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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Isilimiri
"I too have not problem you Brother joining us for the time he needs to write his stories." Though I do not think that should take him very long." Isilimiri responses to the proposal out to them
However there was another matter at hand when Tamuril mention staying for dinner to tell her story.
"I had thought we were only here for a break from the noonday sun and the monastery's kind invitation. Now all we really need is time for the good brother Perrin to prepare himself to leave."
What she did not mention was that they had not been invited for dinner nor did she want to mention it out loud least it precipitate an offer forced by politeness.
"Perhaps you could tell your story now while Brother Perrin gets his things ready."
Isilimiri look about perhaps they could come back this way. A repository of information such as this might hold information she sought.
"Good Abbot, one request I do ask of you for a future time. I would like to return here, the Gods willing, and search for information that you might have here on my ancestor."
Posted on 2009-01-05 at 18:04:54.
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Topic: Utan's out for a while -- a long while
Subject: Sorry to hear the bad news
You tell Utan to follow the doctors orders to the letter. Tell him he will be missed but will be waited for I am sure. If you would please keep in contact with us here at RDI so that we know how he is doing and we can send him little pep talks to keep his spirits up.
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 06:40:03.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Isilimiri's Story
To Brother Joseph, Isilmire nods in agreement. "If you would like to send him with us I have no problems with that. Another to fight against the evils of this world would be appreciated."
"However I would like to add my story as well. If the brother is coming with us he can get the particulars later. I will tell it simply for now. My story is not long. The when was long ago, both when it started and when it ended. My house is and old and and honored one. Men and women of great heart and deeds have carried the name Shadowhawk proudly. For generations the founder of our house was a man of pure heart who served his God faithfully for all his life. in dark times and good times. It was during one of those times of unrest and evil darkness that my ancestor was gifted the most precious possession of our house "The Sword of Light" was a gift from the Gods.
It was given to our house in our fight against the darkness and evil in honor to those who served faithfully. It was passed on to the most deserving family member of the next generation until it came to my Great Grandfather. He was the last to carry it. He and it disappeared. Searches were made, prayers were made, not even our entreaties to the gods for information gained us knowledge of him or where the blade is now. Everyone in my house, when we leave our homelands seeks for information and the sword. I serve my God faithfully, but I also seek the Sword of Light. I know that one day it will returned when the time is right. My God is not fickle or uncaring, but some things are kept from our knowledge for good reasons that I will not question."
"I am out here to serve my Deity, to do good, and I search and I listen for news of the sword."
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 06:34:08.
Edited on 2009-01-04 at 07:50:35 by Brianna
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Base of Operations
I too would like to help draw up the rooms
Posted on 2008-12-30 at 19:25:40.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Coat of Arms for Bart
A Coat of Arms is one of those things that is part and parcel of being made "noble" One of the things commonly domne as part of a a lord being given lands is that he is awarded his own distinctive coat of arms, now the the country's, not his sovereign lords but his own "Coat of Arms, that includes the shield and its device and outside adornment called supporters, such as the lion and the unicorn on England's coast of are, a base a helment and mantleing above and and other heraldic "stuff".
The actual shield portion has a device on it. The device can be animal, vegetable or mineral or "thing" real or iomaginary. The Royal herald would have made it up with new Lord Gart and the Patent would be recorded in a kingdom book of heraldry. That is all part of becoming a lord.
Posted on 2008-12-30 at 19:11:30.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: A thought--or two
Just thought I would mention the following in case I did not make in clear in Brownwyn's post. She does not consider the offer from Lord art to include more than a place to set up as a wizard. i.r. she does not think she was offered a place in the Order of the Sacred Rose. She had been excluded from anyting more than the dinners and certainly doesn not think of herself as one of the "heroes".
Hmm, on second thought, never mind. From her response he probably could not quite realize that considering how she worded her response.
Posted on 2008-12-30 at 18:57:24.
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Topic: Of Dragons and Men.
Subject: Trilliaon Starheart.
Trillion sat on a stone bench in sight of the massive ten-sided Brass building that was the center of the Holy City of Alimar. Swathed in a fine grey cloak with deep green lining and multi-toned green embroidery of vines and leaves trimming it at neckline, cowl, hem and down the left and right side.. Her hood was up shielding her face beneath the deep cowl. Surprised by an unexpected touch it roused her from her contemplation of her current surroundings. She had known someone was near but the touch was what brought her out of her thoughts.
Truly she had never seen so many buildings so close together and the people milling around the crowded streets. She had watched the flow as a pattern that she was trying to figure out.
"Child, welcome to the Holy City. I see that you enjoy taking in the sights. You should be careful though. If were not who I am, this might have been lost to you forever." He says, as he produces your necklace with its large moonstone. "But, as a man of good, I give this back to you with a kind word, and no damage to it. Is this your first time being to the city? Perhaps I can show you around?"
Trillion nodded politely as she spoke quietly, her voice mellow and calm, “A trustworthy man is a treasure beyond price she intoned,” though whether she had name here suck or was it just a statement of truth. Ir was hard to say. However being polite she thanks him. “My thanks for the return of this. It was a gift from my family.” One thing could be gained from that piece of information if her clothes had not. Obviously her family was not poor not considering the value of the fine gold chain and large pear shape rainbow moonstone. Rainbow moonstones were one of her favorite gems. She did reach out for her “necklace and put it away in her pouch on her belt.
“And I thank yo for the offer of showing me around this city it is larger than any city I have ever been to before. One hears stories but the reality exceeds imagination. “ Trillion mentions and then states, “you must let me buy a meal for us both when at a time agreed upon. Lead on the day is young and there is much to see.”
She dropped by her cowl in politeness and smile at the old man, a smile that transformed the remarkable beauty of her feature to something even greater. She radiated good on top of all that as well.
Trillion hefted up her knapsack but that is all she had with her. Beside the elegantly cut traveling clothes or quality materials of soft dove grey, embroidered heavily on the edges with leaves and vines in many tones of green. The only visible weapons was a dagger at her waist in a sheath. Though she did not look like a fighter as she was tall and willowy slender. Trillion moved more with a gliding step to some unheard music and a gentle sway of her hips.
The most striking thing was she seemed totally unconscious of her stunning beauty and its affects on others. Trillion's hair was like finely spun silver caught back in tiny braids to fall back behind her well past mid back almost to her waist. Her eyes were a golden hun with dark rings, very like those of a hawk or eagle and equally intense in their regard. Trillions' skin she creamy with a faint apricot blush to her high cheeks, slightly pointed ears and the high flyaway brows and delicateness of feature clearly indicated elven blood and equally clearly there something not elven but equally beautiful of form and feature.
“I am quite curious about that ten-sided brass building. Certainly it is a uniquely magnificent structure and,” she asks companionably.
Posted on 2008-12-30 at 07:26:59.
Edited on 2009-01-02 at 07:08:59 by Brianna
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bronwyn reminisings
After Bronwyn thanked Lord Bartholomew for his offer and her response that she would have to think on it before she decided anything. First she clearified. "Lord Bartholomew, I am no lady born and bred. I am the daughter and granddaughter and great drandd daughter of a farmer. Just Bronwyn is fine."
Then thanked him politely for the offer of a horse from his own stock. “I don’t ride much anymore,” she adds, “Buttercup was carrying my supplies since they were too heavy for me. If I stay I will not need a horse for very much but if I continue south I will appreciate you offer.
Elendil then responded to Lord Bartholomew's offer of joining her Order of the Sacred Rose. She thank him, but said she could not commit to it either as she still had unfinished business to take care of first and did not know when it would be finished.
To the heroes that yet remained at the keep Lord Bart offered them something special,. He invited them to continue on here as members of the Order of the Sacred Rose and had cloaks made with insignia on them and a fancy brooch. This Bronwyn thought was a very nice gesture on his part. She didn’t think that monetary reward they had gotten from the queen was all that munificent, especially considering what they had faced here to achieve it.
The black-skinned priestess rose first of those heroes and moved over to where Lord Bart stood holding out one of the cloaks so all could see. It was not so much a walk as a gliding dance to an unheard melody. Bronwyn was fascinated by the fluidity of her movements and more than a bit jealous of that. She being of sturdy country folk and short of stature as well. Bronwyn may be short and of good yeoman stock but she is unaware of a certain fineness of form and face so at odds with her heritage.
Lucindi Cooper had nothing on that Drow and she was known as one of the prettiest girls in the county and moved with a graceful swing of her hips that had the boys hanging around her. Lucindi was tall and willowy with dark eyes and rich brown hair with a swaying walk, and was everything Bronwyn was not—in her own mind. At the festivals and on holidays she always had partners for every dance while Bronwyn usually dance with the fathers and grandfathers,
Bronwyn’s attaention refocuses as the Drow priestess accepted Lord Bart’s offer.
Bronwyn sat quietly picking at her food. It was good, as good as she had had in a while. Trail rations were getting boring. And she appreciated being invited to the festivities. Occasionally Elendil had brought in a rabbit or two thanks to her bigt owl. Bronwyn thad quickly chopped up into a stewpot with some wild onions, and garlic that she had found in an old kitchen garden that was sadly overgrown.
Looking around the table at the others who had shared in Bart triumph she again felt the pang of loneliness. It was one of the things she missed about being at home. She missed her family most of all especially her grandparents who had raised her, her friends and blood relatives by the dozens, some close and some distant.
Bronwyn missed her family and the old wizardess Magda. She had been Magda’s right hand for years, taking care of most of the minor magics needed by the country folk. Magda had trained her well, not just in magic, but languages, history and other things Magda said were necessary. Bronwyn though she knew enough from the village school, but Magda said she was woefully ignorant. So Bronwyn studied whatever Magda said she needed to. Being a bright youngster Bronwyn absorbed everything like a sponge. Magda had known that eventually Bronwyn could raise herself to be a fine Wizardess and the old woman wanted her to be able to deal with all who might come to her, high or low.
Everytime Magda mention that Bronwyn would make a good replacement for her when she passed on Bronwyn had told her she would live forever and she was still doing fine, but the truth was she noticed Magda’s fragility that was gradually increasing.. It made her sad to think about losing her long time-teacher and friend, but she also looked forward to the day when she could make her own way in the world.
However, after Magda’s death the customer’s became fewer and fewer and she didn’t know why but she realized that she could not make a living in her county .
Bronwyn had told her she would live forever and she was still doing find, but to herself she notice the fragility of the woman that was gradually increasing.. It made her sad to think about losing her long time-teacher and friend, but she also looked forward to the day when she could make her own way in the world.
At least Lord Bart was a good man. noble or not. Her own dealing with some nobles had soured her as well as her grandfather’s general feeling about them. However her direct knowledge of some other nobles set her against them.
Bronwyn had grown up on her Grandfather’s farm. He was of good yeoman stock, freemen for generations who had owned and farmed their own lands. even before the lord of the area had ever been given this area to rule by the crown.
Bronwyn had grown up knowing his feelings about noble, but had never experience any problems herself until the old lord who had given Magda a cottage to live out her life in for her service to him had died and the son had inherited. Bronwyn knew the new lord by sight. He attended various events and festivals especially what the old lord was getting on in years. It was shortly after he was raised to lord that things went wrong for Magda and herself, and she could never figure out how or more importantly why it happened.
Bronwyn remembered the day he arrived at Magda’s cottage. She had been in the small kitchen kneading bread, sleeves rolled arms bare and dusted in flour. He seemed cordial and very polite at first and walked into the small cottage. He was certainly good looking and she felt slightly embarrassed by her current state. Inviting him into the main room she hurried off to get Magda prepare tea. She took the kettle off the hearth hook and poured it into a tea pot and put in enough of Magda’s best tea.
Magda was there when she returned from the what served as the kitchen and set out the tea with some honey and thick cream, she moved to serve the lord but Magda told her to go clean up and return to her in ten minutes. Obediently she went off to clean up and change as Magda had asked. Bronwyn washed her hands and face and brushed her hair twisting it up in a knot and pinning it in place. before slipping on a fresh shift and her best dress suitable for a young woman of some means. With a quick pinch to her cheeks she returned to the main room close to the mentioned time.
Bronwyn pick up the tea pot and asked politely if the lord would like so more tea and at his nod she poured it for him she gave him a nice smile but was surprised to see his smile fade and be replaced with a frown. He looked to Magda and stood. “I really must go.” he started and paused then added as an after thought, “ I realized I have spent to much time and will be late for an appointment I will think on what you said. ” He gave a quick nod and strode out the door. Bronwyn just stood there perplexed and turned to Magda. “I didn’t do anything wrong did I?” she asked uncertainly.
“No child, you did nothing wrong at all,” Magda said with a reassuring look to Bronwyn.
It was shortly after that that the letter had been delivered by the lord’s man that Magda could not longer use the cottage. Bronwyn had written to the young lord—well not so young he s old enough to be her father after all. but he never answered. She tried to go see him but was denied even that. That is what soured her forever on nobles.
After Magda’s death her customer’s became fewer and fewer and she didn’t know why but she realized that she could not make a living in her home land. That is what has sent her out into a search for a new place where she could practice her magic and what had lead her this far. She had sworn never to work for a noble, they were fickle and inconstant and their promises were not kept..
Bronwyn did not think Lord Bart would ever act like that to those who served him or that he would rule over, a point in his favor. She thought her grandfather would like the man a lot, even if he was not a lord.
Leaning across the Elendil she says pick out a good one and you can certainly borrow it to use. “I like mares. They are sweeter than stallions, but a gelding is just fine too. No mood swings with them because of the time of month or a mare ready for breeding,” she says with the simple forthrightness of a country raised girl.
Her journey had brought her this far but whether she would she stop or go on. She did not know. IS was not the wuestion that ws simple. it was now a shoice between want, if and will be was a distant consideration.
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 06:33:34.
Edited on 2008-12-29 at 07:01:39 by Brianna
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Topic: Wilting Rose Q/A
Subject: Hands Raised
Us too!
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 07:25:17.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bronwyn's Days
A good night’s sleep after the emotion fraught day helped restored Bronwyn’s equanimity. She had curled up near Fate so that when he woke and needed something she would be right there. She was so exhausted that she dreamed little only once starting awake, but the night was quiet, Elendil slept not too far off, and Fate was sleeping quietly. She sighed softly, everything was okay and so sleep claimed her quickly once again.
Upon waking, Bronwyn found Fate just gone and all his things with him. Elendil was not there either, but her sleeping roll was still there and her pack. Bronwyn rose to go find Fate, but all she found was Elendil who said she was busy gathering information for a report she had to make, of Fate there was not sign. He had vanished in the night.
Bronwyn went looking around when she found what must have served as the kitchen. She was appalled by its condition. No one could or would eat anything made in this room, filled with fifth and with debris littered everywhere. Revolted as she was she was able to do something about it. She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt tied back her hair and set to work.
Bronwyn found a sad excuse for a broom with a broken handle, with a mending spell and a bit of wood she was able to repair it. First she cleaned out the fireplace/hearth and set a good fire. Then went out to get water and set it over the fire, in ever container she could find that was whole. That served two purposes to get hot water and to boil out the insides of those pots. The first hot water went to the floor and she used the broom to sweep up the majority of the mess pushing it out well away from the door leading out Then she started scrubbing all the surfaces, with clean hot water adding carved off bits of soap from the bar she carried with her. Some of the big iron pots she turned upside down on the fire and burned them clean
The work kept her occupied at least while everyone else seemed busy somewhere else. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness," her Grandmother had always told her. And it was hours later that Bronwyn straightened up and surveyed her handy work. All the tables were scraped down to clean wood or whatever it was scrubbed thrice with hot water and soap. And rinse off with more hot water. It would take some more work on ceilings and walls but that would be for whoever took this place over. At least now a meal could be prepared decently in it. She refilled several large containers with fresh water and set three on the hearth to keep warm, one she covered with a pan to keep it clean for drinking. Returning to her pack and bedroll she started to take out a fresh shirt and clothes to change into after she took a bath in a bucket when she saw a dmsll dstchrl. It was not hers but it lay right where she could not miss it. Opening it up she looked inside and finds a letter, a ring and a smaller bag that jingled a bit. The ring had a black claw on it. Bronwyn looked inside the bag and saw some coins but she did not bother to count them. She was of two minds about opening the letter but she might never know who this might belong to if she didn't. Opening it so that she could just read the greeting she was surprised to find that it was addressed to her. She sat down on her bedroll and read it though. "If it were not for you I surely would have died, and though it was the efforts of the strangers who won the day, my mission is a success none-theless. Consider this payment for your kindness. Fate" She reread it again and then slipped the ring into her pouch and folded the letter neatly and put it away in her own pack
The next few days pass with increasing activity, not for her but the new arrivals, and and increasing stream of traffic in and out of the keep. The farmer was being called Lord apparently from what she learned by asking around was that he was given the Lordship of this keep for freeing it from the goblins. “Well good for him.” Bronwyn thought to herself. With Elendil busy and Fate gone she only had a few of the soldiers to talk to and then there were the wagoneers, and others that arrived and departed.
One of those first afternoon Elendil returned early from her information gathering and told Bronwyn that she had buried Buttercup not too far off and asked if she want to go plant a tree over her grave. Bronwyn nodded quietly and followed quietly. She hoped to maintain her dignity this time, but the tears flowed again as she planted the small tree over Buttercup’s grave. She rose and tuned away and quickly wiped away her tears hopefully unseen by her more stoic companion, but just in case she said, “Darn, I have some dirt in my eye.” She missed seeing the tears rolling down Elendil's cheeks
During the subsequent days after the Queen's arrival and departure. Lord Bartholomew was invested as lord of this keep and his party lauded as heroes. She certainly felt it was deserved for what they had done. She sighed a bit disheartened because she had helped some outside and inside the keep. Without any sense of belonging Bronwyn had grown anxious to get back on her way. She talked to various drivers to see if she could get a ride going south. Elendil was still busy everyday, she rolled in late each night and got up early in the morning to continue her investigations. However most of the drivers worked for others who frowned on taking up passengers, Once she did get an invitation to travel with one fellow that she quickly refused. He wanted payment, but it was not her coin he wanted.
With Elendil so busy and the "heroes" pretty much keeping to themselves Bronwyn redoubled her efforts to find a way south. About the third day Elendil came up to her while she tried once again to arrange passage to the south and said, “It is dangerous for you to go to the city alone, you have no idea how bad a city can be. Thieves would rob you blind within 100 feet of the gate. Please wait long enough for me to finish my report and hand it to the runner how will be returning. Then I will see you to a safe place.”
Bronwyn nodded reluctantly she had gotten several more of those offers from a few wagoneers and it made her wonder if one decided to take her money and did not deliver her safely to where she wanted to go.
Bronwyn looks to Elendil and nods in agreement, “I will wait until you are ready to go south.”
To pass the intervening days Bronwyn took to making some scrolls, not that she had all of the components she really needed, but she had some. Once she got herself established she knew scrolls and potions could be money makers for her. Allowing her to gain experience and make more and better. If she got a place where she could practice her craft and make a name for herself. If. If. If. “Ifs and wants were jumbled paths, Is was the straight path.” That too was one of her Grandmother’s many homilies.
When Lord Bartholomew gathers them together for another celebratory dinner, Bronwyn politely attends with Elendil. He was a good and caring man and despite the fact that those that had taken part in freeing this keep had pretty much kept to themselves. Bronwyn always had a smile on, or a wave when she saw one of them, but apparently they did not see her or did not want to see her. The one young man never did come to help when she had asked that first day after the battle.
When Lord Bartholomew made his proposal to the whole group she listened to it, but could not make a decision on the spot. This had been very unexpected.
"I will think on your proposal, Lord Bartholomew. It is true I was looking for a position somewhere, but I am not sure this is the place for me." She looks around at the other gathered around the table. "I had hoped for a place closer to other mages as I still have much to learn and a place with a ready market for scrolls and potions. I am good with making potions But I will think on it. and thank you for the offer of a horse."
The plus was that Lord Bartholomew was not really a lord born. to her that was important she didn't like if fact some she simple despised. Her grandfather, who was a farmer too, dealt with them but did not like noble either. He would have liked Lord Bartholomew. However without already market for her magic creations such as she can make now she would not be able to support herself. That is what she wanted more than anything a place where she can become independent and make a living with her magic. Magda had taught her well but her health had been failing in her last years her death Bronwyn firmly laid at a noble's feet.
The old lord that had employed Magda had given her a cottage for the remainder of her life when she retired, however her son who inherited when his father died had come out to the cottage to visit Magda whose health was failing and shortly after that a letter arrived that told Magda she would have to leave the cottage. Bronwyn who had been her student and companion and took care of the had been furious and had gone to see the young lord but he would not even meet with her. He sent his bailiff to made sure they were out in a week. Bronwyn had taken Magda to her Grandfather's place. Giving Magda her own room. After Magda passed away quietly in her sleep, Bronwyn he tried to get work as a mage in the area. But few came to her for potions or scrolls and other such things that she was capable of making. She later found out that someone has been telling tales of her being more companion than an apprentice and a silly farm chit that thought she was a mage. She could not make a living in her home area and so set out to find a place where she could. That key decision had brought her here to this time and place.
Yes, she would think about it but it did not seem to have a lot going for it. She looked around the table again. Bronwyn on ly wished some of the others were as kind and outgoing as Lord Bartholomew was.
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 02:19:46.
Edited on 2008-12-28 at 23:34:42 by Brianna
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: Me
RANMA
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 21:57:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Outstretched hand
“I am drow,” the dark skinned woman shouted back towards the young, panicked Bronwyn, “but I mean you no harm. I follow the Moon and the Light and if that means nothing to you, let me tend to your companion and prove that I mean no ill will.”
The woman’s and Elendil's words peculated slowly in Bronwyn's mind, heard but understanding came slower as her panicked brain refused to process the information.
"Whaaaat," Bronwyn's asked her voice shiking. Bronwyn was still bent over Fate and her voice was muffled against Fate's chest, eyes still downcast.
Elendil then explains. "She is a follower of Elistrae," she adds, "a Good Goddess." Bronwyn sneaks a quick look up and around her. Elendil looks around, sword drawn but point down. Elendil put it away even as Bronwyn watched with more attention and a little less terror. She has trusted Elendil so far and took some comfort in Elendil’s actions.
The black-skinned woman advanced with a wand held high, Bronwyn had to ask. “Are you sure?” she just had to ask the elven ranger her voice muffle against Fate’s chest .
Bronwyn still was on her knees but not straighten up a bit as the woman approached. and watcher her closely.
Manners were important after such a shaky start. “Please, do what you can. He is sorely injured. My name is Bronwyn, Bronwyn Lynnebrook of Lynnebrook Farm. He is called Fate, no more do I know.”
Bronwyn rocked back on her heels to give Aelistae room to look him over though she still hunkered down alongside Fate. “I used all my charges on my belt of healing.” She was a bit surprised that she was able to get that all out without her voice shaking too badly. The panic she had felt was passing and her heartbeat was slowing form the earlier terror.
This close to the black-skinned woman Bronwyn could see that her features were very much like Elendil’s were. Except for color and Elendil was a bit taller she thought. However the woman was taller than she was. Everyone was taller than she was except halflings and gnome- not that she had ever met a gnome.
It had been a unusual day, in fact the most unusual day in her whole life.
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 01:43:59.
Edited on 2009-01-29 at 17:43:46 by Brianna
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bronwyn
Bronwyn
After the fight (back post)
Bronwyn was leaned over Fate as she used the last charge of her belt. to aid in healing him. Then she set to work stripping lengths of he shift for bandages. having nothing else to hand. She heard Elendil as she moved up and asked her how he was.
"Alive, I used all my charges on my belt. Do you have any left on yours?
Elendil shook her head but realizing Bronwyn was not looking at her and adds, "None."
Bronwyn looked up after tying off a rather neatly tied bandage and... her eyes widen in shocked surprise. her face blanches and drops the bandage she had just picked up the bandage she had just picked up.
"Elendil! Drow! Behind you!" she cries out and then throws herself over Fate's body, as she fumbles for one of her wand of magic missile. the former actions make the second one nearly impossible as she is pressing against the wands carried in a sheath at her waist.
"Ohhh" she cries out panicing.
"Help!"
Posted on 2008-12-26 at 21:40:48.
Edited on 2008-12-26 at 21:44:27 by Brianna
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Topic: Of Dragons and Men Questions and Answers
Subject: + Magic/ -Cleruc
Well I submitted a planetouch elf sorceress but ti seems as if we have plenty of magic but no cleric. While I love my sorceress I could make a cleric to give balance to the party.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 23:00:51.
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Topic: Land of Xenophobia
Subject: Amberlyn
Amberlyn praise the Light for her new found skill with her bow awllowing her to get of arrows faster. Her faith in the lIght is reinforce by his obvious response to her needs, tinues
Amberlyn continues to use bow moving forward one step to try to take down the ants facing the other directions.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 17:11:13.
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Topic: Merry Christmas, Innmates!
Subject: Ditto
Our joyous good wishes to all for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and for whatever you celebrate furning this time, enjoy friends and family near and far and over the internet as well.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 16:46:13.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: OOPS
Your are right Almerin, she is a cleric., I posted late last night and has just gotten through with a 15th level character that was a sorceress It was a brain lapse. Correcting post now.
Posted on 2008-12-23 at 16:00:06.
Edited on 2008-12-23 at 16:01:00 by Brianna
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: HEllo
I was Janetha, Dragon mistress was woman of the dhindari plains. I just forgot what they were called.
Posted on 2008-12-23 at 15:57:20.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Isilimiri
The sun was just approaching its height as their party, moved over another ridge of sand and saw the buildings to the west. Isilimiri turned her head to scan the distant structures. Her golden dappled palomino eleven mare danced lightly enough over the sands as she unarmored and Isilimiri herself wore mithril, which she herself ws thankful for at the current time, Thumpa’s black stallion bore the tough going and hefty weight of the stout half-orc woman and the hot sands as well as it could be expected. He was a huge beast. A break from the heat of the day would be appreciated. Tarmuril’s stallion moved well enough over the sands and the two humans’ mounts were not too bad off.
Isilimiri looked around at the current traveling companions. They had been traveling together for at bit though there had been changes overtime. Companions lost in battles, to dangerous missions, others to a change of directions, or a desire to do something else. Isilimiri's life path was set, she serve her Deity. WHent where she was needed or where she was guided, or sometimes just where the road lead. not that a road lead them to this place across the sandy dunes. Kay was their only male currently.
Sometimes Isilimiri wondered how he felt in the midst of mostly women adventurers. Fighter pure and simple, well not so simple he was quite skilled. Ocyari’ skills were many, quick with her hands, her knives, and capable in many other areas, Tamuril was a fighter and bard her skills made the long nights camping in the wilds and days on the road much easier with her storytelling and songs.
Pulling up the hood of her light white cloak over her silver hair Isilimir1 hoped to shield herself against the scorching rays of the midday sun. She turned to the others who had also spotted the distant buildings.
“I wouldn’t mind heading that direction to see if we can rest during the hottest part of the day.” Isilimiri suggested not so much for herself she would appreciation a chance to dismount her horse.
It took a little longer to get to those distant buildings. The shimmering sands distorted the distance but the small party of companions finally reach there. Isilimiri dismounted using the shade of her mount against the merciless sun.
It was midday when they found an old monastery, where monks were tending to a very well-kept garden bearing hedges, chickens, dune flora and a stone sculpture of an opened book. Two of them looked up when the group passed, and one of them called out:
“Well met, travellers of the sandy paths. My name is brother Josop. The sun is hot today, and you look like you could use a drink. Care to trade some refreshments for a good story?”
Isilimiri stepped forward from the shadow of her mount.
“We will be honored to accept you kind invitation, the chance to rest out mounts and ourselves is much appreciated,” accepts Isilimiri. She lifts her backpack off her mount and proceeded forward to follow the good monk. Leading her mare behind her.
"Please call me Miri it, is easier to say." she adds after Kay mispronounce her name yet again. "You too, Kay, just Miri is fine."
Isilimiri did have one thing she hoped to find here at this monastery, if they had a cleric here. She wanted to trade a one of her spells for Create food and water. In the forest of her own home and in most areas she had traveled through she never needed such a spell. However, these plains and sandy dunes had made the lack of that spell much more pressing. She will have to wait though, with patience before she asked that favor now was the time for courteousness.
Posted on 2008-12-23 at 07:33:22.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: names similarieties
?? Where did you get the name Chindari plains. For since years 1988, we have had a homegrown world that includes the Chindari Plains and an the nomadic tribes of the horse fold, the Chindari, very interesting.
Also can you link q/A to game thread, and vice versa.
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 04:41:33.
Edited on 2008-12-21 at 04:42:20 by Brianna
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: ???
Where are we as characters, part of the adventuring group what? is si who do we know or is that up to us?
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 04:36:44.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Brianna
"Hey Vatta, want to share a room? As soon as I finished dinner and get a bath I am off to bed I will be up early and am going over to have all the horses' shoes check before we leave here. Might have extra nails put in looking at thos mountains it might prevent a shoe from being torn off miles from any blacksmith." Brianna comments.
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 06:07:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Bronwyn
Well just a comment on your comments Ginafae. Bronwyn being who and what she is would never have asked on her own. She really knows nothing about sharing loot. She really never wanted to get into this fight directly but used what she had while keeping herself as safe as possible under the circomstances. In a moment of anger she agreed to move forward with Elendil who wanted to help out only after Buttercup was slain. ANyway enough of that for now you as a character would not know this anyway.
What I need to know is where certain people were at the moment Elendil came over to Bronwyn while she was healing Fate.
Aelistae mentioned che came over to where Elendil stood with her wand in hand. I know Aelistae shanged some of her post so I don't know if that still occured. I really can't post her reaction until I can find that out.
Bronwyn might be shocked to see a Drow with a wand in her hand standing behind Elendil. She is easy started by strange things and this ia all very strange to a girl raised on a farm until magic awoke and then living with and old wizardess as her sole companion. trading housework and care for her training. Poor girl this is all so strange. U have yet to figure out her reactions when she sees the Drow in the flesh, so to speak.
Anyway someone please tell me so I can bring Bronwyn along the time line.
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 21:50:18.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Back to the game
Again DM and I knew just after Kaelyn's latest post that we were not going to get any reward form the loot from the keep, but to act on that "out of game" knowledge would be METAGAMING.
Elendil's comments were made to Bartholomew. in character. in the game. Bartholomew can explain things to Elendil. All the other responses need to be in character and belong in the game and not in Q/A.
Please, this is a game a very very good game, just let the game continue and try not to take sides, blow things out of proportions which is being done and get things all divided. over one comment not even made in other PC's hearing. Just play the game, please without attacks on characters out of game.
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 01:01:36.
Edited on 2008-12-18 at 01:16:20 by Brianna
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Play in character
Hello, I want speak up about this, DM is playing her character not herself. Kaylen had told us by MSN about the division of loot from the keep and she would have, as a person, let it go but her character reacted as she conceived her. You may not like it but it is her character. DM even knew ahead of time when she went to the drow that it might cause upset the other "characters" but went ahead and did what she felt her character would do. That Characters got upset is fine but don't bring "personal comments into it. Play in character.
Don't spoil the "game" play. There are several strong personalities in the game and that is the way it is.
So react in game play that is what she did. Elendil asked for a share it did not mean an equal share. just a share and only of those two things, let this all be kept to be worked out in the game please.
Posted on 2008-12-17 at 20:00:35.
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