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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Standing Upon a Shed Sheds Light to a Dark Dark Crevice of Chance.
Drydoc, The Eye of the Dragon
Marketplace
Febre, Mid day
Through the thick of the crowd the two thief’s tumbled, one fleeing from whom he had stolen, the other chasing what was not rightfully his, but had been taken for his own. Though the halfling was very limber, and had little trouble slipping through the crowd, he still had a hard time keeping a trace on the kobold, who was quicker on his feet. A few times the halfling had lost sight of the scaly little nuisance, though he found him after standing on top of a fruit crate, and then a shed roof. It was atop of the shed that he saw the kobold disappear into the alleyway. He knew that alleyway, it was the thieving guild’s hideout. This was an unsettling turn of events.
Tanglefoot was not a member of the Drydoc thieving guild. He would be in severe danger if he wandered down that alley as a rogue. His options, however, left little to be desired. If he waited the kobold out, surely he would not return with the statuette… even if he could get his revenge on him, it would be meaningless. If he rushed in right away, he knew that the kobold would have likely warned sentries about him, which meant he had little chance of getting in, or getting out alive. However, he could not return to the Brons without his prize. If he failed this mission halfway through, and lost their family artifact forever, he would have to leave Drydoc, and even then, there would be headhunters out for him. Nobility aren’t so forgiving when it comes to vengeance. ‘The theft went so well,’ thought Tanglefoot, ‘I should have known it couldn’t be this easy.’
Posted on 2008-04-18 at 04:29:31.
Edited on 2008-04-18 at 04:30:34 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Oh boy.
Hehe... The woodland mob is making things difficult for me.
Posted on 2008-04-18 at 04:03:10.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: The Spires
Ashlands, Slith Sagonissra
Spiregate, Palace of the Gold Dragon Spirelords
Febre, Dawn
Draygo’Solarr was well versed in the political idiosyncrasies that surrounded the Sapphire City, and enveloped it in dark days of plots and schemes that defiled the very abstract glory of the draconic people. They were the descendents of the first kings of the world. The proud dragons of old, though it was that very distinction that seemed to unbind them, as they all aspired to emulate different versions of their ancestors. Naturally red dragons and gold dragons despised each other, just as copper dragons protected nature, and black dragons infected it.
Though the Skoarn were not bound to a certain disposition in life solely from the colour of their scales, their family line had actually fought for the right of such chromatic distinction. Skoarn were at first grey scaled lizards who had very little to do with magic. They were dragon kin to be sure, but they lacked knowledge of that meaning. It was the first shamans of the old ones that brought purpose to the young dragon race. With what knowledge remained of the elder dragons, they began to assume their ways of life, and subsequently war ensued… In the end, law prevailed, though in tedium. The great city of Slith Sagonissra was founded, crafted by the most powerful sorcerers. The bluish purple hue could be seen from the very outskirts of the Ashlands, and was a beacon for many who heard the call of the dragon’s blood within them.
Because little reliance was made upon manual labour within the society, most of the power belonged to the shamans or the sorcerers. The shamans held power over the courts of the great crystalline city, whereas the sorcerers were the reason for it’s abundant resources, even in a land as desolate as the Ashlands.
Because his father Eskalios was the voice of the Gold Dragon Shamans, he knew the importance of covert thought, and speaking in silence. So he let the listening ears hear what they wanted, quenched their undying curiosity with his own self indignity. They, Draygo’Solarr and Cyrus Brynth were but servants of the ever better Skoarn. Though neither truly believed this, nor deserved such ill repute, it was the only words that echoed through the hall, whilst Draygo embraced Cyrus, and whispered to him the truth of the matter. Just as his father had spoken to him earlier. “Take the sorcerer with you, and be well. I will have four guards escort you to the southern road. Stay on it, the Ashlands are dangerous to even the most experienced shaman. You shall reach the Tar lakes by midday of the morrow.”
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Cyrus clued in on this little game quickly, and returned his understanding of the situation in kind. His voice also boomed, the end of the conversation, a bit more indignant than the elf, however, it was to be expected of a human. For a race so young and weak, they had an overbearing sense of pride. Cyrus had heard this all too often, especially from the common skoarn citizen who thought he could not speak draconic.
The man had looked to the elder dragon for further instruction, but all the dragon did was twinkle his eyes smugly and form his lips into was the sorcerer assumed was a smirk, though it looked more like a snarl. Draygo’Solarr was the first to act, as he greeted the four guards who had appeared at the entrance to the tower, much to the obliviousness of the Berodimen. The dragon’s had always been rather quite in these halls, which he had attributed to years of practice as children.
Draygo’Solarr motion for Cyrus to follow, and began heading down the stairs with two of the guards at the lead. The other two watched the sorcerer somewhat impatiently, though it had been but seconds since their arrival. It was apparent to Cyrus that they were supposed to take the rear, to protect him. A thought occurred to him as he stood there. Eskalios was the leader of the Gold Dragon Shamans, and he was now under his charge. That meant he was the middle man between him, and all of the other factions that sought to overturn the power that the golden dragons possessed in the political chambers of the great city of spires.
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 12:52:37.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Status report
All right then. I've got most everybody in for this week. I will update for Grugg, YeOlde, Hammer, and Sibelius ASAP. I'm gonna wait until Friday for Brianna, and then I will post an update for the woodland mob.
Reralae, Riina doesn't see any wood cutting supplies in the camp, which is actually relatively small, however, she has spotted a barrel of gunpowder along with some sticks of rudimentary dynamite. (How you know that is up to you to explain, but you passed the roll. Maybe you've seen kobolds use it up north in the mines of Tramlot, or perhaps goblins have used it before and you've come across it in your study of them.)
Ayrn, I will introduce you this next coming weekend. I hope to make an update tomorrow and the next day, but it's my busy days once again, so I can't promise anything. Thursday at the latest.
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 12:02:52.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Blah Blah Blah Goes The Man.
Cerric accepts the ioun stones and thanks Brianna for the gifts. He places them around his head and watches them spin. Looking to Vatta he smiles, and then laughs, placing his hands on his hips and striking a superman pose. "What do you think, yonder lady... ist thou impressed by my swirling stones?"
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 09:04:51.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Indeed.
There are seventeen that you have seen. TRSG, you should have put ranks in diplomacy, then you may have been able to woo Riina a bit better. 
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 08:57:36.
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Topic: Pool of Radiance
Subject: Peaches and Cream
The corn was quite delicious, and Brendalla was sure to take her fill. Luckily for the others, her stomach was much smaller, else she might have gone ahead and devoured it all by her self. She looked down at Maximillion and laughed. He had devoured the whole bone and was licking up his slober, which still likely possessed the taste of meat. She scratched him behind the ears, and he looked up at his halfling partner and smiled. A toothier grin she had never seen.
The woman at the bar seemed as though she were sent to try and convince them further of the cause in which they were being elected to deal with. It seemed as though she had been in a far amount of conflict, which was perhaps due to their location. It seemed unwise to announce yourself so brazenly to a feral part of the world such as this. If the town did not stick out like a sore thumb in the middle of these woods, then perhaps they would not be under seiged by bandits, goblins, or worse. Though she often found elves to be far too hawty, at least they knew how to be one with their surroundings. They had been in constant conflict with the orc hordes, and yet their cities rarely fell under seige. Built ahigh, they could easily pick apart their foes with arrows, from a safer distance.
Still, the halfling druid reproached herself on these thoughts. They were a different breed to be sure, but if they did not wish to live in harmony with their surroundings, who was she to judge them. Not all of her halfling brethren were the same... in fact, many were scoundrels of the worst kind.
"As far as I understand it miss. We have already agreed to help you with your cause. It is less important why we should go, then where. If you will direct us, we will be happy to get on our way, after appropriate provisions for the journey have been set. Now, where were these ruins..?"
As she listened to the response of the woman at the bar, she reflected on this new knowledge. Ruins were often inhabited by tribes of wild races, such as orcs and lizardfolk. It was yet another misgiving for these humans to be so near a sight as this. Perhaps the people that had originally built these ruins still lived near by. What if this village was tresspassing, and their bad luck was due to a breach of territorial law?
After listening to the woman describe the location of the ruins in more detail, Brendalla hops off of her chair and onto the saddless back of her husky companion, looking at the remaining members of her travelling band. "Shall we?"
And with that small question, she steers Max towards the door, searching out Karlana. "A hero is upon a page of parchment, or in the whisperings of a camp fire. What we are in truth is often much less than what will be in legend. However, should we find these children, we will be to them, if not their elders, a path upon the cliff. They stand upon the edge. Here and now, we may be their rope. We can guide them down, and yet what the world will fail to remember, is that they were the ones who had to climb."
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 08:54:01.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Woodland Mob Part II
Goblin encampment
Iodum Road, on the edge of the Paegos forest
Febre, Minutes after Midnight
Two pairs of chartreuse eyes peer across the Ioudum road into the goblin encampment, where a bonfire is ablaze, and two living elves lie on the brink of destiny. The two fae are at odds with each other, right from the beginning of their coexistence. Though surely the young Riina does not want to see any lives lost unwillingly, she knows of no scale in which to measure the worth of one over the other. She had trained herself against the goblinoids in her youth, so that she might defend herself, or her home against their aggression, but here and now was neither circumstance. She would have to bleed them dry if they were discovered, lest they return with a larger force, or worse yet, simply burn the forest down around them.
Acantha was different in this view. The elven children of Sucurion, were also the first children of the great mother. Goblins were plentiful, and the elves so few. Elves sought a communion with nature that no other race beheld, whereas goblins seemed far keener on death, destruction, dominance, and hatred. They were interlopers in these lands, with no purpose besides hunting down what ought not be sought.
In his mind, there lie the memory of his visions in the fog of sleep, on the darkness that approached. He knew little of the skoarn, other than their dragon heredity, and had nothing but assumptions, however, he knew of black scaled murderers that would bring war to the lands, and scorch the earth with their poisonous intent. If ever they needed the elves en masse, it was now. Though he was not intentionally aggravating his female counterpart, his urgency felt more commanding, because the necessity of his actions felt drawn from the world without, and not from his heart within. He was being pushed by the spirit of all to proceed. Still, he waited, counted, and waited ever more, bow in hand.
The druidic fae counted the heads of his foe, and saw twelve. Twelve deadly souls that were connected to him through life, and separated through ideals. Riina’s hand brushed his arm gently to get his attention. She was pointing to the south, where another group of five goblins had formed ranks. Acantha nodded, thinking that they were heading off to investigate the torchlight that had been on the road just minutes before.
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Tianna struggled gingerly with her bondage, gently fiddling with the knots, slowly loosening them. They had been tied better than she would have imagined, though she felt as though some progress was being made. Through mere slits in her eyes she watched the goblins passing by, pretending that she was still unconscious. She knew that there were at least four of them around, though she assumed that there were others that she could not see. Two were across from her, joking with one another by the sound of their laughter. The bonfire would provide little cover from them if she attempted to flee. She noted that they had short bows slung over their shoulders, and hand axes that they placed beside them on a log that they used as a bench. Two of the others that she had seen were patrolling. Their group was well organized. No slacking off, they had a strong martial air about them, even though they were little more than a raiding party. Before she had gone down, she had seen six of them die, which meant that they weren’t infallible, just well trained. It was likely that they were young recruits, they looked young, then again, it was hard to tell… they were goblins after all. What did a young goblin look like?
As she fumbled in between periods of stillness when she sensed a patrol coming from behind, or saw one from the front, she managed to loosen the ropes around her hands enough that she could wriggle free at any moment, but she imagined it would still take a good ten seconds to free her legs, perhaps more, or less depending on how adept the knot tier had been. It was dangerous to attempt, but the danger of staying was absolute. Surely death or slavery would ensue, and maybe she could live like that, but she doubted that the young boy could.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 08:28:46.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Grugg Updated...
Yup, you killed the damn ogre... Not that it was all your fault mind you.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 04:49:34.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Grugg Smash Indeed...
Upon the Dragon’s Lash
Grugg and his militia
When the first initial “shock” had left Grugg, he realized that his former commander had not become a boulder, but rather had been hit by one. Following the light from the sorcerer to the “tall man” on the mountainside, his blood boiled and he rushed to greet the enemy, with his club. The quick reflexes of the sorcerer honed in another unerring surge of magical energy at the ogre before the titan clashed with the orcs. The giant was an intimidating sight, even to the seasoned orc veterans who were not much smaller than it, however Grugg was not afraid. He knew little of death, except that he could make it well. With his club raised high above his head he leapt overtop the two other orcs and slammed his tree trunk sized weapon into the side of the ogre’s head.
It was sickening thud, and the sound of bones cracking ensued. The ogre’s left eye went red with blood, he staggered, and blood began to drain from his ears. He collapsed into the soft muddy surface of the mountain step, his breath laboured for but seconds before it ceased to work. The two other orcs backed away from Grugg, his posterior all the more intimidating. They did not understand magic, so they were unaware of what exactly the sorcerer had accomplished with his arrows of light, however, it was mind numbingly clear what the strength of Grugg was with his club in hand.
The period of grace did not last long though, as the sharp whistle of a javelin came crying through the air, the spear piercing right into one of the orcish fighters. He dropped his axe and clutched at the javelin that was now embedded in his chest. He was not dead, but as he collapsed to his knees grunting, it was easy to see that he would be of little use in any upcoming battles. Grugg could see the second ogre standing upon a rock that overlooked the party. He was only about ten strides away, and the barbarian could likely reach him if he rushed.
The sorcerer began casting his magic anew, pointing a finger in the direction of the new threat. Cold air seemed to emanate from his body, and was felt by Grugg, even though he was several feet away. Suddenly a line of rippling ice went streaming towards the ogre on top the higher cliff, marking the ogre’s shoulder with frost burn, red welt searing into his flesh.
The remaining orc watched Grugg, preparing to follow his lead. Although Grugg was not necessarily the brightest of orcs, he was now a bonified Giant Slayer. There had been stories about the ogres in the mountains, and none of them ever related their death’s coming with the ease of a raised club. There was something malicious about this particular barbarian’s soul. Superstition was highly tendered amongst the orcs of the plateaus. A part of life for those that understood the concept.
Grugg… well… he had a pet rock.
(Damnit… you killed my first ogre! Here, have another one!)
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 04:47:40.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Let's Regroup Shall We?
Things had turned out to be worse than she ever imagined. Llammoth wasn't going to fool herself, she knew that where there were disturbances of this magnitude, that guards would be chasing down the door soon after. They were always available when you had no use of them... but of course.
The screams of the crowd suddenly went from exasperation, to anger. A mob was forming, and all due creation from the hands of her sister Percy. The screams said that she killed a boy. This was dire news indeed. News that became fictitious at the healing song of Bensiel.
Slowly, so as not to make waves, she crept through the crowd, hood still in place, until she was amongst the mob that was at first angry, and then astounded by magic. There were no more threatening faces, but disappointed ones to be sure. None moreso, it seemed, than that of her brother Pio. The guards caught up to the scene, as they generally do, and asked Percy to go along with them, as well as Pio, who Percy had singled out in the crowd, a bluff gone wrong. No one was going to take her word over that of a regal knight, not after the mass hysteria had decidedly favoured her as the culprit. More than that, Llammoth realized that Pio knew how to play this game quite well, cultivating a look of nonchalance and oblivion.
He went along with the guards, though not before her brother Miran had spoken to him. This was complicating matters. Even if the boy was all right, her sister had broken severe laws with what she did, and now there would be consequences... consequences that they couldn't afford at the moment.
After Pio and Percy leave, and Miran is looking about for his absent sister, she disrobes her hood, and steps out of the crowd, talking to him before he even realizes she is beside him. "So, what are we to do now? Suddenly this whole thing is becoming a frugal effort. Now we are down two, and by the looks of things, they may be gone for quite some time."
Looking over her shoulder to her brother Bensiel she smirks, her brother basking in the glory of a healer, though that was not his main function. His song was powerful, but he was no priest... in fact, they were all lucky that the kid wasn't truly dead, if there is anything that she can do to help her siblings now... she would have been unable to do so then.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 18:38:26.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Posts and Updates
All right. I posted the introductions to Hammer, Sibelius, and YeOlde. I will update the first two, Grugg and the Woodland Mob later on today. As for you Ayrn, once I get your full character sheet, I can start writing up your introduction. Right now I need some sleep, and then... I also have to post in the other games I'm playing in, lol.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 15:10:22.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: One Tangled Foot, A Tripping on Laces of Lizard Skinned Shoes.
Drydoc, The Eye of the Dragon
Marketplace
Febre, Mid day
Drydoc. The land of promise… if you were a halfling. It was one place that Tanglefoot Brambleburr found to be exclusively welcoming to his kind, with the exception of the manjithi camps of course. Even then, the humans of Manj knew to wary of the child sized tricksters. The morgithites, however, still seemed giddily unaware that halflings could do wrong. Many a pocket was picked in the absence of their guard. For Tanglefoot, it had made him a living. He was well acquainted with the sleight of hand. Social gatherings were his favourite, as there were far too many people bumping around each other to check who was robbing who. It was lucky that the market was booming, and the economy on a continuous incline. It was the trade centre of all the human lands. It was ironic too, for the city was built upon boards, high above any conventional means of transportation. His Strongheart brothers had cornered the market with their crag gas filled balloons.
Tanglefoot had been around, he was born and raised in the caravans that travelled through the countries of Manj and Qinxor, but had left his halfling home to explore and find work in the exciting human cities. Qinxor had been home to the young halfling for quite some time. He had recently migrated to Drydoc after things became heated amongst him and a local thieving guild by the name of Silverstrings. In Drydoc, he had found a reprieve from the complications of his old life, however he could not seem to steer clear of the life of a criminal as in previous years. If not for his nimble fingers he may have ended up a beggar on the street. He was talented, but had a knack for mischief that had always made his potential employers nervous.
Still, he had taken up the occasional job as mercenary, or even a ‘retrieval specialist’. Often, too often it seemed, nobles would fight over meaningless things, such as rights of marriage and the ownership of tiny plots of land which borders had been clumsily or hastily established. In a recent case, two families; the Brons and the Adamars, were negotiating a settlement of dowry between the young daughter of the Brons, and the eldest son, a soldier of some esteem, to the Adamars. The dowry had been settled upon with a ruby statuette of a dragon, an artifact that had been in the Brons line for over two thousand years, and was a monument to the lineage carried in their blood. They had agreed upon the price because they were desperate. Though they were a noble family, they had run short on funds, and were on the brink of becoming low middle class, with naught but their name, and their family jewel as a bartering tool, they would establish themselves in the world with a connection to a notoriously rich family, the Adamars.
Tanglefoot had been hired by the Brons to retrieve the statuette after the wedding, and return it to the rightful owners of such a jewel. He had been doing just that… then disaster suddenly struck.
He had keen senses mind, but even he could not watch from all angles in a crowded marketplace. He had the statuette hidden in a hempen sack, which he had slung over his back. Not generally worried about thieves, who preferred the pockets of rich men to likeminded halflings, he walked confidently, albeit swiftly, towards the housing district, where he could find his contact. Then, out of nowhere a rock slammed into his temple, knocking him silly, and making the world spin around in circles whilst he tried to regain his bearings. A violent tug suddenly had the sack wrenched from his hands and left him prone, staring upside down at the scaled feet of a kobold thief, dashing through the crowd with his loot!
“Oh boy,” Thought Tanglefoot, “You’ve really done it this time. If you go to the Brons empty handed, you may as well kiss your arse goodbye!” Flipping himself off the wooden floor of the marketplace, he struggled to his feet and tried to find some sort of composure. What to do! What to do?
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 15:02:21.
Edited on 2008-04-11 at 04:58:31 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Sinking Doom
Ashlands, Slith Sagonissra
Spiregate, Palace of the Gold Dragon Spirelords
Febre, Dawn
The sky is particularly black on the morning of Febre, there has been an increasing amount of volcanic activity in the Ashlands over the past few weeks, and the ominous tension in the air was what apocalyptic prophecies were made of. Not that Cyrus was keen on such doom saying, but the falling ash blanketed the crystalline towers of the Skoarn much like the first falls of snow in the glacial fields of his homeland. In that time of the year, the weather turned worse within an instant, and half and hour could mean the difference between life and death. He had travelled away from his home, and his family… his dear sister, in search of a higher calling. The Brynth line had always been blessed with the blood of the arcane. However, he wanted more than a few parlour tricks at his disposal. He was young and ambitious, and with the Skoarn becoming a new root of power within the culture of the land, he sought to expose himself to the realm of magic that they would usher in anew.
They were an interesting breed, these dragons. They squabbled like the elder ladies of the tribes who had survived perhaps too many winter’s in the Horn. He had found that their society, though well off, was also in constant turmoil. Their differing sects fought openly between one another in public, with citizens either carrying on about their business, or stopping to cheer on their allies. Shaman circles became little more than gangs who vied for control of territory within the great city of Slith Sagonissra (Sapphire City). Oftentimes there would be criers on the corners of each district, advising the denizens as to which areas were now controlled by which faction. This was quite necessary, as some of the radical chromatic shaman worshippers would kill the mistaken traveller without so much as a warning if found in the wrong area at the wrong time.
Still, as a manipulator of powerful magics, a sorcerer if you will, Cyrus was able to find lodgings in the central nexus of the city core. Feuding was strictly forbidden near the royalty of the city, and though Slith Sogonissra was watched over by a family of Gold Dragon Shamans, this control was not contested by the other dragon cults, for they understood the need for control in a city so anarchaic as it were.
Cyrus, was able to learn a great deal from the scholars in the central nexus, which had been coined Spiregate by other great human dragon bloods that had visited over the past few thousand years, though like the others, he was forced into labour for the Skoarn. It was only fair. His lodgings were paid for, and he was taught how to hone in on the presence of his draconic bloodline, and in return he was given errands to run for the elder sages of the mystical libraries within the towers of the great sapphire fortress that was Spiregate.
He had been awoken by a servant to the great Dragon Shaman Eskalios, who he had shared a small acquaintance with. Eskalios was an admired icon to the Gold Dragon shaman clan, The Light of Law. His pupils had been the defenders of the border between the Ashlands and the Sonron coast for many decades, though the western front had become peaceable after the establishment of treatise between the skoarn and the goblin kingdom of Min’mon.
The young sorcerer had been warned ahead of time that he would be heading out of the city limits before the end of the day, and knowing how little patience the fiery blooded dragon kin possessed, he assumed the worst and packed his things for a long journey. He could complain, even refuse to travel in the hostile Ashlands, but it would gain him little favour, and damage his otherwise promising reputation amongst the skoarn of Slith Sagonissra. New travelled fast when many in the population possessed wings.
Up the deep blue spire he scaled, to one of the most prominent towers in the whole of the city. There were no doors within the palace, and sound resonated well. Spies needn’t try hard to intercept conversations within the walls of Spiregate. It was perhaps why conflicts were so frequent. If ever the wrong words were spoken, your enemy would know before your friends… or so they said. Still, there was a student of Eskalios stationed at the entrance to his high abode. The thick scaled warrior hissed as Cyrus approached, which the Berodiman know knew meant that he was accepted, though under supervision. It was a common greeting for foreigners to this land. The dragons were very distrustful of outsiders, and for good reason. As before, dragonslayers had arisen again, to attempt one of two things, the first being that dragon scales, and blood sold high, for their magical applications, the second, more occult reasoning, was the abolishment of magic in Drakenhorde’s realm. Many, such as the Hyraxian Circle yearn for a revisiting of the Ten Centuries of Silence.
The cylindrical quarters were for the most part barren. Eskalios was a warrior that had little need for the aesthetic, or material comfort. There was the podium in which dragon’s sleep, and, a rather comfortable looking square carpet. Though he was curious as to it’s purpose in an otherwise sparse household, it was the sight of Eskalios, open armed in greeting, with an tall elven male beside him that took priority in his inquisitive study. He had not seen an elf before, though he had heard tales of their kind, and could tell what he was by the sharp ears, and almond shaped eyes. The emerald pools that bore back into him were powerful and uncontrived. He was a man of power by nature, not by being sculpted. Though, if he were a pupil of Eskalios’, he was indeed forged in the fires of righteous strength, and an unshakable courage and piety.
The elder dragon shaman seemed to read the man’s mind, “This,” he said, in a masterful draconic voice, “is my adopted son, Draygo’Solarr.”
Cyrus’ eyes flickered back and forth between the dragon and the elf for a moment, before the elf said in a language far more human, though somewhat accented, “Greetings, friend of the old world, today, we shall bring to light a coming darkness.”
Such crypticism… and yet he possessed a marvellously fluid voice. The accent was more soothing than complicating. The s’ seemed to slither like the forked tongue of a skoarn, but the articulation in his voice was profound. A mixture of sharpness, and softness. His t’s seemed to chirp like the fowl that predominated the summer season in the Dragon’s horn.
Eskalios nodded in silent agreement. “Yes… I have a dangerous assignment for you on this morning.” At the word morning, the dragon looked up. His ceiling, Cyrus realized for the first time, was made of clear crystal, and one could see the sky as though there were no roof to his personal tower. It was a beautiful sight to behold. “In the south are the tar lakes of Sudiglan. Recently there have been disturbing creatures coming from that abyss. What I require of you is this, accompany my son to the tar pits, and collect a sample of the lakes there. I must have it studied, to detect what impurities may be causing these horrid abominations.”
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 14:21:20.
Edited on 2008-04-10 at 14:22:11 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: TRSG
Is that a spot check your requesting? Don't worry, I will elaborate in the update, keeping in mind that you've been monitoring the camp all day.
Posted on 2008-04-08 at 08:27:00.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Sigh.
I will post soon. Got caught up with my new endeavour. Busy for a couple days though, so no later than thursday, but not necessarily any earlier. I kind of disappeared anyhow, so it worked out well.
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 22:09:00.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Vilyamar
Did your character just make fun of Kumadel for being blown up? That's harsh!
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 21:56:44.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Brianna
We all just fantasize you being tied up is all 
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 21:54:20.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: On Another Note.
All right. Ran out of time, so the third party won't be in today. Don't worry YeOlde, I haven't forgotten about you either. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I work two jobs, so I have an hour and a half to work on things between bed and work, so don't expect too much from me until the weekends, that's where I really shine.
That being said, I should have most of the third groups introduction underway, I'm just waiting for that last good to go response from hammer. As for the halfling, I will have to concoct some interesting entrance into the game... and it appears we have yet another joiner, who will be adding yet another twist to the plot. Muahahaha! (Sorry, but I figured it was prime time I got my first evil laugh in.)
As for updates on the first two groups. That will likely wait until Thursday, however, I noticed that the two killoren have a great opportunity to roleplay a little in between if you two so choose.
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 13:21:41.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Just a note
I've had to edit something in the elven racial profile. I changed the Elven Courtbow to Elvencraft bow, as that is it's proper name. Also, I've made the Sucurion Elf Proficient with it, rather than familiar with it. One more thing, I've changed eternal life to include the penalties of long life, only they do not ever reach Maximum Age... just thought I'd fix it quick before the ball gets really rolling along.
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 13:04:46.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: The Woodland Mob
Ioudum, the northern road
Frimfar outskirts, just south of the Paegos
Neulos, Minutes From Midnight
Four nights of despair had rested young Riina from her home with the dryad Xera, and onto the open road. Visions in her sleep showed a pair of older killoren huddling together in the sand. The female looked up at her with cerulean eyes that pleaded as much as they loved. “Help us, Riina. We need your help!” The male says nothing, and looks to be ill. The woman in the dream is coddling the man, as though he were a child. Riina had mixed emotions about the vision, but she was sure that the people within it were her parents. Finally, after the fourth day in a row, having the same images pass through her sleeping mind, she decided that she would head toward the only place she knew to be sandy like in those fearful thoughts. She would head to the Eye of the Dragon, and see if she could unravel the mystery that was these powerful premonitions, if that was what they really were.
Travelling north on the winding trail that borders the western edges of the Frimfar and Paegos forests, she travels by torchlight, which allows her to move swiftly. The sun had set many hours ago, and it was a moonless night, which was very rare indeed. Usually one of the two moons would be out after the sun had fallen behind the Dragon’s Lash. The darkest night of the year, the killoren called it firthernim, which loosely translated into black sky.
Alone with her thoughts and her worries, the young killoren was suddenly startled by a sound in the bushes. She waved her torch bearing arm towards the noise, raising it above her head to cast a glow towards the trees. It was the face of another killoren, whose green eyes glistened in the light of the flame, that greeted her. “Quickly!” he said, with an urgency in his voice, “You must douse the torch and follow me! These roads are not safe on this eve.”
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Acantha had seen Riina’s torchlight twinkle in and out of the trees for some time, though he remained hidden in the forest walls watching her for some time. He was relieved to see that it was another killoren who had been travelling at night, and not another faction of goblin raiders. The grim events of the evening tolled heavily on his mind. From within the protection of the forest, he had witnessed a small group of elves surrounded by goblin marauders, most of which were promptly killed, with the exception of three, who were taken as prisoners. He had scouted the goblin camp from among the trees, and was sad to see the death of one prisoner, a silver haired elven man, who likely had lost too much blood. The goblins had not tended the wounds of the fallen elves.
When the killoren druid had seen that his cousin was heading right towards the goblin encampment, he moved to the outskirts of the woods, and called out to her. She was close enough to the goblins that they might have already seen the torchlight. This meant they would be sending a scouting party to investigate, and the goblins saw better in the dark than the fae did.
His loyal wolf Cheli stood beside him, his nose hard at work. He had obviously picked up the scent of several goblins in the vicinity, and his composure was somewhat on edge. The wolf’s natural instinct was to flee, but he had a pact with Acantha, who had been a good friend, and a better servant of nature.
Though Acantha loathed conflict, and would not fight if it were not willed by the great mother, he believed that the surviving elves must be rescued from the clutches of these malevolent goblins, who were hellbent on eradicating the remainder of Sucurion’s children. Nature would not condone the extinction of one of her most prized creation, and with but a handful of elves left alive, any loss was severe.
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Goblin encampment
Just off Ioudum road
Inside the goblin camp, three elves lay, one was a corpse, the others soon to follow his example. Tianna had regained consciousness some time ago, and had been squirming gently so as not to be noticed. Yet to no avail, as the ropes that bound her were tied well. She looked over to the elven male who still breathed. He was not awake, the poor boy, couldn’t be old enough to fight, and yet, here he was. Tianna’s eyes took in the camp, noting the position of her equipment, which was piled up on the other side of the bonfire that raged close by.
If she were to survive this, she would need to get her weapons, but may not have time to don her armour before the goblins gave chase. And what of the boy? Could she save him without endangering herself in the process. If she could not escape with him, they would both die. Was such self sacrifice really worth it? If two lives were lost instead of one? No, she could fight while he fled… (Really the choice is yours Dragon Mistress and co. I still don’t whose the player behind the character lol. Of course, you still need to escape.)
(All right. This post is going out to Reralae, TRSG, and Brianna/Dragon Mistress. I’ve left it brief, because how you interact with each other depends on the following events. Does Riina listen to Acantha? Do they travel to the encampment to try and save the elves. As for Tianna, well, you can always try to escape the ropes, and present to me your state of mind when it comes to escape. Do you flee, with or without the boy, or do you stay and fight?)
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 02:42:27.
Edited on 2008-04-07 at 03:09:50 by Philosopher
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: As For The Others!
I'm sorry but I didn't quite get the posting finished for the second group, nevermind the third. I'm hoping to finish a post for the woodland mob tonight, and maybe even get Hammer and Sibelius started tomorrow morning... though that is a maybe. I should have another group running tomorrow by the latest.
Posted on 2008-04-06 at 14:34:20.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Great!
That was the funniest thing I've seen for a long time. You've outdone yourself dear Gruggles!
Posted on 2008-04-06 at 13:03:32.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: To Hammer
I will send you a draft of your potential character tomorrow morning. which is about six hours from now. Then you can tell me what you think.
Posted on 2008-04-06 at 07:24:48.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: By The Way.
I am working on the other characters storylines, and should have some more of you guys out tomorrow morning.
Posted on 2008-04-06 at 03:01:24.
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