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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: Sorry for the delay.
Mylos felt rejuvenated now that the rain dance had finished and noticed that the self-inflicted wound he had picked up had stopped bleeding and was already beginning to heal. He marvelled at this, for he had seen nothing of its sort back in his homeland and wondered what sort of magic this shaman practiced.
Shortly after they had regrouped the more curious of the party began inspecting the skeletons and, once again, the surrounding area. After taking a closer look at the enemies weapons it became clear that the hilts had the skull and crossed bones, much like their eye patches, engraved upon them. This discovery sent chills up the spine of Mylos and he began to wonder if he had made a mistake leaving his father and his merchant friend.
Nevertheless this was soon forgotten as gold had been found. Mylos rushed to the scene and dove skidding to a halt just before the hole and sticking his arm down into the ground. Mylos screamed as if in pain, distorting his face so that the others thought he had stumbled into a trap. After a couple of seconds however, he took out his hand and let coins slip through his fingers. He grabbed another handful heedless to the protests of the party and began pressing a coin into each one of the party's palms.
After much deliberation the party decided to venture down into the stairway leading underground. Mylos had been placed at the back of the party as he was deemed a liability after his performance at the golds initial discovery. Coins were littered either side of the path and it took the entirety of his self constraint to restrain from picking up as much as he could carry.
He tried to distract himself from the nagging obsession to pick up the coins below him so he looked around the cavernous expanse they were walking into. To his right he noticed a table, once again littered with coins, but this was not the only thing the table harboured for a wrinkled and crisp parchment also lay upon it. He tapped Elyra, a fellow bard, and motioned that he was going to check what the parchment said and see if it gave any clues to where more treasure may be hidden.
The pair wandered over to the table, coins clinking under their feet. As they drew closer Mylos noticed that a skeletal hand grasped the parchment, he looked about expecting to see the body which would of once of had the hand attached to it, but no skeleton was near. The pair of them held out their hands and took hold of the parchment ignoring the warning shouts from some of the party. Why were so many of these 'adventurers' so cautious?, Mylos thought to himself.
The words written on the parchment were of no tongue Mylos could read and apparently nor Elyra as her puzzled look gave away. Areldor however did manage to decipher a few words and the he read them aloud his voice eerily echoing around the cavern.
With no apparent clue to any more booty the party set about trying to find hidden entrances, exits or trap doors, but after a long while they decided to give up on their search, content with hauling as much of their treasure back to the boat and Mylos had to say he agreed.
Posted on 2013-08-07 at 14:56:09.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Self Preservation
Elberon stood behind a boulder with Bailox, who silently stared down into the valley. Elberon had decided that he would just follow Bailox's cue, after all the warrior was much better versed in combat than he was. He expected Bailox to pick out the most dangerous looking target and shoot his arrow at him then once the arrow had struck, providing it hadn't killed the unfortunate adversary, he would throw his magically imbued, and now glowing, stone at the same enemy.
Bailox loosed. The battle had begun. The arrow flew true and embedded itself into the thigh of one of the bandits. It was time for Elberon to have his turn at a missile attack. With a deep breath elberon threw his stone as hard and as accurate as he could. It flew as true as the arrow and struck the grizzly looking bandit on his temple, knocking him from the rock he was perched on. Elberon was elated, he never would of thought that he could hit an opponent, especially from this range.
Bailox drew another arrow from his quiver and notched to his bow, Elberon grabbed another rock from his pouch and held its cold surface in his palm, ready to launch it once more at an opponent. Bailox loosed his arrow, but this time it sailed wide of his target, the gnoll. What a fearsome creature, Elberon thought. While lost in this thought Bailox had dropped his bow and was now running into the melee, broad sword drawn. Quickly he realised he was still gripping the stone tightly and with a shout Elberon threw with all his power, however he kept his promise and missed, just like Bailox had.
Now Bailox had gone Elberon felt very alone standing on the hilltop. He controlled his breathing and remembered Adelror's words prior to the battle and regained some courage and held his ground, once more taking a stone from his pouch.
As Elberons eyes scanned down at the enveloping chaos below he noticed that both Desrik and Bailox had been injured by their opponents and was impressed at their mental and physical fortitude. Clearly Desrik needed some help as another bandit was approaching to reinforce his friend, it was a long throw but if he hit it would be worth it. Elberon hefted the stone and threw it straight and true, it ended up hitting the shuffling bandit in the chest forcing a stagger and a few steps backwards. Elberon clenched his fist in celebration, but then quickly remembered himself as the bandit locked onto him forcing Elberon to submissively look away, to afraid to hold his glare.
The prisoners were ambling along at the foot of the rise and were getting close to safety. Adelror motioned towards the approaching bandit who threatened the group of escaping prisoners and Elberon took his message to be 'come and help' so Elberon did he ran down the hill at a slight jog, meanwhile casting armour upon himself in case he were to get in trouble.
Posted on 2013-07-09 at 12:34:49.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: First kill and first wound
Mylos looked down at the loaded crossbow in his hands wondering how such a mechanism would work. So lost was he in looking down at the loaded crossbow that, for a minute at least, he was calm the skeletons forgotten. BANG! A weapon clanged against a shield and broke Mylos' concentration which startled him like a frightened animal causing him to loose the weapon he had been so fascinated with prematurely. His deity must have been looking over him as the bullet did not embed itself in any of the party's members, but instead rattled into the ribcage of one of the enemy skeletons. Mylos clenched his fist and celebrated, his first shot had hit!
The pirates were advancing quickly now and Mylos had no time to reload his bow so instead he withdrew the two daggers he had purchased with his father. Mylos gave a quick prayer up to Amber o' the High Woods hoping to gain some more of her favour. Once he had finished his silent prayer a thought occurred to him. The eye patches. He remembered what the barkeep had said, this will give you safe passage. He shouted to the others around him to put on their eye patches, it was worth a shot. Mylos dug his own eye patch out of his pack and attached it to his arm, with that he moved as hastily as his small legs could carry him eager to get into the fray. In order to make coin you had to take risks.
Mylos reached his first opponent. The bony fellow was a head taller than him but Mylos had an idea of how to deal with these foes. The skeleton bodies gave away where their weakest points were and the closest weak point to Mylos were the skeletons knee caps. Summoning all of his courage and strength Mylos swiped down with his daggers hitting both of the skeletons knee caps and reducing it to dust. With new found passion and confidence Mylos turned to find the nearest skeleton and slashed at it once again reducing it to dust. Infused with too much fervour Mylos' last attack missed and the skeleton facing him looked angry.
Mylos was surrounded now as other pirates reached the battle and recognised an enemy. Mylos took a deep breath and readied himself to try and parry any attacks upon him, however no attack came. Mylos looked to his arm and saw the eye patch which the skeletons seemed to be staring at and Mylos quickly thanked his deity again.
He did not want to hold too much faith in the eye patches mysterious effect and so chose to kill the skeletons behind him opening up an avenue of retreat. With much unbalanced slashing and stabbing the daggers did there work and downed two more of the undead foe without reply.
Although safety was only a few footfalls away Mylos decided to try and eliminate the enemy once and for all and so turned and slashed wildly at the skeletons in front. This time round Amber must of turned her back on him as he sliced him self along his side opening up a tear in his armour and deep bloody gash. Nevertheless, with adrenaline pumping, Mylos resumed his attack at a wonder why the wound did not hurt as yet. His daggers found another target and once more it was reduced to dust.
After a much more skilful execution of the dagger dance the female bard of the party came to his rescue and killed the skeleton standing at his side. This left but one skeleton left and Mylos' side was beginning to sting the adrenaline wearing off as he realised that he would now, most probably, be safe. His wound impaired him as he sliced and slashed at the yellow bones of the frozen skeleton and caused him to miss his first two swipes. His next two however, dealt enough of a blow to kill his last enemy.
Although wounded Mylos did not stop until he had found his bolt, lodged into a skeletons ribcage, and was thankful that it could be used again, he desperately needed to practice with the triggered weapon.
Mylos returned to the group who had gathered around the shaman and was calling for a Rain Dance. Mylos was clueless to this custom but joined in nevertheless, Mylos loved to dance and sing and if it could help with the stinging, bitter pain in his side he was happy to take his chances.
Posted on 2013-07-04 at 11:27:21.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: In that case...
... I will have Mylos put away his crossbow and draw his daggers, ready to try hand to hand combat for the first time.
Posted on 2013-06-20 at 11:36:56.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: The difference in Fantasy and Reality
Elberon awoke to the sound of his comrades' voices. Mae had returned and from what Ja'Aron interpreted, the small chipmunk had left tracks to show the route. All of the adventurers appeared to go through some ritual or habit before they started off, whether this was to calm there nerves or get them ready for the combat to come it would remain to be seen. Elberon had never been in such a situation and had no such rituals himself and felt a little out of place. Nevertheless he readied himself as best he could.
As they began their trek off the path and into the snow-packed floor of the fields Elberon's thoughts began to swim. What seemed like a million possibilities ran through his head and within minutes Elberon was seriously regretting his choices over the last few days. This was no longer the exhilarating fantasies that he had entertained of ridding the world from evil, but instead it was the constant thought of certain death.
The sun was reaching the top of its zenith as the group reached the collection of stones where the track stopped. Elberon, as well as everybody else, peered through the various gaps in the rock formation to see what foes they had been chasing. Eight men sat at ease talking in low voices and sharpening nasty looking weapons and occasionally laughing with one another. It appeared that the the bandits did not expect attack and Elberon hoped that the appearance showed the truth. Next Elberon saw the captives beaten and tied up and he could see the panic in the sudden movements and wide eyes.
The books of the libraries at his home had depicted many scenes similar to this and the heroes would always look upon such a sight and draw great courage from it, knowing that their cause was just. For Elberon however the feeling was far different. Shamefully he could only think about himself tied up next to the captives and instead of becoming more courageous Elberon became more fearful of the enemies that lay in the valley below.
Finally Elberon saw the Gnoll sitting far away from the eight bandits and he began to panic even more. He had entertained the idea of reasoning with the men instead of fighting, but know it was clear that that would not be the case. You cannot reason with vicious animals. Fear spread through Elberon and he was trying to think up excuses as to why he must return to Graffton or his home, but none came.
Thankfully Adelror came to him and he was distracted from his self-pitying. In his hand, Elberon noticed, were three large stones. When the Duskarn reached Elberon the cleric cast a spell upon the three rocks and handed them to Elberon.
“I am afraid Adelror that I may not be best suited to carry these, I have never even used a sling before I have only read the instructions to use such a weapon. I will however try my best, Thank you.”
When Adelror left him to his thoughts once more he realised that he was not so fearful any longer. It is funny how a simple act of camaraderie can change a mans emotions so quickly, Elberon thought to himself. From some deep recess Elberon had found his courage and it did not feel how he expected. He thought that courage was blood pumping fast and hard through your veins and your thoughts were centred on a single thing to avenge, to fight, to kill. Yet this feeling was quite the opposite of these things. His thoughts were clearer and his breathing calmer he could see now that he must join this fight and there was no going back.
Posted on 2013-06-19 at 10:31:06.
Edited on 2013-06-19 at 10:31:24 by Brundel
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: Actions
If someone shouts out to wear the eye patch then Mylos will slip it on around his arm hastily. If not then Mylos will reload his crossbow and attempt to shoot the same skeleton as he did before.
Posted on 2013-06-19 at 09:49:30.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: Learning the hard way
Mylos rubbed his hands with glee as the wind sent his shoulder length orange curls flailing, for the group were to venture out to the apparently deserted city ahead. There must be old booty kicking around there and maybe even a few coins Mylos could keep for himself. As he got closer and closer the prospects of gold were looking less and less likely.
It became clear as they reached the first stone building that this place had already been plundered for all its worth. However, it did not deter them all from having a thorough scavenge. Mylos kept to the the top half of the group with Crow and Tohmas, as these two looked the most handy should trouble start, but also Mylos wanted to be the first to find something of note.
After nearly an hour of searching a keen ear from one of the members noticed water trickling at a nearby stream, river or lake, so they carried on their thorough scavenging in that direction. Before they had reached their destination however a shout came from the back.
“SKELETON PIRATES!!”
Mylos did not see who shouted the warning so focussed as he was on finding treasure, but he was still fast to react. This was the first time that Mylos could remember his life being in danger. Back at the Modling River there was no one and nothing to worry about, even the trade route had been quiet enough when he had ventured out. Mylos was in a state of panic, but he did manage to get his crossbow drawn and with shaking hands secure the bolt fast in its groove. He was hoping to get some practice with the weapon but it looked as though he would have to learn the hard way...
Posted on 2013-06-12 at 15:25:10.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: A quick nap
Thankfully, after an agonizingly long few minutes stood in front of the large crowd that had gathered the party were leaving, the now stronger-looking girl leading the way. Elberon began to flag quickly after they had left the town gates, the pace was much faster than he was used to and he was still lacking a nights sleep so after an hour of travelling Elberon was happy they had reached their destination.
As they all began looking around, searching for clues Elberon saw that it did not take an expert tracker to see what had happened. Blood had merged with the crisp white snow leaving a pinky stain on the ground below. Tracks led off in almost every direction and one track looked as though something had been dragged through the snow, it was then that he realised their were no corpses littering the road. Soon Desrik and Bailox went off to investigate further and Elberon was glad it was not he who was asked to find out about what had happened to the bodies. When the pair returned it was clear that they had found something and the sombre expression on their faces told of bad news.
Once they had explained what they had had to do a plan began to be formed. Elberon however, was slow to input to this plan this was the first time that he had experienced death that wasn't caused of old age or illness. Soon enough he pulled himself together, after Ja'arons pet had been sent on its way Elberon had decided to join Bailox in his slumber, even if he could just get an hours rest he was sure he would feel much better.
Posted on 2013-06-12 at 15:04:44.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: There's profit to be made!
After leaving the trade caravan that Mylos had travelled on with his father, with a heavy heart and what felt like a hundred butterflies fluttering in his stomach he set off searching for ways to make coin. After all Gallos had said that it was not good deeds and a gentle heart that got you friends in this world, like it had been back in his village, instead it was how heavy your coin purse was.
Mylos had been in the city now for a week and had found many places to explore, but what had held his interest the most was the vast trading square it was like nothing he had seen before. The noise was so loud that on the first day he was so overwhelmed by the sounds of traders shouts and heated bartering that he could not bring himself to purchase a single item. On the third day however he had become more accustomed to the atmosphere and after recalling Gallos' word that he would need some weapons to defend himself he purchased a sturdy looking crossbow and two daggers in need of sharpening. Along with those items he purchased some basic gear for hiking and sleeping rough.
Mylos had intentions of becoming a merchant and knew that he was likely to have to travel long distances at minimal costs in order to make profits. On the seventh day he had found items of real note for any marked down prices, one offer did catch his ear as he walked past a standard looking Inn and the words from an enthusiastic and hardened voice he entered the tavern.
After inquiring inside he found out that he would be given fifty gold pieces and the promise of treasure if he were to sign up for the hunt for treasure. It meant that he was given solid coin and the chance to find some items to sell with just a bit of hard work. How hard could it be?
After scrawling his name on the innkeepers stained parchment he was told of more details. A boat was to set sail in the next few days with a number of other 'seekers.' For those few days Mylos visited the libraries of Heristat learning of trading and the local geography around him. He found an old map of the surrounding territories and stuffed it slyly into his pack, promising to one day give it back.
Dusk fell around Heristat and Mylos returned to the The Toothless Dragon for his evening meal. Once it was brought to him Mad Dog came to his table and reminded him that the ship was setting sail in the morning.
Dawn broke and Mylos made his way down to the docks along with a few others of the ten 'seekers.' Once they got to the deck of the dragon inspired ship they were greeted by Mad Dog who was as enthusiastic as ever. Mylos was beginning to get fed up with they over active and boisterous innkeeper and was glad to see the back of him. As he took in the crew members and Cap'n Crayfish he noticed that they all wore matching eyepatches and began to wonder, with a shiver down his spine, whether he had misread any smallprint. He hoped that losing an eye wasn't part of the contract. Nevertheless, the crew seemed hearty enough though one worry did niggle him. He could barely stand Mad Dog let alone being in the middle of the ocean with twenty copies of him, hopefully the other 'seekers' would compliment his personality better.
Thankfully soon after his disturbing thought of losing an eye the crew members lifted their patches to gain a look at a female in the group and revealed their normal and unharmed eyes. After everybody had been introduced Mad Dog pulled out the Eye patches and handed them to each new member. Mylos accepted his gratefully and joked to the innkeeper,
“I am glad I do not have to trade an eye for one of these!”
Quickly he stuffed it into his pouch, as he had no desire to wear such a strange accessory. Soon after Mad Dog made his farewell and reminded them all of their quest and the ship departed. Mylos was expecting the crew and their captain to be in a hurry to find new treasure and bounty, but instead they were lacklustre and even stopped for a swim a few times. Mylos had some reserve about their work ethic before hand but now he was even more worried, but he had to say he was tempted by a swim himself.
Watching the sailors tread water and laugh with one another made Mylos reminisce about his homeland near the Modling River and all of the fun times he had had with his friends in the fast flowing rivers. Still he did not want to embarrass himself and neither did he want to get to friendly with the hard-looking sailors.
With not much else to do bar ponder what may come in the weeks ahead Mylos unstrapped his lute and began playing on the foredeck recalling some of his favourite songs from his homeland.
On the fifth day they had finally reached their destination of the Isle of Tagea and were handed ten gold coins each for expenses. Soon after, they were ushered off the ship and shown the way to the nearest landmark, a ruined city. A mountain range gave a scenic backdrop to the rubble of the old city and Mylos could not recall such a range being on any of the maps he had studied. This didn't deter him however and he was anxious to get down and start exploring the ruined city.
Posted on 2013-06-02 at 21:08:37.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: There is adventure to be had!
As the others, and possibly more sober, of the keen adventurers huddled around the distraught young lady Elberon realised he still faced the large crowd and his adrenaline was fading fast. It was almost silent now, bar some murmuring from the crowd and he suddenly felt very awkward. Fortunately a figure strode purposefully through the crowd and as he reached the front he turned and held his arms aloft roaring claims of vengeance, the crowd was stirred by this and Elberon was thankful he was no longer the focal point of their attention.
Still feeling awkward he shifted nervously and picked at the cotton of his robe. He turned to study the other newcomer who had entered the scene far more subtly than the Dwarf, he looked as though he was at one with nature and when he noticed the animal pelts that littered his person Elberon was disgusted. He could not stand the thought of those dreadful wrappings touching his skin and bile rose in his throat. Still he would not let this ruin his first chance at adventure.
He noticed that Desrik was quiet too and had a critical look on his face as though he was appraising a gem. Bailox, his other new found companion, was caring for the young girl and vowing to hunt down her perpetrators. Elberon strolled over to the huge warrior and waited for him to finish tending the to the girl before saying.
“When are we going to get after them, every minute standing here is wasted!”
Posted on 2013-05-27 at 23:14:47.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Talking of spells
Hey Tek I am still unsure about Elberon's spells could you tell me what I can pick or how I can pick spells, sorry to be a nuisance.
Posted on 2013-05-27 at 21:23:36.
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Topic: Adventures in Aihrde
Subject: Count me in!
If you'll have me I would like to join too!
Sounds awesome I like the player driven concept.
Posted on 2013-05-22 at 16:38:12.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: A rash decision
After taking his seat next to the two large and muscular warriors Elberon adjusted himself so he sat comfortably. By the time he had shifted around a tankard filled with a dark brown liquid was put in front of him. Curiously he lifted the tankard and took a sup. Elberon fought the urge to spit the foul liquid back into the tankard and with much distaste he forced a swallow down his throat. He watched with awe as Bailox and Desrik downed their beverages nearly half a pitcher at a time and wondered how they stomached the stuff.
As the hours went on and more and more patrons started to take their seats in the Grasscat and the atmosphere grew loud and rowdy. Bailox and Desrik were nearly always at the heart of the fun and Elberon was intrigued by the stories they told. They spoke of great battles and fearsome duels the way only someone who was there could tell it. Elberon was captivated by his new friends and their stories were ten times better than those he had read in the books of the library back home. When the pair asked him of any great deeds he had done just shook his head lightly and told the pair that his life pales in comparison next to their rich and full experiences. However, they had probed and prodded him for a story and Elberon could not give one so he told them that this was his first time away from his elven homestead and he was on a quest to experience life just like they had. From then on it appeared as though they had taken him under their wing.
After his third tankard of ale Elberon was beginning to adapt his tastebuds to the foul liquid. He had also noticed that everything moved a little less sharply and it was although the world was dulled and blurred somehow. What an odd feeling, he thought to himself. He dreaded to think how the other two felt it seemed as if they had drunk far more than he had.
The night went on and more stories were swapped, each one equally enthralling to Elberon's ear. So fascinated was he that he didn't notice most others in the common room leave and nearly jumped when the barmaid came over to kick them out. She told them that it was near daybreak, but he refused to believe her. When they opened the door however he could tell the sky was breaking and true enough it was almost dawn.
Not long after the three of them had begun to wander in an apparently random direction shouts went up around the town and a large crowd started forming and making its way to the main square. After the previous nights exchanging of stories Elberon was keen to make his own.
“Come on, lets go find out what's going on. I want a story to tell like you two!”
(OOC: Presuming that Desrik and Bailox agree)
The trio headed to the main square where they found a large crowd gathered around a girl in rough clothes and a stricken look in her eyes. Most people gawped and stared, though a few rushed over to console her.
It was Elberon's chance. He needed to start doing to start learning. Elberon darted off through the crowd, forgetting to tell the pair of fighters in front of him, and made his way to the front. He stood over the girl and was sure he would never normally stand up so confidently in front of such a crowd and start speaking, then he remembered the drinks from last night and the strange effects they had on him.
“Don'th worry people of Graffton we will find thethe vile people and put an end to their mischief.” Elberon exclaimed with a slight slur.
Elberon looked into the crowd trying to find his two companions and when he spotted them he said.
“Desrik! Bailox! Come on there is an adventure to be had!” He stood waving them over before turning his attention back to the crowd. “Will anyone else join us to rid Graffton of these pests?”
After he had finished his last sentence the alcohol suddenly began to wear off and he realised the mass of people he had just spoke to. He tried to remain composed but knew that he was failing, all he could hope for was for someone else to come and take charge before he, inevitably, said the wrong thing, if he had not done so already.
(OOC: Elebron will stand there hoping his two new friends would come with him to find the woman's robbers, he was not sure he could do it alone.)
Posted on 2013-05-21 at 20:15:30.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Elberon Tantharon
Birdsong thrummed softly from the trees adorning the side of the road to Graffton and the sun shone brightly, though not warmly, down onto the uneven surface ahead glinting off the shinier stones on the path. For Elberon this was a strange experience. In all of his life he had never spent such a prolonged time in the outdoors such was the way of the Wizard. He had spent many years poring over old and dusty tomes trying to learn their mysterious teachings, but little had sunk in.
Most Wizards of his school reached his age and had finished their teachings with much ease, Elberon however had always struggled. The masters had always tried their best with him but it appeared he had little skill in the field. Nevertheless his determination to prove them wrong had always held firm and that was why he was shambling along this path on his way, for the first time, to town.
The afternoon sped past, such was Elberons fascination with the rolling fields and the travellers hurrying past him. As he reached the top of a large hill he caught sight of Graffton, his destination. It was the largest area of inhabited land he had ever seen and he was appropriately amazed. Houses sprawled out in every direction and when the wind shifted he could hear faint snippets of noise. For the first time of his journey he quickened his step eager to find out more about this strange place.
As he reached the gates of the apparently welcoming town the noise was so loud Elberon could barely think of anything else. It was a far different environment to that of the silent libraries of home. When he entered Graffton and began walking at a leisurely pace, often stopping to stand and stare in amazement, he was ushered quickly on by a rushing passer-by or was forced to quickly step aside as a cart laden with goods trundled past.
Whenever he tried to stop someone in the street to ask for directions to a place to sleep for the night and to acquire a warm meal he was often ignored, such was the rush going on around him. Eventually though he was pointed in the direction of an Inn named the The Grinning Grasscat and began to head their immediately. The novelty had not worn off for the gangly, scrawny Dur'Amani but dusk was falling and an elder had warned him of the dangers that dark brought on, claiming it was safer in the wild than it was in a town.
Elberon reached the rough wooden door of the Inn and could hear the merriment inside. Music was playing and laughter and shouting could be heard within. When Elberon entered he was not prepared for what he saw. The tavern was packed, the smell was smoky and stale and the range of people inside was staggering. A group of small Buunta's laughed outrageously at another one of their kind who had fell off his stool and was now trying to stand, but failing miserably. Three Dur'Amani sat in a corner talking in hushed tones and looked much hardier than him. A Duskarn sat alone three empty tankards surrounded him and still four more full ones were set before him. All of the tables were full, bar the Duskarns and a seat next two large Syln's with an impressive arsenal about their bodies. The Dur'Amani chose the seat with the Syln's as the Duskarn already seemed lost in his cups.
Anxiously Elberon approached the pair, his eyes once more drawn to the impressive swords that hung, sheathed, on various parts of their bodies.
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but do you mind if I take a seat. You see I am new to this... environment and you two seem jolly enough fellows. My name is Elberon, by the way.”
(OOC: Presuming its okay to take a seat)
Elberon nervously lowered himself onto the stool and said.
“It has been quite a day and I find myself quite parched. What drinks does a place so... haughty as this serve?”
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 19:09:50.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Room for a small one?
Very interested to get involved in another game here on the Inn. If there is room I would love to claim a spot though I will have to think of a suitable character!!
Posted on 2013-05-11 at 21:37:52.
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Topic: True 20 Multiverse Game
Subject: Real Sorry
Sorry Kamina because of a recent hike in my work at university I don't think I can commit to anything more than the games I am already in at the moment. Sorry 
Posted on 2013-02-05 at 23:33:14.
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Topic: True 20 Multiverse Game
Subject: Interest!
I am also interested in joining this game, but like most other posts on this thread I feel there is too little information given for me to definitely be in.
I have downloaded the rule book and it seems that there is too wide a choice to be able to decide on a character without knowing the setting!
Posted on 2013-01-20 at 20:05:19.
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Topic: Midland Turmoil
Subject: A Mysterious Message...
Wraclaw never slept comfortable when walled in on all sides, neither could he see the stars that had always calmed him since childhood. Tonight though it seemed as though sleep would never come, even when he did catch an hour of restless sleep he was wrenched from his slumber by an instinctive wake up call, lying deep in his stomach.
Wraclaw rolled, trying to get comfortable when he discovered the letter on the pillow adjacent to him. Bleary eyed he sat up the rough parchment gripped loosely between forefinger and thumb. It was rare that he ever got a letter and when he did he always liked to savour the moment, trying to figure out what message may lay inside. After a few minutes however, Wraclaw couldn't resist any longer and tore at the envelope, excited to see where his life went next.
Posted on 2013-01-18 at 19:54:41.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: You best hurry up Arimm
Tyrvia instinctively took a step back as Istanius moved over to join the fight, his armour clanking as he moved. Her eyes were fixed upon the battle and she was barely aware of Arimm finishing his knot on the pillar. Canicus went forward again, after dodging the deathly arc of the undeads weapon. This time however Canicus did not strike the enemy, finding the skeletons shield instead. Seeing an opportunity Malagaar leapt forward aiming a blow at the skeletons jaw, his opponent was fast though and he avoided the blow and shrugged off the second weaker attack.
It was the Skeletons chance now to do some damage. It raised its sword in a arc of deathly fire and bought it down with terrible strength. First it took Malagaar in the chest droplets of blood spraying form his chest and littering the floor. Next it caught Canicus but this time only half as powerful. Istanius charged forward next, ready to defend his own honour and that of his brotherhood.
Istanius charged forward letting out a roar before crashing into his foe shield first. Despite all of his effort the, now maniacal, undead champion shrugged it off neatly before insulting the young Cavaliers order.
Tyrvia had to do something, she couldn't stand idly by watching her fellow blades get slaughtered. Tyrvia saw Canicus as the biggest threat to the skeleton and hastily began to cast Guidance upon him, using her own will on top of his strength to guide his next swing.
Posted on 2012-12-18 at 17:29:32.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: It Lives!
After what seemed an eternity the small party began moving to meet this mysterious skeletal statue. They reached the bottom of the stairwell leading up to the courtyard above and Tyrvia shuddered, suddenly racked by a pang of fear. There was an eerie feeling in the air and each step she heard sounded like a stomp of a giant.
They reached the top and sure enough the scene was as Malagaar described it was an open space surrounded by four walls and a roof. There were two exits, the one they had just entered and one on the far wall, past the looming skeletal figure.
As the more adventurous of the group started forward the apparent statue came to life. It stepped from it pedestal and moved towards Canicus. Taking the initiative Canicus struck first, with a resounding blow onto the skeletons plate. Next Malagaar tried his luck with the unwieldy Quarterstaff, unfortunately the first was blocked and the second was to weak to hurt the undead abomination.
With that the reanimated pile of bones let out a deafening cry and Tyrvia had to cover her ears. Within seconds the huge sword it wielded was aflame and striking out towards Canicus' face. The Ifrit saw it just in time and stepped back, away from the flaming blade. Leaving a trail of fire it then slashed towards the scout but once again the blow did not land.
The abomination seemed so wrapped up in attempting to dispatch the Ifrit and Avanmephion it had not seen the human thief creeping around it and tying a piece of rope on a flagpole, knee level to the giant skeleton. Tyrvia hoped that it was not feigning disinterest and stepped back, watching the fight intently.
Posted on 2012-12-09 at 16:55:18.
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Topic: Midland Turmoil
Subject: Wraclaw Surn
The track was steep, filled with shingle and loose stones and every step had to be a calculated one, else he was likely to slide to the bottom of the mountain filled with cuts and bruises. He remembered months ago the journey he had undertaken to find the small tribe that lived atop the mountain range, he thought then that it had been hard enough getting up the mountain, but now that seemed a trivial stroll compared to this.
The time he had spent with the Otalemni had been stimulating and deeply spiritual. The men who vaguely resembled the Midlanders were a bit smaller than their human kin but far less, technologically at least, advanced. However, what they lacked in weapons, farming and clean water they more than made up with their spiritual community.
Everything they did revolved around Gallor, the god of nature, who had put life in the smallest animal to the greatest tree. Wraclaw Surn had his own gods and although he was no convert he could see how the belief in Gallor really helped the deeply spiritual community.
The trail levelled out when Wraclaw was close to the bottom and he quickly caught his breath. The tribe was poor and had little to offer Wraclaw in terms of supplies. It was a three day trek and he, and his pet viper, were running out of rations. He had seen a large settlement only a couple of days south from the base of the mountain. Although normally he would try to avoid such largely populated places he had no choice this time.
Wraclaw drew his cape around him and headed off to the city, enjoying the feel of the snakes scales against his skin.
Two days later Wraclaw arrived at the looming city gates and used his empathic link to talk to his viper. He warned him to stay hidden inside the folds of his coat, he only needed to be one night. He found the nearest tavern, named the 'The Black Boar.' As he entered he found out the barkeep and ordered a room and a meal for the night. He then went to his room and left his viper there and put on a long sleeved shirt to hide the blue-ink tattoos that now littered the skin on his forearms, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.
(OOC: Wraclaw will eat his meal alone, returning to his room once finished. Unless any commotion arises or he is approached.)
Posted on 2012-12-03 at 20:40:11.
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Topic: 2E DND-style game starting up
Subject: so...
Shall I write a backstory before the character sheet?
Posted on 2012-11-29 at 19:55:43.
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Topic: 2E DND-style game starting up
Subject: Information
Could you tell me:
What starting statistics do we use? Point buy or dice rolls?
Spending Money?
Please
Posted on 2012-11-29 at 13:59:06.
Edited on 2012-11-29 at 13:59:17 by Brundel
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Topic: Dead
Subject: Let's get on with it.
Tyrvia watched Canicus make what seemed like another bid to become leader of the small party. He began in the same style of Tyrvia dishing out orders to all around him... bad move. It had failed for Tyrvia, Malagaar instantly blocking her attempt and once again Malagaar blocked Canicus' attempt with his attempt to hide his obvious stubbornness and pride behind a speech of morals and vigilantism. The only person Malagaar would see as leader would potentially be himself and Tyrvia doubted even that and hoped he would never be, he lacked the wisdom and patience to lead the party.
Tyrvia thought that Canicus would make a good leader. He was well rounded and didn't seem to be prejudice, although his comment about the Avanmephion elves offended Tyrvia slightly, but she wasn't one to hold a grudge. Swiftly though Canicus began to retort, rising to the elves insolence. He began patronising the elf... mistake, saying that of course he wasn't a monk. This was only going one way.
Nevertheless Malagaar took the staff from Istanius and agreed to use it. Tyrvia was shocked and did her best not to let it show. Once Istanius had given away her quarterstaff and apologised, in her mind overly, he pleaded to the group to form together and agree on a plan. Tyrvia seized the opportunity to try to unite them and get moving.
“C'mon Blades we have dallied enough and time is pressing and Canicus' plan seems a good one, even to a non-tactically minded person as I.”
She hoped it would get the group moving, better to get it done than to think to much into it.
Posted on 2012-11-28 at 17:57:44.
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Topic: Dead
Subject: No point in me having it.
Tyrvia watched as Malagaar strode off towards the temple, hoping that he would be okay on his own. While he was gone she pondered on what to do with the group, providing that they survive this mission. With that thought she looked down at the zombies who had once been, living, breathing, thinking people like herself and fellow blades, she let out a quick prayer, begging for death rather than be reanimated into one of those.
Soon enough Malagaar returned and appeared to be in good health, Tyrvia sighed with evident relief. Malagaar reported on what he saw. The gates were left wide open and inside there was a large single skeletal warrior dressed in full battle apparel and, for now, he was motionless.
Once the report was finished Canicus told the group that only blunt weapons would be of use against their latest foe. Tyrvia, without thinking, reached for her quarterstaff and shifted it from her back into her two hands.
Arimm had no blunt weapons so labelled himself useless against this Skeletal Warrior and offered to protect Tyrvia, since this was the case Tyrvia had an idea.
“Istanius, you could use this quarterstaff more effectively than your sword I offer this to you to use should you want it. I have far more powerful tools up here.” She said, tapping one finger on her head.
Posted on 2012-11-25 at 10:27:30.
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