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Topic: Hello
Subject: Welcome to the inn!
I'll expect this to be moved to the coming's and going's thread, but allow me to be the first of many to welcome you to the inn, a place for many of us that serves as a home away (or within) from home, a creative bastion and a place to escape from the confines of our own (comparitively mundane) mortality.
Joining a game is very simple, You can put yourself out there in the recruitment thread, letting prospctive Dm's know what kind of games you're interested in, your style, posting allowances, and let them come to you, or you can be a bit more aggressive, poke your nose into the many recruitment threads for new games, or older games in search of new or replacement players.
Character sheets vary from game to game, Dm to Dm, and are most commonly affixed to the Q/a section attached with the main game thread.
I hope this answers the questions you've posed, and once more welcome! Feel free to pm me or any other of the wonderful staff here, or likely any resident Innmate if you need anything.
Posted on 2009-04-08 at 14:39:21.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Willy's reply
Willy ran a rugged palm over his bald head as Aelistae asked him about the depth of the mines and the monster's therein.
"As fer how deep dey go, the notes I was given stated they ran clear into the mountains, good mile or so deep on the top floor, and 'nother half as long on the second. As fer how deep, I'd say you'd be safely lookin at a good half mile o' rock above yer head if ye get down to dig site two.."
He turned and looked back towards the mine behind him before returning his eyes towards Aelistae.
"As fer how many critters, well if was yer average lost gob or kobold me 'n my boys could've handled it, but I'm guessin by the fact they said y'use all was comin it be more than that... All I can say is be careful down der, u can't ever be sure what's round the corner, and I don't know if after all these years the mine's even stable anymore."
Posted on 2009-04-07 at 10:29:00.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Ol Willy
Is the foreman of the mining operations sent to the outpost to begin the reclaimation of the mine once safe is all.
Posted on 2009-04-07 at 09:19:16.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: whoops..
WEll then.. MAgic item creation just became even More appealing!! adjusting your xp pool now 
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 23:26:57.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: we can work on the limitations of the pool
and epic casters when we come to that fork in the road shall we?
Wouldn't be hard to make a feat called Expand Spell Pool
Metamagic: Expand Spell Pool: Increase Spell pool XP total as though your Caster level were 2 levels higher.
Metamagic: Improved Spell pool
Prerequisites:Lvl 6 Expand Spell Pool:
"Increase your Spell Pool XP total by 500"
Metamagic: Ultimate Spell Pool:
Prerequisites: Lvl 12, Expand Spell Pool, Improved Spell Pool
"Spell pool total modifier is now lvl x200"
or something.
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 15:16:45.
Edited on 2009-04-06 at 16:18:03 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: IMPORTANT NOTE ON ITEM CREATION
Alright, I've implemented my own House rules on Item creation. It has been argued as long as I've played casters that spells and item creation that require XP costs are flawed, for the removal of xp in a manifested sense would be like saying you've suddenly forgotte nthe last week of your life because you made that +1 longsword. (While I've roleplayed such to some fun, I tend to agree with the statements)
As such. Those capable of spells with XP costs, or Magic Item creation, now on the first summary post have what is known as a Item creation xp pool. THis pool is devised by the players level x's 100.
We'll use Bronwyn as an example.
Bronwyn the 5th level mage has a XP pool specifically for spells and item creation of up to 500xp. (5x100)
What this means is Bronwyn's magic item creation will borrow the XP cost of making those items from this pool instead of removing it from her character sheet.
Experience Gained in the future however will replenish this pool before being added ot her character sheet. Thusly, magic item creation still slows the progression of the character, but at a more realistic rate.
Going forward with this example.
Bronwyn had stated she wished to make scrolls of fireball.
The formula for magic item creation is thus.
1day / 1000gp of the items Base price defined for scrolls as 25gold x caster level x spell level, thus putting her fireball scrolls base price @ 375 gold. [25x(3x5)]
Bronwyn pays 1/2 the base price in materials and casts her spells into the page. (Bronwyn has 2 fireballs prepared knowing she wants to try and make scrolls)
1/2 of 375=187.5gp / scroll
187.5gp x2 scrolls =375gp (deducted from your gold total bronwyn)
(MArket Price is typically Base Price in DMG or PHB thus each scroll would sell for roughly 375gp (higher or lower given situations and supply and demand)
The Creator (Bronwyn) of the scroll must also pay 1/25th of the Base price (375) in XP..
375/ 25 (or 1/25th) =15XP / scroll.
15XP x2 scrolls =30XP taken from Bronwyn's XP pool.
Bronwyn has used 30/500 xp points.
the next 30 xp Bronwn makes will replenish this pool first before more is added to her character..
TIME FOR CREATION
The formula for magic item creation states that it takes 1 day / 1000g of an items base price. I take 1 day of work as a dedicated 8 hours.
Thusly if the Fireball scroll in question's base price is 375gold, a little over a third of the 1000g limit, then in hours it will take Bronywn a little over 3 hours to produce one scroll. Thus she was able to make 2 in her work day (plus she has no more fireball spell slots)
Leaving the minimum 8 hours rest for spell replenishment and to avoid fatigue penalties, that gives bronwyn roughly 8 hours a day to do with as she pleases.
Should she wish to try her hand at more creation she is free to do so, so long as she does not
a) run out of money for supplies
b) run out of Xp in her xp pool
c) run out of time.. should she choose to push into her 'rest time, she will recieve penalties on both item creation and the standard penalties for fatigue)
I hope this encourages item creation feats in the future, and simplifies things.
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 14:39:46.
Edited on 2009-04-06 at 23:27:59 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: So many ways to spend seven days…
(Please keep in mind the timestamps I leave for each player, as we’ll be juggling a lot of actions over the week and different posts will take place at different times.)
Elendil Day 1 4pm
Into the rising sun Elendil rode, thundering hooves of her newly acquired silver dun mare blazing across the copper hued landscape surrounding Starspire Bastion. Her allegiance to the Elven kingdom bid her return to the council nestled deep in the boughs of the Wealdath Forest. Her journey would take her a few days each way, for the elves knew something of defending their homes with deception, subterfuge, and utilizing nature’s own might in their defenses; and to pick her way through the web of illusion and glamour would take time even for the elf, whose time with the council and natural affinity for the outdoors gave her an edge over the twisting paths through the dense foliage.
It had only really been just over a week since Elendil had left the forest, guiding a naïve human farm-girl with a penchant for the arcane south to bigger towns where she could try and realize bigger dreams. Now, she returned with an enchanted chest strapped to the back of her steed, laden with the tidings of her investigation, and a token possibly more valuable still. The Starspire opal, along with the sealed letter attached to it, were the first attempt of open communication and relations since before the civil war. When the drow,and other monster invasions, along with internal civil unrest rocked the nation the elves had seen fit to tighten their borders and keep to themselves, practical silent neighbors overlooking as Tethyr tore itself apart. This hadn’t bode well for diplomacy in the eyes of the former monarchy, and though the new regime had done much to rekindle the spirits of Tethyr, their reach did not extend so far into foreign affairs as Her Majesty may have hoped. Bartholomew’s gift and good-will would hopefully open old doors anew, but the memories of the elves were long… would it be enough?
As Elendil rode on, thoughts of the previous week drifted in and out of her mind. Of loss and gain, times of old and what the future may hold, dependant on the items she now carried. Her mission was of no less importance now, then was her assistance in the liberation of the stronghold from Bolikar or his drow cohort. Yet somehow, even with that burden upon her, here in the mossy halls of her wooded kingdom Elendil felt at ease. Surely the woods held plenty of dangers of her own, but to the ranger, it was as natural for the forest or the creatures within to act upon matters of instinct and survival, without the complications of motive or morality humanoids seemed to be governed by.
She would enjoy the return to her current abode, though she could not truly call it home…
(Will continue when I wake up unless you feel free to make a personal thoughts post.)
~*~*~*
Xaris Day 1 9am:
The rest of the troupe known commonly now as the Lights of Starspire had gathered to discuss the actions the next week would hold for each of them. It had been decided that most would descend into the mines to clear what they may meet, secure what they may for an excavation or survey team to be established, and then return in hopes of still being able to guard the coming caravan in a weeks time. Xaris had opted instead to remain behind, to affiliate himself more with the surroundings of the new frontier post, and to get acquainted with those few military men garrisoned here. Though he was not trained by any practical military method, none could deny his prowess in battle, and his presence alone would surely be an inspiration to those stationed here, many who to the gnome seemed to have seen fewer winters than he’d have liked. Winter was fast approaching, and with it danger’s and complications outweighing purely monsters or brigands, and he would need to take what opportunities that presented themselves to try and turn this motley militia into a well trained standing army.
Xaris excused himself as the meeting concluded, and took himself down to the bailey, where a half dozen Militiamen gathered, and were practicing routine sword techniques under the instruction of a man by the name of Thomas Jane. Acting as the current captain of the militia, Thomas was still young himself, perhaps twenty years of age, with thin stubble forming along his angular chin. As he slowly thrust and cut with his longsword, the six militiamen gathered repeated the actions with their shortswords in return, though even as he approached Xaris could not only see the lack of skill or conviction in the recruits, but the inexperience of their appointed trainer Thomas as well.
There was much to be discussed…
(Feel free to approach and interact, or give names to the 6 npcs, check out the Base of operations thread for info on them… the other six are patrolling the perimeter, you may call them back if you desire etc)
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Bronwyn day 1 (actions end at 3:30pm)
Bronwyn too, while showing some excitement at the notion of traveling more with this strange and invigorating group of individuals, thought it wise to secure a means of income, and resources. It was with Bart’s blessings that she set up her small lab in the basement, currently unused for anything but storage, or the odd bedding. So, behind the partial cover of crates and barrels, excess bolts of cloth and foodstuffs Bronwyn set to work, her desire to etch to parchment the power of her skill, the drive to carve out a life here within these stone walls, even if only temporary, set her to work, diligence and patience her only companions.. (Starting you at 8 hours a day work standard day leaves 8 hours afterwards for interaction and 8 hours rest and sleep currently)
Bronwyn found that her hand at scribing scrolls came naturally. Though it was draining to both her mentally and financially. Hopefully they would sell on the market. In a little over six hours she had managed to scribe both her daily slots of fireball into the parchment, the golden writing fading to black as the inscription was completed. (See Q/a for details) Would she try for some of her lower level spells? Perhaps try her hand at potions instead? Or perhaps it was time to take a break for the day and fuel her body and her mind.
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Day one Mine group, 12:30pm
For Talus, Linnix, Aelistae and Dylan, their course lay to the north. Bidding their lordship goodday, and checking over their gear one final time. Some of the group more excited than others to leave the confines of this up and coming fortification. The journey to the mines itself was fairly uneventful, and took only a few hours to reach, convenient for delivery to the outpost should it be reclaimed. As the quartet arrived at the destination, a pale, man with a bald pate and muscles toned from years of intense physical labor met them a few hundred yards from the entrance.
“Aye about time ye folks showed up, mine’s not gonna clear itself of that vermin and the stones not be helping anyone sittin down there by its lonesome. I’ve been told there’s ore down there and me an’ my boys will get to it if it is, but not with monsters and critters runnin amok. That’s where you shiny people come in. After fellin ogre’s and flyin witches, a few trog’s and gobs shouldn’t be a problem. Now git on goin and give em ‘ell for Ol Willy!” The man punched his solid fist into an open palm and let out a guffaw, before stepping out of their way waiting expectantly for the group to pass him by.
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 14:17:36.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Fingers to the keyboard
and as I told Brianna earlier... The update is underway..
Yes it is 2:35 in the morning, yes I am hyped up on a slew of meds for this damn viral infection, and yes I 'hope' it is worthy of the lack of posting I've done over the past weeks.
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 08:35:38.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Is back!!
After a rather abrupt loss of a roommate and the internet, I've got it reconnected and am back... Will plan to update by the following monday.. So roleplay, please list any downtime options (Brianna) and what not going on..
I'll be spending this week rereading all the past few posts and q/a banter, and trying to reconsitute this game into it's glory with a much needed post on my part.
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 22:24:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Updating spells is fine.
And Bronwyn, Please either let me know if you (Brianna) Want your character involved in the mines, or if you want her to work on item creation. I'll handle the in game approach to inviting you 'to the group.' I just need your intent for your character as the player.
Posted on 2009-03-10 at 16:08:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Depending on Timing
The Mine's are relatively close, less than a days travel away, as Bronwyn and elendil passed them on the way towards the keep on their travels through the woods.
It is theoretically more than possible to do what need be done in the mines before the caravan is scheduled to arrive, providing nothing tragic befalls you in the mines, or you get too involved with whatever may be within.
If Xaris wishes to stay behind, that's fine as well, I'll run some training rp or whatnot in the meantime.
As for Bronwyn's Potion and scroll making. Deuce's breakdown of how it's done is pretty much spot on t othe rules. So, if we say you've got a week to work on item creation, the standard increment for such things. You'll need to let me know exactly what you're wanting to make and I'll make daily rolls and when items are finished, I'll let you know what's made or wasted.
Typically for item creation, I like a Work in progress list from most important to be completed downwards. And I allow for items to be worked upon in shorter increments than the standard 8hours, provided the materials and facilities are available.
For Example. After the morning meeting, it is decided that the caravan will arrive at noon. There are a few hours before the party is expected to leave. If a smith wants to spend those two hours working on a dagger, or Bronwyn wants to make a a scroll, they can try to do so. I increase the DC of such items on a ratio based on the amount of time they are trying to save, if you're just working towards the standard production rate, that's fine too I'm just allowing for rush jobs because frankly more often then not situations come up when you just can't requisition an order of armaments or items and await a month for them to be completed.
This is also where hiring a staff or acquiring npc's who share similar item creation skills are beneficial as they can pool their trade skills to help finish items faster.
I'm going to write an update thusly including the following.
All but Xaris and Bronwyn are going ot head to the mines. Xaris will work on introductions and trying to train the paltry militia in some fashion, while Bronwyn works on the Item creation list I've asked for.
If changes need be made let me know.
Posted on 2009-03-10 at 02:18:25.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: It's nice to see talks resumed
Once I know even simply in the q/a a generalized
This is what we're agreeing on doing specifically. I'll go ahead.
There are valid points in both sticking together, and splitting up, leaving some closer to the keep, or leaving the keep 'defenseless' as it were. You do have a standing militia, but no leadership or military combat npc's of note currently.
Posted on 2009-03-09 at 10:50:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I am alive
Hail and well met strangers, for surely I have been gone far too long.
Yes as Deucalion put it "Life" happened again. Ailing family, missing Family,frequent trips, Near death experiences and general "Ruh-Roh Shaggy's" all around have kept me from my beloved home away from home. That should all be sorting itself out now.
I however do know that I disappeared without warning and apologize, and understand if interest has wavered or been lost.
So, on that note, I'm making a roll Call, to see if I should continue this.
please let me know if you're still around or interested. I know I am, and have had ample time to work up many more plot twists and character opportunities and tailored storylines, but I need the players to implement them!
Posted on 2009-02-27 at 14:44:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hmm
That would really depend on bronwyn.. But I was under the assumption she would be there with you all wheb I wrote the update.
As for the alchemists lab, I wonder if it was that suitcase pop-up alchemist kit I've seen..
As for the update I'm working on, still need some posts before finishing..
Posted on 2009-02-07 at 04:55:04.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Working
on update now.
Posted on 2009-02-03 at 22:38:55.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I had thought...
You wanted the horse to make the journey as you presumed the runner could not carry the heavy chest on his own.
If that's contrary to the case, and you were going to lend the runner the horse or some such, feel free to post as such, in which case you can still be there when the options are offered for things needing to be done.
Posted on 2009-01-29 at 04:15:35.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Much delayed and back in play
Bartholomew watched with swelling pride as member after member rose to take a cloak bearing his court’s herald. While Elendil had taken a rather abrupt leave of absence in the middle of the meeting, Bartholomew couldn’t really hold that against her. She wasn’t of their party, and as the fair skinned elf exited from view, Bart could only hope that her service to her own people would still entail breaching the gap of communication between the two lands and foster some sort of relationship.
Each of those Bartholomew had grown to think of as family rose to accept the cloak he had offered, with all but Linnix accepting it without little reservation. While Linnix proved her interest in joining the court, her own magical cloak held too much use for her to simply cast it aside. Bartholomew was no magician, in fact he held little knowledge of such things, but he did inform the lithe woman that he would look into the means to accommodate her wishes.
Talk spread from hopes for the future to more immediate gains, Xaris had posed the notion of summoning Firin, the Halfling merchant they had met on the road some time before, with a penchant of having the means for acquiring all manner of trinket or item for a price. Now, with purses lined thick with gold once more, the companions thought it wise to put some of their hard earned wealth to good use.
At his Council’s discretion, Bart removed from the inside pocket of his vest the simple looking card, handed to him by Firin. Turning it over in his hand, her read the single line written upon its surface.
“Dependable Service, Just out of sight, Tear twixt the card for your shopping delight”
Bart held the card before him and tore it in half, the two pieces of the card falling to the table in front of him with nary a sound, let alone any hinting of bound magic to the simple parchment.
A moment passed, and then another. Soon only the pacing of footsteps outside, and the plucking of Dylan’s violin were heard as those waited anxiously for something to happen. Elendil reappeared in the doorway a short time later, her eyes set with a determination, much akin to that look she had bore only a score of days earlier to aid the reclamation of this very land.
"My Lord," Elendil paused, how could she put this, coming at this time to ask to purchase a horse, but she could not rest until she had freed the mare, "there is a silver dun mare of Elven blood in the corral, I wish to purchase her."
There was an intense look on Elendil's face. It had become very important to her to rescue the mare, maybe because she was a link to home, just as Talon, whom she had raised from a hatchling, the mare was a reminder of home. Home----so far away.
Seeing as they were still waiting on Firin, Bartholomew turned his attention to Elendil, somewhat surprised by the nature of her return. “Lady Elendil, if it be a horse you seek to purchase, that certainly can be arranged, for I have seen the fine stock kept here, and know surely of the mare you speak. While Lady Bronwyn is entitled to a replacement for her own dear companion, if you wish to procure the mare, I will part with it knowing surely it goes into the finest of care.”
Rifling through some papers before him on the table, Bartholomew came across the material stockpile and cost documents for everything that ha been shipped to the former Outpost 13, on behalf of the monarchy. Running his finger down the checklist until he came across what he was looking for. Tapping his finger upon the page he looked up at Elendil. “One silver dun mare, one of her highnesses preferred stock it would seem,” Bart said with a smile. “Requisition cost, 300 gold crowns.” The mare has already been trained and bred to bare a rider, and is of pristine health and condition m’lady. If you seek to claim it, then pay merely that which it has cost the crown to give to us, and you may ride her out of here with my blessings.
Bart had barely lifted his papers once more when a crackle of energy turned into a puff of smoke and a flash of light, and there, with his feet dangling practically in Lord Bart’s lap, rump right on the table where the card pieces had fallen sat Firin, his beady little eyes shining curiously right in front of the old farmer.
The two guards in the room instantly tensed and moved for their weapons, but a raised hand from Bart quelled their advance.
Though still cloaked by an oversized hood and cowl, and still bandaged in a dressing of dirty gauze and cloth, that same chipper voice sounded in the heads of all those gathered.
“Greetings again from your merchant extraordinaire, how delightful it is to see you all again in such fine health and spirits.”
With that Firin pressed down upon the table with a small cane, and helped himself to a standing position. He turned and faced Bart and bowed almost too far, steadying himself before falling right over.
“I must commend you on your new station Lord Bartholomew of the Starspire Bastion. Already word has reached me of the Scarlet Lord, and his hopes to turn the frontier into a thriving refuge.”
Turning to face the others, and raising on bandaged hand in a wave he continued. “But you have certainly not summoned me for my idle banter and compliments, so certainly I can do wonders for a person’s confidence and ego with a plethora of morale boosting sermons. “The power of Self” By yours truly can be yours for a paltry 1 gold piece too if you’re interested, or need a pick me up.
But enough of that, What can I your humble merchant do for you?”
(Cover all wishes and wants in the q/a)
Firin and those gathered spoke at length as he produced item after item from seemingly endless pouches or pockets, satchels or chests pulled from thin air. Those items he did not immediately had, he gave word to look into, and only when he was convinced that he had satisfied every customer’s wishes to the fullest of his ability did he take his leave, giving Lord Bartholomew another card, for certainly they had spent enough to garner a free one once more, and with a bow and a telepathic smile left upon the thoughts of all gathered, he disappeared.
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The rest of the evening passed in pleasantries, but the night was called early, as the following day would hold many new challenges.
Morning came with the sun shining bright on the cool crisp morning air. Winter would be fast arriving soon, as the last days of summer passed into fall, and preparations would need to be taken to ensure the Starspire Bastion would last it’s first season of ice and snow. Aelistae had woken up early that day, the first rays of morning sun driving away her sleep. While the light no longer burned as it once did, it still pierced her eyes stronger than those born of the surface, and chased away the darkness of her closed eyelids easier than most. Taking the opportunity to walk the grounds of the keep, the woman found mostly only the laborers and craftsmen were up at the crack of dawn, with a few militiamen patrolling for good measure. The last of the caravan’s were being loaded up to make their way south, for the season and Aelistae nearly missed the wagon laden with statues, and spare rock, being loaded up by a strong armed human lad and his dwarven artisan master.
As Aelistae approached, the two turned, and as the lad froze in place a moment, the dwarf merely slapped him in the gut with a “Dun stop loadin, I‘d like at be home ‘fer the snows touch me backside” before stepping forward to address the priestess. “What kin we do fer ya Ashi elgi*” the dwarf said spitting a viscous glob of phlegm onto the ground.
(*Ashi elgi is Dwarven for Ash Elf a pretty common Dwarf reference to drow)
Aelistae’s pride flared at the comment, but coming from the dwarf, it didn’t seem to be nearly as offending as it might have been. Biting her tongue, she approached, and struck up conversation with the Dwarf, a stonemason by the name of Garl Bronzebeard. She poked at his ancestry and reflected common dwarven insult or aggression with references to the craftsmanship of his work, making mention of certain statues, or work she could make out in the back of the wagon. Truly the workmanship was remarkable, the detail of some of the pieces, from each individual scale upon a small dragon’s back, to the flush feathers of gilded bronze layered upon an alabaster gryphon showed years of practice and training. Before they had realized it, almost an hour had passed, and as more and more people filtered out into the bailey to begin their own days work, Aelistae posed the proposition to the dwarf.
She had wanted a life-sized statue of Eilistraee commissioned, hewn and crafted from the finest obsidian stone. At first the dwarf’s face contorted into a look of incredulity. “Bah, ye’ll never find that much stone fer less than a king’s ransom,” he exclaimed; but Aelistae merely shook a small coin purse in response. “The stones too hard fer what yer wantin, it flakes when it should splinter, and cracks when it should chip!” Garl proclaimed, an obvious look of dismay upon his face doted by a thick bronze flecked beard.
Aelistae shook the bag a little harder still, the jingle of coin ringing in their ears, and went in for the killing blow. “If you don’t think it can be done master dwarf, perhaps I will take my request to the elvish masons of Silverymoon. I am told their work is perfection personified, that the stone they cut sings its own praise for being shaped by the skilled hands of those so skilled.”
The Dwarf Snorted. “Bah! Those lily-livered elgi could never top the skill of a dwarf. I’ve lived and breathed the stone that I work from ore to finished product, and I’ll not be having no wisp of a tree hugger playin craftsman be upstaging a Bronzebeard!” The Dwarf swiped the coin purse from Aelistae, opened it up and without actually emptying the contents of the pouch tested it for weight and sound, before concluding somewhere between 900 and 1000 gold pieces.
“This will git you yer stone, but it’ll cost twice more this amount to see yer statue finished.”
Aelistae could only hide the grin of satisfaction for the dwarf’s sake of dignity. “Of course master Dwarf” she said sweetly.
“Send yer payments to the Bronzebeard Smithy in Darromar, first of each month, and dun be late or I’ll have yer good name smeared to the merchant guilds from here to dales and back!” With a huff he turned, and smacked his apprentice once more. “Hurry it up, we’ve got work to do.” With that he climbed in the front of the caravan and yelled back out. “Two months time!”
~*~*~*~
Later that morning, while everyone went about their business Bart called to order his newfound court, with an invite to Bronywn as well, as Elendil had departed back to the Wealdath, likely to report to her superiors.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has come to secure our holdings and strike out into this world. The priorities are securing resources for the winter months, and striking relations with the nearby settlements. Scouts have been sent out in all directions, and I pose to you a trio of options for Starspire Bastions first undertakings.
First, there are the mines to the north. Securing the minerals they produce will help supplement the resources and income of this outpost, as well as provide jobs and motivation to attract new residents. From what I’ve heard, the mines are still laden with the remnants of goblinoid activity, so they will need to be flushed out and secured before any mining operations can be done.
Secondly, there is a small settlement two days ride to the east, a nomadic people who live in the shadow of the mountain calling themselves the star keepers. From what our scout could determine, these people have intuitive knowledge of the lands and legends of the areas, and it could do us some good to broker a peaceable relationship with them as they are known to be skilled trackers, hunters, and furriers. The only problem is, they are kobolds, and assumable wary of any and all outsiders. Our scout barely managed to observe them for a day or two before he was accosted by a hail of javelins and barking he could not quite understand. His report indicates that the kobolds reside on some sort of ‘holy ground’ from which they receive visions and power, but that cannot be verified.
Thirdly, and perhaps the most interesting of the three scenarios is this. I have received word from her Highness that a Caravan is being sent from Castle Tethyr, and up the Sword coast to rendezvous here. From here we are to escort it far to the east, where a third party has requested a drop off point. It’s a standard guard mission by all accounts, but the objects in transport are evidently important enough that the Queen has requested I send at least one of the “Lights of Starspire” along with it to ensure it’s safe arrival.”
Bartholomew smiled and looked at those before him letting all he said set in. “Take some time to think about it, but all three need be addressed, and while doing so I will be looking more into the personal affairs of Starspire Bastion.
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 20:28:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: postage
Scrapped old post, next one will be shorter, and more, thrusting the game ahead to get things back on track.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 19:16:39.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Alright
Sorry, past couple days were just about enough to put me into the nut house... did I mention I spent the past two days going from hospital to hospital to try and keep/send a friend from/to a said nut house for some much needed help? Geeze, who needs soap operas...
Anyways... I swear by this tuesday to have everything caught up and moved on or I'll put the game on official hold, which I'd hate to do. So please bare with me just a little bit longer. Things are finally *knocking on wood while saying this* slowing down and getting back to a modicum of normalcy.
Posted on 2009-01-23 at 22:07:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Alrighty
Adding Sold objects listed/ as Stated and character sheets changed to reflect loss of ring/ change of armor from talus and Aelistae.
Shares of 2620 each, and 1310 for Elendil and Bronwyn have been added.
This is presuming all items were sold to the steady convoy of suppliers heading to and from the keep, which you will have all noticed a steady decline of over the month's period as the monarchy's start-up program nears an end.
Was it agreed to summon the halfling merchant for the purchases? Bart will use the card if that's the will of his council.
Posted on 2009-01-17 at 20:11:16.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: OK
Getting this machination running again. Uploaded all the photos, working on post and some more Q/a stuff, updated bunch of Q/a info stuff. Xaris won't update your submitted sheet till after in game sales/ purchases are made.
So much has happened in the last little while, that if I forget to answer anything please simply restate the inquiry.
As for Ginafae's one reguarding a statue, depending on size, material, and skill, You can have the memorial range anywhere from about 80gold and + (Material stone and skill really change the price)
Posted on 2009-01-17 at 20:01:56.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: This falls on me
I've just got alot going on in the real world that keeps me from spending more than 5-10 minutes on the computer. I've NO intention of letting this game end, just everytime these past week or so I try to dedicate some decent time, something seems to come up.
Ie, emergency babysitting, work, work, work, dinner party, work, bail a friend..., work, lol...
Posted on 2009-01-14 at 20:43:39.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hehe
Well, thankfully I just upgraded my own rap phone to the new Blackberry Storm, nice big screen and faster connetivity too, so I'm going to try and fiddle with it and do some more work out and on the go. Still aim for a post up today.
Posted on 2009-01-13 at 13:22:29.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Birthdays
Heya. Happy birthday to you both!
Anyways, I've got a post up in the works, should have it finished tomorrow get this going again.
Posted on 2009-01-13 at 05:36:22.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Updates
Will hopefully post update q/a BoO and other stuff tomorrow morning.
Posted on 2009-01-10 at 13:53:35.
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