from far away lands that would be sought after, their ears poisoned… or perhaps their food.
When they left the core sector of the Spiregate, and began travelling across a vast bridge crafted of what Cyrus could only assume was Topaz, the air of safety had fled them. It was not so much that there were hostilities present in the open, but that the guards themselves seemed to become quite tense. One played with his hauberk, while the other squeezed and twisted the grip of his spear. The lead, who was apparent by the golden helmet, with a silver plume that rose up like a ponytail, had done nothing to alleviate this tension in Cyrus, when he leaned over to whisper across Draygo’Solarr’s shoulder, “We are coming up on the district of the Green Maw… Be at the ready.”
Though he could only guess, his assumption was that this was a tribal territory, established by green-scaled skoarn at the least, and green dragon shamans at the worst. By definition the gold dragons were enemies to their green brethren, this was no different in the scope of political madness that boiled within the city of dragons. This was especially true of dragon shamans, who are indulgent in the alignment of their totemic worship.
If they crossed the wrong party of people within Green Maw’s territory, they would be in for a bit of the rough and tumble. The guards looked capable of handling themselves, but from what Draygo’Solarr knew of the city, and what Cyrus had heard in rumour, there were some seriously dangerous dragons lurking around shaman controlled regions.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 12:53:29.
Edited on 2008-05-07 at 12:56:39 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Updating.
Bad week, no excuses though. I am updating ASAP.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 12:19:33.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Talk about a bad windfall.
Okay guys, For a vote, I am fine going to either the Heart of Darkness, or the Freeman's way as I suggested in my last post. I am going to attempt a mass update as of today before bed, so that means filthy thief as well. Erm, anyhow, yeah, Heart of Darkness is good, sounds like I'd get my roguish funk on in there.
Edit... ummm, yeah, so my votes for the Freeman's Way.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 12:18:30.
Edited on 2008-05-07 at 15:21:20 by Philosopher
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