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Kaladorm
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 Posted - 23 Feb 2006 : 08:05:00
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After the group have moved several hundred yards down the road, back towards Ashabenford, and found a large clearing to rest for the night in, Valanwé has a quiet word with Daleson as the sun finally sets beyond the western horizon illuminating the sky momentarily with a bright orange flash as the light refracts across the sky, and informs him that "this will be as good a place as any" to construct the cottage.
Directing the group to one side of the road so as to avoid any issues of conjoined people and buildings, and sitting on the grass to the other side of the path, cross-legged and silent, gaining his focus, Valanwé starts a slow incantation, and after a few minutes, begins to rise up from the ground, and float in mid-air. Overhearing the worried whispers of the group behind him, mostly comprising "What the zark is he doing?" and "By the Morninglord, that doesn't look like a cottage - more like an Elf showing off!" Unpeturbed, Valanwé continues, and after several minutes of intense concentration, raises his hands in front of him, one above the other, palm facing palm.
Selm, who has been observing the magics being wrought with something of an eye of interest, looks from one side of the group to see a shimmering image of a minature cottage between the wizard's hands, slowly coming into form. Starting at first, as nothing more than a whisper of light, it's form clears, until the image can be seen clearly by all of the party who have a line of sight to it.
Once the image between his hands is clear, Valanwé draws them apart slowly, still chanting over and over. As he does so, the image expands until he is at his full vertical reach. At this point, he moves his hands over the image, as though he were stroking a crystal ball, and a yellow point of light appears from it's very centre, becoming brighter, and brighter, and larger and larger, until it engulfs the image of the cottage, Valanwé, and all, and causes the party who still observe to shield their eyes from the glare. Now changing colour, the sphere brightens still further, until it is as a small star, floating merely six feet above the earth, and without warning, except perhaps only to Valanwé, it explodes with an unbearably bright white flash of magic, blinding temporarily everyone in the vicinity who was not already sheilding their eyes.
When they are able to see once more, the party look towards where Valanwé had floated, and see a small cottage, of stone construction. with a solid wooden roof, shuttered windows, and a heavy door, which momentarily opens, and behind it, appears the Wizard, with a serious look on his face.
"Inside, quickly!" hisses Valanwé at the group. "That flash of magics will have been seen for miles - if there's a Lycanthrope wild tonight, it may be attracted to the light. The cottage will keep us safe, but everyone must come in directly, and I will secure the shelter - no exceptions - I would not have anyone sleeping under the stars tonight." |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 23 Feb 2006 : 08:06:13
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"Aye," agrees Selm. "It is too much to risk it tonight. What defensive
measures can you put on it, Master Valanwé? I'm sure we'll all feel safer
knowing what protects us." |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 28 Feb 2006 : 11:12:02
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Valanwé ushers everyone inside the house, and begins to set the magical locks and alarms that protect their makeshift dwelling. Once prepared he orders the unseen servant, being a part of the magical shelter, to prepare some refreshments for them.
The night passes in comfort for everyone (though perhaps slightly less so for those who would prefer to sleep outside) and the companions awake early to continue their travel to Ashabenford.
To their surprise, many metres from the front door, stands a deer on a wooden frame over a cooking fire. The deer has been cleaned and dressed, and is almost ready to eat. Upon inspecting the frame, Selm points out that the crude carving is a representation of the symbol of Shaundakul, patron of travellers. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 28 Feb 2006 : 16:17:13
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"Helping Hand indeed!" Daleson says loudly. "Remind me to make a donation to our wandering friends when next we meet." Daleson uses his dagger to carve a small portion of meat from the deer.
"Well, eat up. What we do not use we will carry to town and give to those in need."
"How thoughtful of someone." Caylith says. "Forgive my concern but should we not make sure it safe to eat first? There have been several attempts at our life recently and I'd prefer not to die of poison?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 28 Feb 2006 : 19:08:32
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“Aye,” agrees Valanwé, “I will not eat until knowing it is safe to do so. In my experience, travelers passing an out-of-place cottage on the road do not take the time to roast a deer for those they do not know, and leave without allowing us to thank them. If this is the work of Shaundakul, then thanks be to him for an excellent meal, but on balance of probability, I suspect this may be the work of our enemies.” He adds, facing Rhiannon: “Can our druid help us determine whether this food is safe to eat?”
Rhiannon nods to Valanwe "Yes I think I can help"
Rhiannon makes a short prayer to Mielikki and casts a spell to dectect posion on the deer.
Finding the deer free from poison, everyone enjoys the hearty breakfast. |
Edited by - Kaladorm on 02 Mar 2006 11:36:29 |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 02 Mar 2006 : 08:24:05
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Selm is relieved that the night passed uneventfully, and offers a prayer to
the Rider of Winds, for this token, and to help speed them on their passage
back to Ashabenford. "Is everyone alright to get moving? We have need to
visit the temple of Lathander, and soon." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 02 Mar 2006 : 20:17:07
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Once everyone has had their fill, Daleson eyes up the remains of the deer.
Before he can say anything Valanwé speaks, "Allow me." The elf then weaves a spell, and the deer, still secured to it's frame, floats about a foot off the ground and moves towards Valanwé.
With the deer in tow, he moves over to the shelter. Checking that everyone has removed their belongings, he works the magical deconstruction of the house. Shrinking in the same way that it grew, the house shimmers and fades as it does so, leaving behind only a tiny silver bell which the elf pockets as he turns to address the group .
"Shall we then?" he remarks, gesturing in the general direction of Ashabenford.
Once the party arrive at the town, Issinofil moves to the head of the travelling party. The guard wears a confused expression, which he points at the floating rack of deer, but nevertheless nods to Issinofil with a curt 'Lady' and allows the group to pass. |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 05 Mar 2006 : 00:26:31
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After a somewhat strenuous walk back to the village, Valanwé notices some interested looks form the locals as they pass into the town. Noticing their interest in his baggage and the like, he lookf first to Rhinannon, with a raised eyebrow, then at the disc and its contents, and back again. Smiling, as much to himself as anyone else, he walks on with the group, as the disc grinds to a halt.
He stops, and turns. Appearing falsely imperious for a moment, then glancing sharply at the magic disk, which - to the outside observer - almost seemed to be 'smiling' and glowing away in something of a contented manner Valanwé jests rudely: "Come on Dear, you're slowing us down." The disc springs quickly back towards it's Master's side, and Valanwé continues on.
"I still think we should have left that thing where we found it" Rhiannon says, pulling her hood up over her head.
"How so? There is no magic or poison in it, and if it is merely a sign to highlight us to our enemies, then we shall meet them soon enough," muses Valanwé. "I can see little harm in distributing it to the poor of the town, or doing whatever is best for it."
"No magic or poison that we could detect, there are ways of hiding such things, and while I normaly wouldn't be so paranoid about such things, recent events have convinced me that we need to be paranoid in our situation."
"Very well - it would be perhaps wise to retain it in our posession until we are certain of it's true nature. To the Inn? Or elsewhere?"
"I'd like to say elsewhere, but there isn't an elsewhere to go to."
"To the Inn it is. I for one could use a drink."
"If you wanted a drink you only had to ask me" Rhiannon grins, though its hard to see under her dark hood.
"Ha!" exclaims Valanwé, "Onward!!" |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 05 Mar 2006 : 11:43:22
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"I'm afraid the inn will have to wait, we very much have an 'elsewhere' to
be. We have to visit the temple, and then we are expected to meet with the
Cult at some point today," says Selm wearily. "Let us get it over with, so
we can rest properly once it is done."
"Yes, let us go," Daleson says as he heads toward the temple. He walks in silence, listening to his companions. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 06 Mar 2006 : 10:32:46
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Selm leads the party to the building site on the eastern side of the town. The temple has a clear shape, but is far from finished. There is a huge opening on the eastern side of the roof, which has been covered with a large cloth. Two guards, their armour glinting in the sunlight, welcome the party.
"Welcome to Dawn Rising, the highsun celebration is just ending. What do you require here?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 06 Mar 2006 : 18:20:03
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"Hail, brothers." Daleson approaches the two guards, bearing his god's symbol proudly. "We seek he who shines brightest in our gods holy temple. We seek an audience.
"At once lightbringer" the guard responds with a salute. "Please follow Jordian" he says, nodding at the other guard.
Jordian leads the group through the main husk of the temple, passing pews covered with large, strong pieces of burlap to keep the stone dust off. At the head of the temple is a makeshift altar dedicated to Lathander and a few metres away from this a man stands in brightly coloured clothing, talking animatedly with an artist.
The guard stands to attention and announces, "Dawnmaster Heran, a servant of the light is here to see you".
With that he returns to his post.Heran dismisses the artist, who bows quickly and scurries away. The Dawnmaster turns, and beams at the sight of the paladin, his armour glinting in the light let through some of the holes in the canvas, "I am indeed blessed, welcome Daleson, and to your companions. Please, follow me outside and we shall talk. I do so hate being stuck inside on such a glorious day of sunshine". With that he leads the party outside, and beckons for them to sit on the stone benches surrounding a fountain (which as yet does not flow).
"I am most intrigued as to how you came to be here. Indeed I am looking foreward to hearing of your travels, but to be here on Faerun after journeying to the House of Nature, now that is a tale I would dearly love to hear
"Sadly for the moment there are more pressing matters to attend to. I shall be to the point. Cathalandra contacted me soon after the miracle with which you sir,"he nods at Daleson,"were sent back to us. She explained that you had been given a trial by the Morninglord, but that she could not divine it's goals, and instead asked me to try and portend this event.
"My divinations were not clear, I can say that much. A child is to be born, that you already know. But how and where, that is not so clear. Many things hang in the balance, and the signs showed that some great disaster may befall the birthing.
"The signs I have seen, a grinning skull, a clenched fist, a warm light, a full sun, and glowing flames.
"These lead me to make some postulations, which I will share with you. Travel to the town of Shadowdale. News has reached these areas of trouble up there with the Zhents, and I think it best that you make sure the general area is safe. I also believe that the child will be born on a day most pleasing to the Sunlord, a day when Selune and the Sun shine brightly. By my thoughts that gives either the first day of Kythorn or the first day of Flamerule. I am inclined to suggest Flamerule, but again these are only an idea from what little I have seen.
"I wish I could be of more help to you, but Lathander rides with you lightbringer, and I wish you all success in his, in our, cause." Heran breathes out deeply as he finishes his discourse.
"Now please, ask me and I shall provide whatever I can whilst you are here" |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 06 Mar 2006 : 23:43:41
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| "Hmmm.... grinning skull, a clenched fist, a warm light, a full sun, and glowing flames. Some of these seem to indicate some of the forces at work against us. Our thanks to you Dawnmaster Heran. Perhaps my companions have some insight as to their meaning." Daleson is lost in thought while the others question Heran. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 08 Mar 2006 : 09:23:34
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"Hmm...," muses Selm, pondering the symbols. "The clenched fist would seem
to me be the symbol of Bane, the Black Lord. That is the only one that I
would suggest a gambler would be prepared to stake his silver on. A grinning
skull could potentially mean anything, though probably nothing good -
undead, death, possibly signifying the Cult of the Dragon, who we are now
somewhat familiar with" he adds with a slight smile.
"Yes," chips in Valanwé, "I was wondering I if I could trouble you to tell
you of our recent escapades and ask for your advice?
"Of course, though perhaps we should continue the evaluation of Lathander's
rays of light first," intones Heran.
"Naturally," agrees the elf.
"I would think," continues Selm, "that the sun and warm light probably refer
to Master Daleson and the child. That would make sense given the
Morninglord's doctrine."
"Yes," agrees Heran. "The thought had crossed my mind."
"As for the glowing flames - much like the skull, they could mean anything
fire related, and it is to vague to assign as the symbol of Kossuth. These
are, of course, merely what first springs into my mind."
"Only time will tell, servant of the Green Goddess, though I pray Lathander
will shed further light on your destinies. And now, perhaps you would care
to tell me what befell you on your journeys?" The Dawnmaster turns to face
Valanwé.
"A tenday ago, we were taken prisoner by the Cult of the Dragon, and held
against our will in some stronghold or other, the location of which I am not
able to relay to you. After the death of one of my kin at the hands of some
abomination in dragon form, summoned or created - I know not which - at
their hand, and after being geased by the very same group, we were deposited
at Swords creek, with the instruction to meet a 'Cassius' at the Velvet
Veil tavern to relay to him whatever information we have had, both from
yourself and others. That geas is now broken, but I wished to ask your
advice on how the best way to go about conducting this meeting is? Ideally,
if there is to be combat, I would not wish the locals to be nearby - magics
and swords flying through the air does not bode well for either their safety
or their peace of mind. We have amongst our party two practitioners of the
Art, servants of Eldath and Mielikki, a warrior of the mind, and Master
Daleson, of course."
"Essentially," adds Selm, "should we try and keep up the ruse that the spell
is in still in place or not? I am in favour of seeing what can be gleaned
without revealing ourselves, and wish to see no blood spilt."
"I know not who this Cassius is" sighs the Dawnmaster. "However I am not
naive enough to think that agents do not operate in this area. I would
suspect that the meeting will not come to arms in a place such as the Velvet
Veil, however if this man was sly enough to trap you, and powerful enough to
have those at his disposal to cast a Quest upon you, then do not expect to
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 11 Mar 2006 : 09:25:38
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"What I would most like to ask your advice on," replies Valanwé, "is whether
you believe it wise to make a move against this Agent of The Cult, and turn
him to our advantage, or whether the maintenance of a fiction is
prefereable? Certainly the latter is safer for us, but it does not lend well
to learning more about those involved?"
"Well," replies Heran hesitantly, "I don't know this Cassius, but as I said
before he seems like one not to be trifled with. To rise within the Cult so
far, and to command such power, I fear this one is out of your reach. Even
one such as I can detect deliberate falsehoods. However, that does not mean
you can't be a little 'creative'," says the Dawnmaster, beaming. "When must
you meet this agent? If you would come to me after the dawn ceremony
tomorrow I can maybe aid you with Lathander's blessing." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 13 Mar 2006 : 00:34:49
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Adjusting his stance slightly to address the group, and the Dawnmaster,
Valanwé says: "My thought is that we have three options: The first, is not
to attempt any sort of ruse, and merely to show that we, like Cassius, have
friends in the 'right' places. I suspect however, that this is likely to
lead to a confrontation, if not immediately, then soon. The second option, I
believe, is to attempt a ruse, and turn the situation to our advantage. It
may be that we can fool Cassius into believing that we are still serving The
Cult's wishes, but I believe the Dawnmaster is right - we wil not fool them
for long. I believe it is probable that not only those in the room with us
will know of our discourse. The third option...." says Valanwé, tailing off
in thought for a moment, "...is to perhaps make the Cult believe that we are
of no use to them any more, and thus, they may discard, and ignore us for a
while whilst we plan our retribution, if it is to be so."
He pauses again, checking round the room to see that no-one was already
looking quizzical, knowing that what followed would certainly raise a few
eyebrows. "This may perhaps sound like a slightly eccentric plan," he
continues, "from a more-than-slightly eccentric Sun Elf, but it centres on
something which we have already proved to be true. Certainly, the magics
wrought which geased us here have proven subvertible; having considered for
a few days now the words of the spell which was used upon us, it may be
possible to turn them again to our advantage. The
Evil-Overlord-Superbitch™," says Valanwé, raising an eyebrow in Selm's
direction, "instructed us to tell Cassius 'everything we knew'. I have read
of certain powerful divinations which compel a subject to speak only the
truth, wholly, and completely - early experiments with these spells caused
the subject to die of old age, before he had finished speaking. The geas
spell is little different. If we simply approach Cassius, and begin to speak
as many facts about ourselves as we can recite, without pause, along with
everything else we know, it may just be possible to convince him that our
behaviour is the result of a carelessly worded geas on the part of his
mistress, causing him to believe us useless to him, and his colleagues," he
remarks, with a look of disdain, "and they may simply leave us to go on our
way, reporting to his mistress that her spell was misworded, and that the
'recruits' have been lost to madness."
"Also," he adds, as an aside, "if we go with plan three, could someone
arrange the best portrait painter in Faerun, a scrying spell, and a mug of
ale - the look on the E-O-S™'s face will be priceless.... Even I could have
worded a better geas..." |
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Posted - 13 Mar 2006 : 13:49:05
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"Maybe you could, Master Valanwé, though the fact the woman was able to cast
such a spell suggests her Art outstrips your own. While trying to pull off
that little feat, you may well be right in assuming they will want to
discard us, but I would say it is naive to imagine that they will leave us
free to walk away, rather than silencing us permanently. Given we know
little about their numbers and strength, other than that they managed to
capture us easily, I would rather not face them."
"So, continues Selm, "I feel the best thing we can do is try and play along
with the ruse for as long as possible, and see what more we can learn about
our enemies. They continue to hold all of the cards except for this one, so
I say we make the most of the one advantage we do hold. If we don't turn up,
they will know we have broken the geas and will only hunt us down. There is
always the chance, even if it is unlikely, that we can convince them that we
are still under their influence. And I cannot advocate starting a fight with
them. Therefore, this would be my suggestion as a course of action."
"I think, Selm," chips in Daleson, "that we should be prepared for a fight
anyway. If they do see through us, we ought to be ready for action, and we
can set a battlefield that favours us. Cassius alone is unlikely to pick a
fight with us, and if they expect trouble, they may well have others
listening in."
"I find it unlikely they will risk revealing themselves and starting a
large-scale fight in the Velvet Veil," agrees Selm, "so my hope is that we
will be able to deal with the situation without resorting to violence."
"You can hope," says Daleson, "but I won't be sorry to strike them down in
Lathander's name, and send them to whatever foul existence awaits them in
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Posted - 13 Mar 2006 : 14:56:29
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| Caylith nodded. "I too would not be displeased to see members of the Cult destroyed. And in all truth, the less time we spend working with them the happier I will be. Something about them grates on my nerves." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 13 Mar 2006 : 15:40:57
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"Well then," says Heran, clapping his hands together, "if I am of no further use to you, I must continue overseeing the construction of the Dawn Rising. Please do not hesitate to come to me if you need anything, I will aid you as best as you can in Lathanders mission."
The priest bows with a pleased smile on his face, " May the morn' sun shine upon you, the first Company of the Dawn Rising".
With that he leaves through a temporary door at the back, to pursue the artist and continue the conversation.
"So..now where? Do we go ahead and meet this Cassius fellow?" Caylith asks |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 16 Mar 2006 : 12:32:45
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"I strongly think we shouldn't go anywhere near him," inputs Rhiannon, "the cult took us so easily last time, we didn't even see them coming"
Selm responds, "Then what is to stop them doing it again? We can't be forever looking over
our shoulders, and I can't see them just giving up on us." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 16 Mar 2006 : 15:31:02
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| Caylith sighs, "Perhaps this is not the best location to discuss our next steps? Should we find an inn? or atleast a quiet room somewhere where we can sit down? We are all tired and overwhelmed. How much time do we have before we were supposed to 'report'"? |
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Posted - 19 Mar 2006 : 01:00:58
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"We are safer here than anywhere else, with Lathander spreading over us,"
says Daleson. "We may as well finish our discussion here, and then take our
leave. For what it's worth, I want to have this meeting, I want all of this
over with and I like to keep my enemies where I can see them, not skulking
in shadows to leap out on us at any moment. I would rather deal with them in
a simple manner involving the sharp end of my blade, but I am willing to let
others try talking first. Does anyone have any problem with this plan? If
so, speak now, for I wish to go and commune with Lathander in preparation. I
don't think any particular time was set for the meeting, but I would assume
it would not be until this evening, as that is when an establishment such as
the Velvet Veil is going to be busy. The rest of you are free to do as you
will, but keep your wits about you." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 19 Mar 2006 : 23:44:22
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"No Selm" Rhiannon says quietly, "I don't suggest we do nothing about the cult, I suggest we leave it in the hands of powerful enough to actully do something about them. I don't want what happend....."
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 20 Mar 2006 : 19:05:04
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Caylith approaches Rhiannon and lightly puts a hand on her shoulder. "Rhiannon, I understand your hesitation, but sometimes it is only those of us who are available who can do something about a wrong. I have already seen this cult kill a defenseless man..."she bows her head briefly, then looks up...her eyes flashing "For no reason other than to show they could...I do not want that to happen to another innocent. Even if all we are in a position to do is slow them down, we should at least try...." She looks at Selm, Daleson and the others. "I think though that should we decide to meet our "contact," then before we do so we should have as much preparation as possible. Daleson - you said you wished to commune with your diety - can you find anything out about the cult? Weaknesses, things we can exploit to our advantage, "code words" we should know?"
"I do not have the skills or magic to attempt such a spell." replies Daleson," My conversations with the Morninglord are a bit one-sided. Perhaps Selm has enough pull to attempt such a spell with his lord." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 25 Mar 2006 : 14:40:07
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| “I believe there is someone I would speak to,” says Valanwé abruptly. “I intend to return to the Inn not only for a drink, but at the very least, some calm and privacy which would benefit us all, I think. We could perhaps address the issue of Divine communication over lunch? I believe we may return to the temple later.” |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 26 Mar 2006 : 17:44:25
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| As the party enters the White Hart, Holfast greets them with a cheery wave, "Back so soon? And ye're spirits seem none the lighter for your journey. What can I be doing for ye? |
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Posted - 27 Mar 2006 : 22:45:25
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"I'm sorry good elf but your old room is currently in use" Holfastreplies, chancing a quick glance around the room to check if any of the few patrons were taking an interest.
"I can put you up in a few other nice rooms, though not quite as ah...shall we say practical, as your old room, but it should suffice nonetheless.
"A little cheaper than before I might add. I'll show you to your rooms and have Donna bring up a meal shortly. Bread and cheese, berries, and we still have some hot mutton soup. I hope that is acceptable." |
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Posted - 28 Mar 2006 : 07:48:02
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“Of course,” says Valanwé with a wink. “It will make for a pleasant repast. As you will perhaps infer, our comestatory interlude is not our primary concern; I would ask that we are not disturbed until our business is finished. Have Donna bring up the bill, with wine and water, and I will see to it personally.” Turning to the others momentarily, he adds: “This one’s on me – enjoy!”
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 29 Mar 2006 : 10:19:17
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Whilst in the room the party receives a knock at the door. In the entranceway stands Issinofil, and to her left is a slender elf, with a bow strapped to his back that appears to give off a kind of chilled steam.
Issinofil peers around the door and says, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Selm dear could I have a word outside?" she beckons her partner to follow her.
Once in the grounds behind the inn, she pauses and looks down at the ground before speaking, "I've been called away to Cormanthor, it seems we have more troubles than just Zhentil Keep at the moment." she sighs. "This is Emilio, he is one of us. He should be a good guide for you through the woodland by the Ashaba on the way to Shadowdale" |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 29 Mar 2006 : 15:53:30
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Emillo at the mention of his name, tilted his hooded head up to regard Selm. His gray rimmed blue eyes measure the man against whatever inward test he may have. With slender hands Emillo slides his hood back revealing his heritage of pointed ears. His voice finally broached the silence. "Hail Selm, I am Emillo Mysterion. Issinofil hath fortold me of they perilous journey and that I wouldst be of great use to thee. I hath but meager talent, but if thou wilt give me chance, I shall endeavor to prove thy trust is true."
He stood quiet awaiting what Selm would say, knowing that though they were Harpers he would have to be accepted before his aid would be taken. His right hand held fast to the bowstring slung over his right shoulder. Perched behind the bow is the hilt of a blade strapped to his back, marking him more then a simple outdoors man. A long sword shifted casually on his left hip, which bears the tell tale sign of one knowledgable in the ways of combat. His simple garb though, betrays he is one rather akin to being light of foot and free action. His tunic is a green with darker colored leggings.
"Well met, Emilio," says Selm warmly, looking the man up and down to get a
good account of him. "I am, as I imagine you've figured out, Selm. I'm sure
you can be of great use to us, and for that I am grateful. Be warned,
however, we currently tread a perilous path. Give me a few moments to say my
farewells to my lady, and I will introduce you to the rest of what has been
tagged the Company of the Dawn Rising." He bows curtly, by way of ending the
conversation, and then moves over to Issinofil, sweeping her up into his
arms, embracing her for a long time before they separate. "Keep in touch, my
love, don't do anything I wouldn't do and do try and behave. Sweet water and
light laughter until next we meet."
Issinofil laughs, kisses him on the lips and whispers, "the same to you,
love, the same to you," before departing.
Selm looks over his shoulder one final time, before ushering Emilio inside.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 29 Mar 2006 : 23:08:22
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Emillo nods as Selm needs his private time with Issinofil. He lowers his head slightly and moves to stand near the front of the building. He understood emotion, sometimes more then he felt he should. His eyes swept along the streets of the town looking at the people. He wondered if this perlious trip would take him into deaths hold, or would he once again escape its dangerous jaws?
As Selm rounds the corner to join him once again, the man leads him on, Emillo wondering at whom he will meet and what adventures lay ahead. |
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