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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Nenmar - Day 1 - Meeting Tenee

Along the not-so-busy roads of the Shadow District, Guinevere passes for the most part unnoticed as she nears the city center.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around before." A shy voice murmurs behind you.

If you turn, you see a girl younger than you. She is wearing a few tattered clothes, but her shawl looks fairly well made. She looks at you curiously, and honestly.

Guinevere stops and turns, her hazel eyes immediately giving away some hidden dark talent. "Yes?" she replies, not unkindly, but cautiously.

The girl is slightly alarmed by your eyes, but doesn't let it show all that much; only a slight shiver is seen. "It's just that, well... you looked interesting, all black and all." She says, apparently trying to be friendly but sighs, "Oh, OK... I'm new here and just wanted to know why everyone seems so ... apathetic." She says the last part quietly, almost too shy to bring it up.

"Apathy happens when no one wants to be bothered," Guinevere says with a little sigh. She tries to gauge the age of the girl, "You're young; don't you have a family to look after you?"

The girl looks away, her eyes slightly distant.

You judge the girl to be not quite in the teen years, but not far from it either. She says quietly, "Well, not really."

The girl fidgets nervously.

"So you're like me, orphan-almost. You obviously don't belong to an orphanage, so I will ask how you've survived. Most children on the streets don't make it long." Guinevere begins walking again, inviting with body language for the other girl to walk with her

"I don't really know; the fire occurred several months ago, but according to another person I met it was seven years ago." She says shyly, following, "I was good at creating little ornaments, so I tried to sell what I had made. It wasn't much, and I spent a bit on the materials for more, but it was enough to buy food."

"What kind of ornaments? By the way, my name is Guinevere," she mentions while slipping between taller people.

The girl continues to follow, replying, "Oh, nothing much; I never had the materials to do anything fancy. They were just little pendants you could attach a string to. Kind of like a sort of charm. I'm Tenee."

Guinevere was developing a companionship for this other girl fast, but always kept to her job to help her fend for herself. "Who is this other person you mention? The one who said your parents died seven years ago?"

"Oh, the person I bought supplies for my charms from; they had a thing that said what day and year it was. For some reason, it was seven years ago, but I know it was five months ago." She says, scratching her head because she couldn't quite fathom the phenomenon.

"It's very confusing; I still don't understand it." Tenee adds.

"Perhaps you lost your memory?" Guinevere asks finding her destination: a place to buy some breakfast

"No... That can't be it..." Tenee says stubbornly, "I have a fairly good memory, including memorizing the place where I found that odd lightning bolt."

At this point, Tispers can be seen walking up the street.

"Well-" Guinevere cuts off suddenly at the strangely familiar figure that she just saw. The dream returned to her in an instant, but before her mind had time to form the exact thought, she leapt up onto the fountain side and gazed into the direction she lost sight of him. Sure enough, she found the massive figure again, only catching the scaled back of his head. To confirm her suspicions, she dropped to the ground and started to trail him through the crowd. "Hang on." she told the other girl as she began weaving through the streets.

Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:31:08.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Nenmar - The First Day - Arrival and Awakening

Tispers jumps off the deck of his ship onto the silky sand beach. "This is no good, there is no way I'll be using this thing again anytime soon..." He lets out a huge sigh and pats the ship as the bridge completely collapses before his eyes. "I wonder if I can find anything about my enemy here... more importantly, I wonder if this where I will find the Cliffs of Venerro," he mutters to himself.

Tispers wanders off towards the direction of the town, in hopes that he can find something out.

Guinevere Feyheart awakes in near total darkness with a yawn. She tugs on her blanket and looks down at the resistance; a cat lay, still asleep, curled up by her feet. She flicked the blanket to inform the stray that the source of warmth would soon depart. Two flicks later and the cat was on its way, while she gathered her pillow-backpack and checked her possessions. Moments later the young blonde appeared out of a dark alley in the Shadow District. She has a tiny frame and wears mostly black clothing and carries a backpack of all her possessions. She quietly slips in with the morning traffic (in this district that was very little to work with). Her mind is already busying itself with things she must do today, but the haunting memory of her dream returns, and she makes plans to ask about the Cliffs of Venerro.

Upon reaching the closed city gate that faces the Lost Beach, Tispers is hailed: "Who are you there? State your business in Enompt!" The one that hailed him appears to be a relatively young man in one of the sentry towers.

Tispers looks at his face. "I seek knowledge, my business is personal," he promptly states back.

The sentry nods, "You'd likely be best headed for the city center; that is where most news and dealings occur. It is straight up this street, and is itself centered upon a fountain; you can't miss it. Open the gate!" It appears the sentry was actually supposed to guide visitors rather than to inquisition them.

With a groan of complaining gears, the metal gate is raised, allowing Tispers passage.

"Thank you," Tispers says with a light smile. Entering the gate he followed the sentry’s instructions down to the city center.

Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:27:27.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Twin Worlds Q&A
Subject: Auguries of Destruction: The Twin Worlds Q&A

This is the Q&A thread for the Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds Campaign.

Players and Characters:
PlayerNenmar CharacterIlliaera Character
Sibelius Eos OwmGuinevereSable

Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:22:41.
Edited on 2008-06-15 at 05:59:48 by Reralae

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds

Many years have passed since the Wave of the Linsemptus first appeared. Initially there were few of them, and no one considered them a threat. But they evolved, becoming a threat beyond any which the two worlds have seen. These two worlds, each found in the dream of the other, have now reached a point of desperation; even natural enemies are allies to find a weakness in the Linsemptus. There is no more reason to fight each other, because there will be nothing left anyway. Others fight even more desperately, choosing to attain their deepest desire before the world’s end. These creatures are driven by their own will, and that of fear; they are creatures beyond hope, trying to attain anything that is of worth.

These two worlds, Illiaera and Nenmar, overlay each other, with natural features appearing in the same respective area on both of them. In both worlds, the destruction caused by the Linsemptus has been fierce; cracks splinter across the skies, and ruptures in the very fabric of the two worlds are not an uncommon sight. No one knows where the Linsemptus come from, and no one knows where it will end.

Both worlds have made armies and many attempts to destroy the Linsemptus, but to no avail. However, there is some unknown force at work as well, attempting to form a final assault against the Linsemptus. It has watched, and continues to watch, hesitating to act as it is not native to either world. But even if it feels it is not proper for it to help and interfere, it has done so in a subtle way. Each of your characters, in the twilight before the time of sleep, is drawn to look at the moon. There appears to be a twinkle of light in the sky in line with the moon, and headed towards you. You watch perplexed and stunned as it descends slowly, much like a snowflake, and lands on your forehead. The sensation felt of it landing is far unlike that of a cold snowflake, but rather you feel warmth spreading throughout your body, starting from the point where the light touched you. It isn’t overbearingly hot, but is comfortable warmth that relaxes you and you close your eyes in response. In the warmth you feel a rising sensation, yet at the same time, you feel a strange sense of something sliding away from you.

Alarmed, you open your eyes, and find that you’re hovering in a strange land, it is unlike any you may have seen in your home world. The clouds overhead are bright colours; the flowing ground appears as a bright sea of turquoise colour, that for some reason you are able to stand on despite its apparent fluidity. There are others here besides you, other ones whom you do not seem to know, but you cannot see their features clearly to tell either.

“Your worlds are running out of time.”

This gentle voice is heard on the breeze, yet even if you try, you cannot find the source of the voice, but you do know it is none of the others here.

“I have brought you together, because it is only together that you can stand a chance against the menace. Furthermore, it is only you who can bring about the end and new beginning that many desire.”

These words bear heavy upon your souls, yet you are able to shoulder the responsibility if you so choose.

“I am sorry I cannot give you complete instruction, but you must return; the time spent here is time lost for you. In order for you to meet each other, go to the Cliffs of Venerro. From there you will be able to follow the path if you so choose.”

With these final words, you begin to feel slightly heavier, and your eyes are unable to stay open as your souls return to your bodies left in your worlds. You then awake at dawn, in the same place you were prior to this apparition. Are you ready to follow the unknown path?

Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:15:07.

Topic: Dragonfly in the Black
Subject: So...

I guess this is being dropped? (Having read the introductory post for your newest game)

Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:07:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: To Dwell Upon the Past

Linnix looks up from her own bowl of stew and rolls her eyes.

Impatiently she says, "I said it once already, and I'll say it again. At this point, how doesn't matter any more. Loriel and Kas are gone. That's it. If there was nothing you could have done, then there was nothing you could have done! Now please, can we get a move on? We do have a quest to finish you know."

Linnix pauses, and thoughtfully adds, "It looks like a fairly good day to travel, so we should make good use of it. We can talk on the road if need be."

Posted on 2008-06-14 at 20:58:00.

Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Galen Likes to Read

"Come on, we should all go,"

"The corridor isn't going anywhere," Galen murmurs quietly while still reading.

Realizing that might have been too soft, as his voice usually is, Galen speaks up again, "We're in no hurry that I can tell, and I have one more thing I want to check."

Galen closes his eyes. There is a slim possibility that this is actually a dream, and if it is indeed a dream, then he could use that. Galen tests the borders of his consciousness, but finds they are not hazy, as they would usually be in sleep. Galen nods, so this is real. Or at the very least, not a dream.

Owen too checks this, but in a different way, by actually testing this world's magic. Galen nods at the result. He expected as much, considering that the directions in his book had only verified and extended on his own theories about magic.

"Holy . . ."

"Krutz?" Galen offers, prefering even mundane words over colloquial swears and languange.

In the back of his mind, Galen thinks ahead. There is an uncanny resemblance between the spells in his book and those in the PHB, as well as the Spell Compendium. If this world indeed followed the outlines of D&D, then that would imply that his magic would be severely limited. Galen shrugs; that actually didn't matter so much, because if this is true, then almost the only spell he truly wants is one he'll get soon enough, provided he uses the knowledge in his spellbook to provide hints and the infrastructure to 'discover' it.

"Onward then."

Grabbing another torch, Galen follows the others, definitely not in the front. When walking in a group, Galen seldom walks in the front, and so too even here. However, Galen can't help but be curious as to exactly what Owen is doing in the front.

Posted on 2008-06-14 at 17:46:03.
Edited on 2008-06-17 at 06:22:58 by Reralae

Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Power Hidden in the Truth

The book was the first thing that draws in Galen's attention. Everything else almost doesn't matter at this point in time, there is only him, and the book. However, there is also another feeling, although it isn't new. Inconvenience? That is one way to put it. An inconvenience that he had been trying to solve for years, that hadn't been solved just from this abrupt change of setting. Oh well, if this book is what it appears to be, it would give a different path anyway. Galen sits on the ground, cross-legged, with the book open on his lap.

Within these pages is directions to wield power. Galen thinks as he methodically reads every page in his book.

Galen stops for a moment, and closes his eyes. With power comes responsibility. The responsibility to use it properly, and not abuse it. The Light chooses to use it to strike the Darkness, and likewise the Darkness will attack the Light. That is the Eternal War, but the true path is in the Twilight. I know this... do I accept it?

Inside, Galen smiles, Yes. I had made this commitment before, and I will make it here too. Even if the people here are indeed ready for this power, I won't merely give it to them. I will be a gatekeeper, and if by Destiny they are ready, then Destiny will provide it, given time.

The interconnections between the natural and the supernatural are outlined in the book. How to use one to alter the other, and yet, Galen can't help but notice small things that do not truly make sense. Some aspects seem slightly redundant, but it would be wise to still make the notions anyway, unless there is a clear way around it.

The requirement of material items? Galen wonders, That would make sense, if the material was actually used, but for these relatively simple spells, it seems to only provide more of a focus to concentrate one's thought on. If I'm right, I should be able to do without them, at least for these spells.

Galen tentatively reaches outwards with his right hand, feeling the unseen and unfelt waves of the omnipresent forces that give magic its form. Satisfied with just feeling their existance for now, Galen withdraws his hand without doing anything, nods once to himself, and rises to follow the others, clasping the book shut and holding it as if it were just one of his many school textbooks.

Posted on 2008-06-14 at 05:18:28.
Edited on 2008-06-14 at 05:20:50 by Reralae

Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Introductions

"Nice to meet you Chris. I'm Cindi Lawran." Cindi says, giving another polite smile, and even a curtsying motion.

((Upon seeing the picture))

Cindi frowns, "Where'd you get that?"

She examines the picture, taking in the setting, as well as her apparent mood in the picture. She doesn't remember being there, in the cemetary, much less the scenario in the picture, but it could still easily be true. Maybe I like drawing grafitti then? She wonders.

"I think before we go on, we may have to go back to where we've been, are you ladies armed?"

"I do have a weapon..." Cindi admits, "But I don't want to use it unless I really have to; I think it's unreliable. If I find something else that's better, I'd much rather use it."

Well, it'll definitely be unreliable if I can't get to it in time. Cindi thinks. Grudgingly, she takes out the gun slightly hidden in the first-aid kit, loads it, and sticks it in her hoodie kangaroo pocket. The gun feels awkward to her, a bit clunky, definitely not her weapon of choice, if she did have a weapon of choice somewhere in that void memory space. Finally, Cindi notices her wrist tattoo. Gothic and flowery? I guess I have a slightly peculiar taste... Cindi thinks.

Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:46:02.
Edited on 2008-06-13 at 00:49:39 by Reralae

Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: The Ammunition...

Would be per single loading of the weapon, which varies between the individual weapons.

You can see the DMG for the number of shots you get per weapon loading.

So, for example, the automatic pistol has a magazine of 15 bullets, so buying one set of ammunition for that gives you one magazine of 15 bullets.

There is a difference between the number of bullets you get for the different guns, but that's primarily because they are different bullets. They just happen to have the same price.

Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:27:09.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Q and A

Gladiator Arena Main Office
Four and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight

"Am I free to go my own way?"

"That entirely depends on if you remain the defending champion or not." Fahinn explains, "If you wish to continue to show your prowess in the arena as the defending champion, then it would merely be easier for you to stay here at the arena. Of course, you can still wander, but if you wish to retain the title of champion, you have to be here when there's another tournament. If you don't wish to remain the defending champion, then by default the title will return to the most recent champion, which is Xira, and if she declines, then it is merely left open for the next tournament winner."

"What becomes of the arena now that Xira has been defeated?"

Fahinn shrugs, "The arena remains just that, the arena. A place where people chose to show their battle prowess. Who is currently the champion isn't all that important; the fact remains that they're still the person to defeat."

"Where is the nearest city to seek adventure?"

"Well, the nearest city would be Wanqir, the capital of Tiancann. It is due north along the highway, and quite a lot of happenings take place there."

"What will happen to Xira now that she has been defeated?"

Fahinn shakes his head, "I do not know what is going through her mind. With regards to arena standings, she is still a competitor that can compete, but whether she will or not I do not know."

"Can Xira be fully restored from the effects of the Black Scythe?"

Fahinn breathes in sharply, "I wish I could say yes, but despite all of my efforts, I still haven't made any progress at all. Her continuing to wield that scythe even with all of us, that is Ken, Tenarr and myself, trying to pursuade her otherwise doesn't help either."

"Where did that Black Scythe come from, and how did Xira get it?"

Fahinn shakes his head, "I don't know. The only person that does know is Xira, and she has not told anyone."

"How do you propose to destroy the Black Scythe?"

"I truly have no idea how to destroy such an item. Its magic is potent, and will not ever be quelled by standard means, and physically it is even stronger than Xira's regular scythe. It is quite possible that there is no way to destroy it."

"Do you know of any way my Flaming Scimitar can be restored ... or replaced?"

"Unfortunately, the metal smiths are generally all within the city of Girhn, almost on the other side of the continent from here. There is also, strangely, a couple in the wooden city of Hylon, but I don't think they can enchant blades. As such, it'd almost be easier to just purchase a new blade. The market for such blades is not all that large, and so there are few merchants that take the goods from Girhn all over Tiancann; they mostly display their wares in Wanqir, so the best place to look would be there."

"Is there anything I can do to help Xira recover?"

Fahinn smiles, "I truly appreciate your concern, however... I do not know if Xira will ever recover. If I find out anything that might help, you can be sure that I'll let you know."

"May I talk to Xira before I leave?"

Fahinn nods, "Of course. She's still in the infirmary, although she's mostly mended. The infirmary is under Ken's outpost in the arena, and you can enter directly from the arena grounds. It's designed that way so as to let us swiftly take the wounded there."

Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:20:45.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: BTW...

Even though it doesn't matter all that much, the official name for that powerful scythe Xira has is the Death Scythe, although it is still obvious what scythe you're referring to. ^_^

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 23:40:06.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Diary of the Obsessed

Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight

The book seems to be a diary of the hunter. Dusk flips past the first pages, since they are rather mundane, referring to a rather ordinary life. However, at the center of the book, there is an abrupt change, and the entries become very short and brief.

Village attacked today. At least half of the people are dead. Culprits: half humanoid, half wolf. Some half rat, others half beast. All probably lycanthrope.

Attacked again. Heavy casualties. I'm the only one left of the guard.

They attacked again. This is unforgiveable. I couldn't do anything. I fell, and I hid, but I still saw. My wife, my daughter, and everyone else... they're all dead.

There's no point in writing in this book any more. I'll still carry it, but I won't write. There's nothing to write. I have nothing left. I sold it all. What was left anyway. By my silver blade, I won't stop until they all die. My pain will not ever be repeated! Wolf, tiger, bear, boar, rat they're all the same, and they'll all perish. I'll hunt them. I'll hunt them all!

All the pages beyond this point are blank.

The locket is a simple two-sided oval locket that opens along the split between the two sides. Inside are two small portraits, which can only be of the hunter's wife and daughter.

"I was going to use his cloak to wrap him in, but you may use it if you need."

"I might... if I need to stay Half Elven at all; I'm usually just fine as a tiger."

"The arrows need to come out. Now rather than later," he added quickly. "I can aid you with that task."

"Yes, they hurt quite a bit. I'll switch back, since I got them as a tiger, so it'd be better to remove them that way."

There is another rustling of grass, and the young tiger growls softly, to show she's ready.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 06:25:54.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Tears that Fall

Aqinarr City
Soldier's Barracks
Three and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight

"I am sorry."

Casia dries her tears quickly, trying to be stoic. Unfortunately, that's just among the list of things she isn't able to do, and so she sheds a few more tears.

"It's... alright." Casia says in between choking on her tears, "Some other people have done worse."

Casia wipes a couple more of her tears away with her sleeve, and wanders out of the barracks, nearly tripping twice along the corridor. Yin looks between Willow and Casia's retreating figure, with a clear look of 'what was that about?' on his face.

Yin shrugs, then turns back towards Willow. "Well, that was interesting... anyway, I wanted to give you this."

With that, Yin pulls out and offers Willow a box about the size of a small jewellery box. It is a perfect cube, and is wrapped with light silk and tied with a velvet silken ribbon.

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 05:58:23.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: For Decency's Sake

Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight

Just barely a moment after Dusk had his back clearly turned, he hears a rustling as the grass as the tiger's body Changes. Dusk can also hear sharp exhalations as well, likely caused by the pain resulting from Changing with the arrows

"It's only because I don't get to keep any clothes when I change form you know." A somewhat young girl's voice murmurs.

"But, to answer your question... I really don't know. That man's been stalking me and mother for the past week; he killed father a few days before that."

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 05:33:32.

Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Memories

Cindi smiles politely at the two newcomers, taking everything as it comes. Why not? Companions are a good thing after all, especially in Silent Hill-

Cindi's eyes widen as she suddenly remembers. That's right... no wonder she was so used to this place...

And the doors burst open. Hank jumps, starled, and backs away as if fearing what she will see, but it is not the many bodies she saw as she left. Transparent people, dressed in their Sunday best, pour from the door. Hank, Cindi, Delilah and Chris can see the outlines of buildings through them.

Cindi sighs. "Oh....that again."

That's right... there were those minor annoyances that occured every now and then. There didn't seem to be any congreguity to them; they just happen. The memory she had recovered still had a lot of holes in it, but it is far better than the emptiness she had initially. Her foxlike face looks even more foxlike as Cindi thinks for a moment, curious about this particular apparition. Would I see myself? She wonders, and so she looks among the crowd of ghost-like images, looking for her own image, which her memory suggests would be there.

Regardless if Cindi sees herself or not, afterwards she turns back to the others. "Are either of you injured? I found a first-aid kit earlier, if you think it could help."

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 04:06:09.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Truth

Gladiator Arena Main Office
Five Hours before Twilight

As soon as Manalagna enters the office, Fahinn looks up with a smile and says, "Perfect, just the person I wanted to see."

Looking directly into Manalagna's eyes, Fahinn says, "Well, now you've seen exactly what that Death Scythe Xira has is capable of, not only against the one it is wielded against, but also against the wielder."

Fahinn sighs, "That scythe gives a lot of pain, a large cost, but for what benefit? My old eyes have seen none. That weapon... should really be destroyed."

"Oh, I am sorry." Fahinn says, "You're probably getting tired of hearing about Xira's scythe by now, and you probably have other questions for me, do you not?"

Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:36.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:53 by Reralae

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Hmm...

“Sometimes I think you’re the lucky one,” Aelistae replied thoughtfully, after Linnix had joined her at her table. “We’ve seen so much on this journey that I wish I could drift away into unconsciousness and forget it for a time. V’dri is more like a waking dream, where your mind replays events from your past even if you would avoid them. No, I don’t think you’d want to envy me for that.”

"Oh..." Linnix murmurs in response, "So it'd be kind of like my nightmares sometimes."

Quite soon afterwards, it seems incredibly crowded, with almost everyone there, even a new person! Still, there are two people missing... and then the coin drops.

"Loriel and Kas will not be with us anymore. They died last night."

Linnix has no idea how to take this new development. Loss is sad, but still, deep inside, Linnix couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. In truth, she didn't really see eye to eye with either Loriel or Kas, so, if she is going to be honest with herself, Linnix would have to admit that she doesn't actually feel sad at their loss.

Linnix shrugs, "We all knew we'd face danger on this quest. That's something we all agreed to right? Otherwise we wouldn't have signed up. Loriel knew this, Kas also probably knew. Anyway, we shouldn't feel so disheartened. They died doing what they chose to do, and wouldn't want us to worry about them or the situation in which they died."

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 23:44:48.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 23:47:08 by Reralae

Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: Hmm...

I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to join or not...

Just as a heads up though, I'll probably revive Errinae if I do join.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 01:44:04.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Communication is Necessary

Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight

The man's possessions are nearly non-existant, and are very simple. He doesn't even carry a mat to sleep on or a waterskin or even food for that matter. All that the man has is his quiver of silver arrows, silver sword, his bow, the studded leather armour that he is wearing, a simple ring with a clear, blue gemstone on the ring finger of his left hand, and a pouch on his belt. Within the pouch is a book, likely to be a diary. Within the man's hand, pulled off of his neck in his dying moments, is a silver locket.

"Why?" he said without looking up. "Why did this man wish you dead..."

The young tiger growls softly, to get Dusk's attention. Deliberately, it raises a paw to cover its eyes, then points at Dusk, and waits.

Posted on 2008-06-11 at 00:09:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A New Day, a New Person

The sun peeks its face through the window, with a few stray rays stroking Linnix's cheek. Linnix yawns, quietly though, careful not to disturb her still-sleeping companion Sheva. Linnix slowly gets to her feet and looks out the window. Oh, what a beautiful morning! The sun, already high in the sky, enlightens the few, sparse clouds as they trek across the blue expanse. When she was little, Linnix remembers, she would always try to think about what things the clouds made when they formed shapes. There are too few clouds in the sky to form any shapes for her to see, but maybe that was just as well; the sunlight made the city appear so much better than the bleak darkness that had enveloped the night before when they returned to the inn.

Her spirits soaring, Linnix quickly changes and gets ready for the day. Doubtless, they'd be returning to the road soon, so it'd be best to pack up. She could just imagine Caera calling after her to hurry up, since it is already quite late in the day. Tip toeing around the room almost like a toddler trying not to wake their sleeping parents, Linnix gathers her things, setting everything together, albiet in a rather untidy pile. She puts the dress away in its box, making a mental note to get it washed as soon as possible. Now about the armour... Linnix frowns thoughtfully. She had never actually worn armour before, so she wasn't sure how it's supposed to go, whether over or under clothing. Well, this is mithril, and it's light like clothing, so maybe it'd work under clothing...

Linnix looks at the result in the mirror. Well, her clothes are loose enough to hide the armour fairly well; it doesn't really look like she's wearing it at all. The few metallic clinks now and then when she moves though could still be a bit of a giveaway. Oh well, it'll have to do. Linnix doesn't want to fiddle with the armour all day! Stuffing everything else in either her backpack or her belt pouch carefully, Linnix finishes getting ready with a final placement of her scythe on her back.

Still trying not to awaken Sheva, Linnix leaves the room and heads downstairs. Seeing Aelistae already there, Linnix meanders over.

"You're lucky..." Linnix says, speaking her mind, "You don't have to sleep as much as we do, do you? Sometimes I feel like I miss so much because I sleep through it!"

Linnix chuckles, then murmurs pensively, "Hmm, I wonder what'll happen today..."

Posted on 2008-06-10 at 23:35:56.

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Hmm, Intuitive Glance at the Invisible

The little girl looks down approvingly as the horse is washed. There, that looks so much better, and I'd bet the horse feels much much better too! She thinks.

Suddenly, the stranger's eyes meet her own, and something seems to alert them. Did she drop her invisibility? No, that wasn't possible; she does so not only out of instinct but out of habit.

The stranger, apparently on some sort of internal schedule, quickly sets back on his path. Perhaps not as unbeknownst as she would have it, the girl continues to follow, curiousity outweighing anything else she could do right now.

Posted on 2008-06-10 at 00:29:25.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Lost Blade

Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight

"Not too bad for nearly losing my life in the arena! Any chance that Tenarr has the ability to restore my Flaming Scimitar?"

Ken shakes his head, "Unfortunately, no. No one takes the lad seriously enough to provide him enough training in the mending of weapons. Most people aren't even aware of his talent at making weapons, like this sword!" Ken says, holding forth the ornate greatsword.

"But I digress; that would be if the weapon was not magical." Ken adds, "Tenarr hasn't learned how to use magic in the least, and so cannot restore the fiery heart of your blade, even if he restores the material whole."

"So ... My Friend ... What Now?"

Ken takes the offered hand in an overwhelming grip and even embrace, "Ha ha! Well, you should go see Xira, just so she can offer you that Death Scythe. I personally don't recommend taking it; you can see how it can far shorten anyone's life expectancy. Xira is probably not going to be recovered until after an hour or so, but I imagine Fahinn will want to talk to you regarding that scythe. I imagine he's back in his office already, since his healing is only needed to cure the worst of the fallen's wounds; generally the other clerics are more than capable of healing most fallen warriors here."

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:52:18.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: That's Simple

Live, because then you can do more than if you're dead (that other people notice at any rate).

Light, Dark or Twilight?

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:27:01.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Raised Eyebrows All Around

"Very well, perhaps you were simply fortunate, for the Cardinal’s ways are chaotic at best. Consorting with rogue vigilante’s and those who have known demonic accomplices is a serious offence, should you ever encounter him again, you would be wise to alert the nearest authorities and let them handle it from there."

Linnix too raises an eyebrow. So that was the Cardinal. It didn't make much sense to her, because from what she thought she saw, it seemed that the man preferred vengence by death rather than the torture as was seen earlier with the crucified bandit. But then again, The thought unwittingly comes, Didn't I want to inflict more pain than death? Perhaps that's what he felt too...

Linnix shudders, and once again pushes the thought out of her mind. Quickly, she follows Aelistae and the others as they head back to the inn. Yes, it definitely didn't matter. OK, maybe she needed to learn to control her anger soon, but that doesn't make her any more like... Ugh, I can't stop thinking about it! Linnix irritably thinks. Fortunately, before she can continue her spiraling train of thought, the newcomer speaks again.

"I'm sure the innkeeper isn't at the desk at all hours. Would you have a spare bed in a room already rented? If not, I imagine the innkeeper has a room with quick access to a spare bed I could use until morning. Then the official renting transaction thing can be done. I do hope we'll have time for at least a short chat tomorrow. I have oh, so many questions, but the shock of the past few sudden and frantic minutes is setting in on me. Weary to the bones, I am, as must you all be!"

Linnix looks back towards Sheva, "Well, I can't say for sure, but I think you could probably sleep in our room. I could even sleep on the floor if that helps."

I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight anyway. Linnix adds mentally.

Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:15:03.


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