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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Melancholy.
Crystal's eyes lay upon the cobbled ground beneath her feet. Her gaze was empty, even when she lifted her head to look at the other's expressions. She appeared in a state that she had not let anybody see for some time. Sadness.
"Calm yourself, Takra." Crystal warned, though her heart was not in her words, "If...there is peace between the League and Coast, then Celia will not be able to stand. And Coast may have a chance of survival."
Crystal turned, walking a few paces to lay her forehead against a brick wall surrounding the courtyard. Her mind, just as her heart, ached, less from the mind link, but more - rather - from the memories it brought back.
"Perhaps...this is for the best, if it means as little death as possible for Coast's citizens." Crystal considered adding out loud the likelihood of being arrested where they stand before they even begin to put what had happened forward, but stopped herself. She shook her hands, small flakes of ice that had gathered being dispersed in the motions.
For Coast, for the League or for the destruction of Celia...Crystal would die before she went back to one of Coast's dungeons.
Posted on 2011-07-20 at 10:36:04.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents, Q&A
Subject: Yes, definetely still going!
Ah, sorry, I just found that I hadn't actually subscribed to the Q&A section of the forum, that's been fixed.
Anyway, yes this is definetely continuing, and I apologize for the delay, as I should have pointed out before, especially since I frequently speak with clockwork demise in real life.
Reok is free to reply to Tryaen at this point, OR Matrim can reply, take charge or otherwise state agreement. We're at a point where I can't really do anything without controlling your characters for you.
Sorry for not stating such clearly, I can extend my existing post if it's more convinient.
Posted on 2011-07-19 at 03:30:27.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Calling orders.
For once, Varis was glad that a decision had been made for him, and the Smythians seemed to now be safely disinterested in Bon anymore, thankfully.
Matching blades with those Smythians seemed an impossible task, but...Varis had realized his terrible underestimation of the ancient 'Sacrelarch' until now. Lords, Varis could steel feel every magical thread in his body almost instinctively recoiling at the sheer force of whatever spell caused Karrain to appear. Perhaps there's a chance they'll all make it through this alive.
'Lords, protect the councillors.' Varis silently prayed, a habit gained from long travels with a Seeker, before drawing his sword with a speed he only attained through practice, lifting it into the air above him.
"All City Guards; Smythian Assassins by the Scarlet Hospital!" Varis bellowed, his voice tempered by living as a Bard. Even so, he doubted many would be nearby or in great enough number to help, "Dharem, now!" Varis finished, trusting DHarem to know his meaning - to throw the Magemead vial now that the Smythians were isolated by themselves, rather than near Bon. Varis wasn't prepared to trust his own mediocre aim and risk collateral damage.
Posted on 2011-07-19 at 03:24:55.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: She speaks once more...
"Celia...it's madness is known to all. It calls for blood, for genocide. It calls to purify the lands by exterminating races, where in truth the lands will only truly be purified by the destruction of Celia. The League has proved to be allies of our Kings by saving their lives. It is time for us to be proves allies for them."
Crystal's voice was unusually high, but spoke loudly and steadily, her eyes seeing into some higher meaning as she did so.
Posted on 2011-07-11 at 01:22:55.
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Topic: Wikipedia Scavenger Hunt
Subject: Here we go again...
Well, let's see if we can start this up again, eh? It's original, interesting and fun, frankly.
Charcoal, hm? Sounds reasonable, and Random Article has thrown me...
Er...I'm not sure anymore. But we'll see with what I can do. I was given "Sorenanet", a two-sentence article about an Iranian Internet Service Provider.
1. Iran
2. Bronze Age
3. CHARCOAL
Hooray! I have to say, I may have made it in three steps, but it took me quite a few tries. I tried going through Persian Art, hoping to get to "charcoal" as a writing implement, and failed. I tried to get to "fuels" or "wood" so I could get to Charcoal as a fuel supply. I tried to go through writing and implements used to do so...
Until I realized how convinient the Bronze Age was. Well, I got there in the end.
I think, next, something that shouldn't be too difficult:
"Oak". As in the tree, of course.
Posted on 2011-07-10 at 22:28:12.
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Topic: Aftermath: The Scarred Continents (LORE ARCHIVE)
Subject: The New Tamjarian Calender.
Use, History and Features
The New Tamjarian Calender, based upon the General Calander Format, is an updated form of what was known as the Tamjarian Calender before the God Wars. The use of writing a date in it is known as using the "Tamjarian Standard".
The use of the calender has become highly popular for archives and libraries across the Common Realm, primarily for its use in the great city of Arvale, which is a part of the nation of Tamjar where the calender inherits the name. Features of this calender include:
-Predominantly written and spoken in Common.
-No specific name for days of a week - though certain cultures embed their own - and when speaking about a day, it is considered common to simply state the date, spoken such as "On the 15th of Asten", or "I'll see you on the 17th".
-The use of 'Seasonal Overlaps' on its third and eighth months, between Spring/Summer and Autumn/Winter.
-Month names derived from a variety of cultures and languages.
-A year-archiving system that measures events in relation to the time of the God Wars.
A Brief Timeline (Years)
All events are arranged in years, in relation to the God Wars, with BW denoting 'Before the War' and AW denoting 'After the War'. The God Wars is considered to have lasted a mere year, from the time when the God Bahamut became involved to the time of his rebirth as Io, a period known as "The Dark Year".
Some examples of notable events by the measurement of this calender include:
-8111 BW Founding of Moonstair: The founding of Moonstair, capital city of Sylvor, a city that is as much in the Feywild as it is in the Common Realm, and is a common 'crossroads' of sort for Realmic Travellers. This date is used as a focal point, as some Sylvor calenders use it as a centrepoint in the same manner as the Tamjarian Standard uses the God Wars.
-1562 BW : Creation of the Kar-mese Empire An approximation as to when the Dragonborn Empire of Kar-Me was founded, and the Dwarves were driven from their lands. Kar-Me would later come to embrace the teachings of Bahamut.
-1400 BW First King of Tamjar Crowned: The creation of the Tamjarian Kingdom as it is now known, when King Ciel I was crowned.
-1168 BW Creation the Allied Kingdoms: Following a military alliance with Kar-Me to protect Tamjar against the militaristic empire of Paradise, the two nations formed a permanent alliace as the Allied Kingdoms of Bahamut.
-204 BW Silverveil joins the Allied Kingdoms: Technically the third nation to join the Allied Kingdoms, Silverveil was actually founded on the same day as the pact was made, as it was beforehand known as a part of Tamjar before it gathered its own independance. In the next two hundred years, Silverveil would become the center for Bahamut Worship and following, and would reach an almost utopian level of peace and prosperity that would be shared with the city it became. Arvale.
-5 BW The Scouring of Rog: The mysterious events that led to an unlikely alliance of Avandra, Bahamut, The Raven Queen and Gruumsh against one who sought to overthrow them all. The events that transpired at the time brought the Plague to the continent as sent by the Raven Queen's followers, as well as being the final heroism of Sra-Amun and his companions.
-2 BW Ascension of Sra-Amun: Three years after the Scouring of Rog, a great pilgrimage by Sra-Amun brought him back to his hometown of Arvale, a small town in Silverveil, where he ascended into Godhood. The city became a holy city, and after the God Wars the city would come to expand over all that used to be the tiny nation of Silverveil.
-0 BW BEGINNING OF THE GOD WARS: Historians disagree on the cause of the God Wars, and even the definition of when they began, considering the vast number of differently aligned forces pitted against one another on an unspeakable scale.
-0 AW END OF THE GOD WARS: The death of Bahamut began a chain of events that would cripple every nation in the Allied Kingdoms. This also marked the death of several key figures of Silverveil and Tamjar.
-1 AW Kar-Me leaves the Allied Kingdoms: As Kar-Me turns its worship to the Unspeaking God, Io, it seperates from the Allied Kingdoms.
-13 AW Alceme joins the Allied Kingdoms: Humanitarian efforts towards the stricken Halfling Kingdoms, led by Tamjar, resulted in the creation of a new Allied Kingdoms Pact, and the introduction of the merchant nation Alceme.
-198 AW Beginning of the Rog Expedition by Tryaen Creek: Present year.
The Calender: Months and the Historical Relevancies
As all calenders using the General Calender Format, the Tamjarian Standard has 10 months of 36 and 37 days per month, depending on whether they stand in the earlier or latter half of the year.
All of the month names are shared in common with the outdated original Tamjarian Calender, and since the God Wars, the history behind many of the terms are forgotten. This means the only difference in the old and new Tamjarian Calenders is the relation that Years are arranged in.
Arranged in Order, these months are...
-Solsten: The first month of the year and first month of Spring. Named after a mythical Halfling. According to Halfling Legend, the Halfling brothers Solsten and Asten travelled to the Feywild and Shadowfell respectively, and became the first Gnomes and Dark Ones, respectively.
-Ssyssiruss: The second month of the year. Yuan-Ti origins are evident in the name.
-Actius: The third month of the year and the crossover from Spring to Summer. Named after the lost, ancient God of Energy, Actalius Val Shia. Actalius returned during the God Wars, but the month name remains.
-Senndalu The fourth month of the year. Named after an ancient Elven deity, a God of the Hunt and Hunted, seperate to the major Pantheon.
-Asten: The fifth month of the year. Named after a mythical Halfling. According to Halfling Legend, the Halfling brothers Solsten and Asten travelled to the Feywild and Shadowfell respectively, and became the first Gnomes and Dark Ones, respectively.
-Filante: The sixth month of the year and the first month of Autumn. Named after an Exarch of Pelor, a Daeva by the name of Fila Teriss, whom fought off a Mind Flayer incursion, legend has it.
-Tyrandir: The seventh month of the year. Named after an ancient Elven deity, a Goddess of the Hunt and Hunted, seperate to the major Pantheon.
-Dakrasun: The eigth month of the year and the crossover from Autumn to Winter. Name is derived from a Dwarven dialect, meaning 'Cold Day'.
-Dakabre: The ninth month of the year. Name is derived from a Dwarven dialect, meaning 'Cold Night'.
-Crraldusk The tenth and final month of the year. 'Crral' is Dragonborn for 'Demon', and 'Crraldusk' is the term given to the event that occurs every few millenia, a mass-scale demonic incursion upon the continent of what is now known as Pandemonium. The last occurence of 'Crraldusk' was during the God Wars.
Posted on 2011-07-09 at 19:57:11.
Edited on 2011-07-10 at 21:54:04 by Celtia
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Topic: Aftermath: The Scarred Continents (LORE ARCHIVE)
Subject: The General Calender Format.
The General Calender Format is the closest classification of a Universal method of describing the course of time in the realms, or at least the most popular. The concept of the General Calender Format is to break time down into what most dialects of the Common tongue dictate as 'Years'. Each Year is comprised of 4 Seasons, 10 Months, 52 Weeks and 365 Days.
In the Astral Sea and the Elemental Chaos, the course of time is rarely relevant, and usually only measured in centers of civilization so that cities may archive events and for the benefit of the races without the gift of immortality. In the Feywild and Shadowfell, the course of time is measured too, but its importance varies from culture to culture and area to area.
The most populous of civilizations and cities in such realms, though, often measure time in a manner that is either compatible or identical to the General Calender Format.
In the Common Realm, the concept of a Calender takes far more importance, however. This is for many reasons, including the limited lifespan of almost all whom are native to the realm, but also for the realm's tendency for more events to occur in shorter times, with whole kingdoms and empires or even races to rise and fall at what most immortals would describe as horrific paces. Another primary reason is the importance of Seasons in the Common Realm, the Primal Spirits enforcing the stage-by-stage cycle the realm undergoes, from Summer through Autumn and Winter to Spring. The season dictates the growth of food, of livestock and of family, and a measurement that is understood between seperate cultures is invaluable, especially when considering trade and economic pursuits.
The General Calender Format seperates the all-important seasonal changes into three-month periods. Spring and Summer comprise the first 5 months, with one month of 'overlap' between the similar seasons, and the second 5 months comprising Autumn and Winter.
The month overlaps are given a variety of terms to describe them, though many cultures prefer to instead adapt the format to instead dictate Seasons as two-and-a-half months each. Regardless, the opening and closing ends of a year are always split into 5 months of warmer climates, and 5 months of colder climates.
How the General Calender Format became so widespread is unknown, though many cultures have myths of the Divine using it to establish order between their followers. Most believe it originated within cults of Erathis, and became known among followers of the entire pantheon and beyond. The myth has basis in the fact that cultures that have never had any contact with one another have been known to use a near-identical format to the one described, certainly suggesting the hand of some Divine God.
However, it is far from all-encompassing, culturally. Even in the Common Realm, there are more nations than not that do not use this calender format, despite its popularity. Of course, this is not surprising, as only a fraction of the so-called "Scarred Continents" have ever been fully mapped, explored, archived or united, and there are many whom follow religions besides the most well-known of the Divine Pantheon of Gods.
Currently, the General Calender Format is used in all areas of Sylvor, as well as all coastal nations of the Western Continent on the North, East and South coasts. It is unconfirmed how many inland nations use this format.
Posted on 2011-07-09 at 18:43:57.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents, Q&A
Subject: Well, to catch up...
Well, I fear you've not seen the end of this yet. However, Reok can consider his formation finished.
Still another two weeks before the expedition...You will both (Matrim included, after a bit more finishing diplomatic touches) have complete free will. What does you character do? Go looking for jobs? Meet family or friends? Wander the Market, knowing they don't have much need of their spare coin for a while?
Wherever you go, events may certainly pop up... If you're not sure what to do, just do what your character would, and go to a tavern, or to a library to study, or to a blacksmith to check up his armour and weapons, or browse the stores.
Anyway, other than that, I apologize again for the delay this time around, and though i cannot guarantee it won't happen again, I assure you I have no intent whatsoever upon letting this game 'fizzle'. Look at it as a somewhat low-input game for now, and the fun will begin sooner rather than later.
Oh, by the way, Matrim's Character Sheet has been slightly updated, and new Archive Entry: The New Tamjarian Calender (so you can make sense of the different uses of months).
To summarize, though, every year is made up of 365 days, there are no leap years. The calender is simpler than in real life, as it contains 10 months, with 37 days a month for the first half of the year, and 36 days a month for the second half. Weeks are still measured in groups of 7 days.
Well...all of that is the general format for the Common Calender, as it's known. The actual names of months and days vary from culture to culture, as is explained in greater detail in the Lore entry.
Oh, I've also deposited a bit more experience for you both.
Posted on 2011-07-09 at 18:02:48.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Another delay? I'll get better, I promise.
"Matrim Ferr? It is not a name I recognize, I fear. You must be right, perhaps I've seen you in the Tower Library?" Tryaen went silent for a moment in thought, before appearing to bring himself back into the present.
Mind you, scholars are known to be absent-minded.
"Well, a man-at-arms, you say? Any military experience that I should know of? Any work in the Tamjarian forces? The Irregulars? The Arvalian Defenders?" Tryaen's tone was almost accusational, before he appeared to hastily backpedal his statements.
"Ah, forgive me. I suppose there's little need for suspicion in the City of Light. However..." Tryaen's gaze left Matrim for a moment to glance at Reok, in a manner far from subtle, "This...'interested party' you speak of; I am curious as to it being the same as the one I am thinking of. But of course, where are my manners? Come, in my quarters we can sit down and further discuss this."
"Oh, and Reok? Consider yourself hired. We leave at dawn in two weeks time exactly, on the 33rd Day of Asten. In the meantime, this ship offers bedding and food if needed, but otherwise you are free to do as you will in the city, to find work or say goodbyes. I'm certain you know the danger of this expedition. I just suggest avoiding Pity."
Posted on 2011-07-09 at 17:53:21.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: No diplomacy? Fine.
Varis' face betrayed no emotion, even as he mentally cursed himself. Now the Smythians have someone with them who knows the group and their intentions perfectly well...
And the Smythian's themselves...well... A diplomatic solution was looking impossible, and Bon may not have long left, threatened as he was. Varis prayed that DHarem - or Bon himself - was quick enough. Still, Varis had his magemead attached to his belt if he ever gets the chance to use it without harming any ally, though he didn't look forward to a duel with a Smythian.
He still just had to bide time.
"Another 'friend'? You cannot buy an entire rebellion, not in a city on this scale, how do you intend to make the allies you need?"
Posted on 2011-07-06 at 17:10:59.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents, Q&A
Subject: A note.
Ah, by the way: Yes, this game is developping into more or less a very long conversation. I assure you things will be happening sooner rather than later.
Posted on 2011-07-03 at 17:40:19.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Many questions.
Tryaen looked at the half-elf strangely, clearly shocked at the refusal, stepping aside to let the half-elf board wordlessly.
"Permission is granted to board. Any inconvenience of mine is trivial to your robbery, though. I insist that you take your coin back, though, especially if we are to talk business, for I would be doubly indebted to you, both for the actions of Wyrepynn as well as having attained your gold."
Still offering the pouch, it was clear that the scholar would not accept 'no' as an answer.
"Your manner is far from what I would expect. As I sought for the crew I now have, I have found or met a great many unique or unusual individuals. And yet, from Silvour to the Western Continent, I have yet to meet a mercenary that would refuse the return of coin that is theirs. Of course, you do not strike me as a mercenary, so I must ask your name and your motivation for this task, if not money."
Tryaen suddenly frowned, looking directly into the face of the armored half-elf, clearly thinking.
"And what is it that you do? I haven't seen all that many half-elves in this city, but I can't help but feel I may have seen your face somewhere before..."
Posted on 2011-07-03 at 17:36:41.
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Topic: A cautious start.
Subject: Deep.
I find myself having to swallow. I am not usually a person of poetry, though I understand and have felt the desire to write my own on occasion, often in what I suspect were similar circumstances to yours.
Your poetry is excellent. Very direct, but clean in its own way, and certainly moving.
God Bless you, and good luck with everything.
Posted on 2011-07-03 at 11:10:08.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: As much as an apology as you're going to get for now.
"Indeed. If he ends up as a recruit, then I'll be hiring yet another man whom has a bone to pick with an existing crew member." Came Tryaen's voice as he reappeared, a small pouch of coins in his hand. Walking back over, he offered it out to the Half-Elf, grimacing in obvious exasperation.
"Excuse me, I believe this is yours. I'm afraid Wyrepynn - a crewmember of mine - takes very few things seriously. Pickpocketing is a game he merely desires to win, but I assure you it will not happen again, and I can only ask that you do not bring this matter to the Paladins."
Tryaen stopped for a second, as if thinking, before continuing.
"I assure you that he has only the best of intentions, as difficult as it is to believe. I apologize for his actions, regardless."
Posted on 2011-07-03 at 07:47:36.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Hope...
Crystal's face suddenly contorted in a flurry of emotions. Realization appeared to dawn, then sorrow, anger, despair.
She flung her hands into the air, screeching her pain to the world. The world and nations that had abandoned her to rot when she had done no wrong. Those who accused her of killing the one thing in this miserable, cold, unfeeling world that cared for her.
Those who chained her for the one thing she would never do.
"The League." She breathed, nothing mattering anymore but an end to the torture. Her vision had disappeared...there was only Chambers...but he wasn't Chambers. He was Davule...perfect, kind Davule. How she had missed him...and there he stood, a hand outstretched. In the hand was the necklace He gave her, the silver, icy necklace that was as warm as his own skin. The necklace that was taken away from her...
"Its truth. The darkness where all that is lost remains...where all that is lost can be found once more..."
Crystal suddenly smiled. Hope that was torn from her...is it back? It was beautiful, to feel its touch. She felt strong once more, her limbs warmed, her trembling stopped. He is the giver, the benefactor of the hope. She is, or can give her, Davule back. She will be with him...
To the eyes of all the others in the square, her eyes grew blank and distant as she reached out a hand to Chambers, not even appearing to hear any other words that were said.
Posted on 2011-07-02 at 19:26:05.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Is it just me or is it getting Cold in here?
Crystal dropped her hand, her staff also resuming a normal stance as she shifted to rest her weight on it. The hanging ice dissapated, the magic feeding them drawing back to herself. Her trembling - caused by the cold of her own creation - was obvious even at a distance, as she suddenly shifted her head, her gaze as piercing as ever regardless of her bodily state.
She did not make a sound, merely looked at paper that Takra held out, even as she stood several feet away. Crystal was a trained mage...and as a warmage, her education had extended into the magics of her enemies, so she knew what to expect, what to defend against and how to counterattack. She racked her brain for any familiarity with the blood-scribed rune, seeking its meaning...aside from the obvious.
[History Check...or Mastery Check if it's more appropriate, to recognize the rune.]
Posted on 2011-06-30 at 13:57:56.
Edited on 2011-06-30 at 14:00:57 by Celtia
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Topic: Kaelyn outta commission
Subject: We all wish Kaelyn goodwill.
Hey, all the best, and I hope everything turns out well.
Posted on 2011-06-30 at 13:52:03.
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Topic: Aftermath: The Scarred Continents (LORE ARCHIVE)
Subject: NPC Character Article #1
NPC Entry #1: Tryaen Creek
Full Name: Tryaen Vallas Creek
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5'7" to 5'8"
Profession: Scholar
Notable Combat Art: Bardic Arcane Talents
Known Quote: "This is primarily diplomatic...though I use the term loosely. History of the continent brings me to believe that if we find living races there, our most likely welcome will be an arrow to the eye."
Scholar, Linguist, Herbologist, Historian, Cartographer, Explorer and Fledgling Wizard, Tryaen is a man of knowledge and talents. Ambitious, yet open-minded, fair and honest, he would be a model follower of Sra-Amun in His most holy city, if not for the fact that Tryaen has clashed with the Paladins of the city in the past, largely due to the problematic nature of some of those Tryaen calls 'friend'.
Having spend most of his life in the great city of Arvale, Tryaen's name is known among certain circles within the city, due to his contribution to a variety of fields ranging from Magical Theories to Historical Records. Most recently, his brief return to the city he calls home after a four-month crossing to the continent of Sylvor, has generated infamy due to the seemingly suicidal expedition he is attempting to create. Taking in those brave, curious, strong, trustworthy or foolish enough, Tryaen has had remarkable fortune in his long-winded and certainly dangerous endeavor to restore contact with the apparently Plague-Ridden, wartorn continent of Rog. Certainly, his good fortune is at least in part due to the generous payment he offers, though where his money comes from is unknown.
Tryaen's fine clothes and accent place him among the upper classes of Arvale...but interestingly, his hair - more blond than brown - and eye colour - a deep green - are not common sights for humans born in the Arvale/Tamjar area. More interestingly still, there is no rich or affluent family anywhere in said nations of Tamjar and Arvale by the name of 'Creek'.
Posted on 2011-06-29 at 12:48:08.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents, Q&A
Subject: Character: (Concealed)
(Player: Tuned_Out)
BASIC INFO:
Character Name: Matrim Ferr
Class: (Concealed)
Paragon Path: -
Epic Destiny: -
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Size: Medium
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170lb
Alignment: (Concealed)
Deity: (Concealed)
Level: 1 (380/2000)xp
ABILITY SCORES/INITIATIVE/HIT POINTS: (Concealed)
Strength: (+)
Constitution: (+)
Dexterity: (+)
Intelligence: (+)
Wisdom: (+)
Charisma: (+)
Initiative: +
Max HP:
Bloodied Value:
Healing Surge Value:
Surges Per Day:
Saving Throw Modifiers:
DEFENSES/SPEED/VISION: (Concealed)
AC:
-
Fortitude:
-
Reflex:
-
Will:
Speed: 5
Vision: Low-Light
SKILLS/LANGUAGES KNOWN: (Concealed)
Acrobatics: +
Arcana: +
Athletics: +
Bluff: +
Diplomacy: +
Dungeoneering: +
Endurance: +
Heal: +
History: +
Insight: +
Intimidate: +
Nature: +
Perception: +
Religion: +
Stealth: +
Streetwise: +
Thievery: +
Known Languages: Common, Elven, (Concealed)
FEATURES:
Dual-Heritage
Group Diplomacy
(Concealed)
FEATS: (Concealed)
POWERS: (Concealed)
-At Will
-Encounter
-Daily
-Utility
RITUALS:
-
EQUIPMENT:
-Scale Armor
-Light Shield, metallic in design
-Flail
-(Concealed)
RECENT TRANSACTIONS:
Acquired Gold: Retrieved Funds from Wyrepynn
Final Currency: 6gp, 2sp, 11cp
EXPERIENCE:
+50xp (Meeting Tryaen Creek)
+20xp (LORE ARTICLE UNLOCKED: TRYAEN CREEK)
+40xp (LORE ARTICLE UNLOCKED: NEW TAMJARIAN CALENDER)
+100xp (Roleplaying xp: Recognizing the unusual use of the word 'Pity')
+50xp (LORE ARTICLE UNLOCKED: ARVALE WAYSTATIONS)
+100xp (Hired!)
+20xp (Roleplaying xp: Ominous statement to Tryaen)
BACKSTORY:
(Currently Concealed from Players)
Posted on 2011-06-29 at 12:07:02.
Edited on 2011-08-10 at 13:26:55 by Celtia
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: But first, a word from our sponsers...
[I'm pointing out here publicly that a passive Diplomacy check was just passed. Again, passive checks are not necessarily made if you don't specify anything, and nor do I post results publicly of any checks, but this game is still well in it's 'beginning', so the challenge will increase later]
[In other news, be sure to Subscribe to the Q&A page, and the Lore page, and feel free to post on either. I won't give out-of character messages like this again on the game thread.]
The man standing across the gangplank was indeed below average height by human standards, at an inch or two shorter than the 5'9" half-elf, discounting the height his armored boots afforded him. The figure to the side with the greatsword strapped to his back looked something of the worse for wear, but was clearly taller than present company, at a height almost reaching 6 feet.
Standing so close, the half-elf could now study the man closest to him. Well-dressed, holding himself with both an air of confidence but a casual pose; he didn't really look the part of the scholar that the half-elf had already heard about, but fit the description. Tryaen Creek's name was already known, for Arvale's educated. A keen mind whom devotes his energies to archiving whatever knowledge he can about the heady mix of lifestyles and cultures in the Common Realm, whom has already contributed greatly to cartographers and historians both. Great achievements for one so young; not even thirty years of age.
Tryaen crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow without standing aside.
"Business? I think Sehanine may be playing a joke with me; you're the second man in as many minutes to approach me for the same reason. Nevertheless, I will have to ask you to wait there and excuse me for a moment before you board. Reok? I'm going to have to ask you to wait here too."
Without waiting for a response, Tryaen turned to walk through a door that Reok recognized the Gnome had ran through moments ago.
Posted on 2011-06-29 at 11:57:56.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Deeply sorry for the delay...
Tryaen began the handshake distracted, looking out towards the gnome that was running through the dock's, clearly heading for their ship, before snapping his attention back to Reok.
"I promise you will be reimbursed as is possible. Later I must ask as to what purpose you channel the primal spirits to, be it the rage of a berserk fighter or the bending of elements to your advantage. Glad to have you on board, and though I'm willing to hire most of whom I can get, I assure you that all of this crew show great talent in their field-"
Tryaen trailed off, his eyes wandering before his entire body turned without warning as the gnome reached the ship, small feet making little noise on the flat gangplank as it sprinted onto the deck, skidding to a halt when Tryaen called out, clearly familiar with the gnome.
"Wyrepynn! What in the Hells are you running from?"
The gnome turned, wide eyes briefly looking at the much taller human before glimpsing back at the docks and taking off again, running into a door at the rear of the ship, opposite to Tryaen's cabin, and slamming the door behind him.
Tryaen visibly grimaced, following the direction of the glance the gnome to see an armored figure approach the ship at a somewhat more appropriate pace, a figure holding a dignity lacked by the majority of armored figures in such an area; not including the Paladins and Clerics of the Sra-Amun temple.
"For the love of Sra-Amun. Excuse me, Reok, I think I need to talk to someone." Tryaen spoke, obviously exasperated as he clapped a hand to his face for a moment before walking to stand at the gangplank that was the only entrance to the ship, watching the approaching figure, his face unreadable.
Posted on 2011-06-28 at 09:38:10.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Sorry about that.
Sorry for the delay, but I have to ask who the figure is for when Varis turns to look. I strongly assume it may be the person with whom DHarem and Varis had been conned by, but it still could be anyone, really, from the glass-masked figure to the person offering us the job to kill the Councillors.
Posted on 2011-06-28 at 09:18:48.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Halt! I mean, errr....wait?
-Varis had donned his armour by the time Bon returned.-
Present Time
Varis knew all he had to do was distract the 'nurses'. He needed to firstly give Bon time until they were in a better position to help him, Walker was already preparing to aid more effectively, and can easily be mistaken for a bystander considering he wasn't a known associate of Varis, besides a short conversation in the hospital. Better yet, DHarem was smart; he'd be preparing to avoid notice and maneuvre himself for the best effect while Varis spoke, or prepare one of those Magemead vials.
"Nurses! Would you be able to direct us to the Councillor for Knowledge? My companion and I have need of his services!" Varis called out respectfully, gesturing to Thomas and himself. Certainly their armour would make them stand out as mercenaries of some form, and limit too much attention from falling on Walker or DHarem. Varis' voice betrayed no hint of his bluff, though his use of An'Jantar's position was intentional as it was both largely true that Varis was looking for him, as well as interest in seeing how the Nurses would react to the mention of another councillor.
Varis intentionally kept any sign from his face that he'd recognized the threat the nurses were making, and their confrontation of Bon. Speaking was among his greatest of talents, as was his famous luck...but even so, what magic he had left, feeling rejuvinated by Walker's proximity, was bleeding into his words, subtly commanding attention on him and him alone, something any Bard will learn even without Magic.
Posted on 2011-06-22 at 10:33:03.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Two players, two stories.
The gnome looked back, expression unreadable as the Half-elf gave chase, before darting along to the right, an unusual crossroads of alleys that was difficult to see at first. His footsteps made almost no sound, but the direction he headed in did not lead to the midst of the populated maze that is the city, but rather the open territory of the docks and piers of the city a mere hundred meters or less away.
Rounding the corner, the Half-elf confirmed such a theory, his mental map of this area not leading him astray. Another alley stretched before him, but the lack of traffic in comparison to the street where he was first pickpocketed meant that he could see down the alley's full length and see the signs of the harbor at its end. Another glimpse of the gnome, swift feet having taken it to the end already, and it was off and out of sight, leaving shaded alleys for sunlit docks.
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Back at Tryaen and Reok...
Tryaen audibly sighed, but something akin to a reluctant smile was on his face.
"Pandemonium...well I'll be. Perhaps over the course of the trip you may tell me more of the continent, if you so desire. But onto more practical business, I should first warn you against confronting Pity for any reason. He listens to me, but I'm not always going to be there, and tempting him can only end badly. Besides everything else, we need him, so try to put up with him for the sake of this job offer if nothing else."
Tryaen stopped to seemingly think things over, before continuing to speak. His tone was almost warning, having long since picked up on the almost tangible aura of danger that Reok emitted.
"Fortunately, though, I have it on good authority that the plague isn't as all-encompassing as it once was, though I'm surprised you know of it. Indeed, primalists such as you may be a factor for the fight against the plague...and having you along may help out when speaking to any tribes or civilizations there. As long as you obey orders and don't fight anything you're not told, of course. The payment, in addition to food, drink, bedding and basic needs which are all provided for the approximated one and a half year-long journey from now, is a non-negotiable sum of three and a half platinum, or 350 pieces of gold. Your payment will be received upon the expedition's conclusion, and you will recieve additional payment for unusual tasks or anything that puts you at any level of risk."
Tryaen stopped for a second, as if listening to some inaudible speech, before turning away from Reok, suddenly, to look over the busy harbor, spying some figure. Tryaen spoke aloud, but to himself, as if deep in thought or shock.
"...Wyrepynn? We've only been docked for a couple of hours...he can't have already gotten himself into trouble."
Posted on 2011-06-22 at 10:12:41.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: A story begins at the docks...for a third time...
Meanwhile...
At any given time, the colossal Docks District of Arvale is home to some of the most unusual travellers, pilgrims and citizens. From the Orcs that have long lived in peace in the area to the near-alien races such as the Githzerai or Shardmind that travel to see the famous nation, the height of purity and justice in a realm known for its endless wars between the mortal races that inhabit it to such extents.
So it wasn't all that unusual for an armored Half-Elf to be walking through the well-kept streets of brick and mortar that stretch on for so long before the architecture is taken over by wooden structures; a more valid substitute considering the innate risks of building along coastlines, and the unpredictability of the ocean. Though the presence of armor without the obvious status of a Paladin or Cleric of Sra-Amun seemed to lead the casual observer the assumption of a mercenary; the suprisingly well-kept equipment, the lack of wounds or scars, and the lack of any obvious insignia that most mercenary bands chose to emblazon their armor with, more or less threw away that theory.
There was a person nearby, though, that did not fit the 'casual observer' title. Even in the City of Light that is Arvale, this second figure so easily avoided notice. Rather than skulk in shadows or behind objects, he chose to hide himself in plain sight; observing taverns and stores, walking amongst a crowd...generally blending in with ease, moving wherever he wanted without anyone appearing to notice his lack of a destination. Certainly, he had no destination, content to blend in, experience the sights and culture...and appraise the armored half-elf from afar.
Clearly not a mercenary, so he wasn't likely to have a group to help him recover his gold, and not a Paladin or Cleric by sight, so he won't detect anything suspicious. But that armor signified money, if nothing else...
The Half-Elf strolled purposefully forward, unaware of the short thief in the crowd, making his way subtly closer, closer...
A tiny, tan-coloured hand reached out to the coinpurse along the belt of the half-elf...before its wrist was envelopped by a metal gauntlet-wearing grip, and the would-be pickpocket was held in place as the Half-Elf turned to look at whom he had so deftly caught.
He got a glimpse of the thief. A gnome; young by their standards, but probably on the verge of as much maturity as their race ever grows. The glimpse was all he got before the hand slipped from his grip with uncanny ability, and the gnome took off at a sprint from the Half-Elf into a long, empty alleyway mere paces away, the Half-Elf's coinpurse somehow in the deft hands of the thief.
Posted on 2011-06-21 at 12:05:22.
Edited on 2011-06-21 at 12:19:07 by Celtia
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