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JeffH d20=3
Friday August 15th, 2003 5:17:07 PM
Hello everyone! Am I the first to post to this board? Here's a d20 just to start things off right.

Well, at least things are started.

Lenny d100=98
Saturday August 16th, 2003 5:50:57 AM
lotto!!...um....sorry, wrong board....figures I'd get a 98, too....LOL!!!!

Jeremy
Saturday August 16th, 2003 7:31:43 AM
Darn! I was hoping to be the first one to post on the spiffy shiny new game board :( Well I guess I was a little slow on the draw.

Alex d100=42 d20=19 d12=3 d10=2 d8=1 d6=2 d4=1 d3=2 d2=2
Saturday August 16th, 2003 8:36:15 AM
Ooohhh... Brand new arena... This is great! A roll for every die for good luck!

...Alex scans the area and is content. With a huff, he jumps up and down, examining the quality of gravity to be found in the Wold. Being the first time to post on an actual game, Alex marvels at the expanse that lies before him.

After a few jumps, and a few falls, he stops and takes a seat by his comrades who, along with him, eagerly await for Game 12 to begin. "At least we can play around for now, huh?", he says with a chuckle.

"Domi is my strength. Let his will be done..."

Kadaz d20=12
Saturday August 16th, 2003 8:40:15 AM
It's another long, boring day here in Plateau City. As usual, Kadaz was posted in Shanty Town. His official job was to stand guard at the entrance from Shanty Town to Hindquarter. Unofficially, he was to stand there and glare at anyone dressed badly who going from the poorer area to the better one without a good reason. He kept looking around him for anything unusual (spot = 12+1=13). Not that much ever happened at this gate.

He stood sweating in the sun, helm on, butt of the war axe resting on the ground. At the base of the wall behing him his guard dog, Birdie, slept in what little shade there was. Birdie occasionally twitched and gave out minor yelps, obviously dreaming doggie dreams. Kadaz smiled at that thought, glad one of them was enjoying the day.

Kadaz took off his helm and a guantlet to wipe the sweat off his head. The other posted guard glanced at Kadaz from the other side of the gate. A quick wave of revulsion swept over his face. Kadaz, disfigured by a fire when quite young, didn't even notice. People had been staring at the burn scars on him for so many years that he was quite used to them. Kadaz put his helm back on, prefering the anonymity this offered.

In his mind Kadaz went over the list of things to to after his shift was over. Back to the guard barracks. Work with Birdie for a while, trying to teach him another task. While Birdie was as well trained as any of the other guard dogs Kadaz believed the dog could learn more. And working with Birdie was much more relaxing than dealing with the other guards.

Then clean up the dog kennels. And then there would be a pile of leather items to repair. The other guards would leave their items on Kadaz's bunk to fix. He didn't mind this, it was just what he did. And if there was time after that Kadaz might be able to work on a new belt. While his was fine, he was working on one with some detailed designs. On the walk back home he'd keep his eye out for interesting designs.

But Kadaz also thought about leaving. In his chest he had accumulated a pile of gear. Soon he'd be ready to leave the guard barracks. While it was the only home he'd ever known, it was time to move on. But where? Somedays he felt anywhere else would be better.

Conner
Saturday August 16th, 2003 11:49:24 AM
Conner leaned back in his chair and gently layed his hand on the barmaids hip. "Could we have a round here Luv?" he inquired. Satisfied that she would bring another pitcher of ale to the table.

It was hot outside, even the flies were lying low to avoid the sun. When the sun went down and the oppressive heat lifted, he would take a stroll through town and find a place to stay. It was his first day back in Plateau City, and there was no rush. Who knew, the barmaid might even offer him a place to stay for the night...

Jerry
Sunday August 17th, 2003 9:30:10 AM
Hi all! Practice posting all you want for now. ;) We'll delete it all when we start officially.

Armathen
Tuesday August 19th, 2003 3:08:05 PM
Arm strode through the door of the inn, mopping his brow with an already-sodden handkerchief. He detested heat such as this, and longed for the coolness that the next season would bring. Through all of it, he still carries a striking presence about him, one who is confident in himself, and is used to people being drawn to him.

After a brief glance around the common room, he unslings his lute from his shoulder and approaches Conner. Perspiration still glistening from each earlobe like dew from a branch on a spring morning, he asks, "Greetings to you, great sir! May I inquire as to if this seat is taken? Alas, this intense heat is even too much for such as myself to stand, and I would be honored if you would allow me to join you and gain at least some repast.".

Conner
Tuesday August 19th, 2003 5:32:49 PM
Conner puts down his mug of ale and wipes the cool wet froth from his lips. "Welcome lad" he exclaims, "set yourself down right here." Conner easily manouvers the chair with his left hand and indicates to the stranger where to sit.

"Jenna!" he calls out. "Bring us another mug will ya luv?" The barmaid gives a quick nod in return and Conner turns his attention back to the newcomer.

"Don't know who this 'Great Sir' is that you were addressing...but I'm Conner and that lovely creature is Jenna. She's the only other I know in here." The burly fighter takes a long pull from his ale and smiles broadly as Jenna puts a fresh mug down beside his new companion.

"So, what might be your name?" he asks.

Armathen
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 7:49:19 AM
Arm smiles broadly, grateful for the seat. Sitting down, he replies, "Why, the "Great Sir" that I referred to was none other than yourself, my good man, but if Conner is how you wish to be addressed, that is fine with me. My name is Armathen Ebano, but my friends call me Arm. It is my sincere hope that you would do so as well. I am but a singer of songs and teller of tales, and if it pleases you, I would like to repay your hospitality with a brief interlude." Arm hefts his lute and waits for Connor's approval before beginning.

Mira
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 6:54:09 PM
A sliver of light cuts through the cool darkness of the tavern as the door is gently pushed open. The glint of light off little round eyeglasses, a tight shiny plaint of dark hair over one shoulder, and the plainest of clothes do not hide the attractiveness of the young woman. She moves easily through the room towards the bar, as one accustomed to such places. Leaning her 5 ft. 5 inch frame lightly against the bar's counter, she asks the bar-keep: "Has Terin been here today? Terin Saybik?"

Conner
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 7:35:18 PM
"Arm it is then!" Conner is pleased to have the bard play, "There isn't enough music in the Wold my friend" he exclaims "play on." Conner presses his chair away from the table to make more room for Arm to play his instrument.

The large ornate tattoo that adorns the right side of the fighter's head and partly encircles his right eye intensifies ever so slightly with his enthusiasm. The bold markings draw further attention to his thick black eyebrows, a close cropped strip of hair that stands upright along the center of his otherwise shaven head, and the dark moustache that extends into chops near his strong jawline.

Shakka Zul
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 8:19:15 PM
Silently, the doors are (once again) pushed open as a dark man, adorned with tattoos along both arms steps into the room. He is dressed in loose dark breeches and a sash, and he is completely devoid of hair except for the thick goatee on his chin. A few feet inside the door the man pauses to crack his neck to the left and right. He then makes his way to a table in the corner of the room, sits with his back to the wall, and begins gently twisting a tuft of goatee hair between his thumb and index finger.

Arm
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 9:57:57 PM
Arm smiles broadly, clearly happy to be able to ply his craft. "A song it is, then! I know just the one, too... it's one of my favorites, I hope it'll become one of yours..." Arm states jauntily as he rises and places his left foot on the chair. He then shoulders his lute and begins to play...

[OOC: this song goes to the tune of Mercedes Benz by Janis Joplin, hope you've heard it, 'cause the song'll be funnier if you have!]

IC:

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one
a battle is coming, my armor is gone
without some protection, your servant is done,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one!

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a magical sword,
I just got a dagger, that's all I could afford,
but grant me a weapon, I'll call you my lord,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a magical sword!

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a powerful ring,
or bracelet or necklace, or similar thing,
I'll do in all monsters, and then I shall sing:
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a powerful ring,

Oh Torm, won't you give me the Crown of Command,
or even that infamous Veccna'ses hand,
a Holy Avenger, a staff if you can,
Oh Torm, won't you give me the Crown of Command,

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one
a battle is coming, my armor is gone
without some protection, your servant is done,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one!

Arm
Wednesday August 20th, 2003 10:01:02 PM
After he finishes, Arm sets the lute by the table and looks around to see who was watching and/or listening...

Conner
Thursday August 21st, 2003 8:34:45 AM
Conner laughs loudly and applauds Arm's efforts vigorously. "Well sung lad! Well sung! That certainly deserves another mug." Conner pours the bard another mug of ale from the pitcher on the table and bushes it towards Arm.

"And what did the rest of you think?" he lets his gaze stop for a moment on each individual in the inn.

Mira
Thursday August 21st, 2003 5:28:03 PM
The rich, full sound of the lute fills the room causing the young woman to turn around. She signals for a mug of cider, and leans with her back against the bar. As she listens to the merry bard sing his song, a broad smile spreads across her face and she nods her head along with the melody.

Mira joins the other patrons in applauding the bard's performance. She lifts her drink to her lips, her emerald green eyes meeting the fighter's steady gaze over the rim. Unable to bear the intensity of his fierce dark eyes, she breaks off first. Putting her mug back on the bar, and turning her back to the room.

Arm
Thursday August 21st, 2003 6:46:16 PM
Arm takes the offered mug and drains it in nearly 1 gulp. "Ah...your hospitality is much appreciated. You know, I feel yet another song coming on."

Once again positioning his lute, Arm says, "On a more serious note, this one is called 'The Flight of the Paladins.' I hope you like it."

The sky is the stage, with a storm all around;
The audience helplessly waits on the ground.

The dragons above claim the sky as their own,
And flame marks the path over which they have flown.

Then up from below comes a thunderous cry;
The paladin airborne appears in the sky!

Each knight on his pegasus, lances at hand;
To battle they ride, in a glorious stand.

Mere words can't describe the magnificent fight,
As dragon and paladin battle this night.

Raw courage and steel against talon and breath,
As more than one hero earns honor in death.

The blood of both evil and good falls like rain,
But when it is over, no dragons remain.

Perhaps but a dream, or a vision, and yet,
Those sharing this vision shall never forget.

When he is finished, Arm bows his head for a few seconds, as if in silent mourning for the paladins that died, then raises his head and looks inquiringly at Connor.

Shakka Zulu
Thursday August 21st, 2003 9:53:14 PM
Upon hearing this song the dark man with the tattoos stops twisting the tuft of hair and turns his focus on the man with the lute. He listens intently, and remains silent until the end of the song.

There upon, under his breath he says, "One dragon remains..."

Conner
Friday August 22nd, 2003 11:24:13 AM
"Even better than the first Arm!" The fighter pounds the table with the open palm of his hand causing small waves of ale to overtop the edge of his mug and splatter to the table. He gives Arm a hearty pat on the back, "I'll be right back."

Conner approaches the slim women at the bar, hoping to make amends if his earlier gaze had offended her. "Uh...miss? I...I didn't mean to scare you...I mean...I was kinda hoping you would join us..." He flashes his most disarming smile and extends his arm pointing to the table and the bard.

Arm
Friday August 22nd, 2003 12:49:10 PM
Arm, seeing that Conner is gesturing in his direction, raises his tankard to the young woman and smiles invitingly to her.

Upon glancing around the tavern, he notices the dark gentleman in the corner staring intently at him. He raises the tankard in his direction as well, but receiving no response, thinks to himself, "harumph....critic...", and returns his attention to the bar, where his new found friend is still speaking to the young lady.

Mira
Friday August 22nd, 2003 7:19:06 PM
When the bard thrums his instrument, Mira relaxes a little. She half listens to the lyrics but when 'dragons' are mentioned, she starts, and visibly blanches.

Sensing the warmth of the fighter's body, before hearing his words, she turns in his direction and listens to his invitation. His genuine tones and disarming smile win her over. She nods, first at the man in front of her, and then the seated bard. As she picks up her mug of cider and moves towards the table indicated, she asks: "And you are...?"

Conner
Monday August 25th, 2003 10:51:07 PM
Conner escorts the pretty young woman over to the table, moving a chair aside to allow her passage. "My name is Conner." He smiles again at her, "I'm a soldier... well I used to be a soldier. I've only been a civilian for a week and I've only been back in Plateau City for a day. I worked a vinyard on the second plateau before enlisting, but that was quite a while back." Aware that he may be talking too much, Conner pulls out a chair for the woman and falls silent.

Mira
Monday August 25th, 2003 10:55:58 PM
Mira nods her head in acknowledgement Conner introduces himself. When he has finished she turns to the bard and looking overtop her spectacles, fixes him with her gaze. "And what is your story?" she inquires.

Arm
Tuesday August 26th, 2003 7:47:36 AM
Arm stands and bows deeply from the waist as the young lady joins their company. When they are all seated, he says, "My name is Armathen Ebano, but you may call me Arm. It is a distinct honor to share a table with someone as lovely as yourself. I am a singer of songs and teller of tales, known to others as a Bard. I have been travelling for many a year plying my trade, and I have just today arrived in Plateau City. From what I have seen thus far, I may decide to bide my time here for quite a while." As he says this, he looks intently at their new guest.

"What about you, my dear lady? With some information from you, perhaps I can compose a song in your honor, with your permission, of course?" he adds after a brief moment.

Mira
Tuesday August 26th, 2003 10:01:36 PM
Mira pushes her glasses back on her nose from where they had slipped and addresses Arm, "Mira" she says. "My name is Mira Silver. I was raised here in Plateau City but I have been away for three years now. I have returned on news of my fathers death to settle his affairs. Perhaps others are more worthy of your efforts for I have no tale to tell."

She settles more comfortably in her chair and signals the bar for another cider.

Conner
Tuesday August 26th, 2003 10:08:37 PM
Conner listens to Mira and the bard exchange pleasantries. He only wishes he could converse with the ladies as smoothly as the half-elf does.

Arm
Wednesday August 27th, 2003 6:16:59 AM
Arm normally smiling countenance turns grim for a moment. Taking Mira's hand in both of his, he says, "My deepest condolences on the loss of your father. May the gods look upon him with great favor."

Bowing his head in respect for a moment, he releases her hand, then says, "Perhaps a song will lighten the mood."

Shouldering his lute once again, he begins:

Oh once, there was merry,
A sweet little lady,
Who traveled, and traveled, about and out oh!

Well, she went a court-in,
But he was a snort-in,
On his whiskey, being frisky, and free-he-he-ho!

So she wouldn't marry,
Nor would she tarry,
But she left him, bereft him,
All - a-a-lone!

And when she was pretty,
He became so witty,
That she fell, as well, in love-e-oh!

And so they were married,
And didn't they tarry?
But soon they were more,
Who were alive, alive oh!

After he finished, Arm once again sat at the table and took another drink of fine ale...

Kadaz
Wednesday August 27th, 2003 11:38:46 AM
The door opens again, letting a gust of fresh air in. A short, stout figure, hidden beneath a stained hooded cloak, moves to the bar. A well-groomed dog trails at his feet. The figure mutters a few words to the barkeep and trades a few small coins for a mug of ale. He and the dog move to a table in a corner. He keeps his face hidden under the cloak's hood. But from the way the hood moves it seems that the hidden figure is watching the others in the tavern.

Xandar
Wednesday August 27th, 2003 2:25:42 PM
A handsome half-elven male enters the tavern in a huff. He takes a look around the room and hurries toward the bartender, almost tripping in his haste. Taking sometime to clear his throat, he whispers something into the bartender's ear, looks into his eyes and softly says, "I'm sorry. I did all that I could. He's gone to a better place now..." At this, Xandar bows his head and slowly walks toward the tavern's exit.

As he trudged along, the harmonious voice of a singing bard fills his ears. He stops and takes in a deep breath, and holds onto the small hammer symbol around his neck. "Music and pleasantries fill the air," Xandar thinks to himself, "but I can offer nothing but grief and sorrow. Sometimes, I wonder if I am cursed to live a life of constant tragedy." He shakes his head slightly and continues on...

Conner
Wednesday August 27th, 2003 9:01:19 PM
Conner listens politely to Arm's song, but the cloaked figure with the dog has piqued his curiosity and distracted him from the bard's finale.

"Sorry Arm," he offers. "It's just that I am sure I saw that dog when I came into the quarter yesterday." He puzzles for a moment before continuing, "Yes, I'm sure I saw that dog at the gate to Shantytown."

Conner gets up from the table and walks over to the cloaked figure in the corner. "Friend, is that your fine dog?" Conner squats down to get a better look at the dog (and beneath the cloak if given the opportunity). "I saw a dog just like this one near the gate to Shantytown yesterday."

Mira
Thursday August 28th, 2003 12:24:26 AM
When the forward bard clasps her hand, Mira has a brief moment of panic, but before she can whisper a defensive incantation the bard releases her.

She crosses her arms protectively across her chest and watches as Conner approaches the cloaked figure in the corner. Her eyes flit momentarily to rest on the human with the tattooed forearms before returning to the extroverted fighter and the shadowy figure and his dog.

Xandar
Thursday August 28th, 2003 1:38:10 AM
The overwhelming scent of wet dogs fills the air as Xandar makes his way out of the tavern. Without warning, a rather muscular man crosses Xandar's path and piques the half-elf's interest. Not being accustomed to seeing such hairstyles everyday, Xandar takes a moment to gaze upon the mohawked human as he saunters towards a cloaked figure to the far end of the room.

Xandar smiles slightly and turns his head towards the table from where the mohawked man came from. His eyes fell upon a charming young bard whose melodic voice flowed across the room and a rather attractive woman whose arms were defensively crossed across her chest. Xandar bites his lower lip and furrows his eyebrows. "Haven't I seen this woman before?" Xandar shakes his head at this thought and lets out a sigh.

He then looks towards the bar area to see that the bartender has left, and in his stead was a younger man of medium build. Xandar closes his eyes and softly says, "Gargul's hand can sometimes be cruel, but it is always fair. Domi, grant him strength at this, his hour of despair. Through your suffering, comfort him and give him courage to live on. Bless him, and keep him safe..."

After uttering his small prayer, Xandar takes another look at the woman to his right and stares at her. After giving up at trying to remember why the woman seemed so familiar to him, he reverts his attention back to the tavern exit and continues on.

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