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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Gnomes!!!
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Gnomefeld Embassy
It had been many weeks since Rinrin had set out on her quest from Gnomfeld and into the world of the big folk. And this was the first time since, that she had encountered any of her people. The closest was Elandor, and while he carried the vitality and inquisitiveness of her people, he simply was not a gnome. Now though, surrounded by the stout, colorful buildings and friendly faces of her people, she was truly comfortable.
"What brings a Priestess of the Mother to our humble dwelling?" Boffi was saying. The young gnome turned her bright eyes to him.
"Even if your dwelling were the most humble in existence, it is far more welcome than the tall, lifeless walls of the big folk,"
she said to him, meaning every word despite her giggles.
"My name is Rinrin, and that is my partner, Conjori. I've come for simple reasons, though. To pay my respects to Inenhalla, of course - I wonder if I may have a guide through the lovely garden guarded by her sacred sentries? - but also I wish to hear of any news from Gnomefeld, and to see if there is any work I may do to help out my fellows while I am here in El Jalnine, and to help fund the remainder of my travels, though I know not how long it will be. I journeyed from our homeland a while past now, leaving with the blessing of my family."
She went on to briefly describe her journey thus far and the trials she had faced with the party, though she left off the most intricate details of the reason for the group's mission, laughing and smiling as she did so. "We've been through a lot, but it has brought me ever closer to my faith in the Mother," Rinrin said at last, with a glance to the Owls. Even with eyes of stone, their gazes was full of wisdom, and ever-watchful of the area before them. "She takes careful watch over all creatures, and has never been unfaithful to those who love her guidance."
By now, Conjori had returned to sit at her own feet, enjoying a playful scratching at his ears. Smiling at her hosts, she couldn't help but wonder what it was the group did here in El Jalnine, and it wasn't long after that the question had left her mouth.
"If there's any work Conjori and I can do to asist, we would be more than grateful - although I do wonder, what it is that you all do, and how each of you came to be here?"
The whole time she spoke, Boffi stood, twirling his pointed white beard in his fingers. The others sat now on logs that surrounded the firepit, listening as well, while a young gnome sparked a flame and a cheering fire began to grow to life. With her question asked, Bofi laughed and responded.
“Not much has changed in Gnomefeld since you left, my dear. And I suppose that is a good thing compared to some of the changes that are taking place in other parts of the world! With armies marching and castle’s growing, it is good that our land is still green and vibrant and happy. We are here currently, representing the Hollownut Family, near the Silverflow River (both are wellknown in Gnomefeld); and we bear a good store of Silvergrape Whine, that the people of Ralnaria seem to be willing to pay particularly high prices for!”
He points to a group of wagons, draped under blankets near one of the buildings.
“We had a wonderful crop season last year, as you may recall, and the whine is finally ready to be sold, and indulged in alike!”
A shrill voice behind him, belonging to a female gnome with large green eyes and long golden hair, about Rinrins age, says.
“Oh Boffi you speak so much! What say we open a bottle and share it with our guest!”
She pats the log beside her, inviting Rinrin to sit. At the fire, a few gnomes are currently placing racks and cooking meats over the flames.
“You should stay for a meal! My name is Jenine, by the way!”
Posted on 2007-05-27 at 20:40:06.
Edited on 2007-05-27 at 20:40:24 by Valimar
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Mission
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine-Kal Ajin
“I do have a question. Do we get a horse to cover the distance?”
The large man regarded the kender for a moment before grunting a ‘yes’.
“Now if you are quite ready, you may leave. Return here when are ready to leave, and we shall see about that horse.”
*** *** ***
Vilyamar had been meandering through the evening crowds along Waters Edge, when he caught the hooded figure of Scourge towering over the masses, headed towards him. Breaking through the crowd, the half elf found himself converging with his companion, when he bumped into Elandor, who did not hesitate to relay the news of their newest adventure, and asked if the monk would like to accompany them. Vilyamar would agree, and by Elandors prodding, the group decided to head out immediately. After all, they had spent the day sitting in an old boat, and some exercise and adventure might do them some good!
Returning to the Barracks Office, they were greeted by a tall, slender man with dark eyes. He shifted uncomfortably in his padded armor as he explained to them that he would lead them to the corrals to retrieve their mounts.
They found the corrals along the south wall of El Jalnine, on either side of a particularly large gate. They were mounted given two, long legged horses with slender necks and caramel colored coats. Vilyamar’s was named Avis, and Scourges was named Rain. (Elandor you ride whichever you choose.).
Beyond the south gate, a narrow but well packed road wound through a craggy landscape. Small, thorny trees and shrubs lined the roadway and clung to boulders, who’s shadows melted together with the fading gold of the setting sun. Stars were already peaking through the darkening sky ahead, and the moon was a perfect half circle.
They were to follow this road a good ways south until they came to what will be a ten foot, ruined bit of wall on the left side of the road. Beside this wall they would find a faint path that would take them to the ruins.
Their steeds were anxious and steady, and they made the journey quickly. The air was cool and dry, and the wind swept over their faces and snaked through their hair and clothing. A refreshing reprise from the baking sun of day. Perhaps two hours had passed since they set out, when they found the wall. They almost missed it in what was now true night, but Vilyamar had stopped them. It was so ancient it looked almost like any other of the natural crags and rocks that jutted from the ground in this region. The wall was built of stone, and a near leafless, thorny vine draped it’s face. Sitting atop it’s ten foot height was an owl. It studied them for a moment before giving a near inquisitive “whoo”
(According to the map, the ruins of Kal Ajin are only a short walking distance down a narrow pathway you see winding between two 15 foot rock ledges. Discuss your plan, if you would like to head right into the ruins, encircle them if possible, find a hight to try and peer into them from, or whatever plans you have’ and select marching order and we can be on our way!)
Posted on 2007-05-27 at 20:22:11.
Edited on 2007-05-27 at 20:22:27 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Die Now
The lunge had been sudden, and Draven smiled as he stepped beside her blade and looked up and into her pale face. Her eyes reminded him of his own...somewhat. They weren't cursed, of course, like his; but they lacked compassion. They had no care for life.
"Today you made a terrible decision."
He hefted the giant, black sword and held it before him, poised to parry or strike, as they squared off. His eyes were burning, and in the black fog, he was a shadow, crowned with two beacons of hate. To this woman, he may very well have looked like something far more then a man. A demon, perhaps. What she probably could not see in the dark, was the blood that flowed openly down his side and legs and puddled at his feet. Licking his lips, Draven lunged. As he fought, he spoke.
"Who knowingly wagers their very existance, to take a life? There is a reason why none do. The consequences are terribly severe. My dear, Some fates are far worse then death."
(He will fight her to the death...If she defeats him...Twas fun for me....and as a side note, she will be carrying his burden. If he wins...I'm hoping to not totally slay her instantly, but to strike a mortal wound  )
Posted on 2007-05-23 at 21:57:13.
Edited on 2007-05-23 at 21:57:40 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Curses!!
They had been in mid-battle, and he had just enflicted a nasty, likely mortal wound on the monster, when it turn tail and, to Draven, fled. He stood for a moment, gripping Grishnak and watching after the beast. He would, infact, have cursed it for all it was worth for it's cowardice, when he caught a glimpse of his other enemy. She stood in the open, fingering a gleaming throwing dagger.
Without hesitation, he lept (behind a shrub, or a tree, whatever is closest). He was angry. Very angry, and the fire in his eyes showed it. They very nearly lit the area around him as he began delving into the dark arts. Spiritual black lyrics began flowing from his mouth, and with his hands he wove the spell, before casting his gloved right hand towards the earth. From his palm the black mist began to spew, enshrouding him and all of the surrounding forest in darkness.
(taking cover and casting Enshrouding Mist.)
Posted on 2007-05-21 at 18:36:34.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: WTF!!!
*a steady flow of cusswords flows forth and is stopped by the Inns filter*
This battle blows.
Posted on 2007-05-20 at 17:53:27.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Double Teamed?
He did not fear death. Not in the least did Draven Ire'Dante fear the cold maws of death. On the contrary, an agonizing death in sweet battle was something the dark warrior longed for more than anything in this world. However, Draven was a cruel man, and a merciless killer. When he fought, he always fought to win; and it didn't matter who or what his adversary was. If he was unarmed, he would have been brawling with the monster before him with his own teeth and fists, and he would have fought like a demon possessed. He did, however, wield Grishnak, held before him. It's black edge didn't even reflect the moonlight.
So Draven Ire'Dante, and the Hell Hound stood, squaring off now. Blood ran from both his and the beasts appendage freely, and both of their eyes glowed with the fiery light of bloodthirst, and he could not help but grin. A feral grin. Hefting his blade, he prepared to lunge again, when a pounding impact and a sharp pain shot through his ribs. Snarling, he cast a glance behind him; and he saw her. The figure of a woman in black. Their eyes locked, and he felt it. So she was the one. It was as if his soul had crept over the shadows of the clearing, and was lapping at her own, tasting it. He could feel the connection establish, and though his ribs were wracked with pain, he felt only the insatiable need for her, and the warm, soothing ache of his soul lapping against her own. She was the one.
Snapping his head towards the beast once more, Draven readied Grishnak, and sneared. His long, raven hair hung over his face, but his eyes burned through it with the unholy light of pure, hellish lust. With a savage roar, he lept into a battle that would not end until either the Hell Hound, or Draven Ire'Dante lay dead.
(I will try to position myself so that the hellhound is between me and the woman, so she doesnt have so open a shot again)
****** ****** ******
(If Victory)
He stood over the fallen monster like a predator over it's prey; and yet the corpse before was not what he hungered for. And while instinctive and primal hunger or lust may drive other predators blindly, Draven was as cunning as he was brutal a fighter. The pain in his ribs was a constant reminder of the danger this enemy posed. As soon as he had caught his balance from his final, killing blow, and before the hound had even fully crashed to the earth, he was leaping behind cover (tree, shrub, whatever she can't fling through accurately), and without hesitation, was muttering the words he had so well memorized, and was weaving the magic he had become so intuned with. When at last he cast an opened palmed, gloved right hand at the floor, and the black mist began to pour forth at his own command, he was already prepared to cast a second spell....
(So hes going to focus on killing the beast, while keeping it between him and the woman. Hopefully he wins....if he does, then he will IMMEDIATELY take cover, where he will cast Obscuring Mist. He will then cast Bulls Strength, withdraw a thunderstone, and begin moving silently towards her. Your call on whether or not I can sense where she is via...my calling. I know it's several rounds, maybe you can get them in in one post, or maybe, due to unforseen events, or the others, you can't, but im playing ahead so we can move quickly!  ....Wish me luck everyone because I may very well be out of this game before it even begins....but *Shrug* thats Draven's style, and I gotta play it out)
Posted on 2007-05-14 at 03:30:36.
Edited on 2007-05-14 at 03:33:26 by Valimar
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Scouting and Cleansing Mission!
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Barracks Office
It hadn’t taken the odd coupling of Elandor and Scourge to locate the squat, domed barracks office. Beyond the twin, stone griffons that watched the street stood a single, very bored looking guard.
“State your business, sirs.”
Elandor looked at the guard before him and then back at the two Griffon statues they just passed.
“Don’t you agree that those eyes look remarkably real? Those Griffon eyes? I felt like they were watching me. Isn’t that strange?”
He looked back a final time, and with great difficulty put his attention upon the man with questions.
“I am Elandor Underhood, and this is my good companion Orion and HIS companion Scourge. He may look a little scary but underneath those feathers lays a heart of gold. We are three souls looking to do good for a little money. The best place to find honourable quests would seem the strong forces of the guards, wouldn’t you agree?”
He grinned at the guard.
“Perhaps you have a senior officer that would be interested in my ways of stealth and my companions’ ways of magic and strength?”
The guard didn’t speak for a moment. It was clear by the scrutiny he studied them with that he was weighing their worth, and perhaps, honesty. At last he turned and shouted something in what was most likely Ralnarian, through a slit in the white washed front door. A moment later a large man with broad shoulders and a rounded belly sauntered out and studied the group. In turn, they were given the opportunity to study him. His head was shaved, and gleamed in the setting sun. A graying beard hung nearly to his chest, and he was dressed in layered robes of midnight blues and deep purples. In one hand was a sheathed, longsword.
“Yes. Yes if you be looking for some gold, and don’t mind getting a little dirty to get it, then we might have a job or two for you. Follow me.”
Turning and without looking back, the man sauntered back into the building. The group followed, and Scourge was forced to duck just to enter the room. It had the making of a reception area. A large, wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a door stood in the center of each wall. The walls were decorated with tapestries of black and gold and red and blue. They seemed to depict the separate branches of the Ralnarian Military.
The large man was busy rustling through a mess of papers that covered the desk. He muttered over his shoulder.
“I am captain Hurger, by the way.”
When he turned to face them, he held a piece of paper. Placing an Ocular in his right eye, he studied the parchment.
“On the fifth day of the Bronze Month, a surveyor was sent to the ruins of Kal-Ajin. His duty was to survey the area, and the architecture of the buildings still intact. He had been hired by a Non-military guild in charge of preserving historical sites in the El Jalnine area. He returned the next day, white with fear. He could not explain what had frightened him off. Only that dark creatures had moved into the ruins. A reward of 1000 Gold pieces has been offered for whoever is able to determine whether or not the Kal-Ajin ruins are infact, now inhabited by fell beasts; and, if infact It has been overrun, it must be cleared before a reward can be given.”
Holding the paper forward for Elandor to take, captain Hurger continued.
“We are very busy, and currently, El Jalnines garrisons are dwindled, as half of our stationed military has been deployed to the northern border between Ralnaria and the Brown Hills. Relationships with the barbaric peoples of the Hills have become very tense lately. We do not have time, for every petty nuisance that is brought to us. If you would scout the Kal-Ajin ruins, and determine what, if anything, dwells within its walls, and clear the area of whatever may be present, then return to me, and I will resend the agent in charge of surveying the area. If he verifies it is clear. Then you shall have your reward.”
Thrusting a scroll forward he added
“Here is a map. Kal Ajin is only a couple hour journey south of El Jalnine. All matters should be concluded by tomorrow evening. Now, do you accept, and do you have any questions? If not, then you are dismissed.”
Posted on 2007-05-12 at 17:41:45.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: WOOOOOOO!!!!
HUZZAHHH FOR DEATH!!!!!!!!!
Posted on 2007-05-12 at 16:50:00.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Well well
The beast came from the shadows, and as it's jaws closed over Draven's forarm, he cursed through gritted teeth. The pain was not the cause however. It shot up his arm in waves of what were to him, near extacy. He shuddered. But how could he have been lead astray? Cursing himself, he lept back from the monster and gripped his blade.
Lower his head, he allowed his own eyes to flash of their own demonic accord. The monster was crouched, ready to pounce. It's teeth were bared. An acrid stench filled Draven's nostrils. How familiar it was.
"You should be thankful, mutt. You have no soul."
Without hesitation, Draven Ire'Dante lunged into battle.
Posted on 2007-05-05 at 17:55:09.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Rahh!
Update time!
Update time!
Update time!
Update time!
Update time!
FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted on 2007-05-04 at 15:53:59.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Argh
Draven stood near the rear of the group, massaging his gloved right hand, when they encountered the old man. He had been silent until this point.
“Hello there! Care for some company? I’ve been walking all day and hadn’t had anything to eat for hours. I’d appreciate some of that dry meat of yours.”
The old man began to make his way towards the group.
As if the tension that had been building within him for so long had finally snapped, the group was alerted to Draven's actions by the audible unsheathing of his massive, dai-katana. His eyes burned like a wraiths, and the golden orbs locked onto the old man in a horribly haunting gaze.
"Keep an eye on the coger."
The light of the moon danced off the ebony surface of his blade, as he strolled away from the group, and into the brush to the left.
Posted on 2007-04-28 at 16:36:17.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Curses
Draven was waiting outside Granitefingers abode, when at last the party was ready to depart. He didn't speak; didn't seem to notice them as they aproached, but he strode beside them. As they walked, he payed little attention to their conversations (unless spoken to). He was all too wrapped in his own thoughts. His bare left hand rubbed absently at the gauntlet that covered his right.
He could feel the tugs, like a million little threads in a million different directions. Some were stronger then others, and those caused the most ache. A million different ways to replenish what he could already feel of himself slipping away. A memory sparked, and with it, his eyes flashed in the dark, like two beacons. Possibly drawing the attention of his companions.
Allowing his eyes to dim once more, he also tried to ignore the hunger. There would be a time and a place for that.
They soon reached the gates to the outside and as they stepped into the sun, Draven winced painfully, drawing his hands up to block the sun, and blinking through the blinding sparkles that danced over his eyes. The first words he spoke all day was.
"Gods forsake you, cursed sun!"
"Shes bright today! No rain for a few days! Now Y'all come back sometime. Alright?"
His sight now restored, he flashed a glare at the guard, and muttered what could only have been a mocking imitation.
Posted on 2007-04-27 at 20:21:18.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Hah
Draven? Evil? Not Evil? Tormented? Enjoys torment? Muahahaha...we shall wait and see!
For someone who hates attention, my charactor seems to be playing a key social role in this rpg! >.>..<.<...I think this will lead us on a very interesting path...
Posted on 2007-04-26 at 20:42:28.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Hahaha
Of course I wouldnt take anything in charactor personal! Infact, I should set up my own disclaimor, as I'm certain Draven will have most of, if not all of the group aphalled by the end of their journey. And, knowing Dravens Charactor, i'm in the doubt that they will become friends. Buuuut who knows. They may even try to kill one another .
Posted on 2007-04-15 at 21:56:39.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Well
That, Almerin, is because Draven does not care. -_-
Infact he wouldnt have even taken the time to read the note.
Also, I cant help but wonder how the conversation between Tan and Vesper's charactors will start. She is waiting, but what will she say? Are you wating for Almerin to set it up? Or will Tan play along and have his charactor begin the convo? Just curious because I know I would be confused on what to do if i was one of the two members in teh convo.
Posted on 2007-04-15 at 18:50:37.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: The Storm I Ride!!!!
The reward that Guland offered had satisfyed Draven, who had remained silent for the remainder of the meal, and had risen from the table and headed to his quarters without a word.
When morning came, or rather, when they were told it was dawn, he reappeared. His long black hair was wet and glistening, and his goatee was drawn into a fresh braid. The intricate patters that adorned his black armor were clean and glossy. As he strolled into the common room, he pulled his single gauntlet over his rigth hand, but not before what appeared to be a strange marking on the back of his hand could be glimpsed.
He would remain silent, unless spoken to; and he would head directly to wherever the food is, and eat his fill. He will take his rations and his part of the money, and he will leave the building, to wander the premise. He appears...distracted.
Posted on 2007-04-14 at 17:26:54.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: heh
I'm carrying enough crap already. Don't need to buy anything. Im set and ready to go.
Posted on 2007-04-14 at 17:13:08.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: sorry
sorry for the shortness, but this is just a conversation after all  .
Posted on 2007-04-05 at 23:39:17.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Ahem
Draven was silent throughout the conversation. He did not speak, and he did not eat. He only sat, leaning back in his chair, and stared ahead with vacant, glowing eyes. To any that might look is way, it would be imppossible to know what he was thinking, or if he was even paying attention to the conversation at hand. When at last the conversation neared an end, he spoke. His deep voice was grating against the silence.
"All this talk about what we will be doing for you. Now tell us. What will we get in return?"
Posted on 2007-04-05 at 23:38:29.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Cathedral of Dawn
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Cathedral of Dawn
His instructions had been simple enough. Follow the single road that was paved in white. And so he had, and it led him through the city, and beyond. Now, a good half hours walk beyond the city gates, he stood before the mighty Cathedral of Dawn. He had heard about its immense beauty when he was a kid, and his father had even been to it once, but never had he laid eyes on it before.
Now, he stood on the Ivory Road, enwrapped in the shade of the massive, leafy trees that ran alongside it, and in the dying rays of the setting sun, he drank it in. The cathedral sat atop a small, green hill, like a massive white and gold crown. Huge, spindled buttresses ringed the massive, peaked centerpiece. The stone was white, but the gold inlays of the framework and the caps, gleamed as brilliant as if while the sun died, the Cathedral of Dawn would remain, casting it’s light upon the city, throughout the night. Of course, Teros knew this would not be the case. With a pause, he continued up the road, and to the gated wall that surrounded the building. The entire wall, he noticed, along with the surface of the cathedral, was not smooth, but frilled, woven with intricate murals and designs depicting the goddess, saints, and celestial beings he didn’t quite recognize. The cathedral must have taken at least a century to construct!
He had little time to be impressed however. The gate was open, but two men dressed in the intricately crafted, bronze and sapphire armor of the Lady of Light were approaching. They walked leisurely, and their halberds were held against their shoulders. When they reached him, one spoke in Ralnarian.
“The gate closes at sundown, friend. If you wish to make prayer and offerings, you’ll have to do it quick, or in the morning.”
Posted on 2007-04-05 at 02:36:10.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Gnomes!
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Gnomfeld Embassy
Rinrin was overjoyed to learn that there was not only other gnomes to be found in El Jalnine; they had a permanent trade station set up, and their own embassy! The city also had a small shrine dedicated to Inenhalla, and it was found conveniently enough, at the Gnomesfeld Embassy. Without any hesitation, she was on her way, following the instructions that the guards gave her. She was to follow the Waters Edge east until she came to the city walls on the far side, and follow them to the left, until she came upon a sign that would direct her. Simple enough!
As she followed the waterfront she found herself enthralled by the sheer immensity of the place. The forest of people, clothed in every color of the rainbow was very much intimidating, and though she was good at maneuvering through crowds, she found herself nearly kicked or tripped over far too many times then was healthy. What glimpses she did get of the many venders that lined the waters edge, gifted her with sites and smells she had never before experienced. From exotic foods to brightly colored fabrics, to jewelry that shone like stars.
They journey to the far side of the city was a long one, and the sun had settled beyond the city behind her, when at last she reached the far well. It was lined with massive portcullises, towers, and guardhouses, but it was clear that they were ancient, and a part of old Ralnarian history. Though the Portcullises were still manned, most of the guardhouses were now shops, and the towers were filled with the nests of swooping and shrieking gulls. Following the wall now, she found that the streets were less crowded, and she didn’t need to cling to the panting Conjori so tightly.
When at last, she reached the Gnomefeld Trading station and Embassy, she did not need a sign to inform her. She had come up a gradual incline, and nestled against the wall, overlooking a good portion of the marketplace and Waters Edge was a small series of buildings that she recognized immediately as gnomish. Not half as big as the buildings needed to accommodate the big folk, the buildings were domed, and painted in a beautiful array of blues and greens. To her they were like Emeralds and Sapphires amongst the white stone of the city. On the far side of the series of what totaled 7 buildings, was a walled off garden, lush with green trees and bushes. Lining the wall that encircled it were small Owl Statues. One of Innenhallas sacred animals.
In the center of the ring of buildings was a small fire pit, and even though the sun was yet to settle, 6 Gnomes could be seen, dressed in the brilliant colors, vests, and leggings of her people. They were busy starting a small fire, but as she approached, one looked up and pointed her out. Without hesitation, the small group made their way for her, and one by one hugged her. As they did so, they introduced themselves. (Customary to hug a gnome guest into another gnomes dwelling or property as a sign of embracement.). Three were men and 3 were women, and their age varied from her age, to the eldest, who sat sported a pointed white beard. His name, she can recall, is Boffi, and he is the first to speak.
“What brings a Priestess of the Mother to our humble dwelling?”
Posted on 2007-04-02 at 19:28:00.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Barracks
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Barracks Office
Elandor and Scourge had wasted little time in looking into the business of making a bit of money, and finding adventure. Their first stop was the Riversnakes Den, where the tavern master, who introduced herself simply as Jhillan, sold them a Map that she pointed out with great pride “Covers the entire city accurately. I made it myself. I am map maker in my spare time.”.
Their next trip was to the barracks. Elandors map indicated several barrack points, located throughout the city. However, one particular point was starred, and labeled as Barrack Offices. The kender started down the dusty, paved streets in that direction, and the towering figure that was Scourge followed. As they made their way through the many arches and winding streets, they were not unaware of the stares they were receiving. Particularly Scourge, who stood a foot taller then the locals, and even in the intense heat of the setting sun, was robed entirely in black, and hooded over a broad brimmed hat. His face even, was wrapped. With the crystal bladed scythe and the keen eyed raven on his shoulder, he was reason for mothers to grip at their children, and men to eye him sidelong. Not all the looks the received were of caution and distrust. Scourge noted that more then a couple men cast him glares that meant only one thing. They wanted an excuse.
The trip to the Barrack Office was not a long one, and soon enough they had arrived at a squat, round building made of the same, white stucco that made up the rest of the city. A walkway led passed two griffon statues, that eyed the passing public with stone eyes so keen they could almost be real; and at the front door sat a lone guard in simple, brown leather armor. He stood as they approached.
“State you business, sirs.”
Posted on 2007-04-02 at 18:46:13.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Separation
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine
Even as the groups tiny raft made it’s way through the massive, stone lined waterways that formed the main artery of life in El Jalnine, they decided that they would take this opportunity to take a few days off from their quest. After all. They were running low on money, and would need some sort of income in order to aquire the types of service necessary to not only travel the vast expanses of water and land that undoubtedly lay before them, but any number of other expenses may also lay before them, and a pocket full of gold was better then an empty one.
It was Rinrin, who inquired as to the locations of the local Inns and taverns, and very wisely pointed out that the group should meet back up that evening at a selected tavern, to determine how long they would remain in the city. The two, grubby looking guards, who were very obviously simple garrison, replied that there were a number of taverns along the Waters Edge. (Evidently, The Waters Edge is the name of the strip of city that lines the Siris.). As for a good Inn with pleasant food and friendly atmosphere, they simply pointed directly behind them. The Waters Edge may have once been lined with individual buildings. However, time and wealth had worked together to construct what could best be described as massive, complexes, sprawling entire blocks. The entire waterfront was like one massive, building who’s structure, design, and floor level was as various as the people who passed beneath the eaves of it’s shops. The landscape it formed was one of many stepped platforms, and gold laced spires. However it was very clear that this was all made up of many many individual shops, hotels, even homes. Directly Before them was an arched doorway. Hanging overtop of it was a sign, shaped like a coiling green serpent. Elegant sweeping writing decorated the serpents scales. The writing was in Ralnarian, but just below it, in less dramatic writing, was the words “Riversnakes Den”. This would make a fine rendezvous point!
With there meetup point determined, the party each inquired as to the directions to their separate destinations, and split up.
Riversnakes Den
The arched doorway in the whitewashed side of the massive waterfront leads into a fairly large common room. There are only two windows, one on either side of the entrance, but they provide a decent view of the river below, as well as the passing boat traffic, and the shops that line the opposite side of the river. The walls and ceiling are whitewashed stucco, stained yellow by smoke, and lined with round support beams. Colorful tapestries decorate the walls, and full length tables fill the room. Booths line the walls, and a large bartable sits opposite the doorway. A woman in her early fourties, with black hair streaked silver, a slender figure, and pretty face is wiping down the tables. She introduces herself as the tavern master, Jhillan.
Posted on 2007-04-02 at 03:05:37.
Edited on 2007-04-02 at 03:17:47 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: heh
There we go. Im veyr sorry for my delay! I didn't have a computer! I still dont, but I can probably get to one semi-regularly.
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 20:10:30.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: I don't wear a hood!
The first time the elf had greeted him, Draven had intentionally hesitated to respond. He held one of the many books that lined the study, in his hands, and though it was of little interest, he eyed it as if it contained some deep seeded secrets. His golden eyes did snap up, however, to eye the elfs hand resting on his sword hilt. Draven would have smirked, would possibly have laughed, but the door opened suddenly, and his attention was drawn to the business that was at hand.
As matters got underway, and the party was led through intricately designed Khordal hallways, Draven remained silent, listening to Granitefinger's vivid explanations behind the many murals and patterns they passed. He payed little attention to those accompanying him, and only cast a glance and a sneer at the disgusting smelling Loda.
It wasn't until they had all been seated, that Guland actually began to explain their quest to them. Draven sat, his head slightly bowed, and his long, raven hair veiled about his pale face, and he listened intently. To him, the idea was interesting, to say the least. As much as he despised being underground, and as wretched as the thought of delving into the very bowels of the earth was, he was always one for uncovering long forgotten secrets. Besides, Guland had put special emphasis on the danger of this mission. Danger, to Draven, was a beautiful thing.
However, he was snapped from his thoughts, by the elf, who's obvious distate for him, was finally in the air. Draven remained silent and motionless as a shadow, and listened to the judgements that were tossed over his head.
“Yes you would gain power and wealth beyond that of any living dwarf, even a king, is that why you call forth one of Evil, dwarf”
"Evil?" His voice was sincere, his expression genuine. "There is no evil within this house, my friend. My merchants may be as profit minded as I am, but they would not call for the service of evil."
He suddenly snickered and bowed his head.
"Besides, I pay handsomely to have my precious belongings warded against the evil intended, so you need not fear." With sudden calmness he added:
"Surely one such as yourself woulnd't dare to judge a person on their looks alone, would you?"
The voice was Gulands, and his first statement almost merited a snicker. However, Draven's face remained slightly bowed, and veiled behind his raven hair.
"It is not this ones looks I worry of"
Now the elf pointed at him. A slight flash of golden light beaconed from behind the veil of hair.
"But what he radiates from himself and I sense evil about him, prove to me he is not such and I will silence my words of anger"
Suddenly the dwarf, Loda, ran from the room, looking for the bathroom. Already though, A soft chuckle had begun to roll across the table, for all to hear. Daven Ire'Dante rarely laughed, as his companions new. And when he spoke, his harsh voice was wreathed in mocking humor. It disgust was very clearly an overtone.
“So terrified of what you do not understand, elf. Is the darkness really so frightening?”
Now Draven looked up, and flung his hair over his shoulders. He really was a handsome creature, in a very dark, way. His pale skin was like marble, and his eyes burned like two embers, but his high cheekbones, and proud features were that of a warrior.
“I will not do harm within this mans house, and I advise you do the same. If your...convictions remain so strong when we have left his property, then I invite you to attempt to cleanse this evil.”
Draven's eyes were like two fiendish beacons, and they remained fixed on the elf. He grinned then. A wide, authentic grin. It was very clear that his invitation was sincere. A challenge perhaps even.
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 20:06:00.
Edited on 2007-03-20 at 20:43:57 by Valimar
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