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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: ok then
Here is the only Godmode you'll get from me: You might want to check around a bit first, before you start attacking these two.
I'm just giving you guys a fair deal here; making sure you'll be able to get out of this adventure to see the whole picture. 
Posted on 2009-06-22 at 19:42:07.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: stuff
Covering: there is a room with baskets, which doesn't provide a lot of cover, but you could try to sneak around the walls of that room to where the lizardmen are standing. At least from there you could look further into the cave. The two lizardmen aren't standing in the direct opening to the rest of the complex, but they are standing close to it, conversing casually.
NPCs: I was going to NPC Aldagen the ranger, since I think four characters should be able to stand the tests here. But he will only be an extra hand in combat. Don't ask him any questions, since I won't be able to answer. He's not a hints&cheats guide to this encounter. 
Posted on 2009-06-22 at 17:01:21.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: a cave?
The next morning they gathered the equipment they would need, including some lanterns, which the innkeeper happily provided. He also ensured them he would check on the rope regularly, to make sure nobody would take it away or drop it into the depth.
In the early stillness of the waking dunes they arrived at the well. It lay desolate and gloomy in the hollow between the hills of sand, like a mouth ready to feed them to the earth. They approached and descended without breaking the quiet. The innkeeper had gone with them and silently said his well-wishes before they retreated into the darkness. But this was not a silence of despair or grief. The lack of sound was proof that they had said what needed to be said and were now determined to deal with the consequences of their choices.
They would free this village from a heavy burden.
The tunnel at the bottom of the well was narrow; just not high enough for the average human to stand up straight and not wide enough for two people to comfortably pass each other. The light of their lanterns showed them moist walls, carved out once, but smoothed by the ages. Who knew how long ago this tunnel had been created?
Cautiously they moved forward, and soon began to realize that they were steadily descending. A good hour later they splashed their feet into the first puddle of brown mud, but as they continued the moisture on the ground began to grow. Puddles became a layer of water, reeking brackish and stale. The water rose in the tunnel, coming to their knees and finally their wastes. But they kept pressing forward, and found the tunnel ascending once more. Their senses told them they had to be far beneath the sea by now.
Another half hour later they could see light at the end of the tunnel. Using all the stealth they could muster they approached, and found that the tunnel ended in a rough cave. From behind a protruding edge they could peek into a small chamber, the size of a good living room.
Torches burned on the walls, but the chamber was empty except a few straw baskets against the far walls. There was another opening on the other side of the cave, and more lights could be seen there, as well as movement.
Two lizardmen stood there, conversing in their strange language. So far, they had not noticed the adventurers.
Posted on 2009-06-20 at 08:14:34.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: alright
Sorry for not updating last weekend. I was rather busy. But, an update is in, and it appears you can start preparing for a subterranean descent.
Good luck!
Posted on 2009-06-13 at 11:33:25.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: another evening spent
There wasn’t much information the villagers could give them that they hadn’t already gathered themselves. As it appeared, there were more than a few who had, mostly at adolescent age, snuck out at night to spy on the monsters gathering up their offerings. But as the years had progressed, and the people changed, the ritual and how the lizardmen retrieved the treasure upon the beach had remained the same. It was as if a small pocket of time had refused to grow and evolve with the rest of the world. But apart from some speculations that had already crossed the heroes’ minds, there were only wild stories to scare children from going out at night:
- The creatures watch the village at night. People who come out will be killed by them
- They don’t really like sheep-flesh and hope that one day there will be a child in the offerings
- The lizards were formerly fishermen who had caught too many of fish
- Nose-picking will lead to your parents disappearing and returning as lizardmen to haunt you
The evening spent with the villagers was refreshing though, and they were no longer looked upon as outsiders. Saving the two children had broken an invisible aura of apprehensiveness.
Later, when most villagers had left the inn to eat their supper, the adventurers retreated to their room, requesting a big table to better copy the contents of the journal they had found. But as they read and rewrote every word to the letter, they were unable to find any more clues in the wizard’s musings.
It appeared they had only one thing left to do: descend into the well.
Posted on 2009-06-13 at 11:31:21.
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Topic: Bloop! End pointless PM.
Subject: dude?
Eol? This time you better let go of that Kite, because it will take you away again... you know it!
Good to see you around again. 
Posted on 2009-06-08 at 16:11:52.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: well
I've messaged but not heard from any of the new players. I've had very brief contact with Kaelyn, and he said he was working on something for the game, but that was a few weeks ago as well. It looks like we're going to finish with the four of us, but that doesn't really matter. Unless you guys know somebody who would be willing to jump into a game just for the final battle (because you guys are THAT close).
Posted on 2009-06-04 at 15:34:23.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: cool
I just posted. I hope you see that before you finish yours!
Posted on 2009-05-29 at 21:31:52.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: happiness
When the boy was carried out of the well, saved from what should've been a lethal fall, his mother was in a state of disbelief. She clutched the child from the hands of the bard, and cried silently. At moments where she paused to take a breath she airlessly muttered words of gratitude and praise. The innkeeper, who had witnessed it all, beamed, and glanced at the small group of villagers that had gathered at the well.
"They saved Rose's children. I think we should give these folk our appologies. I for one regret not trusting their intentions." He turned to the adventurers, as he continued, "And they can stay for free in the Meaty Herring for as long as they desire."
More of the fishermen and their families arrived and they all agreed that they had not given these heroes the respect they deserved. Then the father of Melany and Farry came running and closed his wife and children in an embrace of relief.
"Melany! Farreus! Thank the heavens you two are safe!" He whispered, then turned his eyes to the adventurers and nodded his appreciation.
Slowly the townsfolk returned to their business, leaving the adventurers alone at the well. They had something to investigate, it seemed.
Posted on 2009-05-29 at 21:31:01.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: help
Help.
I need somebody...
Help!
Not just anybody...
In other words: posts please?
Posted on 2009-05-27 at 14:50:08.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: replies
Little Farry looked at Isilimiri’s descent as he replied to Tamuril: “I don’t remember what happened, but I thought: you’re here… I’m here… maybe you caught me.”
To the question of her heritage he just shrugged, not really remembering his reasoning.
“I don’t like your home because it’s cold and wet… and at the bottom of a well. Didn’t you want a normal house made of wood?”
Then Isilimiri arrived at the end of the rope and with some aid from above they finally managed to get the child out of the well.
Posted on 2009-05-22 at 09:13:22.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: noticed
"I haven't seen anything down here." The young child said, as he looked around the bottom of the well. "Where's my mom? Is she here too?"
Then Isilimiri descended the rope, after healing both the girl's wounds and her mother's fear.
"Hey, it's another you!" The child exclaimed in joy. Then he got distracted again and gazed up at Tamuril. "I want to go to my mom now. I don't really like your house."
Posted on 2009-05-21 at 09:06:24.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: healing
Tamuril's healing song sent a light shiver through the boy. His struggle for air became a relaxed breathing and he opened his eyes as if awaking from a calming nap. He looked at the bard with a mix of hesitation and mesmerization.
"Who are you?" He asked. "Did you catch me? Do you live down here?"
Posted on 2009-05-20 at 13:51:51.
Edited on 2009-05-20 at 13:52:10 by Almerin
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Topic: Laptop Toasted
Subject: wow
It's really good to see you again, Hammer! We thought you disappeared from the earth. Would've been a shame.
Welcome back!
Posted on 2009-05-19 at 15:10:09.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: rope?
“Oh, he’s not my son, good sir. He’s the Jasua and Annette’s. Jasua is out at sea, fishing. We sent some people in a boat to go get him. That’s Annette there.” He pointed at the woman who was now hugging the little girl who Aldagen had fished out of the well. The girl was safe, but the boy was still down there somewhere.
“I don’t know how deep this well is. It hasn’t been used forever. People hear strange noises coming from its depth on dark nights. We avoid this place whenever we can.”
With a lantern on the end of a rope lowered down, the adventurers soon found out that the well was a good 50 feet deep. Something the reverberation of the stone falling down could not tell them. But there, in the orange glow of the sheltered candle, the body of a boy lay sprawled and unmoving. Still, there was no puddle of blood indicating severe wounding. When Tamuril, lighter than Driscoll and happy to be of use, reached the bottom of the well, she found the boy was still alive and breathing; balancing on the edge of consciousness. There were heavy bruises all over his body, and it was with great difficulty that his lungs sucked in air. He was alive, but it was impossible to say what would happen is she would try to move him.
Then she noticed that the wall surrounding her was broken on one side. There seemed to be a tunnel leading away from the dry bottom. Tamuril could see quite well in the dark, but the tunnel lead further than her Sylvari vision or the lantern light could go.
Intriguing as this finding was, she was facing a more pressing problem. How would she get the boy out of the well with the bad state he was in?
Posted on 2009-05-13 at 19:25:48.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: more info
Driscoll picked up the jarred jellyfish to examine it more closely. At the bottom of the jar was a small label that read ‘Turritopsis nutricula’, a species name that didn’t ring any bell. Or did it?
Vaguely he remembered the time when a peculiar man had boarded one of the ships he had sailed, paying richly to take him along so he could study the ocean’s zoology. The man was a scholar of some sorts, and had told them many tales of the life beneath the waters. One story returned now to Driscoll’s conscious, the description of a jellyfish that was said to be immortal. According to the scholar, it was the closest thing on their earth that naturally resembled a God, needing no magical aid to prolong its life forever. Why that story came up Driscoll wasn’t sure, perhaps the scholar had named the species name, or perhaps it was the only thing he remembered from jellyfish other than the fact that you shouldn’t touch them.
(OOC: Btw, you can look this up. Apparently, these jellyfish have some kind of lifecycle that makes them return to childhood and back to adult over and over. But where this type of jellyfish is miniscule in our world, the one that Dricoll is holding is about the size of your head.)
The adventurers didn’t waste any time when the innkeeper asked for their aid in finding the two missing children.
Tamuril’s attempt to calm the woman seemed to work instantly. Her soothing voice relaxed the tension and she was able to reply clearly to the question where the children were last spotted.
“I was doing laundry. Melany and Farry were just playing outside the house, building castles of sand and sea shells. I called them to come eat some of the fresh bread-rolls I had put in the oven this morning, but they didn’t answer. That’s when I found out they were nowhere to be seen!”
Panic was slowly returning to the woman’s voice, and her eyes fluttered with tears and anxiety to start her search again.
“We’ve searched the shores and a part of the dunes. We didn’t go to the old well yet. Children are forbidden to go there. It’s a dangerous and haunted place, people say.”
Not more than 15 minutes later they arrived at the well, making more haste than ever in their lives. Driscoll had gone to put their findings in their rooms and collected the horses. He arrived not long after the others did.
For Aldagen it became apparent very soon that the children had indeed gone to the well. It was all over the area; tracks and prints and bent or broken grass; everything indicated two children had passed here. Then his eagle let out a harsh cry as it circled the dried out watersource.
Sobs reached their ears, and clinging with her fingertips to the edge of the stone rim of the well was Melany. The sound from her throat was raspy, long since dry of tears. Her arms were trembling and she would’ve cramped and fallen in soon if they hadn’t pulled her up.
“In terror she informed them that Farry and herself had peeked into the depth of the well, to see what was so haunting about it. Then Farry had leaned in too much and fallen down. She had tried to grab him, but lost her balance as well. But where she had the luck of securing her hold before falling down all the way, Farry had disappeared into the darkness below.
Posted on 2009-05-10 at 10:26:44.
Edited on 2009-05-10 at 10:36:54 by Almerin
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Topic: Tiamat's B-Day
Subject: cool
Sounds like you had a blast! And I missed out on a good birthday-wishing yesterday. So here it is, a bit late:
Happy Birthday!!
Posted on 2009-05-08 at 10:44:16.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: interrupted
“There was much the adventurers had found in the ruined tower of Iyaldar the mage, but many of the little hints and clues they would not piece together until later in the story.” The storyteller told the children in front of him. Most of them were gazing up at him, mesmerized by the wonders his words conjured in their minds: Broken wizard towers, adventurers and wicked monsters, missing magical swords… the elements of a legend. Some of the kids did not bask in imagination, but were tensely waiting for what was about to happen. Those were the kids who had heard the story before, and know its next step.
“As the adventurers were trying to figure out what to do next, their digging expedition was interrupted by voices coming from beyond the dunes. Listening closely, they could hear that the voices were filled with fear.”
“Melany!”
The trembling voice of a woman cut through the windy stillness of the dunes. Soon, she was joined by the broken pitch of a teen boy, calling out.
“Melany! Little Farry! Where are you!”
Then the head of the innkeeper popped over the hills of shovelled sand.
“We can’t find little… oh my god!” He halted as he saw the ruined tower laid bare. But soon he caught himself and continued, panting: “We’ve lost two of our children. Melany and little Farry, they’re missing. We’ve started a few search parties. Please help us find them! They've been missing since early this morning.”
Posted on 2009-05-07 at 11:43:11.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: yes
There are some clues there, in that update, but they're quite subtle.
Guys, we've lost another player. Gboy has messaged me that he can't involve himself with this game anymore. This is too bad.
Fortunately, Kaelyn has shown an interest and he'll be making a character soon.
Posted on 2009-05-07 at 11:23:19.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: the book
A further search of the room revealed nothing more than they had already found. Apparently, the wizard had thought the basement’s hidden position was enough security. Or perhaps this room had already been found once, and had been left with whatever still occupied it.
Driscoll had gotten over the loss of hope of finding the sword, and brought his attention to the book. Taking it gently off the shelve and placing it on the desk, he found that the paper and the bindings were seemingly aging under his grasp. It was as if time was catching up very slowly, but yet faster than it caught up with everything else.
He opened the book, to find that it was some kind of journal. Iyaldar had kept track of his musings and arcane research, and the booklet contained both verses of love for magic, old nursery rhymes and some technical calculations and scribblings of alchemical nature. None of these contained any clues to their quest. But further in the book, the old mage had maintained a weekly update on his whereabouts. Two parts were particularly interesting.
The moon is full again tonight. This time of the month I’m always visited with a strange itch in my heart. It cannot be guilt, for I know that I did what had to happen. How many more will come and try to help the village to defeat the manlizards? How many more will find how fate does not always chose the obvious side? I wish sometimes that Yondark, rest his soul, had never found his true love. Many people would’ve been spared their suffering. I should get ready for the ritual.
When will this mad quest for power end! How much more innocent blood will be spilled before they stop their murderous rivalry? And I damn myself for sitting in this tower overlooking it all; spectator and silent judge. Am I not as black hearted as they are, refusing to step up. It’s been so many decades, and still nothing has changed. It is the constant shadow of disaster that drives these people insane. But I will not let my soul bear any more stains. Tonight, it will end.
The pages were not dated, and on the page after that last passage, only a single line was written.
I will be a sage no longer, but I will grant peace at last.
Posted on 2009-05-04 at 13:00:49.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: who's active
The active players are all that are listed in the first post of this Q/A, except CAssandra, who has not replied to my question of activity yet.
Brianna, a religion check doesn't reveal anything. It might just be that sword, but apperently, you DO know me
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 05:41:40.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: new player
We have a new player in our midst. Mephistopholes will be introducing Aldagen the Sylvari ranger shortly. As I said in the recruitment, he'll be there as if he has always been a part of the group.
Welcome!
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 22:09:38.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: update is already in!
There was no fooling a Syl when it came to secret doors and hidden crevices. Maybe it was the way the wind bounced off the floor, maybe it were the wooden boards that creaked just a bit too hollow. Whatever the reason, Isilimiri felt there was a hidden room below the surface of the Wizard’s tower, and find it she would!
Luckily, she was not alone in her search, and soon the adventurers lifted a loose plank from between the rest of the sturdy boards. Under it was an iron ring, which they pulled. Up came a hatch, seamlessly crafted into the floor of the tower, and it opened up a dark hole underneath. With a rope they lowered one of them (you can figure out who when you guys post) down into the room below.
The room turned out to be some kind of hidden laboratory. Though much of the equipment had been turned to dust, there were some items of interest that remained wonderfully intact. A set of shelves had been built onto the wall, and everything on it was preserved: a jar with a strange jellyfish on alcohol, a wooden box with strange arcane symbols on it, an old book, and two bottles that were labelled ‘Potion of Life’. Under a desk, they found an old, rectangular chest. Opening it showed that it had once been a storage place for a sword, for it was clad with red silk in a hollow shaped like a bladed weapon. On the top of the chest was the symbol of a sun with long rays shining down.
Posted on 2009-05-01 at 22:45:42.
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Topic: This was hell
Subject: the grass is always....
Herman looked at the man trotting alongside him. Cathedral was making no sense to him. It was as if the man’s mind had lost its balance on the present, and was skipping back and forth between moments and memories or false delusions. He was talking about a dreamscape. Herman concluded that Cathedral was thinking that they were in some kind of land of nightmares; a place where bad dreams waited for a connection with the sleeping souls in the world. Were they caught in such a place? Had they crossed over? The more the locksmith thought about it, the more he started to believe it.
Wait a minute… why had he just been referred to as ‘the Locksmith’. Was this a memory returning, or was something else the matter. He felt … lonely, and disconnected from himself. Like somebody he could not see was controlling his mind and actions. He had to get a grip on himself.
“Ok, I can’t do this while we run.” He said as a response to Cathedral’s request to imagine a grassy plain, and stopped immediately.
“You might be on to something here, my friend. I hope you’re right, for all of our sakes.”
He followed the girl's example, shut his eyes and conjured the image of an enormous field of grass. As far as he could imagine, hills of green waving blades stretched out. Wind danced freely under the blue sky, as if the world was a ballroom of spring refreshment. It was a complete contrast of the desolation they found themselves in.
Herman could smell the herbal crisp rising to his nose. He heard the smooth static of wind around his ears. He could almost feel the cool breeze, but when he opened his eyes, all of that was gone. He was still standing in the blood drenched streets and was ready to continue his journey without the ballast of another illusion. Then he looked ahead.
In the distance lay a field of grass that had not been there before. He could see it stretch behind the hills of the city. Just like Dorothy he knew he only had to follow the road to get to his destination, but just when he wanted to take his first step he heard a voice. A voice that sounded as if it was created by four vocal cords, of which at least one had been replaced with a rasp.
“Just where do you think you’re going now?”
The sound came from the left, and when he looked, there was a fearsome creature standing there next to them.
It looked like a naked human man, but with hooves instead of feet, and skin red as blood. Its belly was huge, and it crawled as if whatever this monster had consumed was still alive and actively trying to find a way out. Smoke rose from its back, yellow as sulphur, forming two ever-shifting wings. Its head was pointy, almost triangular, with three long horns curling up from the top of its skull. Hollow sockets stared at them, and a twisted smile displayed teeth as rotten as its smell.
Posted on 2009-04-29 at 18:38:22.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Veronica
Subject: hoppy
Happy Birthday!!
Have a fun time and don't forget to tell us about all the presents you got!
Posted on 2009-04-28 at 16:31:02.
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