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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Keep your wits...
The puppet was motionless as the small group passed and Mylos fingered his amulet in a silent thanks to the gods. He put on a front about the puppet, pretending not to be afraid, but really he was as fearful as the others. A look of relief passed over Mylos' face clearly he was relieved to be back to civilisation.
The large village was bustling with activity and when the party walked through the streets only a few stopped their chores to stare and gawk. The cobbles below his feet were much more welcome than the unforgiving ground the mist had presented them with. As he turned a corner a sudden deja vu washed over him. He recognised the houses from somewhere and for a few seconds he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His eyes froze when he saw the sign above the inn, a boar above a camp fire turning on a spit.
“This...this cannot be!” he muttered under his breath.
As he looked around his apparently familiar surroundings a face caught him. An old man sat down carving a wooden horse. Thoughts raced through Mylos' head his head told him this could not be real, but there was a niggling thought is this reality and before a dream or the other way around? Had they switched planes? Even ventured into another universe?
Mylos shook his head and gathered his wits, he was likely to need them. If a great misfortune had become of the village before then most likely it was about to happen again and who knew how long they had. The only real measure was that of the carved horse. Perhaps if he could gain a gauge of the carving it could tell them when the mysterious events were likely to come.
He looked at Ark with a stern stare after he had spoken. “Silence you fool. Keep cool all of you. We must pretend we have not seen this town before. We book rooms for the night, whilst I figure out when the event may occur. See the librarian? The horse carving was on the table, perhaps we can measure the time they will come by the stage he is through the carving.”
After his outburst Mylos strode calmly over to the old man sat outside the the first house they had explored. Calling out to the elder.
“Ho, friend. A lovely day is it not? May I ask after your carving there? I am a keen collector of such pieces.”
Mylos acted as if he had never met the man and was simply an interested passer-by.
Posted on 2012-04-28 at 18:42:29.
Edited on 2012-04-28 at 21:24:51 by Brundel
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: for once...
...Mylos shares Marius' view and is all up for entering the village, if not a bit cautiously, but I think we should go explore. There might be some gold too.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 11:19:12.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Is the mist fading or just a new image?
Mylos looked to the heavens hoping to figure out some sort of direction, it was one of his many talents and had saved him and the group many times before, however this time it seemed as though the moon was out of place its usual arc distorted, Mylos shook his head and deduced that it was the mist distorting his vision that was all. He looked around him and pointed to his right.
“East lays that way comrades.” He tried to sound confident but really it was half a guess.
The group had halted and it was time to make some form of makeshift camp. Mylos was without his bedroll and warm winter blanket, having thought it unnecessary in the built up town. Nevertheless he wandered over to a nearby gnarled tree, fingering his amulet of Alanus as he walked, he sat down resting his back against the brown-green vines which weaved along its trunk. His legs were cramped and his feet sore, a blister had formed around the base of his heel, yet he was loathe to pop it, knowing it would hurt the more on the morrow and another day of mist walking was like to kill him.
Mylos was not made for physical exertion, his legs were small and bandy, and when he walked for long periods he adopted a waddling gait as he fought to keep up with the longer legged members of the party. He had grown accustomed to their wagon, lounging in the back feeling the cool air run through his hair and sweep across his face was much preferred to the aching cramps of walking.
Mylos slept a little, he was fearful of the mysterious mist and worried what may come out of the wispy tendrils. He managed a few hours however and felt somewhat refreshed as the morning sun rose at dawn. He began to stand and a wave of agony passed through his body, perhaps he was not refreshed at all, in fact he felt worse. There was a creak in his neck, where he had slept awkwardly, and the muscles in his legs roared with pain, every step taking a copious amount of effort, yet soon they warmed up and the pain subsided though for how long he could not say.
The group set off following Mylos' guess of east and soon the lack of direction showed they passed a lake that looked eerily similar to another pool of water not four leagues back. A few members of the group shot Mylos questioning glances but carried on their way east.
Soon the questioning glances were forgotten and a small town emerged, seemingly full of life. The town reminded him of the previous hamlet, yet he could not put his finger on why. This village had life and a completely different set up of buildings, there was still an inn and a cluster of small houses as befit any town or hamlet, but most importantly there was no burning pyre and charred body, or so it appeared.
He noticed Anna's apparent glee at finding civilisation, she did not like discomfort even more than Mylos himself and was clearly joyous that a soft bed may be in order tonight. She even started singing which Mylos thought clever, even if she had done it unknowingly, announcing their presence in song was often far better than announcing their arrival with swords especially with small folk, so he added his gentle voice to the song.
No sooner did Anna's voice trail off as his did a chilling shiver spiralling up his spine. He saw a puppet hanging from a tree branch eerily, like a human in the gallows. Odd that a peaceful village would hang a child's toy as they would a murderer, perhaps all was not as it seemed.
He was not slow in mentioning his thoughts to the group.
“This may not be all as it seems, much like the misty village before. I suggest a careful approach to this small town.” he advised the group, glancing at Marius. “Also, that thing is not what we should be scared of, it is the symbol of what these people are portraying it to mean I am concerned of the most.”
Posted on 2012-04-10 at 20:50:13.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: ahhhh....
Thanks for clearing that up, from your actions it just appeared that way to Mylos 
Posted on 2012-04-05 at 21:15:26.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Misty...
Mylos smiled gently to the old man, hoping to make him believe that he was an innocent new friend. Before Mylos could read a facial expression from the old librarian Marius began to move from behind him. He charged the librarian and grabbed him speaking loudly at him.
Marius was surprised by his gruffness, but not overwhelmingly shocked. Marius had always been a loose cannon, a shoot first ask questions later sort of man. The others reacted poorly to his actions, showing an apparent separation within the group to a potential enemy and Mylos frowned at that but carried on to look as stern as he could at the old man before him. (Which was not very sternly at all)
The old man began to speak, blabbering once again about demons and darklings disguised as mortals, and the party opposite being sent to the town by some unknown evil. His ranting began to become a little abstract for Mylos' liking after that, talk of young boys and burning woman distressed him. Losing interest in the old cleric he almost fell into a daydream, when suddenly he grabbed Marius' collar drawing him closer with an unnatural strength.
Mylos was on his guard now and drew his weapons, looking around cautiously. He saw nothing, yet it did little to subdue the fear building inside of him, his stomach was becoming a knot, his heart began to race faster and his palms began sweating. If adventuring doesn't kill me, my heart definitely will he thought to himself.
The old man began to ramble some more and Mylos began to relax, though he still looked around warily. The librarian cut off mid sentence and Mylos was glad the nonsense he was talking stopped. The old man seemed to sag in Marius' grasp and the elders hand slipped from the witch hunters collar. Mylos sighed in relief and began to sheathe his weapons before reconsidering, he felt a fool the only one with weapons drawn but they made him feel more at ease.
Mylos' eyes focused on the old man a look of pity within them, he was clearly insane and physically exhausted. His look of pity soon changed to bewilderment. His jaw dropped open as he saw the old man disappear before his eyes evaporating into what appeared to be mist, not dissimilar to the fog outside in the town square. No-one spoke, even Mylos himself was tongue tied at the event that just occurred.
Leaving the library in a hurry the group began to seek out their wagon and horses and Mylos intended to leave this sorry town before he became a weather front as well. The fog made it impossible for the party to discern any direction and soon it was apparent they were lost. They walked through the mist some more and soon the rolling hills and small town were gone and a forest was all that remained.
Mylos spoke up after Marius said "Anyone have any idea what happened? Do you have some divination magics available to tell us where we are? The crazy old man spoke of the mists or some people from the mists abducting their kids. Have the mists now taken us as well?"
“I can find North if that's any help? Though the rest I am as clueless as you, friend.” Mylos tried to stay positive though he was a nervous wreck inside, could the mist really take them too?
(OOC: Discern North!)
Posted on 2012-04-05 at 20:37:41.
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Topic: *Recruiting* Land Asunder game!
Subject: Busy week
Sorry Jozan been a very busy week. I think the earliest I will be able to get a worthy character in will be Monday, though I will see what I can get up too tonight.
Posted on 2012-04-05 at 15:38:25.
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Topic: *Recruiting* Land Asunder game!
Subject: interested!
Very eager to get involved too.
Posted on 2012-04-02 at 16:25:13.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: A man of Mylos' on heart
I have to say I agree with Raven the world we live in (in character) is a hard place fraught with many perils and Mylos is the same as Marius though he is more apt to be gruff with his tongue rather than his fists.
Posted on 2012-04-01 at 19:43:09.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: Character Role
I think I will pick up the thief class that you said would be useful. I haven't played a rogue in some time and with their attitude it is always fun 
Posted on 2012-03-27 at 12:18:37.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: WOWZA
Just read your brief history of the story so far and I am so up for this, just means I will have to think up a great character concept to keep pedigree with the others.
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 22:15:55.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: A brief history eh?
Yeah a PM of a brief history would be great especially if you could tell me a little about each characters mannerisms.
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 21:33:05.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: Tempted Also...
I am also sorely tempted by this game, though I must confess I have no knowledge of AD&D. Would that be a problem?
On another note, in order to catch up on the game where is a suitable place to read up on the game as I have had a look and not sure I can get through six years of gameplay 
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 20:43:43.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: I told you so....
Mylos looked around cautiously and drew his two Kukris, the weight of them in his hand making him feel a little safer. A voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was useless with them anyway, he shook it off but the truth still remained. It was a sobering thought, if a creature was to jump out on him he would be dead for sure, unless one of the others saved his meagre life, as they had done so many times before. The group all drew their weapons and fanned out, heading towards the nearest house, they approached the small wooden door finding that it was neither locked or bolted.
They entered and a small hallway outstretched before them, the smoke had not filtered inside the house yet and Mylos was grateful for the relief. The smoke had been hacking at his lungs and the smell of the body had caused him to choke more than a few times. Taking a few deep breaths he took in his surroundings. The décor was old fashioned that was for sure, there were old worn out tapestries and an odd smell to the place. He presumed an elderly couple lived here, or had lived here he thought. He sighed in relief, there was little threat from an elderly couple surely. It was what had forced them out, killed them or even what had become of them that he feared.
They ventured down the hallway and found a small adequately furnished living room. Little of worth here he thought, keeping it to himself this time. He saw a knife and a half finished model of poor quality, perhaps a rider of some sort. There was a ball of yarn and knitting tools, worthless. Moving into the kitchen there was a pouch of coins and a bowl of apples, Mylos eyed the coin purse hungrily and grabbed an apple tossing it into the air and catching it, he took a large bite from it, juice dribbling down his chin. After swallowing the apple he suggested that he look after the coin purse.
The bottom floor was empty and they began to steadily make there way up the staircase, cautious as ever Mylos hung back, not daring to go first. There was little of note up the creaking stairs, a bed and a small brown closet, the clothes within confirming that someone had lived here. A shiver of fear made its way up his spine, he had been expecting to find corpses, perhaps murdered in their beds, but this was worse. Where were they, if they had fled then he guessed he would fine but if they were dead where were the corpses? The group had dealt with their fair share of undead but never a whole village full!
Mylos finished his apple as they walked back out of the front door of the house, their search providing no clues, and was about to toss the apple into the flames when he realised he could scarcely make out the flames. The smoke had intensified. He threw the apple aiming for the red glow through the smoke. The group quickly moved on to an inn named the boar on rotation and Mylos noticed that the sign was apt. They walked into the averagely sized tavern, once again the door opened easily and the inside was much like any other inn they had stayed at, apart from this time there was no one inside. The tavern had a lot of similarities to the cosy house they had been in minutes previously. Everything seemed as normal, half filled glasses and half eaten meals, yet still no-one was there. It was strange indeed, as if the people had been plucked from their seats. The only sign of panic was one spilled glass.
Downstairs left no more clues than the home before, so the small company ventured upstairs. They found two guest rooms that had been in use. There were two chests, with little of note apart from the purse with 10 gold pieces and once again Mylos suggested that he carry them, obviously just for the time being. He loved the feel of gold in his hand and how sunlight glittered off of it casting golden light in all directions. His hand returned to the necklace of Alanus around his throat at the thought.
They ventured outside back to the smoke again. It felt different now, ashes littered the floor and the fire appeared to be dying, settling to a dimmed orange glow, though the crackling was still audible. Mylos' eyes returned to the rising smoke overhead, it would have been drawing attention for the last few hours thought Mylos ominously.
They walked next to a library, obviously smaller and less furnished than that of Felarin. Mylos' eyes had widened as they had walked into the huge expanse of Felarins library. His heart had pounded and he was excited to find scriptures from long years passed and spell tomes of incredible potency, yet he had found little of use, they had not stopped long enough for Mylos to fully indulge himself but he was glad for it, he lost coin for every hour he spent in that old musty place. Nevertheless this library was large for the town it was in. He noticed a sandwich rested inside a napkin on the table across the room, but again there appeared no owner to the half eaten morsel.
Before they closed the door behind them they glanced back to the square, the fire was barely visible and the smoke no longer clogged his lungs as before. It had a cold musky damp feel as he inhaled, this was getting very strange he thought, and yet another shiver rippled up his spine. He touched the necklace around his neck again praying for his safety.
As the door closed behind them he heard a creaking of floorboards and movement within the library. An elderly man steeped off the bottom stair and appeared shocked to see them.
“What are you doing here? Who sent you? Curse the bellows and whispers of the fog. Curse you, demon spawn.”
He fumbles with a symbol similar to the pendant around his neck and held it aloft at the group.
“Be gone from this holy place.”
Mylos was as shocked as the old man had been, yet he still managed a jape towards Marius.
“Well I did say.” he murmured to Maruius.
Mylos sheathed his weapons and replied to the elderly man.
“Ho friend, we have been sent by no-one. We saw the fire, as I am sure many others have, and came to help this small town.” Mylos said calmly, then his tone changed to a sterner one
“We need information and we need it now old man.”
Mylos hoped that the old man was sane, for so far he had proved otherwise. He did not take this man for granted, he had seen many others, much more frail than the old man, who had given them a close shave with death.
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 18:50:43.
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Topic: Tumbleweeds, again...
Subject: perhaps...
this is the calm before the storm?
Posted on 2012-03-22 at 19:51:30.
Edited on 2012-03-22 at 19:51:49 by Brundel
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: No worries
Real life catches us all out sometimes, take your time
Posted on 2012-03-21 at 21:50:50.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Post 2
Mylos studied the man before him, he had rough features and a grim look upon his face. Clearly this was not the first time he had been witness to a burning at the stake, though Mylos had to say he was glad this was his. The flames still flickered and danced in the afternoon sun and smoke billowed from the tips of the fiery fingers atop the blaze, fortunately however the body did not show itself once more. The image flickered into his mind and he shuddered at the thought of it. He looked at the smoke warily, it could only bring more attention and he doubted that it would be friendly, years of travelling had told him that at least. No doubt another bunch of wary men would come and Mylos' tongue would have to talk them out of trouble or pay their way out of it, that was the preferred way. If it came to fighting his hands would shake and the thoughts of running would return and more often than not he would have to be the bait for some well set trap.
The group was silent for awhile after his comment he hoped they would not take it too much into their hearts. The awkwardness was at its peak and Mylos drew in a breath and opened his mouth about to speak once more and just as he did he heard the faint commanding voice of Marius.
“Cursed or not, dear Mylos, we will investigate the events that have taken place here. And when and only when we are satisfied that there is no longer any evil still lurking in this Rydor forsaken village, will we take our leave."
Rydor, its always bloody Rydor he thought to himself silently. The reply had not shocked Mylos, though it had annoyed him. He was hoping for a grab and run, not another extermination of evil. Sometimes he thought the group would be better off without the gloomy witch hunter with his pride and religious piousness, however those thoughts would quickly evaporate when danger loomed. Nevertheless they were here and a decision must be made and Mylos was not about to leave Marius behind.
“A noble and wise thought my friend. I am not one to argue with people bigger and stronger than myself and I doubt there is anything I could do to sway you. Therefore where you tread I readily follow.” Mylos smiled after he had said his piece, it was fake and the others would know this.
Mylos unloaded his crossbow, there appeared no danger. He had been told once that it weakens the string if a quarrel was left loaded for too long a time and he was loath to buy a new one, they were cheap but coins are coins. He put the quarrel back in the ammo pouch at his waist and slung the crossbow over his back. He looked around warily feeling a little more scared without a weapon in hand.
“I say we check that house first.” He said pointing at the largest building in sight.
“I intend to be out of here before nightfall and not to suffer a similar fate as whatever that thing was on the beam.”
His heart began to race, partly of excitement, even these petty commoners must of left some sort of treasure or goods behind, and partly of fear. Who knows what may be lurking in these houses, they may even be watching us now. Another shiver went up his spine and his hand returned to the three ringed necklace that hung about his neck. You're a bloody fool he told himself.
Posted on 2012-03-19 at 18:26:14.
Edited on 2012-03-19 at 18:28:17 by Brundel
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Topic: Mylos Goldspinner
Subject: Mylos Goldspinner
I wrote this as a background for my new character.
Any Criticism is welcome
Enjoy the Read.
Mylos Goldspinner was a gnome, and tall for his race standing at just under 4 foot tall. He had long curly orange locks down to his shoulders, a custom of the Brathunii gnomes to signify he was single. His face was comely but not handsome his eyes were mismatched, one blue and one green, some would say its luck and some would say its evil, yet Mylos did not think he possessed either of these traits. His nose was big and sloped to a hook shape and his mouth was tight, small red lips pursed together, the ears that sprouted from the side of his head were large and ended in a point near the top. He wore a range of multiple colours, one day he would be wearing a blue jerkin the following day he would don his red surcoat and if he felt he was in danger he would don his old brown studded leather showing signs of use, more than a few of the studs were missing and a tear was ripped across his side, but he refused to mend it.
He grew up in Brathunii Hollows amongst the beautiful groves and rivers. When he was young he would play in the rolling hills and plains with his friends, they would always play similar games and Mylos had always used to enjoy them. There was the baker and the scholar, The maid and the farmer, The trader and the mother. Each game consisted of a similar outcome, they would pretend to be any one of these characters, along with a lot more, and they would have to barter with one another. The Scholar could trade historical, political, and any other important documents. The Baker could trade his bread or a sweet cake or a hard biscuit. Each child could choose who they were and the person who came out with the best deal at the end would win and more often than not that would be Mylos.
Once Mylos had reached his coming of age he was often taken to markets by his father and soon he became renowned for his bartering skills. On an unremarkable, overcast day his father and he went to the main plaza and visited the stalls there were many, as always, and one particular stand drew his attention. It was a stand of musical instruments, some were almost as big as him, others minuscule in comparison. One particular stringed instrument caught his eye, it was regular sized and well strung he asked the merchant what the instrument was called, he replied a 'lute.' Mylos decided that he must have it, he traded an old creased scroll and some tanned leather. He promised to be disciplined and practiced daily, he loved playing it and after a year he had became a popular performer. He sang well and learned from other entertainers in the village, or passing bards.
His father was proud of him and his family became well respected in his home village. The years went by and Mylos was happy, his father was offered a place on a trading wagons on its way to Coria and to the city of Calestra, fabled for its trading quarters it was rumoured anything could be bought or sold there. His father took the offer kindly, but said he would have to refuse if Mylos could not come with him. Fortunately the trading caravan accepted and within a moons turn they were on the road to Calestra. They travelled through the small hamlets and thorps, Mylos played ballads and songs along the road throughout all of the Brathunii lands. He bartered with the locals, trading scrolls, gems and songs for food, information and a soft bed to sleep in. Mylos was starting to get recognised throughout the land now for his talent with a lute and with his lips, whether it was a hearty tune or a business deal, and Gallos the lead merchant, was beginning to notice his talent.
He would give him gifts such as exotic spices and the finest wines they would sit, talk and play music for hours together, discussing the fidelities of trading and culture alike. He learned a lot from the wizened old gnome, who frequently reminded him that he saw a lot of himself in Mylos. Gallos was different to other Brathunii although in the hollows he bartered, traded and gifted goods he also wore a coin pouch at his waist which jingled as he walked. After a few nights of regaling stories of their most successful interactions within the markets Gallos would talk of how trading goods was little in comparison to currency. Gallos eyes would sometimes bore into him as he spoke of currency and he would put coins on the table and look half-crazed upon them, glinting in the dim lantern light. Soon Mylos wished to have some coins of his own, the copper coins did little for him but silver and gold looked beautiful he would often find himself drawn to Gallos' coin pouch wishing he had one of his own.
Soon they ventured out past the Brundii river, the geographical territory marker of the hollows. As the wagons crossed the ford the gnomes traded shifty glances and nervous looks rather than clothes and accessories. Brathunii had been told to be afraid of water from a young age. They were not told the traditional bonfire stories of monsters and witches instead they would tell of monstrous waves tearing apart a whole fleet of ships and that the water could whisper to you, dragging you into her icy touch and unforgiving embrace. Therefore almost every Brathunii had an irrational fear of water. Mylos was no different.
They crossed the ford with no trouble, the horses at least were not fearful of the sloshing current. They travelled for three days and nights and reached a town named Kindwell, mostly made up of human folk. Mylos had never seen anyone taller than 5 foot and he was in awe of the humans. His father noticed the way he stared and gawked at them, and was quick to warn him.
“These humans do not know our customs. Tread and speak carefully around them my son, they can be ruthless and cruel. Your Great-Grandfather Bardan was the first of our line to know this. He was a cheeky young fellow, a lot like yourself, and he overstepped his place far too many times. You must not do the same.” Mylos just nodded, turning his head to look round to his new surroundings, there were tall buildings having windows at the top and bottom of the house. A monument stood in the middle of the town square, a warrior with a sword and shield standing afoot a terrifying monster. As they drove through the town gate, a market bustled and much shouting was happening at almost every stall. Something glinted in his eye, he blinked and turned around to see two men one had a golden necklace in his hand the other a handful of golden pieces as they exchanged amulet for coins he shivered with excitement. He decided he would acquire some coins of his own.
He asked leave of Gallos and his father to explore this new, exciting environment. He was permitted, and he headed straight for the market square he had nothing of real note upon him bar a plain silver necklace, he decided to sell it, it had no emotional value to him any longer and he needed to satisfy his craving for golden pieces. He wandered over to a metalworking stand, he stood there admiring a few select items, a gold necklace with a red heart pendant, a curious ring with a large gem attached to the top of it and a a plain golden earring. He waited until the merchant was finished with his customer and then strode over towards him. He had to walk around the counter for he could only just peer over it. He felt a fool, but did not let the merchant see a single flicker of emotion.
He smiled and said “Ho there friend, how fares your day?”
“It fares well, is there a piece that catches your eye?” Replied the small stocky man.
“I am afraid it is not your offers that draw my attention this fine day. But in fact one of my own” Mylos tapped his neck and showed the merchant his silver chain.
“And what should I exchange for that apprentices amulet?”
“I am not here for exchanges this day. I am here for coins.” Replied Mylos calmly.
“Coins? What's a gnome to do with coins? I ask.”
“I am looking for a souvenir of my travel from the hollows.” Lied Mylos smoothly. “Preferably a few and golden.”
“You'll be lucky to get a single golden piece from my pocket.”
“My good friend, I would not be so naïve, to presume that. However, I must remind you that you will be giving me my first gold pieces. I cannot accept just the one. I will have to ask for three gold and five silvers.”
“Three gold and five silvers! You must be far from home. The best I can give you is two gold.”
“Surely you can spare me a few silvers and coppers to remind me of my travels, even if only a few.”
“I will give you two of each piece, and that is final.”
“I accept, you are truly generous.” He smiled at the man and undid his chain from around his neck.
He took the coins, and now he needed a purse.
He travelled through the streets of the town, in wondrous amazement he hadn't seen anything of the sort before. He saw rich men dressed in fine clothes and riding in spectacular litters and as he glanced down dark side streets and alleys he saw child urchins, begging for money and food. The difference was shocking yet the rewards seemed wondrous.
They stayed in the Town for one night and left the following morning at dawn. The gnomes who had seemed so jolly and care free before had a more sullen and foreboding look on their faces. This was because the most perilous stage of their journey lay ahead, they must travel in the dark forests of Vanima Romen. There were a few new faces with them, humans mostly with a smattering of other races, elves, dwarves and a single halfling. Gallos said they were to be our guards to journey through the forest. Although Vanima Romen was a Sylvari forest and known to be peaceful Gallos did not wish to take any chances outside of the the Brathunii Hollows.
The Journey lasted a full moons turn and as the they progressed through Vanima Romen Mylos' craving for more gold pieces intensified. He was not allowed to strum the strings of his varnished lute they did not wish to invite unwelcome guests to the trade caravan. He found himself lost in boredom and silence, this meant he spent a lot of time by himself. His hand would glide down to his side and clutch the brown purse at his waist, he would pull a coin out and play with it in the palm of his hand, sometimes lost in its beauty for hours.
They reached Calestra unharmed, the first thing that struck Mylos was the huge white walls that outlined the cities perimeter. As they reached the main gate and walked beneath it a whole new world enveloped before him, he thought Kindwell was large but Calestra was ten times the size of the small town. There were people everywhere hurrying about the paved streets going about their day to day business. They delved further into the city and reached the market square a huge expanse opened before him, and he was astounded vastness of the stalls they appeared to go on forever, seemingly never ending.
Mylos never wanted to leave, so he stayed in the large trading city even after his father and Gallos' caravan left. His father had begged to leave with him but Mylos refused, he was in love and it was not with a women's beauty, it was with the sound of jingling coins in his purse.
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 16:33:33.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: ahhh
Okay thanks for the tip, I will see if I can implement that next time.
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 14:41:41.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Gee, Thanks
Thanks for the appreciation, I apologize for grammatical and paragraph errors.
May I ask how I can improve?
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 14:33:42.
Edited on 2012-03-16 at 14:34:08 by Brundel
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: First Post!
It truly was a marvellous day and Mylos was enjoying every second of it. Days like these reminded him of his homeland the Brathunii hollows, there was often a clear blue sky and scenic views such as these. He hadn't returned there in around twenty years, and he wouldn't be going home soon. He would be shunned there he knew, for the Brathunii gnomes were a people without adventure. Few left the hollows in their entire a life and many would frown upon him for the coin pouch around his waist. His father who he had loved so dearly would be well aged now and probably would not recognise him, sat on a trundling wagon making its way across the rolling hills. A lute sat across his lap and he began to play, it was sorrowful song not befitting their present moods. Their was a valley to their east, it had a wavy river passing through and the thought of it made him shiver. The very notion of boarding a boat or trying to swim, which he could not, terrified him. He changed his song now and started to play the sailors folly, it was a better song in truth and appeared to cheer him up, knowing that he would never suffer a similar fate.
It was quiet, as always, and Mylos was starting to feel the slow touch of boredom setting in. He needed conversation and tried a few times to spark one, but the others seemed content to enjoy the glorious day within themselves. A memory came back to him, it was near the beginning, when they had all first started out on their adventures. Suspicion was rife with each not completely trusting one another. Mylos had taken the brunt of their accusations, his infatuation with coins had brought them to conclude that one day he would steal everything from them and they would never hear of him again. However, Mylos was a curious kind of money hoarder and he would never steal a coin he would win them fairly, for that was the best part of the game to him. Sometimes he would barter, saving him money, other days he would play a song for coin and maybe if he was desperate he would play tricks, using sleight of hand to win any such bets. Now however, the group worked well, each had decided to trust the others almost completely, and this is what happens when each member has saved your life over a handful of times.
What now worried Mylos was, the closeness to the horror of Sendria and a fiery spirit in a castle. He did not like danger, although it would appear danger liked him. He was a poor fighter only picking up a weapon ten years prior, he wielded two Kukri's, one in each hand, this was ungainly and impractical, yet he found himself thinking he looked more like a warrior if he did so. He was a poor shot with his crossbow, rarely finding the target and his armour was weak, worn and weathered. He was a poor match to a fire spirit, yet he had survived thus far, he supposed one more battle couldn't hurt.
Mylos had thoroughly enjoyed the stay in Felarin, it gave him a chance to sell all his goods which he no longer needed, for the best prices around. He could also buy from one merchant and then sell the item to another for far more expense. This was the game he enjoyed, not the ghastly horrors of fighting, yet there was no more sure and succeeding way to get money than adventuring and his coin purse seemed almost fit to burst. It had its cons as well though, he was always uncomfortable and seemed to have aches and pains throughout his entire body, the life threatening perils he always seemed to be in did not help either.
Clouds appeared to form in the far distance and Mylos did not enjoy the prospect of rain, he hated water, and raining was no different, if the wagon began to fill he would often panic about drowning. Mylos' sullen expression slowly began to change to curiosity as they neared the clouds, it began to form the wispy tendrils of smoke reaching for the blue sky above. The wagon began to pick up pace and he was nearly thrown from the back of the wagon. He regained his balance and shouted to the front “A little warning next time wouldn't hurt would it?” he sighed and peered into the distance, it was a village. When there was war there was gold. Without knowing it his fingers began to stroke the three rings that hung around his neck. The pace quickened further and the small fiery village seemed to approach quickly. He pulled out his lute and began to play A Town Ablaze.
As the town was within earshot he quickly stopped playing and pulled out his crossbow, he grabbed a quarrel with a slightly trembling hand and placed it in the bow. He didn't know what good it would be, rarely did he hit his target, yet it made him feel safer somehow. They travelled down the empty winding streets and Mylos' eyes began to water and his vision was hazed. The thick smoke that enveloped the town made the fear within him rise and the hairs on his body began to raise, goosebumps appeared along his arms and a shiver shook him. They turned the corner and entered the town square, this is where the main blaze stood in all its fury, the flames licking up the sides of the wooden beam, the fire fascinated Mylos and saw himself being drawn in by them. As he stood staring, smoky tears rolling down his face a shift of wind parted the flames and a body smouldered within, the sight was shocking but exhilarating and a morbid fascination threatened to overcome him.
No-one spoke, all of them shocked to silence until Ark broke it “What in the nine hells...” he exclaimed.
It was Mylos who spoke next. “This place is cursed we should not linger more than we have too. However, I think we should check the houses a witness to these crimes may be there, and also certain... plunders, if Alanus is good.”
The group was used to Mylos' greed however he knew he was risking their trust once again. He could not say why he loved coins as much as he did but sometimes he found them a way to get around his fear, diverting his emotions to something less craven. As he awaited an answer once again his fingers found the cold metal rings situated about his thin neck.
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 14:26:22.
Edited on 2012-03-16 at 14:44:38 by Brundel
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: My first Post
My first post will be coming shortly, it is almost finished
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 14:06:50.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: I agree...
I don't see guns resulting in any problem, if anything I can see them as bringing another aspect to the role playing spectrum. However, having a machine gun or assault rifle is absurd.
An interesting thing to add to Marius may be that many foes we may encounter may not of seen or even heard of these weapons before. That may mean they are shocked and afraid of these new weapons or utterly fearless against them, as they have not seen a deadly shot from them.
I agree that that they should be extremely rare and stopping in a town and going to a trader and them having new bullets or firing mechanisms would not be common.
Posted on 2012-03-13 at 19:31:17.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral Recruitment
Subject: New to this...
Hey, I am very familiar with 3.5e D&D but fed up with hack 'n' slash adventures, and making characters for their stats rather than personalities. I have been looking around the web for a website such as this, and I have read a few games on here and been watching the site as a guest over the past week, and it looks perfect.
In Regards to this thread I would be very interested in joining. I play Warhammer regurlarly with my housemate, writing 'fluff' or a backstory about our armies so hopefully i can adapt those skills to D&D roleplaying.
I am not sure of a class or race yet, but will be deciding and hopefully making a start on my characters backstory this evening.
Hope to be playing soon.
Brundel
Posted on 2012-03-03 at 15:25:28.
Edited on 2012-03-03 at 15:26:07 by Brundel
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