Homeward Bound - DM Donna Friday July 14th, 2006 1:55:32 AM
The Talons are able to rest up without being attacked by anything in the night. The next day K'Nara arranges transport for the group in a caravan that is headed back to the Emerald Kingdom. She is convinced that the party can't get home soon enough.
The trip back is a lot more comfortable (this time the group isn't being smuggled past checkpoints--the tales of how they triumphed in the Arena competition have paved the way home for them, it seems.) The "Green Claws" are ferried through to the border of the Emerald Kingdom with a lot of toasting and fanfare.
"The only thing that woulda made the victory sweeter was if our home team had won," Gutmasher admits as he waves farewell to the departing Talons, "But you can't have everything!" Then he goes back to join the celebration feast with the other denizens of the Shadow Lands town.
"You have to hand it to the citizens around here..." K'Nara remarks with a smirk, "They sure know how to make a party last."
Once back in the Emerald Kingdom, however, the very atmosphere seems to change rather tangibly. Olana, Ingrge, Falin, Lian and K'Nara can all literally feel something in the air.
"The Culverwood." K'Nara says suddenly. "It's...different. It's...more aware." The truth of her words washes over the elves of the party (as well as anyone with the Forest Walking Feat.)
The Talons make their way back towards their Tower, looking forward to finding out how to spend their hard-won loot. They find out along the way that Parnoth has "claimed" many thousands of elves as his personal property--and that many thousands more are being hunted as fugitives to the edge of the Culverwood. Apparently, however, Parnoth's army doesn't have enough bodies in it to brave the newly-aware forest and rarely penetrates into it.
"Parnoth..." K'Nara growls, her fair face scrunching into a scowl. She still harbors less-than-loving feelings after having been the target of two separate murder attempts at the dragon's behest, as well as finding out about his duplicitous behavior when it came to the elven population of the Kingdom.
Soon, however, the familiar silhouette of the Saryd Tower comes into view and the Talons quicken their pace to reach its grounds as soon as they can. Indeed, on the very edge of the Tower's assigned desmesne, the stoic ghost guard--Commander Thauramec Brusse--materializes and salutes the members of the party.
"Ma'am, welcome back, ma'am!" he greets K'Nara in his typical military manner. The living members of the party can see that the human blade singer is not too comfortable being addressed so, but she nods.
"Commander Brusse, thank you." she says.
"Ma'am, do you wish my report, ma'am?" Brusse asks, clearly eager to tell K'Nara something.
"Belay that until the Talons get to the Tower itself, commander." K'Nara orders quickly--she's just NOT up to listening to a dreary, over-detailed report about how the forest has been growing lately. "After we've had a chance to eat." As an afterthought, the tall redhead adds: "Dismissed!"
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" Brusse responds, saluting and, turning smartly on one ghostly heel, marches back towards the Tower, dissolving into invisibility as he goes.
"Whew! That was close!" K'Nara comments aloud with a wink. Everyone hurries all the faster towards the Tower, only to stop short once they clear the surrounding forest. The sight before them is utterly incredible:
There are huts everywhere! Loosely organized without the stone wall that surrounds the Saryd Tower. What used to be overgrown meadowland now sports a population of elves!
"Good gods!" K'Nara gasps, her jaw hanging. "There must be...hundreds--maybe even thousands?--of people here! What in The Wold happened???"
Brother Bertram Friday July 14th, 2006 12:43:28 PM
Bertram remarks wryly, "Perhaps we should have listened to his report."
Ingrge Friday July 14th, 2006 2:32:15 PM
The grouchy elf actually seems to have a light spring in his step and, could that be, a smile touching his whistling lips, as the talons make their way home. As they clear the forest and see the conglomeration of huts and elves, Ingrge raises an eyebrow and seesm to be actively searching for something.
Lian Friday July 14th, 2006 3:28:58 PM
"Hello Brusse."
"Um, I hope there's a good explaination for all these refugees. The Tower's not going to be able to accomidate this number, will it?"
The monk unconciously looks for his parents and a few monks from the temple from deep within the wood.
Then the elf remembers leaving his feeble old horse. He can't wait to see if he's alright.
Falin Friday July 14th, 2006 3:46:00 PM
The trip brings great joy to his heart the closer they get to the forest.
It had been so long for him. The sudden disapearence and then reapperence with his friends in the tower. So much time lost.
He stops as they come into view of the huts and the elves.
"So many," he scans the area, "So many elves. And from the looks they dropped everything to come here. Parnoth must truely be driving fear into the hearts of the elven populace for this."
Brother Bertram Friday July 14th, 2006 9:51:00 PM
"If there choices are death or slavery at the hands of Parnoth, then we will gladly accomodate them...somehow." The Dwarf grew thoughtful as he pondered his loot gained in the tower. It would feed a large number of people for a very very long time.
Olana Friday July 14th, 2006 11:55:36 PM
Olana stays mostly silent as the Talons travel back, clinging to Milo like a limpet.
As they get closer to the forest of Culverwood however, she stops at one point, crouches, and lays her hand flat on the ground. "So, mother awakens," she says to no one in particular. "Interesting."
"Hi Brusse, you look like I feel," is her greeting to their ghost guard as they get nearer home.
As for the makeshift 'city of elves' clustered around the Tower, she merely bites her lip and raises an eyebrow.
Gunther Saturday July 15th, 2006 12:43:14 AM
His eyes bulging at the refugee camp, Gunther sighs. Elves...pretentious, tree hugging, holier than thou elves... thousands of them! How in the world am I ever going to get any training time alone with my kitty with all this clamor going on? Gunther huffs. Probably hate the thought of me even having her...say she ought to be free or some none sense like that. Rubbing his throbbing temple, Gunther travels along silently, nightmares of spending the rest of his life surrounded by throngs of elves filling his mind.
Strangers in Paradise - DM Donna Saturday July 15th, 2006 2:09:35 AM
K'Nara whirls at Bertram's comment, but the dwarven cleric appears to be merely filled with the relief that he can, once more, feel connected to Domi and Gargul. The tall female warrior harrumphs and turns back to the amazing spectacle of basic elven civilization surrounding the Tower.
"I don't understand why all these people would just...just settle here..." the leader of the Talons says, obviously flabbergasted. "I mean--we were only just awarded the Tower a short time ago. I'm sure that the renovator we hired hasn't even half-finished the work that was to be done--"
Even as the Talons are speculating amongst themselves, their arrival hasn't gone unnoticed. Soon the party becomes aware that the elves closest to them have stopped, staring and whispering amongst themselves.
"Well...let's go see if I can catch up with Brusse for that report, then." K'Nara says, starting to move forward once more. "If not him, then perhaps Rainara can explain..."
As the Talons continue their trek, more and more of the villagers are not only stopping to stare, but are gathering in ever-larger numbers and drawing closer to the group. K'Nara exchanges puzzled glances with her colleagues but determinedly presses on.
It is the squeal of a child that causes K'Nara pause, though:
"Salyl! Tastol! Aestaesar Salyl!!!" The joy in the youngling's voice cannot be denied. Even as K'Nara halts with a rather stunned look on her face, the crowd surges forward and--before any of the Talons can do more than even blink--sweeps the entire group up on their collective shoulders and bears them aloft towards the Tower, chanting a repetition of the child's words...
"Tastol! Aestaesar Salyl!!!"
For those PCs who can speak/understand Elven, Highlight to display spoiler: { the child (apparently recognizing the members of the group) squealed: "Talons! Champions! Emerald Talons!" The crowd is repeating "Champions! Emerald Talons!"}
The throng certainly sounds happy, but their cries and the mode of transportation they are using to get the Talons to the Tower leave the group without the means to have any real conversation.
The party is quickly transported to the front door of the Tower, but the crowd continues to hold the Talons aloft, chanting in Elven and obviously very, very excited to see the group.
The door opens and out steps the familiar figure of Rainara Themol.
"What are you all do--" she demands, then realizes that the Talons are home...even if none of them have their feet on the ground. Her eyes widen and the elder elf waves her hands, silently ordering the crowd to put the Talons back on their feet.
The crowd obeys, but all the unfamiliar elves are still grinning ear to ear.
"Welcome home, noble ones," Rainara says, bowing, "While you were away...there have been some changes..."
"So we see." K'Nara acknowledges the bow with one of her own. "Dearlady--what's happened? Why are all these peop--"
The door bursts open once again, and out of the Tower rushes a rather pretty elf female. She has flowing white hair, almost platinum in color. It contrasts very nicely with her dark (but not quite black) skin. She's maybe an inch or two over four feet and she looks eagerly about until her emerald eyes alight upon--
"Ingrge!" the female cries, her eyes growing all the warmer upon seeing the weapon mage. She practically throws herself at him and passionately administers an elven embrace.
K'Nara quirks an eyebrow as the liplock stretches out for a bit.
"Ahem." she says, coughing politely. "I do hope you brought enough for everyone..?" The blade singer's humorous comment is enough to make the new arrival step back, but not enough to dim the smile or look of affection that the female elf favors Ingrge with.
"I do believe..." K'Nara says, "...that some explanations are in order...Ingrge..? Rainara..?"
DM OOC: I will be making at least two (if not more) transitional posts over the weekend. Players are free to post more than once a day until midnight on Sunday (Woldian Time), at which time normal posting rules will be in effect once again.
Falin Saturday July 15th, 2006 4:26:52 AM
The crowds coming in towards the groups causes some anxiety for the Sharpshooter. He was not used to praise. Especially for the few instances he has been able to help the group.
So many elves. So many people caused pain by such an evil creature. Falins thoughts drift to his family and thier death by that same evil.
Brother Bertram Saturday July 15th, 2006 4:31:43 AM
After conquering his fears of being dropped and lost in the surging crowd, Bertram manages to be gracious until he can find out what is going on. But even he cant help but grin at Ingrge's welcome. Although she was not what any of them would have expected...Now just who was she?
Lian Saturday July 15th, 2006 10:31:51 AM
The large group also feels uncomfortable to Lian, elven in nature or not, this group is well beyond what Lian would expect for the Tower grounds to hold. The grounds simply bursts at the seams.
The monk pushes his way to the leader of the Talons. "K'nara, I think I'm going to check out the Tower... you know, to see how, um, security is getting on. Then I'll check on the horses... and...." He eyes the crowd pointedly and looks back at the red-head. Then whispers, "...I'll be in my room."
Aeralia d20+13=32 Saturday July 15th, 2006 2:46:18 PM
Aeralia hated performing for higher class audiences, adventurers, nobility and the like. They were harder to scare, harder to please, and most the time, everything needed to be about them. But she knew this, and knew how to modify her shows to suit these specific needs. Retainers of powerful people, like her current audience, usually were satisfied when stories rewarded the people like themselves. Wealth and glory, and honor passed from their employers, were all something most of them wanted, and so could get behind a hero such as themselves, earning such a glory. She, of course, prefered catoring to simple and decent folk, but she hadn't much choice. The people in this tower strongly requested that she performed for them, so that was what she would do.
The young artist continues her perfomance from her invisible position on the side wall; she was the director of her magical marionettes, not part of the actual show. Hearing the chanting and commotion outside from her position beside the fireplace, Aeralia glances for a short time towards the open gates hoping to steal a peek at what all the fuss is about and where some of her audience is going, though she's in no position to do so. Just as her glance and thoughts shift to whats going on outside, a massive dragon, some thirty feet in length, slams down into view on the stone floor inside the tower, rearing its head out to observe the happenings as well. The gargantuan creature is covered in red, glissening scales, and rasor sharp horns and spikes. It does seem to be missing wings that are commonly associated with dragons, but looks certainly fearsome, none the less. It remains completely motionless as its dreadful gaze falls across the talons, and the thousands of elves outside the tower.
'Damnit.' The young stage artist thinks to herself, realizing she'd gotten distracted. 'Terrin's not going to have anything good to say about this,' she groans in her head, stealing a quick glance to her longtime friend, who stood deathly still on the other side of the open gates. Turning her attention back to the matters at hand, Aeralia concentrates hard as the magic begins to flow from within her, quickly making sure she keeps track of everything already in the room. After a few moments, enough time for her new spell to replace the old, the large beast roars loudly and turns its head back into the great hall. Finishing its bellowing roar, the beast belches a massive jet a flame towards the eastern wall inside the tower, incinerating a group of six foul and evil looking knights that had until then been readying bows and a large catapult looking contraption.
The knights had also been convienently stationed in front of the young entertainer's main audience, and the massive flames buffet and sear against an invisible wall of magic she had placed in front of them less then a minute ago. As the unfortunate knights quickly disintegrate into nothing at the creatures foul flaming breathe, an almost-unbearable, yet just barely withstandable heat radiates around the defensive wall towards the onlookers, adding a bit more reality and a sense of fear and excitement to the scene. 'Involve the crowd,' her old dwarvish mentor had always told her. 'Make 'em feel they are there, not just watch'n.' She wasn't about to loose her audience to whatever those refugees were doing, so she intensified her sounds a little to try and cut the commotion; the dragon roared a little louder, the flames and fire raged on with more intensity, and the dying knights' cries echo more throughout the small hall.
(Perform: 32) (OOC: Casting a Silent/Still Major Image to overlap the lost illusion)
Lian d20+18=25 d20+9=19 d20+19=31 d20+7=16 Saturday July 15th, 2006 6:26:40 PM
The monk slowly moves into the Tower, passing strangers and familiar folks.
He comes to the main hall and gets a surprise. "Oh my!" (Move Silently 25, Spot 19, Listen 31, Hide 16)
He quickly moves back to the rest of the Talons to tell them who he sees. They won't believe it!
Ch-Ch-Changes! - DM Donna Sunday July 16th, 2006 2:32:41 AM
It is Rainara who apparently gets to explain the population explosion first.
"Mistress," she says to K'Nara, "You remember that, before you left, you gave my husband and me those bracelets--the one with your symbol on them...the mark of the talons..?" The elder elf held up her left hand to show off the bracelet in question.
"Yes...to keep Parnoth from pouncing on you and enslaving you." K'Nara says with a nod. "I remember."
"Two days after you left, my daughter and her family came to the Tower." Rainara continues. "She had been working in the city with her husband, but the edict...she didn't want to be a slave, so she came here, thinking to ask sanctuary of the Tower's guardians--only you were gone. I...I couldn't turn my own child and grandchildren and great-grandchildren away..."
"I...can understand...but I didn't realize that your family was quite THIS big..." K'Nara replies, looking around at the huge crowd of elves.
"Oh, no, mistress, it isn't!" Rainara says emphatically. "My offspring and theirs number merely 57."
"Merely...57." the leader of the Talons echoes. "Well...there are more than 57 elves here, I daresay..."
"Yes, mistress..." Rainara agrees, "...you see, soon after my children and their families came here to the Tower, more elves began arriving. As you know, the Tower of Saryd has been considered a traditional place of sanctuary for all of elvenkind--it was quite natural that anyone of The Blood would seek this place out. I...I couldn't just turn them away--they came for help!"
"N-no...I can understand that you couldn't..." K'Nara assures the housekeeper, "But...there are SO many--surely Parnoth would have noticed..?"
"Aye, mistress, that he did." Rainara nods. "Just last week he sent a squadron of his troops to round up the elves here--but Rethus had anticipated this...he had prepared for such a possibility." At this point, a familiar male elf appears at Rainara's side, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"How..? What..?" the human blade singer asks. Rethus grins sheepishly and holds up his left wrist.
"More bracelets." he says simply. The elven multitude all very proudly hold up their wrists, too--each and every one of them sports a bracelet that has the seal of the Talons on it.
"That way, Parnoth's agents had to go away since the elves here were already owned...by YOU." Rainara explains proudly, then quickly amends, "Or, rather, by the Emerald Talons--but with you as the leader, you are considered our owner."
"WHAT???" K'Nara splutters, looking positively aghast. The elves around the party, however, are unfazed.
"It saved everyone here from becoming Parnoth's slave!" Rainara insists. "All 1873 of us are free--"
"Valyrn's baby." Rethus reminds his wife.
"Oh--right!" she says, then corrects herself: "All 1874 of us are free because of these bracelets...even if we must say we are your property."
"...1874..?" K'Nara repeats, looking a little ill.
"As of this morning." Rainara confirms. "However...I'm afraid that there IS something that neither Rethus nor I anticipated..."
"Oh..?" the blade singer asks warily. "What would that be..?"
"Taxes." Rainara says, making a face. "Parnoth insists that you must pay tax on your property or it is forfeited to his possession...and by 'property', he means not only the Tower and its lands--but all 1874 elves here, too..!"
Brpther Bertram Sunday July 16th, 2006 5:35:42 AM
Bertram listens to this and walks off as he hears Parnoth's new plan. He is heard muttering something about, "....Taxation....representation..." He takes a tour of the tower to see how it is shaping up, letting his anger cool.
Falin Sunday July 16th, 2006 6:01:21 AM OOC: Dang, I thought I would be the first to say that Bertram :)
Falin shakes his head as he begins to hear of the elves' plight. The color is his face begins to change as he gets upset about the whole situation.
"I am going to go get myself in a more cheerful mood." Falin says walking out into the crowd to mingle a bit and talk with people.
The talk with the people helps, especially the children. Always having a weak spot in his heart for kids Falin soon finds himself in a rather big game of tag and he is it. Either the kids are much faster than he is or he is lagging to keep the game going.
Ingrge Sunday July 16th, 2006 3:38:15 PM
Uncomfortable at being hoisted and carried upon other elves' shoulders, the dour elf is relieved to be placed back on his feet as Rainara answers the door, only to be engulfed by what appears to be a drow female. Getting soundly kissed requires a good response and Ingrge does his best to respond in kind and then realizes that they are surrounded by a throng of people. "I told you I would return." Gently setting Caeryn down and to the side, a somewhat abashed Ingrge looks around at the other Talons.
"Umm, K'nara, Bertram, everyone, This is my wife Caeryn. Caeryn, These are the Talons, indicating each in turn. K'nara, Brother Bertram, Olana, Milo, Lian, Falin and Gunther."
Listening to Rainara's story, Ingrge feels himself getting hot as the evils of Parnoth are once again clear to see. "I knew that overgrown, stinking, green chameleon couldn't keep a bargain."
Lian Sunday July 16th, 2006 3:55:47 PM
The monk reappears suddenly at K'Nara's clutching a stitch in his side. Out of breath, he says, "M-Mop!... and... cronies! In the Hall awaiting payment, taxes."
"I am not sure if they know that we are here yet."
Greeting Family and...Non-Friends - DM Donna Sunday July 16th, 2006 5:24:49 PM
K'Nara sweeps into a gracious bow.
"Kaerol tia moraes." the blade singer says in Elven. "As Ingrge is my brother, so you, now, are my sister."
"Sal o, moraes." Caeryn responds with a warm smile. (OOC Note: Caeryn is pronounced "see-yair-en".)
"Mistress Caeryn has been of immense help to us, Mistress K'Nara." Rainara says emphatically. "She is a master of organization--once it became clear that many of our brethren were seeking sanctuary here, 'twas her skills as a merchant and a manager that kept the entire place from becoming a madhouse. It may look...well, it DOES look very crowded here, but it's organized and very well maintained."
"Why, thank you, Caeryn." K'Nara says, bowing once more. "The Talons are in your debt."
"Not at all." the gracious half-Drow replies. "It's the least I could do for my family's new home. The settlers here choose to call it Si Madyrn os Saryd si Cysti os Thaedys."
"That's...a bit of a mouthful for us mere humans." K'Nara says with a chuckle, then muses. "Hmmm...Saryd's Shadow, the home of freedom. Nice name...but I expect that Common mapmakers will shorten that to just Madyrn. Easier to fit on a map, you know--"
Just at this moment, Lian returns and excitedly makes his report about Mop being here to collect on the taxes. K'Nara frowns, turning to Rainara and Caeryn.
"Dearladies, I'm beginning more and more to regret not listening to Brusse's report." she says. "What's this about Mop..?" Both the elder elf and the half-Drow exchanged glances.
"Mop is here with a squadron of Parnothians." Caeryn explains. "They arrived less than an hour ago, so I suggested that they avail themselves of the Tower's hospitality while we awaited your imminent arrival."
"Does he know about--?"
"Bai, moraes!" Caeryn denies with a vigorous shake of her head. "The goods you had sent on for the Tower arrived yesterday...and I had a very hard time finding space for it. I'm afraid that the monk's training room was the only place big enough. Mop doesn't know it's here...but he has a score of those...Parnoth-beings. He definitely will wish to take something on behalf of his master--or he will loose those...those pandryl pydol on the populace here."
K'Nara frowns, as she agrees with Caeryn's opinion that the Parnothians are, literally, "dragon droppings"...but twenty of them? And so close to untrained civilians...
"Don't try to fight them, moraes," advises Caeryn, "Mop is clearly expecting for the Emerald Talons to agree to give over all the elves here in exchange for keeping the Tower and its lands. I do not doubt that--if you ask Parnoth's price for all the 'property' here, it will be a fraction of the treasure you have here at the Tower."
The chestnut-maned blade singer rubs her chin, her face with a bit of scowl on it.
"I don't have the right to speak for everyone," she says, "As all of us earned the treasure with all of our efforts. So, what say you, Talons--should we try to fight Mop and twenty Parnothians...or try to negotiate paying the Big Green pandryl pydol off to leave Madyrn in peace..?"
DM OOC: consider EVERYONE here for this question (even Brother Bertram), because EVERYONE must have a say in this.
Lian Sunday July 16th, 2006 9:04:18 PM
Lian looks at K'Nara and frowns bitterly. "The Golds took Old Greenie's claw sometime ago. I suggest we take his Moppish right hand today. I think we could deal with them. We did just escape Hell and for what? Taxes and the old tyrant? I've grown tired of cowboy diplomacy. It's time to take out the trash!" The monk pounds a fist into his palm.
"I'd rather give all this treasure to the people of Culverwood than to that Green Terror."
"Lets take Mop, here and now. Make it so Parnoth has to do his own dirty work for once."
K'Nara Sunday July 16th, 2006 9:41:25 PM
"I would like nothing better than to get rid of not only Mop but Parnoth as well." K'Nara agrees with Lian. Caeryn's and Rainara's expressions are worried and strained.
"But consider, please--we are NOT the only ones here...we're surrounded by 1874 largely untrained civilians...many of whom are likely not able to flee the area readily. I don't doubt that Mop would advocate tactics that would involve that squadron to start taking prisoners--or just out-and-out begin a wholesale slaughter." the leader of the Talons points out. "I have utter faith in my comrades-in-arms...but you know that there's no real way we could guarantee that nobody else would get hurt if we started something." K'Nara's lips twist a bit.
"Besides, I daresay that we WOULD be spending that money on the people who deserve it...we'd be buying their freedom from Parnoth. What better gift for the people here, hmmm..?"
Brother Bertram Sunday July 16th, 2006 10:34:28 PM
Bertram slips back down quietly in time to join the conversation. "I cant risk these poor peasants to Parnoth's wrath over some coin. I am open to suggestions, but right now we would be killing them as if we laid them low ourselves."
Falin Monday July 17th, 2006 12:24:00 AM
"If we would be able to keep the filth in the castle while we took them there would be minimal exposure to the civilians."
He looks over the refugees, "If we pay who is to say that once Parnoth knows we will pay he wont send someone over tomorrow or the next day looking for back taxes?"
Gunther Monday July 17th, 2006 12:28:22 AM
The human shudders at the thought of being surrounded by so many elves with no respite in site. He heaves a heavy sigh as a headache builds like a brooding storm in his skull. "Miss K'nara's right. Ve can't risk it right now. It vould be better to vait until de ball is in our court.... Den ve slaughter dem all and nail dere hides to de tover vall!!"
Ingrge Monday July 17th, 2006 7:52:46 AM
I Suppose we could just bring the whole tower down on top of them, but, although it would be fun, I think we would spend more rebuilding the tower, than just paying the taxes this time. We can work on wards and things to keep the rifraff out once they're gone. I think a few traps or the such loaded with arrows of emerald dragon slaying would slow them down a bit......
DM Donna Monday July 17th, 2006 8:41:04 AM
I will be replacing this particular post with a transitional one later; meanwhile, DM Jan will contact everyone about when the Emerald Talons are to start posting on the Platinum Dragons board. Until then, the party has decided by majority to fork over the taxes and wait until the odds of a fight are more in their favor.
Milo Monday July 17th, 2006 5:18:06 PM
Milo chuckles, "Pay the taxes at present. There are too many that could get hurt in a fight this close to home. Besides... I've been mulling over a plan or two to liberate some of Parnoth's treasure anyways." The halfling's sly smile seems to brim with confidence and he ponders the possibilities.
Lian Monday July 17th, 2006 6:36:47 PM
For the first time in near memory, Lian disagrees with all the Talons.
"These people will have to learn to fight at some point. Peasants are only peasants when a tyrant keeps them downtrodden. Are WE not just as bad if we keep them in a state of defenselessness?! Uprising might be what is needed. I realize nearly 1900 civilians are urtrained, but regardless of training, I think even 1900 to 21 are good odds, especially if they are accompanied by the Talons. I'm not talking about bloodbath, just an escort away from the Tower."
The monk has said his peace.
"Milo, I'm in if you would like my help." Smiles the elf.
Falin Monday July 17th, 2006 10:46:07 PM
"Lian," Falin says, "Perhaps, so we are more prepared for what comes in the future, we should begin training the civilians to defend themselves. If we give them some training imagine how effective they would be at defending their homes and each other."
Aeralia d20+13=31 Monday July 17th, 2006 11:12:52 PM
Not knowing of the Talon's arrival, or their discussions outside, the young stage artist continues to weave her flashy and magical tale. She had cut out alot from her normal performace, the audience filled of dragon-men didn't seem ones to care for any sort of romantical themes she might try to add in, thinking more just blood and violence; and so she was coming to the conclusion of her short tale. The illusionary hero of her performace, who bore a striking resemblance to her 'guest of honor', Mop, had slain nearly three dozen enemies, and was now locked in a flashy swordfight with the evil king, all under the watchful eyes of the dragon overlord.
"Clash!, clash!, clash!" echoed the magical swords both combatants wielded, swinging and parrying in very powerful, yet easily blockable blows. Aeralia wasn't much of one for melee combat, and so her illusions certainly weren't the best of combatants either. Sure, they were flashy, and gave a good show with the minimal amount of knowledge she had on stage fighting, but an experienced warrior could certainly tear apart her magical puppets' weak fighting skills. The final combat comes to a quick end as the Heroic Mop look-a-like thrusts his sword valiantly through his opponents chest, and with loud cries, claims his victory as the 'evil king' slumped to the ground.
Aeralia quickly ends her theatrical show, the remaining characters slowly phasing from sight as she lets the spell's magic diminish.
"Pantheon, just strike me down now," she mumbles to herself, disgusted at her own adaptation to make such a beast, and such a man look anything like some sort of hero. Still invisible, Aeralia slips away from the fireplace and off towards the open gates, awaiting any sort of criticism or barating that her audience might give. Locking eyes on Terrin, Aeralia's friend snaps into motion from his complete stillness, moving towards the gates along side Aeralia.
Olana Tuesday July 18th, 2006 2:06:55 AM
Olana covers up her feelings of being uncomfortable and overwhelmed by being taciturn and aloof. With her dark leathers and strapped on weaponry, she cuts a solumn and not to be messed with figure, and she attempts to find a quiet spot to collect her thoughts. And who was that elf with dark blood, all over Ingrge?
Instead she finds what looks like a stage show - puppets of some kind? - and for a little while she watches from the back. She probably should have been with the others, but there was the matter of the quiet rage, still burning away inside her, and a likelyhood of that seeping out and upsetting someone.
Was she glad to be back home? Probably.
Posting Report For Tuesday July 18th, 2006 4:45:26 AM
Game #3For the week of July 10 - 014
Adm Ceil, Very Good, Don't know Why their Adm won't post this Game?
DM Jan Tuesday July 18th, 2006 11:00:29 AM
((OOC - hey guys and gals. These next few posts are going to be a bit hectic as we get both teams together, but please bear with me. Keep it going and I'll try and fit things in as best I can.))
Brother Bertram Tuesday July 18th, 2006 1:34:32 PM
Bertram begins inspecting the tower now with greater care, no longer checking to see how the repairs are going, as much as to see how to prepare it for a seige. He now realizes he was foolish to think to squander his portion of the treasure on a chapel for Domi. Domi had chapels galore, Domi needed warriors. Bertram looked through an open arch down onto the milling throng below. No, he no longer needed to build a chapel, Bertram began to plan to build an army....It would soon be time to march to war.
Lian Tuesday July 18th, 2006 3:25:08 PM
Lian considers Falin's wise words and turns to Bertram, almost reading the cleric's thoughts.
"I think he's right. A grand Culverwood Militia would be a great idea. I can't think of a better reason or better place to start a school for hand to hand combat."
Milo d20+25=43 d20+23=33 Tuesday July 18th, 2006 4:59:00 PM
Seeing Olana standing apart from the crowd, Milo quickly finds cover, skulking around the edge of the area quickly to sneak up on his beloved. Standing behind her in absolute silence for only a moment, the halfling rogue speaks up, "If you stick your bottom lip out any further, a little poop bird will come along and poop on it." The halfling chortles at his own wit. "Heya beautiful... looking for someone tall, dark and handsome? Standing on his tip toes, the halfling stands a mere 4-foot 10 inches. Well... handsome anyway."(OOC: Hide DC 43, Move Silently DC 33.)
Ingrge Tuesday July 18th, 2006 5:39:25 PM
Umm you did say Mop and his buddies were inside? I guess we shouldn't keep them waiting any longer than we must, how should we greet them? Hmm perhaps some chain lightening to give them that little extra spark? Or perhaps Mop should have a Deas placed upon him to free all elves in the emerald Kingdom?
Cieryn, what do you think?
Mordrid Tuesday July 18th, 2006 8:36:45 PM
Entering the clearing around the tower rides a dark woodsman. Bringing his stead to hault, he rises in his stirups to view the hustle and bustle aroud the keep; clearly looking for someone in charge.
A bunch of unarmed elves. Well that would have to be remedied. Elves had an innate talent for killing; 'the wrath of god in flesh and blood.' Still, he does not know what is truly taking place here. All he knew was that a Hyther Hawk from the Culverwoods, flew all the way to Platinum Dragon Castle in Plateau City, sending word of a great need in the south forest.
The ranger's long black locks pour over his bear skin mantled shoulders. Streaks of grey and crows feet to match, bare a reminder of the human's curse. A great fur spun bow angles across his broad back.
Aeralia Tuesday July 18th, 2006 11:27:49 PM
Having finished her magical, completly life-sized and fully realistic (if you didn't know it was an illusion you'd swear it was real!) dramatization of a Dragon Lord and his senior lackey's conquest of power, Aeralia makes her way quickly out of Great Hall and towards the first none-dragon like people she can find.
Sighting what looks to be an elf on her lonesome, who was in view of her production, Aeralia makes haste towards the individual, dispelling her invisibility once she's out of sight of Mop and his gain. "Excuse me, miss," she says sweetly, trying not to startle Olana as she appears so suddenly. "What is all the noise about out here? Whats going on?"
The young human woman, who seems barely into her late teens, stands about 5' tall. She has a slender build, and long black hair which is currently pulled back into ponytails and put up, with many multi-colored red and blue hair ties and ribbons holding it in place. She wears a light red dress, with a tight fitting upper body, and several loose and flashy knee length skirts. Under the skirts the young woman wears bright (and completly clashing) blue skin tight leggings, obviously designed to attract attention.
Trailing slowly behind the young performer is a tall and lanky human man, maybe a year or two older than she seems. He wears what looks to be adventuring leathers, though carries no weapon, or much equipment beyond a few pouches.
Olana Tuesday July 18th, 2006 11:55:01 PM
Olana's eyes blink momentarily as Milo appears beside her. Gods if only she could be that stealthy. Her solomn face breaks into a smile. "A poop bird, eh?" She leans forward a little and kisses him gently. "I thank the tree Gods for you, Milo. I truly do." She nods toward the centre of the room. "Looks like we missed a good sh -"
So was this going to happen all day? Various folk just popping out of thin air in front of her? Ice blue eyes take in the young human female dressed like a troubadour, then flit to the taller man behind her. "Noise?" she replies. "Hmmm... to be honest I'm not quite sure. Milo - what is going on outside? Maybe we should all go and find out."
She turns to head outside, then gives the young woman another onceover - not elven, and dressed like that.... "Was that your show?"
DM Jan Wednesday July 19th, 2006 12:25:28 AM
So - to acquiese to Parnoth's tax demands, or to stand and fight? It's a tough question, not one easily answered when surrounded by what looks like, for the moment at least, a fairly vulnerable elven community.
As Lian and Falin discuss combat training, they notice a few unstrung longbows and quivers here and there, propped up alongside the tents.
Bertram's vantage point gives him a good view of the immediate surroundings. The walled Tower itself was reasonably fortified - the areas of greatest risk lay beyond the walls - namely the tented community that had sprung up while the Talons had been away. No perimeter guard points, for instance. No fences. The whole camp was vulnerable to the sky, the spread of meadow to the south, and the brooding very-much-alive depths of Culverwood nearby to the north. Who knew what was lurking beyond that treeline?
Inside the main entrance hall, Mop - second in command to his Illustriousness, the Mighty, all Powerful Parnoth, Green Dragon and Saviour of the Wold - was getting a little miffed. How dare they keep him waiting? How dare they? Were they so bold because they knew the dragon was still in Osto? Surely not. Well, time to flex a little muscle. Put that strumpet K'Nara in her place.
Gunther and Ingrge see Mop, flanked by two of his tall, ugly henchmen stride confidently outside and toward the party - only to stop in their tracks. Mop's attention appears to have shifted toward a man approaching on horseback. A man wearing a wolf cloak, and if Mop's looks could kill....
As Mordrid's mount takes him past the tents up to the main Tower of Saryd, some of the older elves stare at him in recognition. The Culverwood is alive in all their eyes.
Gunther d20+5=16 Wednesday July 19th, 2006 12:51:18 AM
Seeking solace from the crowds, Gunther slinks away from the crowding elves...and spots the newcomer (Spot=16). Noting that the fellow looks distinctly different from what he remembers of the Parnoth followers, Gunther reverses course and pulls urgently on K'nara's sleeve. "Miss K'nara...ve've got more company." he says as he points out the rider.
Noticing Mop's arrival, Gunther moves out in front of K'nara...taking up a defensive position...and just itching for the pompus little twerp to say the wrong thing. "Gerecht geben Sie mir eine Entschuldigung." he growls in orcish as he waits to see what Mop does. Highlight to display spoiler: {Just give me an excuse}
Caeryn (DM Donna) Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:14:43 AM
"I find that particular human beneath contempt." Ingrge's wife answers honestly. "He not only willingly carries out his master's orders, but he relishes the opportunity to see others suffer. It's a shame that he's so brilliantly adept at getting things done. It would serve him right, Ingrge, if such a spell were placed on him!"
DM Jan - 2nd post Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:28:21 AM
Half a mile south of the Tower and the elven camp, the remainder of the Platinum adventurers arrive in the midst of a percussive *whump* of teleportation. This is spotted by Bertram.
A couple of the horses need some calming down, as their ears flatten and their tails flick. To the north, directly behind the Tower up ahead - is Culverwood. A sentient roll of deep green that goes on for miles. Even out here in the meadow, the earth thrums with it's Ebyron-given power, and it's making Dahlia's and Valdor's horses a little testy.
K'Nara d20+3=23 Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:40:33 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons sighed, but then her lips twisted in the faintest of smiles.
"No reason for us NOT to train the locals in self-defense and other martial arts." she agreed with the thinking of Lian and Brother Bertram. Mop's emergence from the Tower made her roll her hazel eyes heavenward, but it was Gunther's nudge that made the human blade singer stop and look.
"By the gods..!" she gasped, then sprinted towards the approaching rider, grinning maniacally and practically squealing:
"Mordrid!!!" K'Nara easily covered the distance and, reaching up, snagged the rider off his mount and gave him a resounding bear hug as she spun about in a circle. (OOC: rolled a natural 20 for the Strength check.) "You withered old bounty hunter! It's GREAT to see you!!!" K'Nara set the man back on his feet, her freckled face wreathed in smiles.
"What brings you here? Are Valdor and the Maulk with you..?" The human blade singer eagerly looked about to see if any of Mordrid's companions accompanied him.
Falin Wednesday July 19th, 2006 8:38:24 AM
Hearing K'Nara making a fuss Falin instinctively pulls his bow and knocks an arrow in almost a blink before he realizes that they are cries of joy.
He lowers his weapon, but keeps it in hand.
Dahlia Wednesday July 19th, 2006 9:30:58 AM
The little blackskinned halfling works on calming her mount as she lloks around at the controlled chaos.
"I would say that the Talons have grown a bit in size. This looks more like an army than an adventuring troupe, Of course most of them look like refugees. And all elves too."
Ground tying her beastie, Dahlia looks up and grins as she hears K'nara's squeals of joy and watches her bull rush to hug Mordrid. Continuing on she makes her way to the group at the door. As she approaches those who have not met her see a two and a half foot tall black-skinned halfling with dark brown hair and deep violet eyes which have the difinitive glint of mischief shining in them. She is wearing slate gray leather armor and a black cape over it all. There is a blade on each hip, two silver bracelets on her wrists and a silver circlet on her brow. There seem to be several small stones orbiting her head as well.
Ve Mundr d20+16=26 d20+5=21 Wednesday July 19th, 2006 10:03:32 AM
Ve's head swivels and takes meadow. Ve spots the man on the tower looking in their direction. "Welcoming commity should be heading our way any moment. Obviously they will recognize us. We ride in to greet them?" It is phrased as a question, but Ve has already begun to move his mount towards the tower a few thousand feet away. Reaching down, he gives the horse a reassuring pat before it starts to pick up on the other horses anxiousness.
"Looks like an encampment about the tower as well." [spot 26 ride 21]
A stride a horse the large man is almost impossible to miss. Clad head to toe in full mithril plate with a large adamantine shield to his right and a brillian blue white warhammer on his left. The breastplate of his armor is entirely taken up with the high woldian symbol of Domi etched in platinum and amber. The full war helm visor is lifted currently and the mans clean shaven olive skinned face can be seen. His eyes are dark as is what hair can be seen.
Valdor d20+20=40 Wednesday July 19th, 2006 10:16:34 AM
Seeing Mordrid ahead of the group and with his mount getting fussy, Valdor urges it into a slow gallop to let it lose some of its nervous energy. He eases it as he gets closer and slows it to a trot. It's been a long time since he rode, but his former mastery of riding comes back to him in an instant. He rides like he was born on a horse. He arrives after everyone else and dismounts quickly. He talks quietly to his horse to make sure his old friend is alright.
Corialote and Amarth Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:21:02 PM
Cori turns in the saddle to look all around her, taking in the area with interest. "Not had a chance to visit here." Then again she has rarely gone anywhere for a long time, that is till she joined up with the Dragons. Letting her horse have a little more control of it's goings, she allows it to follow along with the rest of the group. One thing that bugs her for a few minutes is her race...how will it be received here. Her people are not looked upon too kindly on the surface and only a rare few have made it here.
Moving to ride near Valdor and Dahlia she leans over slightly to her fellow female in the group. "What is the peoples' attitudes around here to drow?" A silent part of her would relish the chance to put these people under her thumb and show them why you fear the drow...but that is a thing long gone.
Amarth keeps an eye out for other things as he stays perched upon the shoulder of his Mistress. He does listen to her conversation but that is nothing to the feelings he gets from her.
Seated upon her horse she flips her long purple braided hair back over her shoulder as her silver eyes take in everything. A cloak trails behind her as the wind whips it and you can see bare ebony arms covered in white tattoos. Those that pay attention will notice that her stomach is also bare and covered in white tattoos, all of them a leafy ivy pattern. There is a rapier hanging from her belt alongside a dagger on her left side. The other side holds a quiver with a well used and cared for bow in it. Emblazoned upon her tunic over the right breast is a single purple rose, a symbol that can also be found on the back of her claok as well.
DM Donna Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:37:09 PM
Please post a visual description of your PC so that everyone can know what people in each other's groups look like. Mordrid has already described himself--use that as an example.
Lian Wednesday July 19th, 2006 1:47:57 PM
The monk looks excited that K'Nara agrees with the training.
At the drow's comment about Mop, the elf replies, "Barely human I'd say!"
He jumps in start at his leader's girlish squeal, but shortly realizes there is nothing wrong... its just the Platinum Dragons... PLATINUM DRAGONS!
The hand of Domi still finds it hard to speak with such Legends as them, but he puts aside fear for politeness and approaches Mordrid with a silent, tattooed left hand of greeting.
Oh, how he wished he had continued to his room. The Tower was definately too crowded now!
The tattooed elf standing with the Talons is roughly five foot three, slender and graceful, though not very muscular. His hair falls nearly waste length now and is striking platnum blonde, with several loose braids. His eyes are a vivid sea green and his skin is almost tan, or that could be dirt mixed with blood and catacomb dust. The hand of Domi is sporting two holy symbols, one is a silver holy symbol of Domi and the other, also silver is something that resembles Alemi's; three joined circles surrounded by a larger one. Lian wears a set of simple, dark colored, traveling gear, with a few exceptions. He wears a rope belt, pants with rather large pockets and all the standard magical excessories; ring, amulet, gloves, bracers, cloak and headband. He seems to have ruined his sturdy leather boots, which are in tatters. In fact, his tunic has seen better days too. All of his clothing is dusty and he carries no weaponry or pack. He looks much like one of the destitute refugees, save the fact he's standing on equal ground as the Talons. He looks like a simple and humble man who has been recently run through the mill.
Brother Bertram Wednesday July 19th, 2006 2:13:32 PM
Bertram eyes the new arrivals as they approach. The stocky dwarf stands in battered armor, wearing his hair and beard in ceremonial braids oddly for this type of occasion. His axe is strapped to his back as always. His symbol of Domi hangs proudly in the open on his chest, and as he raises his hand in greeting you also see the mark of Gargul burned into his hand.
Ingrge Wednesday July 19th, 2006 2:24:45 PM
Watching as the Golds approach Ingrge thinks back to the first time they met: Gods, were we really that young and green?
Looking down at his once, all white robes, the slender white-haired elf starts to brush off a bit of something and then stops. Shaking his head, he lifts his scarred face to their visitors and gives them a welcoming smile, knowing that they really don't care what they look like.
Father Nicolas Valentine Wednesday July 19th, 2006 2:45:45 PM
Nick recovers from his usual teleport nausea and canters up until he's alongside Ve Mundr.
As they approach, "Where do you think all these elves have come from, Ve? I have to admit, I didn't expect this. It's... interesting, wouldn't you agree?"
Father Nick's slate blue eyes are alive with curiosity. Anyone who has met Nick before will notice the changes. He appears to have shaved the dark hair on his head completely off, and the narrow, closely trimmed bread is tinged with grey. And although his eyes suggest a human of around thirty years, the rest of him paints a picture of a man much older. It's as though some great beast has swallowed him up, sucked half the life out of him, and spat him out again. However, he seems well enough, and the light brown-skinned face with its narrow, hawkish nose is open and friendly. His white robes are those of a devout Shepherd of Alemi and they sit loosely on a 6ft frame. There's a glint of armour here and there, a rarely used flail is attached to the saddle harness, and he grips the reins with one hand, and a wooden staff with the other.
He passes the staff into his other hand briefly and returns the wave from the dwarf up in the Tower.
Olana Wednesday July 19th, 2006 3:18:07 PM
Olana beckons to Aeralia and her companion as she and Milo go outside to see what all the fuss is about.
Oh, Mop was here. Great.... But there was K'Nara dragging a man off his horse. By all the mushrooms in Culverwood, was that Mordrid? "What's he doing here," she whispers to Milo. Her face clouds over once more. She'd always been wary of Mordrid. It looked like others were approaching, too.
Quickly, she moves, her hands checking to make sure her longsword and her off-hand shortsword were loose in their scabbards. She finally comes to a standstill near one of Mop's henchmen. If there was going to be a fight, she had a lot of deep anger to get rid of, and slicing into one of those ridiculous part-dragon henchmen might be just what the healer ordered.
Olana is 5ft tall; a pale-skinned high elf with even paler blue eyes, and blonde, almost white hair pulled into a loose, single braid. Her slender frame is encased in laced-tight dark leather, partially covered by an olive green wool cloak.
Mordrid Wednesday July 19th, 2006 3:20:16 PM
Mordrid waves at K'nara as she runs his way... then completely suprised as she yanks the old ranger off his horse, "whow, good to see you too." Grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back, he looks deep into her eyes, "tis good to see you too." He turns to take in the other faces; gripping Lian's tattooed left hand. He catches a glimpse of Falin's instinctual reflex to protect his friend; understandable. He gives Falin a wink and a nod.
Raising his voice, "Valdor is on his way."
"Save your story til he gets here, that will save you from having to tell it twice. With Parnoth in Osto everyone should be safe for now."
Milo Wednesday July 19th, 2006 8:35:07 PM
Milo stands near Olana, following her outside. The halfling rogue remains silent, though wary as he recognizes the dragons who've come this day to see them.
Milo is extraordinarily tall for a halfling, thanks mainly to the sap of the Ish'gara tree, and stands four and a half feet tall. Lithe and slender as any elf however, the plainly clad halfling has short light brown hair, and striking blue eyes. A gleaming short sword is the one exception to his plain look however, obviously holy in origin, it bears the collected symbols of all good deities.
K'Nara Wednesday July 19th, 2006 8:44:02 PM
The six-foot-tall chestnut-maned female laughed at Mordrid's advice.
"We only just got the explanation ourselves, dear friend." she said to the fighter, laughter dancing in her hazel eyes. "And, although Parnoth may be in Osto, his lackeys are here to do his bidding on 'official kingdom matters,' if what I heard was correct."
K'Nara looked about, finally seeing that there were more of the premier Dragon group approaching the Tower. She waved in greeting, absently brushing a hand over the mithril breastplate she wore, removing some of the larger chunks of...stuff from it. It helped, but only a little. K'Nara definitely looked like a fighter who'd only just got back from battle.
"Welcome to Si Madyrn os Saryd si Cysti os Thaedys, honored guests!" the leader of the Emerald Talons greeted the Platinum Dragons formally, bowing in graceful elven fashion.
DM OOC: anyone who knows the Elven language will know that K'Nara has called this area "Saryd's Shadow, Home of Freedom"...a formal Elven name.
Brother Bertram Wednesday July 19th, 2006 8:52:55 PM
Bertram joins the others mainting a thoughtful silence as the others talk. First Parnoth's lackeys and now this.... What next?
Valdor Thursday July 20th, 2006 12:26:45 AM
When he dismounts, it's easy to notice how large the man actually is. He stands a couple of inches over six feet and easily weighs well over two hundred pounds. His arms are about as big as the horse's head, but he bears no fat on his body. He wears a heavy mitril shirt and wears leather breeches that are tight, only because of the size of his legs. He has light brown hair that's about shoulder length. As he moves, his semi-pointed ears can be seen as his hair moves about.
He has swords scabbarded on both sides of his waist and a long sword with an extremely jeweled hilt standing over his shoulders. There is a baldric of daggers across his chest and one across his back as well. He looks like a walking arsenal...and is one.
When he turns back toward the group, his blue eyes shine brightly and he looks over the group quickly, a smile forming on his lips. He searches out K'Nara and makes his way towrd her.
DM Jan Thursday July 20th, 2006 12:45:22 AM
And so -
As the two adventuring groups meet face to face, before a backdrop of curious elven refugees -
Mop's brain is working overtime. The last time he'd seen Valdor, the green dragon's second had been upside down, tied to a cartwheel and was bleeding from several places. Of all the rotten luck! No - this was nothing to do with luck. They planned it. That she-witch K'Nara and her ragged band of upstarts. They knew he was coming and so summoned reinforcements. Just so they didn't have to pay. As it was that damnable white robed mage looked about ready to toast him. Why did he always have to face these kinds of situations. Why wasn't his master here? Oh, and of course, when Parnoth did decide to return, he'd be wanting to know where his money was.... Jancassis's fingernails!
He gestures for his henchmen to step back. He was in it now, up to his neck. Time to claw his way out. A grin breaks his features. "Ah, how wonderful! (choke), and greetings to you all. It appears that we are all visiting this place today. I myself came to make sure everything was well, and that our citizens needs were met."
Looking on, the surrounding elves, all from the Southern Culverwood area, where Parnoth can tighten his grip, give most of their silent attention to the approaching adventurers from Plateau City. Curious, they are, and even Corialote's drow features are looked upon with curiosity, rather than suspicion.
Valdor Thursday July 20th, 2006 1:25:54 AM
Valdor turns to Mop and says,"Ah, it appears you have healed up nicely, Mop. It's good to see that you have come to check on these people's well being. Your master will be glad to know that you have performed your task, my friend. You and your guards may leave now."
His voice is warm and cheerful, but his eyes bore into Mop and Mop knows...Mop is sure that, if fighting were to break out, that he would meet that long sword very quickly, before his henchman could intervene.
Official Business - DM Donna Thursday July 20th, 2006 8:46:43 AM
The rotund flunkey breaks out in a visible sweat and swallows audibly, looking as though the presence of the Platinum Dragons has put him between a rock and a hard place...which it has.
Tempting though it is to let Mop twist in the wind, K'Nara knows that--should the Talons turn away the green tyrant's representative--Parnoth wouldn't hesitate to send in many more troups to come after the Talons (and the elves now living here) later, after the Plats were gone.
That wouldn't do.
"Mop is here on official kingdom business, Valdor," the tall redhead says, "Property taxes, I do believe..?"
"Y..." Mop starts, clears his squeaky throat, then continues: "Yes, property taxes. For the possession of the Tower of Saryd, its assigned lands and two thousand elves, the group known as the Emerald Talons must pay 250,000gp forthwith!"
K'Nara glances at Caeryn, who looks as though she is mentally calculating. The half-Drow frowns, but gives the barest of nods.
"Well, if it will keep us legal in the eyes of the government..." K'Nara says with a gusty sigh, surprising Mop no end. She grins, however, and adds: "However, the number of elves is only 1878. Your assessment is wrong."
Mop's relief turns to annoyance, but as Valdor chooses that very moment to shift in place (throwing that long, long sword into momentary prominence), the kingdom official clears his throat.
"Ah, er, all right, then--" he gabbles quickly, "--200,000gp." Mop begins sweating again.
K'Nara sees Caeryn's head give that imperceptible nod once more.
"Done." the leader of the Talons replies. "If you would be so kind as to leave now, I guarantee that you will receive your funds within a week."
"B-but...but..." Mop protests.
"Would you rather negotiate with Valdor?" K'Nara prompts the lackey, sounding annoyed. "I'm sure I can prevail upon him, as he is here and is, I daresay, an uninterested third party...?"
Mop's gaping mouth snaps shut. He backpedals, signaling the score of Parnothians to accompany him. As a belated attempt to save face, however, the man can't resist announcing:
"Y-you'd better have that money to us by the end of the week...or Parnoth won't like it!"
And then the unpleasant representatives of the Big Green Meanie are gone.
K'Nara's head turns towards Caeryn.
"I can get the amount parceled out in two days maximum, mistress." she assures the human female. "Parnoth won't have any excuses to return here."
"Thank you, Caeryn." K'Nara says with a smile. "And it's K'Nara, not 'mistress'. We're now as sisters, remember?" The platinum-maned woman returns K'Nara's smile and nods. K'Nara then turns to Valdor and, as with Mordrid, squeezes the warrior in a heart-felt hug.
"It is SO good to see you, my friend!" she greets the leader of the Platinum Dragons. "Come inside, everyone...we could all use a drink, I should think..."
Falin Thursday July 20th, 2006 9:54:52 AM
Falin stands off to the side and watches the events transpire. Seeing the negotiations go well and watching Mop slither off he puts his arrow back in its quiver nd places his bow over his shoulder.
Falin is average in height and weight for an elf, just a mere 5'2" and 110 lbs. His bright green eyes have a keen look about them as if they are taking in all about him. His hair, the darkest color of red, is cut close to his head and a tapered look round the sides. He has light colored skin and wears the simple outfit of an explorer. Although to the trained eye there is something golden underneath.
His hands, covered in fingerless gloves, have fingers that look weathered, but nimble. The tips of which, have the common calluses of a bowman. This leads the eye to the bow slung ever so slightly over his shoulder. The bow has a recurve and is made of some type of black wood. There are carvings that run up and down the bow. Some of them look to be pictures. There is a finely made quiver slung over his other shoulder along with a pack across his back.
Gunther Thursday July 20th, 2006 10:57:51 AM
The bulky warrior's eyes slit as K'nara grabs that "Mordrid" person from his horse and hugs him, and then follows by hugging that "Valdor" guy. She was his...she'd said so in the Inn...and now she's running around willy nilly showing displays of affection to other men. Gunther sighs... Elves...I don't think I will ever understand their strange ways...At least she wasn't hitting them.
Standing in front of Mop and just itching to show the little lackey who's boss, Gunther rolls his eyes as the arrival of Valdor and the other Platinum's takes the wind out of the little runts sails. Hmmmph....I could have taken him by myself!! I don't need their help! the cat trainer stews silent as the situation is handled by K'nara's diplomacy.
His tender orc ego deflated on two fronts now, Gunther sags. Surrounded by elves...faced with no prospect of violence in the near future...and now he's surrounded by the heroes of the Wold, who are probably not just here for a social visit. All I want to do is spend some time with my kitty... The warrior tags along aimlessly, the migraine that was building before now happily pounding a mind numbing melody inside his brain.
Standing 5 foot 8 inches, Gunther is a very interesting looking creature. The snow white hair atop his head stands in stark contrast to the rich bronze of his deeply tanned skin...which is literally cover in a crisscrossing mesh of scars. Though well muscled, the man moves with a cat like grace unlike the traditional warrior class. It's almost as if he stalks rather than walks toward the tower...not unlike the big cats that he has spent most of his life training. The sunlight glints off his golden chainmail, while his animated shield floats on his back. Though there is no sword in sight, the telltale glove of storing on his right hand attest to his ability to arm himself at a moment's notice.
Aeralia Thursday July 20th, 2006 11:16:20 AM
Aeralia nods briefly at Olana's question, sighing lightly at her claim of the production. She's about to say more, but as Mop emerges from the tower, she quiets down, and quietly falls in place behind Olana and Milo as they move to see whats going on.
She watches the meeting of the two groups, and negotiations with Mop curiously, having heard stories of these adventurers, but never thought she'd meet any of them, let alone both groups at once.
Dahlia Thursday July 20th, 2006 12:33:37 PM
Watching the Mop interlude with some satisfaction Dahlia can't help but add a little quip of her own as he departs.
" Hey Mop, Do you still keep that small strongbox behind that third wall panle in your room? You know the one that used to be trapped? There are some nice pieces in there. Does you master know you have those?"
Hearing the call for drinks, Dahlia brings her attention back to the group. She can't help but notice the part drow that seems to have been running things for the Talons while they were away. She finds it interesting that she and Ingrge seem to be an item.
Ingrge Thursday July 20th, 2006 12:38:16 PM
Hand lightly on the shoulder of his wife, Ingrge has had a smile on his face for over 5 minutes and it is kind of making others a bit nervous, as the only time that Ingrge ever smiles is when he is planning something detrimental to the health of others.
His head nods several times as Caeryn responds to K'nara's dealings with Mop and can't help but feel proud of her in how she has adapted to her new situation. He had been hoping for a bit of time with her after their latest adventure, but with the appearance of the Platinums, that wasn't looking all too likely at this juncture.
Brother Bertram Thursday July 20th, 2006 1:54:34 PM
Bertram smiles grimly as Mop and his fellow thugs ride away. He looks about starting to look to the future and assessing everything that was going to be needed. He isnt ignoring thier visitors...its just so much is happening so fast!
Milo Thursday July 20th, 2006 4:21:03 PM
"You'd better have that money to us by the end of the week, or Parnoth won't like it," Milo mockingly singsongs Mop's retort before breaking into the giggles. "Tell that big dumb lizard master of yours that anytime he wants another battle of wits, I'll be happy to oblige him. Perhaps he should come packin' next time though." The halfling rogue nearly collapses in fits of laughter.
Lian Thursday July 20th, 2006 4:33:51 PM
Lian listens to the conversation and smiles at Mop. "Tell your boss to be patient. He'll get whats due."
Nick Thursday July 20th, 2006 4:34:23 PM
Nick dismounts, catching the latter half of the conversations, then watches Mop leave. Interesting. He leads his horse toward the Tower, pausing to ask Gunther - "Hello. I'm not sure where to stable my horse. Can you point me in the right direction?"
Olana Thursday July 20th, 2006 4:41:38 PM
Olana forcibly relaxes, as a mixture of disappointment and relief courses through her. Well, that was that - for now. Standing to one side, she watches the newly arrived Platinum Dragons, trying to get the measure of them. Most of them she knows, but not all - The drowess mage... bet anyone who crosses her will live to regret it, if they live at all. And who was the big guy with the Domi chestplate?
Corialote and Amarth Thursday July 20th, 2006 5:44:29 PM
Cori slips from the saddle with ease as she lands on her feet. Still holding the reigns of her horse she looks for a few minutes to see what the others are doing with their mounts. She has half a mind to open up a portal and send the poor beast back it's home but then again that maybe a little too showy.
She gives the other group a good appraisal as she continues to hold the reigns of her horse. "Next time I summon a mount of my own...that way when I no longer need it I know where to go with it." Not said too loud as she does not want to give offense she does glance around to all the elves that seem to be refugees. Being new to things here she hangs back and waits for either someone to tell her where the horse goes or takes it from here...though she does kick around the idea of once again sending it home.
Ve Mundr Thursday July 20th, 2006 6:38:31 PM
Ve dismounts as the others do, but near on the same grace scale. He knows how to ride, but it is obvious he spends very little time doing so. He takses several steps from the horse, the reigns dropping to hang in the air forgotten, he also pulls his helm off and clasps it to a small hook at his front right waist. He says nothing about Mop. He does a quick scan across the Talons, nothing peircing and then gives a nodding bow, "Ve Mundr, servant of Domi. We should proceed inside or somwhere more private."
Brother Bertram Thursday July 20th, 2006 7:38:25 PM
Bertram looks around at the frenzied throngs..."This isnt private enough?" There is an obvious twinkle in his eye.
DM Jan Thursday July 20th, 2006 7:57:13 PM
Some of the elves come forward to help with the stabling of the horses as the Emerald Talons become host to the Platinum Dragons.
Those crowded around begin to drift away, back to their tents, their cookfires, and their arrow fletching. And in the shadow of the mighty Culverwood, talk is rampant in those tents and around those fires, so much so that even the leaves bend to listen.
Such a meeting was hardly common, aye indeed. It was a rare thing to see two such groups together. A lot of power now resided within those Tower walls, and for what purpose?
What was coming?
More Intros and Some Storytelling, Too - DM Donna Thursday July 20th, 2006 10:57:22 PM
K'Nara puts Mop from her mind and sees the look on Gunther's face.
"Oh, geez..." she mutters, rolling her hazel eyes and then stomping up to the distressed warrior and--seizing a handful of the man's chainmail--hauls him close and kisses him soundly on the mouth.
"Mordrid and Valdor are as brothers to me, Gunther," she tells him as she puts him from her, "I meant what I said to you--never doubt it...or I'll kick your butt!"
"Ahem." Rainara interrupts the pair with a polite cough. "I would present to you, mistress, the people responsible for keeping Mop and his...ilk...from immediately descending upon Madyrn and seizing the people here--" The elder elf female gestures towards two young humans--a girl, who seems barely into her late teens, stands about 5' tall. She has a slender build, and long black hair which is currently pulled back into ponytails and put up, with many multi-colored red and blue hair ties and ribbons holding it in place. She wears a light red dress, with a tight fitting upper body, and several loose and flashy knee length skirts. Under the skirts the young woman wears bright (and completely clashing) blue skin tight leggings, obviously designed to attract attention.
Trailing slowly behind the young performer is a tall and lanky human man, maybe a year or two older than she seems. He wears what looks to be adventuring leathers, though carries no weapon, or much equipment beyond a few pouches.
"Aeralia..." Rainara indicates the human female, "...and her companion, Terren." The housekeeper gestures towards the male.
"Please accept my thanks." K'Nara says, bowing gracefully. "I invite you to share in a drink with us. Keeping Mop from stirring up trouble is a handy accomplishment, indeed!"
Caeryn tugs on Ingrge's hand, urging him to come into the Tower. Rainara withdraws to the building, as well, intent on making sure there is plenty of drink and elven hospitality to be had when the two groups of adventurers settle in for their drinks and to catch up with each other.
Once inside, chairs and stools are scrounged from other places in the Tower, and everyone finds a place around the oval table. K'Nara places Gunther on her left and Valdor on her right, then begins to update the Platinum Dragons on the events that transpired since they had charged the Emerald Talons with the tasks to prove themselves to the Dragon Consortium.
The first part of the test went fairly well, with the Talons disguising themselves as "The Green Claws" and entering the competition to win the right to enter Bone Tower--and winning, in spite of facing off against a pair of liches in disguise (and their retinue of monstrous spiders) and a double-quad of warriors from Aisildur.
The party then entered the tower and negotiated the harrowing traps and obstacles throughout the place--finally ending up at the treasure vault and fighting a climatic battle against the Necromancer Guardian of the tower and her ancient huge black dragon.
This encounter was also victorious.
Escaping from the tower, however, was interrupted by one of the avatars of Ebyrron, who had been attempting to seek refuge in the Bone Tower. He was thwarted--but the Talons ended up trapped in a nightmare realm called Harrowed Moon, a place where there was no sun...only a lilac moon shining serenely down on an eerie landscape that held horrors such as flying undead skulls and packs of werewolves.
"We managed to get out of Harrowed Moon," K'Nara wraps up her tale with a rather wistful expression, "However, I don't know how successful the Consortium will deem the whole thing...we lost Figmentary--his teleport spell went haywire and he disappeared from the place." The chestnut-maned blade singer nodded towards Falin. "However, we DID regain Falin, who had been lost to us before."
Rainara--assisted by three young elf maids--brings trays laden with skins of wine, pitchers of ale and cold spring water, and tankards for everyone.
Gunther Thursday July 20th, 2006 11:38:07 PM
The warrior drinks in K'nara's kiss like it is a long cool drink of water after a long day's work out. Savoring the closeness of K'nara's body, Gunther lets the kiss go on as long as possible. Giving the bladesinger a mock salute, Gunther chuckles. "Yes Miss K'nara, ma'am...I'll remember." Though having my butt kicked by her could be worth the broken jaw... Gunther muses.
Taking his place at the table, Gunther gazes over dreamily at K'nara as she tells her story, intoxicated by her nearness. Shaking his head, he looks over at the one called Valdor. Sweet Alemi...will you look at the size of his arms?! I swear, he must eat more red meat than my kitty! As he sits and listens and greedily gulps down his ale, Gunther's headache fades, and is replaced by a lingering thought....why in the world are these people here right now? Knitting his brow, Gunther is certain that it's probably something bad that has brought the heroes of the Wold to their humble home.
Valdor Friday July 21st, 2006 12:32:11 AM
After returning the hug from K'Nara, Valdor watches the events unfold. He avoids any comments to those who tried to anger Mop. He knows well enough that Mop is a coward and verbal sparring isn't needed with him. However, this is not his place, so he keeps quiet.
He watches Gunther's eyes narrow, then barely suppresses a chuckle as his leader puts him in his place...in a matter of speaking. He whispers to Mordrid,"If I oredered one of our women like that, I'd wake up missing some body parts, if I even woke up at all."
He joins them inside and bows to K'Nara as she offers him a place of honor. He listens intently, unknowingly clenching his fists and flexing his arms at the tense moments in their story. After she finishes,He takes a long draw from a mug of chilled water and says,"It is a shame about Figment. He was becoming quite a powerful mage, if my memory serves me. Hopefully, one of the others has mage abilities. We lost our mage in Ailsidur. He stayed behind as an ambassador. Of course, while I regret his loss, we have actually lucked into a most capable, and lovely replacement(he gestures towards Cori). Also, Nick found an old friend of his and he also has proven his worth. It honors me to have a representative of both Alemi and Domi in our group."
He goes on to tell briefly, the Platinum Dragons story. He laughs at the irony of Parnoth's help in not only retrieving Valdor's daughter from the liches hands, but helping save the Wold from the evil creature that was in the pit. He reminds them, of course, that he was after his hoard of gold and items that were taken and that it wasn't a completely benevolent action on his part.
Finally, he says,"So you have completed two of the three tasks required to achive Consortium status, and thus place your imprint upon the Wold for all the good beings that live. All that remains is one more task. Well, we have such a task in mind, but it will be more dangerous and perhaps very deadly. It may be that we ask too much, and if so, there will be no hard feelings if you decline. Nor will it revoke what you have done thus far. Cori, would you be so kind as to tell them our task at hand and what we face?"
Mordrid Friday July 21st, 2006 11:41:14 AM
Mordrid can barely contain himself when he hears the tale of the Talons. The excitement sends shivers down his spine. As political intities, the Platinum Dragons have little time for serious adventuring. He missed the glory days (lvls 13-18).
Sitting on the edge of his seat, he listens. Then Valdor tells of the groups adventure with Parnoth. The ranger looks for signs that the Talons may be upset with the group's dealings with Parnoth. They would have to understand that the Platinum Dragon's have a different relationship with Parnoth. As diplomats of New Elenna, things can get a little twisted. Many balance games are being played at once. They must also know that Parnoth 'will' meet his end in due time. That was for sure. And no one deserved to make the final blow more than the Talons, who have endured and suffered under Parnoth's harsh rule.
Mordrid whispers to Valdor, "You might note that Parnoth seems comfortable in Osto. It feels if he may settle there."
Corialote and Amarth Friday July 21st, 2006 1:33:59 PM
Cori finds herself inside a rather nice place for a tower, seated in a chair and sipping some cool cider. She listens to the stories that the Talons tell of their daring deeds and gets a far away look in her eyes as she sighs. It would be nice to adventure like that again.
She glances up as her name is mentioned twice in short order and pins Valdor with a glare. "Those that have more details will have to add them in as I am going to summarize the whole thing." She takes another sip of her cider and then sits the glass down. "It has been brought to our attention that something suttle moves against the Lord Mayor of Plateau City and the whole Wold it would seem. In the fields of Izen near Mount Bone an orc or half-orc seems to be gathering strength under an old banner. A black dragon is also moving to start a little trouble as well but is backed by a silver, though it stays in the background...the silver that is." Giving a sly smile she cannot help but shake her head. "It appears that The Gold Dragons are to play a pivotal role in this attack upon the Wold. We have been advised at least twice that we will be needing lots of help...the kind of help that finds trouble...fun." She locks her eyes with K'Nara's eyes and gives another smile. "Valdor said you were a group that fit the bill and from the looks need one last mission to obtain your true "Dragon" status...so we came to enlist your help." Her eyes wander over both groups to see where each one stands at this time. She picks back up the glass and takes another long pull from it, draining it empty. "The others may want to add more details and I am sure you will have questions." She pulls out a journal at that time in case it is needed that and she figures to take the time to read a little more while she has the chance.
Amarth, perched on her shoulder, has been watching and listening with patience. Once in awhile he gets a drink of cider from his Mistress, who moves the glass up to his level. Now though he turns his attention to the journal with unmistaken interest.
Ve Mundr d20+16=17 Friday July 21st, 2006 3:10:06 PM
Ve finds a seat and picks up a glass and listens to the past few adventures of the Talons. The tale was certainly interesting and the foes mighty. His eyes flick discreetly form Talon to Talon as the tale unfolds, but he can get no real inclination from any of them. He simply did not know them well enough to properly gauge thier own feelings about these past undertakings. That was well and fine however as it was not direly important right now.
It was interesting to him, the look on Modrids face and some of the others as well. A look of yearning and excitement. Yes his own path had kept him from court and upper echelons of the church and on some levels he knows he missed a great deal. But the path he had chosen had laid out its own bounty and he was thankful and content on that. Domi had guided hiim to a chance meeting with Nicholas less than a year ago with purpose beyond building a stronger relationship between the church of Alemi and Domi. He knew that then, and was now beginning to see the widening scope of it. His eyes settle on Lian and Bertrum for a few moments and he simply inclines his head in their direction when they take notice.
Tales exchanged, Ve, still sitting arrow straight with his shoulder back in near perfect posture upon the stool asks, "It seems that Culverwood has very much been affected by Ebyron's recent return. Is that the reason behind the elves now about Saryd's Shadow, Home of Freedom?"
Nick Friday July 21st, 2006 3:12:17 PM
Nick adds to Cori's explanation.
"What was revealed to us, was in the form of a prophecy, courtesy of an ancient dragon prophetess from the far west.
"She laid down 5 cards - a black dragon, a green dragon and an iron fist, all threatening a single card below, that of the gold dragon which symbolically represents Sturtavent of Plateau City. "The other three cards she said were wild cards, and were placed to one side of the other four. They were the Floating City, the Platinum Dragons and this mysterious orc figure in Izen.
"The cards suggest that the entire Ellenian Peninsula is under threat from two dragons who seek to gain control. We're assuming one of them is Parnoth. Our last joint effort left him in Osto, and we fear that he seeks to expand his empire. We were also told however, that he'd not likely make a bold move until the other dragon had stepped forward."
The Shepherd of Alemi hesitates for a moment. "It is this other dragon we seek, and we think this mysterious orc might lead us to him, one way or the other."
Facing the Talons, he asks "If you are able to throw any light on any of this, or you have questions, do not let protocols keep you silent on the matter."
OOC (DM Jan) Friday July 21st, 2006 3:34:49 PM
((Folks, feel free to talk back and forth on this subject. One post a day restrictions are lifted for now.))
Falin Friday July 21st, 2006 3:54:27 PM
Falin shifts uncomfortably as K'Nara brings attention to him being lost. He was not comfortable with his time from the talons nor his destination during that time. Or the last for that matter. Each time he has disappeared it has been to a stranger place.
Listening to the description of the cards by Nick he is fascinated by it. Falin raises his hand and asks, "You will forgive me for asking, but why do you think that the mysterious figure will lead you to the black dragon? What was the reason?"
Lian Friday July 21st, 2006 7:19:54 PM
The monk listens and is confused about a few things. "Why would Ol' Greenie decide to leave his forest? Sounds to me like he's intending to expand his territory again."
"Was there a name attached to the orc during the prophecy?"
"This iron fist. Sounds like the Mailed Fist to me, but I thought they were a upstanding group?"
Valdor Friday July 21st, 2006 11:25:41 PM
Valdor grins at Cori as she glares at him. After she finishes, he whispers,"See, you did great. Just wanted you to fell more part of the group. Plus, you're ten times smarter than me and can tell a story better, as well. It was meant as a compliment that I had enough faith in you to give up the floor...which I don't do often enough."
Upon Falin's question, he responds,"Very good question. There are a lot of details that we left out, or we would be here all night. We know that the orc will play a role in this upcoming situation. We don't know whether he actually builds an army for the black, if he serves him in any way, or if they are even connected. We think he fits one or more of those roles, and we thought that's where we would start. We were asked to keep this quiet, and not start a war just yet, if one is brewing. There was no name attached, and Cori checked in the archives of the Star Mage's guild and found nothing of the banner's design. And, I think the Iron Fist represented conflict, or a tightening of the noose, so to speak...not any adventuring group. The dragon who presented this to us was ancient beyond any other known to the Wold, except maybe Lady Maab, so we are confident in her assessment."
Corialote and Amarth Saturday July 22nd, 2006 12:44:44 AM
Cori shakes her head as she lifts her head to look at Valdor. "I think that you just like to see me flop in the wind." Her eyes twinkle with uncontroled mirth as she jabs with Valdor. Though she may not consider herself a complete member of the group yet...she does know that they need her none the less. She pulls up her right hand and blows him a kiss. "I have always been a sucker for a big strong man." She sticks her nose back into the journal with Amarth looking over her shoulder still.
With a though she lifts the journal ever so slightly. "Do not forget this journal as well and that at least we know the location of the dragon to be under water...most likely a cave that you have to pass through some water to get to." She does not take her eyes from the journal but Amarth does look up and it is strange but you know that she is looking at you through her familiars eyes. "Though the dragon may not be there anymore it did triumph once to hold its home...we also have bought a few items to help if we need to assault said lair." It is terrible to carry on a conversation with someone that has her nose in a book at the time. Wizardesss' and their ability to do two things at once and sometimes more.
Olana Saturday July 22nd, 2006 1:09:44 AM
Frowning, and trying to take everything in, Olana asks - "But what of this silver dragon? I would have expected a silver dragon to be... on our side."
DM Jan Saturday July 22nd, 2006 1:35:29 AM
Extract from the drow Addinein's journal (currently being read by Cori) -
....the village and its people on the river bank came as a welcome respite. Or so we thought. Their curse was made known to us in frightened whispers, for a dragon lived close by, and treated them like sheep - tasty morsels to be dragged off and marinated in the swamps before being eaten.
And so, it seemed that our quest, having left the Float many days ago, to discover the civilization it had vanished from, had suddenly developed a side track.
The people were friendly enough, farmers and fishermen for the most part. Although some of us occasionally caught sight of a ghost, or so it seemed at first - a tiny girl with silver hair, so unlike the others...
The Emerald Talons, Slave Owners - DM Donna Saturday July 22nd, 2006 2:55:59 AM
K'Nara opens her mouth to address Valdor, but Ve Mundr's innocent question about how the elves came to create Si Madyrn os Saryd si Cysti os Thaedys here cuts her off. Her face suddenly becomes a shade that nearly clashes with the rich auburn of her cauled hair.
"Er...ummm..." she flounders as she tries to find a way to explain the situation she finds herself in at the moment.
Fortunately for the tall human blade singer, the ever-talented Rainara comes to her rescue.
"Oh, honored guests, Mistress K'Nara is so modest that she can't find the words to tell you, so I will humbly reveal the origin of Si Madyrn os Saryd si Cysti os Thaedys to you." The elder Elf sets down the tray she is holding and puts forth her left arm, so that the bracelet bearing the mark of the Talons on it can be seen.
"Parnoth's law declares that any of elven blood who cannot prove they are owned by non-elves immediately become the property of Parnoth." Rainara says with stiff dignity. "Mistress K'Nara knew that when the Talons had to leave the Tower, my husband and I would be vulnerable to any of Parnoth's patrols who might come upon either of us...so she commissioned these bracelets and presented them to us, knowing they would be the proof that Parnoth's officials would recognize.
"Soon after the Talons left on their mission, my daughter and her family--fleeing the oppression of the city--came to Rethus and myself here on the Tower grounds. I couldn't let my own child be vulnerable...so I ordered more bracelets. Mistress K'Nara had authorized me to spend whatever I felt necessary while I was caring for the Tower, so I used that to help protect my kin from Parnoth.
"Soon after that, Mistress Caeryn arrived, and I knew that Master Ingrge's wife must be protected as well--and other elves were seeking the safety of the Tower of Saryd. The Tower has been in Elven legends for untold generations as a place of sanctuary for those of the blood. More and more refugees came here, and both Rethus and I agreed that Mistress K'Nara wouldn't mind if we extended her protection to them, as well...so I commissioned more bracelets. Today we fastened one to the wrist of a newborn child, in order to safeguard him from falling into Parnoth's clutches." Rainara's smile is proud and genuine.
"The elves who have come here put on the bracelets and tell Parnoth's toadies that we belong to the Emerald Talons. In gratitude for this, we have named our settlement Si Madyrn os Saryd si Cysti os Thaedys--Saryd's Shadow, Home of Freedom."
By the time the serene housekeeper finishes her story, K'Nara looks like she'd rather be fighting a squadron of those horrible flying skulls of Harrowed Moon than the center of the attention that this story naturally brings...
Lian Saturday July 22nd, 2006 11:57:43 AM
"Well..." Begins the monk, but any other words also escape him.
His mind drifts to training the refugees. 'Opening a hand to hand combat school will certainly keep me busy. Will we have to build more housing for the students?' Thinking.
Mordrd Saturday July 22nd, 2006 12:31:18 PM
"K'nara, I see an amazing future lies ahead for you and your troupe. You are destined to be a part of history."
Mordrid adds to Valdor's recent comments, "Well actually, Cori's search revealed much information; in its lack of information. There is no evidance of this orc's banner in any of the books on heraldry. And by the banner's design, and its simplicity, it hints at being ancient in origin."
Dahlia & Ingrge Saturday July 22nd, 2006 1:02:33 PM
(OCC. I am in Hawaii and will have limited access until August, and there were no takers for my sub requests so, I will do what I can do with Dahlia and Ingrge)
The little halfling watches and listens as the others talk and tell their stories. The Talons seem like they are going to do the Wold proud as dragons, so long as they stick together.
*****
Ingrge enters the tower hand in hand with his wife and sits down next to her still holding hands. After Valdor mentions the mage thing he begins to bristle a bit but then realizes, that he too was going to miss what Figment brought to the group, and responds calmly. "I too am going to miss Figment together we made a very imposing magical combination. We complimented each other well.
As Knara speaks of their tale, Ingrge again listens only adding that they were successful too in Harrowed Moon in that they recovered Olana and escaped alive, while at least temporarily ridding a powerful Lich of his very potent and evil staff.
Valdor Saturday July 22nd, 2006 2:42:22 PM
Valdor, realizing he has ruffled some feathers so to speak, replies to Ingrge,"I apologize. I had forgotten that the Talons had two capable mages, quite unusual for adventuring groups. I was simply rmembering the lost, not intending to demean those in the present group. To be quite honest, I'm not quite sure what each of your members' specialties are. That will be seen shortly, of course."
He thinks for a moment, then adds to everyone,"If you do agree to come with us, we'll need to know eveyone's specialty. And you will need to know ours, as well. With our combined strengths, us and the Storm Dragons took out a mighty lich and his golems like it was a group of goblins. So, together, we wil be mighty indeed. But we must work as one unit, not two."
K'Nara Saturday July 22nd, 2006 6:26:30 PM
"The entire Emerald Kingdom has been informed of how the mighty Parnoth single-handedly..." the leader of the Talons says, then smirks, "...literally, that is...saved the entire Wold from becoming dinner for a huge monster. His personal criers have been shouting it to the masses from the border of Izen to the edges of the Culverwood. Oh, and, by the way, he also acknowledged the enthusiastic assistance of the Platinum Dragons, who aided him in some small fashion." Again, mirth plays large on K'Nara's expression. "Though I don't know the exact circumstances of your partnership with the Green One, his public relations system here in the Kingdom has very much played up his role in that adventure. The uneducated and innocent who hear the criers instantly believe that Parnoth is the savior of The Wold...there are plenty of details about how well-meaning yet ineffective the Platinum Dragons were." She rolls her hazel eyes again.
"I'm sure our journey home to the Tower was extended by at least a day or two what with all the manure we had to wade through..."
Brother Bertram Saturday July 22nd, 2006 8:27:04 PM
Bertram sits listening, clenching his fist in anger, weighing what the Dragons have told and need, versus the good of 1873, no 74, innocent lives. He pondered if he was indeed needed to complete this mission. Or if perhaps their was a much more important mission here. He knows there is no good answer.
Mordrid Saturday July 22nd, 2006 9:06:51 PM
In response to K'nara, "well, actually Parnoth did indeed cover the other-worldly monster in rubble, however it was not an end solution; merely a temporary fix. The creature will have to be dealt with again, eventually, and for good. But there is little known about this creature at this point in time. But that is another story... I think."
He allows a moment for that to sink in, "There is much we do not know at this point. Someone had to be responsible for this creature's untimely visit to our plane. The gate had to be opened. And the liches did not really seem to understand what forces they had found. I don't think they were responsible for its summoning. They were just attracted to its presence." This last part is added for the benefit for his own party members. It is unlikely that the Talons will know of these references. Perhaps they know something more? Who knows?
Corialote and Amarth Saturday July 22nd, 2006 10:52:10 PM
You hear muttering from behind the journal as Cori reads it with familiar following. She shakes her head as she listens to the group as well though at this time she has nothing to add...with reference to the fight.
She pinches the bridge of her nose as she looks up and sighs. "Seems that we have a few extra clues here and another mystery." She reads the following pieces from the journal that she holds.
"....the village and its people on the river bank came as a welcome respite. Or so we thought. Their curse was made known to us in frightened whispers, for a dragon lived close by, and treated them like sheep - tasty morsels to be dragged off and marinated in the swamps before being eaten.
And so, it seemed that our quest, having left the Float many days ago, to discover the civilization it had vanished from, had suddenly developed a side track.
The people were friendly enough, farmers and fishermen for the most part. Although some of us occasionally caught sight of a ghost, or so it seemed at first - a tiny girl with silver hair, so unlike the others..."
Looking to Valdor she asks a simple question. "May it be that we can find this village and do some searching there? Could this ghost girl shed some light on things?" She clenches her fist in anger with all the questions and no answers. Oh she loves a good mystery but you should at least find a few answers to the questions you have before you find a dozen more.
Momentarily letting the journal slip to rest in her lap, though she keeps a grip on it with one hand. "I am a wizardess of average skill. I have taken to combat oriented spells and summonings mostly...though I have had little cause to cast the crowd pleasers." Amarth has hopped down to the arm of the chair and is still reading from the open journal.
Gunther Saturday July 22nd, 2006 11:04:23 PM
As talk of an important orc or half-orc form Izen is raised, Gunther chokes on his ale. Coughing and sputtering, the warrior manages to choke out. "Can I see de orc's banner? I am familiar vith some of de family groupings in Izen." Recovering a little, Gunther utters a silent prayer that it's not Grell's banner...then he thinks a little harder on the subject. No...dad never was smart enough to lead more than the family...no way he could raise an army...though he might very well be a part of it... The thought of meeting up with his adoptive father on less than friendly terms twists in his gut like week old meat.
OOC: I don't believe I pointed it out before, but Gunther is a human.
Dahlia Saturday July 22nd, 2006 11:28:21 PM
Still listening The dark halfling nearly bolts upright as cori reads from the journal.
"Whoa, wait a minute Cori read that part about the girl again? Did you say silver hair? It couldn't be that simple could it? Could this little girl be the young silver dragon? Valdor? Ve?"
Nick Sunday July 23rd, 2006 1:23:43 AM
"I believe the banner was a silhouette of Mount Bone, with a lightning bolt, on a plain background," Nick tells Gunther. "That's how we got the Izen connection. That and another hint. On the 'wild card' in question - the orc is sat on a horse, holding the banner. "One of the prophetess's bodyguards recognized the breed of horse, and they're only bred in one place, on the border of Izen and Aisildur. I think that might be our likeliest starting point."
Olana Sunday July 23rd, 2006 2:09:15 AM
Olana lets out a sigh as Ingrge mentions 'recovering Olana', preferring K'Nara's tale where she wasn't mentioned at all. Mind you, with all the talk about this latest proposal, that whole nasty episode would probably get buried. And good riddence to it. She had enough nightmares...
"I knew Parnoth would have something to do with this," she whispers to Milo. "However big or small."
She raises an eyebrow as Dahlia says something about the book and the dragon.
K'Nara Sunday July 23rd, 2006 4:27:50 AM
The chestnut-maned woman frowns thoughtfully.
"Tactically speaking, I can see why you'd come to us...Parnoth--despite his publicity--is likely to take advantage of any situation if it means more power and/or treasure for him. It's his nature..." K'Nara says, adding a bit wistfully: "...as much as we may wish it otherwise. However it is that you may need our help, Valdor, I'm sure you can count on the Emerald Talons to support the Platinum Dragons." Then she grinned.
"Just remember to keep us fed, though."
Falin Sunday July 23rd, 2006 5:36:33 AM
Falin nods in agreement with K'Nara.
"So it is a dragon hunting we will go?" Falin thinks for a second. "So, we are looking for a small village on the bank of a river with a swamp near it. Oh, and it is going to be many days travel from the Float."
"And one last question, who is Addinein?"
OOC: If this is something my character should know please ignore this and email me the explanation: jamie.harwick@gmail.com
Lian Sunday July 23rd, 2006 9:56:19 AM
Lian perks up, realizing something. "I thought the Dragon Groups, that is to say, the Consortium had conducted some sort of dragon purge, excluding Greenie. Why is there a black dragon now in the mix? Does it have a connection directly to Parnoth? Maybe we should ask the Ol' lizard."
"This orc bothers me. What does its army consist of? Orcs? Humans? A mix? How do we know its an orc and not some cleverly disguised tyrant?"
Ve Mundr Sunday July 23rd, 2006 2:19:24 PM
Ve leans forward towards Dahlia, "Interesting thought. Small silver in the background under the greater black and a sliver haired girl ghost in a village by a swamp." Ve sits back, his armor sounding softly against itself as he does so. A mailed gauntlet moves to his chin and he lets out a small hum. "You very well may have something there. The Float in the cards may have been also a starting place on where to begin the search as much as it seems to be a potential prize. I understand the present location of the Floating City is not where it has always been. If that is true, given the age of the diary and the dragon we may want to find it's original location and then look for the nearest swamp as our strting point."
Father Nick Sunday July 23rd, 2006 5:44:43 PM
Nick answers Falin's question. "Addinein is a member of the Storm Dragons, along with Nonam, Jus, Gareth, Tericus and Onrad. I'm assuming this journal is a record of their journey south from the Float, maybe a year or two ago. They were on their way to discovering just 'where' the Float was in relation to everywhere else, when they encountered this dragon."
He hesitates, and the continues. "I'm afraid Addinein... died... during this encounter. From what the Storms told me, they had a tough time of it. The dragon escaped with most of it's treasure, and when they revisited the creature's lair, there was nothing further to be found, suggesting that the dragon had flown the coop. No one has seen hide nor hair of it since."
He gestures toward Cori and the journal. "However, we're hoping that perhaps this journal can a least shed light on this creature's behaviour and offense tactics. Cori is able to translate his dark elf script. There are sketches. And, going off what she has just read out to us - it seems that the mysterious silver dragon made an appearance to the Storms at some point.
"I'm sorry if things seem complicated. We're finding it hard to grasp ourselves. But although the green and black dragon appeared on those cards of prophecy - only Dahlia saw the silver one, which was apparently hanging around in the background of the black dragon card. Our Dahlia seems to have acquired a skill for prophecy of late." Nick shifts his eyes toward the little dark-skinned halfling, and his eyes are full of concern.
He seems on the edge of saying something further, but has apparently decided to keep silent about it. For the moment. Floating City politics, and personal confidentiality regarding one of the members of the Storm Dragons. Deep waters, both. The Lady Solara. We know her true identity. I wonder... As for Jus...
Mordrid Sunday July 23rd, 2006 8:47:06 PM
"Nick, actually the horse trader was from the Peablossom River, which is on the border of Izen and New Elenna."
Nodding in agreement with Ve, "Looks like another leg of the trip leads us to the Big Float, where we would have to retrace the steps found in this journal that Cori reads from."
"Valdor?" Turning towards his leader. "If the Black Dragon flew the roost, then he would have relocated to another swamp. "I.E. Osto. The gentleman we left Parnoth with, the so called mayor; did anyone notice something strange about him and his two companions?" The question is left open ended, and the insinuation is that this new mayor of Osto might just be the Black Dragon that we are seeking. And if that is the case, Parnoth and the mayor of Osto seem to be getting mighty cozy with one another.
"Did anyone catch the name of the mayor? Never been too good with names. Anyone think it strange that we were attacked in Osto by a demon.... after the so called other-worldly creature was dispatched by Parnoth? We took that in stride without putting to big a point on it."
((~~Jan~~ On zee almighty map -Peaseblossom forks off, and part of it heads west through Culverwood and south down the western side of Izen (where its technically called the South Peaseblossom). To the west is Blackbird Forest and Aisildur. If the initial fork that heads directly south on the east side of Izen, near Edenmoor is also the Peaseblossom, then we're both right. :) ))
Valdor Monday July 24th, 2006 12:04:42 AM
All of the questions and answers almost put Valdor's mind in a tailspin. He knew most of the answers and all the players involved and can still barely keep up. He finally says,"I think the former location of Floating City, after it disappeared from its normal place, is where they were when they encountered this black dragon. We have known several black dragons, but I think this one is different. I think it's one we haven't encountered yet.
If I remember Sturdevant's lady prophetess friend, it was much bigger than Parnoth. I don't think Parnoth is in league with it...yet. That is what we must prevent. Sturdevant can handle either one by himself, but not both, was what she said. So, we don't involve Parnoth, as he would then seek this dragon out as an ally, if they aren't in league already...and I do not think they are. I think the original plan still holds. The horse breeder, then the orc that sat upon it will be the first leg. From there, well, who knows. We have several clerics between our groups who could ask for guidance in this if our options run out. Of course, we could always just go take out Parnoth and be done with it. But, better the enemy you know, than the one you don't. If we don't take care of this black dragon problem now, it will become a worse problem down the road.
I say we get some rest, mages and clerics load up on your spells. Anyone who needs to make preparations for the short time we will be gone do so and we meet back at daybreak ready to depart. We can discuss this more on the way. Parnoth is bound to have spies around your camp and the less we talk about this the better. We should even leave in a wrong direction, so if he asks them, they will tell him wrongly."
He shuts up for a second, then addss,"I feel certain that your people here will be safe enough. Mop would not be foolish enough to send any force against these after we leave. He knows we would come after him, and he is a coward. Parnoth isn't stupid. If he attacked here after we left, he knows he'd have to face all of us."
DM Jan Monday July 24th, 2006 1:53:28 AM
As the group discuss, what is in essence, a threat to the entire peninsula, certain main avenues of investigation become apparent -
The orc depicted in the wild card. Was he friend, foe? Whoever he is, he's an important part of the puzzle.
The Floating City - how does the Big Float fit in, sitting on that lake like a rare, covetable jewel?
The whereabouts of the black dragon.
There is a sense hanging over the meeting perhaps, that if the right path is taken, then all else, including all the peripherals, will fall into place.
Outside, the elven camp appears to be having a meeting of its own. The elder ones have gathered, and appear to be staring down into a shallow bowl of water.
Posting Report For Monday July 24th, 2006 6:06:51 AM
Game # 1 Week of July 17, 2006
Posting Report For Monday July 24th, 2006 6:12:42 AM
Game # 3 Week of July 17, 2006
Name MTWTF DM Donna XXXXXS Farlin XOXXX_SS Lian XXXXXS Milo OXXXO Olana OXXXX-SS Gunther XXOXOS Inger XXXXO Bro Bertram OXXXOS L'Nara OOXOXS-SS Aeralin XXOXO
Gunther Monday July 24th, 2006 12:45:36 PM
Gunther relaxes as attention is taken off the orc for the moment. Only time would tell whether Grell was involved in all this, and he will deal with that when the time comes. His mind whirling as the Platinum Dragons go over the misson, Gunther keeps quiet. His face breaks out into a grin as Valdor mentions rest, and he nudges K'nara. It's hard for him to concentrate on any further conversation as his mind wanders to his impending alone time with K'nara and his kitty.
Brother Bertram Monday July 24th, 2006 1:06:01 PM
Bertram just sits pondering it all. So many problems, never time for solutions. The world must be saved time and again, and has been so far. But the people out there on the commons needed help..now. He agonized listening to this. It was obvious the Talons were going to go, but where did his duty lie?
Lian Monday July 24th, 2006 1:07:54 PM
Lian silently leaves the Dragon group meeting, since politics is far from Lian's mind and understanding.
The monk makes for the refugee camp, not to spy, but to ask questions.
The elf moves in and out of the group with ease and comes to the elders. When they are done scrying, he will inquire as to the current condition or existence of the monestary deep within the Culverwood and the nearby village which he once lived. "My father once grew grapes for the monks wine. He and mother would be quite old now. Father likely retired recently. If they still live, I would like them to come here for safety."
Then he adds seriously, "If they are dead, I want to know how they died. If they were killed, I would avenge them."
K'Nara Monday July 24th, 2006 1:21:26 PM
"There is a lot to think about." K'Nara says. "I know from bitter experience that, if Parnoth is involved, he will do his utmost to insure that he emerges with more power or treasure--or, if he can manage it--both! We have to stop that or we'll never be able to loosen his stranglehold on the elves of the Emerald Kingdom." The redhead pauses, then addresses Valdor's observation.
"You're right about the safety of the elves here at Madyrn." she agrees. "Mop is obviously eager to return money to the Big Green's coffers, and so won't jeopardize the cash flow for as long as he believes it is coming. I've found that, as long as Parnoth can get his claws on the money, he isn't inclined to use muscle. This time the money we give over will buy time, for I do not intend to leave the people of Madyrn without the ability to defend themselves if need be."
Rainara now comes forth.
"Mistress, all of the habitable rooms of the Tower have been prepared for overnight visitors." the elder elf informs K'Nara. "The training room--Master Lian's quarters--is currently unavailable because we had to store all the items that you sent back to us somewhere relatively secure."
K'Nara looks at the people assembled.
"We'll have to find places for everyone to sleep." she says with a mischievous grin (and an oblique glance Gunther's way), then proceeds to explain the layout of the Tower...
...to be continued in next DM post...
Valdor Monday July 24th, 2006 1:55:58 PM
Valdor smiles at the mentioning of quarters and says,"I'll sleep under a tree somewhere. No need for me to use someone else's room."
He drinks some more water, then looks for a suitable spot, pulling blankets and a pillow out his backpack of holding. He sleeps in his armor, as though it's a second skin to him. His two long swords are placed into his backpack, buthis main sword is laid under his arm where it couldn't be removed unles he was moved off of it.
The Layout of Talons' Tower - DM Donna Monday July 24th, 2006 2:03:11 PM I have a JPG of the Tower as it has been recently renovated (just as the Talons left for their Tests), and I will send it out to everyone as soon as I can. Meanwhile, here is a description of the Tower spaces.
Currently the Platinum Dragons and the Emerald Talons are on the main (ground) floor of the Tower, in the Great Room. The only public door that allows entry into the Tower is a three-foot-wide, seven-foot-tall door made of thick ironwood planks. It is in the northeast corner of the Tower, on the north wall.
The interior space of the Tower is a square that is roughly forty feet or so on each side. (The exterior dimensions are about 45-46 feet on each side, give or take a foot.) The Tower is ancient, of high-quality dwarven stonework, although the interior partions/walls are wood.
On the main floor, the Great Room takes up all of the space save for the kitchen, which is a walled-off 15-foot-square space that occupies the northwest corner of the floor. The large oval table at which everyone is sitting is in the middle of the eastern half of the space, more towards the east wall. On the southern half of the west wall is a nice large fireplace (it was in front of this fireplace that Aeralia was actually performing her illusion show.)
Hanging over the fireplace is a large portrait in an ornately-carved frame, upon which is inscribed in gold: "Valor Jlacathra ". It shows an old Elven wizard in his study...and he appears to be sleeping. In fact, if you actually go up to the painting and look at it, you can see (and hear!) that the old elf is snoring! (Note to Olana: apparently old Valor has slept through the arrival of the Talons and their guests.)
There is a flight of stone stairs on the north wall that leads up to the second floor (or the first living level.)
The first living level has along its west wall a flight of stone stairs that lead up to another level (as well as the stairs that lead down on its north wall.)
What used to be Lian's training room/quarters occupies the northern half of this floor. There are three roughly 12'x15' bedrooms that occupy the southern half of the floor. From left to right (west to east) they had been assigned to: K'Nara, Milo and Olana.
The third floor (or the second living level) has the flight of stone stairs that leads down to the lower level along its west wall, and a flight of stairs that leads up to a hatch to the roof along its south wall.
There is a large room--the magic lab--that dominates the western half of the floor. Again, there are three 12'x15' bedrooms on this level, situated in the western half of the floor. They have been assigned to (top to bottom, or north to south): Bertram, Figment (now absent) and Ingrge.
The roof is accessed by the 3'x3' square trapdoor/hatch that is in the middle of the southern area of this level, close to the three-foot tall wall that surrounds the area. There are four "mini-towers" that are located in each of the Tower's corners. Currently, Falin's quarters are the southeast tower. Each tower has a "loft-style" bedroom in it, with its two beds on the upper half of the loft space. The loft space is reachable by climbing up a ladder.
There is a light ballista that is parked in the eastern area of the Tower. It was recently repaired and even has a nearby supply of missiles.
One may notice that Gunther hasn't been assigned a room...that's because Gunther had commissioned a special sort of outbuilding that was supposed to be designed to house both himself and any big cats that he may have been training. By now, it must be at least partially finished...
Falin Monday July 24th, 2006 2:20:33 PM
"All of this talk and our traveling has caused me to tire a bit earlier than normal. Youw ould excuse me for the evening. I am going to retire. I have no reservations about dedicating my bow to this cause."
He begins to turn and stops for a second. "Not to be rude, I appologize. Any who wish to stay on the roof there is ample space and it is a beautiful night."
With that he bows to the cousel of dragons and to his own friends and treks upstairs. Once there he will watch over the valley for some time, just watching the people. So many,thinks Falin. Only when we have been able to shed Parnoth's yoke will we all truly be free. Perhaps this is the chance for that to happen.
He will watch for some time before he makes his way to his bunk for the evening.
The she panther... Monday July 24th, 2006 2:59:10 PM
Gunther is suddenly bowled over in a fit of black fur and wet whiskers. She is happy to see her friend!
;)
DM Donna OOC: well, actually, the panther is still where Rethus & Rainara are keeping it at present...Gunther has to go find her.
Lian Monday July 24th, 2006 3:00:57 PM
The monk waits for any reply the refugees may have fro his inquiries.
Mordrid Monday July 24th, 2006 7:30:17 PM
Mordrid takes Falin up on his offer to view the canopy of Culverwood from above. Besides its beauty, there may be something more to learn.
He will later arrange his bed roll on the exposed roof.
Nick Monday July 24th, 2006 8:22:51 PM
"Well, if no one has any objections. I'll make up my bed over there near the fireplace," says Nick.
It's not that Culverwood has him spooked or anything...
Olana Monday July 24th, 2006 8:26:47 PM
As folk start to drift away, Olana looks toward Aeralia. "Stay in my room if you like, I can share with Milo."
Don't want to be on my own. Not till the nightmares have died down a bit.
Dahlia / Ingrge Monday July 24th, 2006 8:45:35 PM
Dahlia looks over at Valdor as he gets up. "So is there any way to find out where that silver-haired little girl is and if so is there a way of finding out if she is a silver dragon????????"
******** Ingrge listens and watches, not saying much but thin king about what sorts of spell and such he may need for the up coming work. As the Group breaks up after dinner, he and Caeryn make their way to their room.
Corialote and Amarth Monday July 24th, 2006 10:23:17 PM
Cori shrugs at the comments of the young girl mentioned in the journal. "You maybe right about that being the silver." She stretches and yawns as she hears talks of sleep and getting ready for the next day. "I can easily take a spell that will transport us to the Float." She does not indicate that she knows where it is at...though the fact that she has offered will lead everyone to this conclusion.
Looking to Dahlia she shrugs as without a physical thing to lead her spells she would be hard pressed to find this girl...dragon or not. "It might be possible...but most spells work better with a focus of some sort...a connection to the thing you seek." She stands and moves along with the others to find a place to sleep.
Looking to the ranger or druid of the Talons she ponders and then asks a question. "Do any types of roses grow here...something not normal...different?" She has been looking for something new to take her mind off things and maybe trying to breed a new rose would help out.
No matter what she will find a quiet place to catch a little sleep and then it will be back to the journal to seek out other information. She is currently interested in both dragons and if any other hinted locations will be revealed for them.
Ve Mundr Monday July 24th, 2006 10:28:17 PM
Ve gets up as people begin to retire and nods to father Nick,"I will stay with Father Nicholas by the fire as well." he drops his pack and unrolls his bedroll there. Ve finds a chair to read in and to write some in a journal he keeps. A holy book of Domi opened before him he takes a quill and starts making notes in it and then again in the journal. The Talons were for the most part a mystery to him. He knew little of them, save for the test to become 'dragons' and that they were honorable and a well rounded unit. He certainly did not envy Valdor the task ahead of turning a pair of very long standing single groups into one cohesive and effective unit.
Gunther Monday July 24th, 2006 10:29:39 PM
The excitement on Gunther's face is clear to anyone with working eyes. Finally!! Still...first thing's first...Gunther looks over at K'nara. "Miss K'nara...it's been a long time since I've seen de kitty. She's probably missing me. I tink I'll go check on her...if you don't mind." Looking like a kid in a candy store, Gunther turns to any Platinum Dragons who might be around. "If any of you vould like to meet my kitty, dis vould probably be a goot time...." Gunther heads to the kitchen and gets a large soup bone, and then seeks out Rainara to find out what might have happened with his pet while he was away.
Catching Up - DM Donna Tuesday July 25th, 2006 12:57:42 AM
Caeryn bids everyone a good night and eagerly goes with her husband to the room that Ingrge remembers choosing so very long ago. As they go, Caeryn fills in Ingrge about how the Tree of Parting has done in the wake of Parnoth's decree.
"Folbre and his staff have been granted special dispensation by the realm," she says to Ingrge, "for his 'sustenance of the Emerald Kingdom's good image in the eyes of the rest of The Wold'..." The half-Drow snorts. "He's expected to pay extra taxes for the privelege of their freedom, however. He's the one who's been telling most of the refugees who have come here to come to the Tower in the first place."
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE DINNER TABLE:
K'Nara nods and gets to her feet.
"My room will be available to anyone who wants to use it." she announces to the group. "Gunther and I want to see how his cat is doing now, so I bid you all good night. Breakfast will be...?"
"Two hours past sunrise, Mistress K'Nara." Rainara supplies. (OOC: about 7am Woldian time.)
K'Nara slips her arm through Gunther's and the couple follow Rainara out of the door.
"The building that Master Gunther requested to house his feline is not quite finished." Rainara explained. "It was placed to the east of the Tower...away from the stables, which are finished by now and are north of the Tower." The elder elf smiles.
"We made sure to keep to your specifications as much as possible." the elder elf said, rounding the corner and walking towards a rectangular building that was about fifty feet or so from the Tower's east side. The building appears to be made from stone and timber, about twenty feet tall. Rainara explains that the building is about thirty or so feet wide and about 80 feet long. On the south end of the building are the pens for the cats--three of them, about 10-feet-square each. The pens are delineated by sturdy iron bars and secured by a simple yet strong latching device. And there is no roof over most of the building, although Rainara assures Gunther that both the pens and his quarters do have roofs over them.
"Your feline friend likes her pen very much." Rainara says as the trio approaches the building. "She especially likes the way the training area has developed...though she still prefers to hunt in the Culverwood herself rather than let any of us feed her...but that's as it should be."
Rainara opens the door into the cat training hall, showing a very spacious area within the building--the floor is a carpet of green grass, and there are several trees and boulders dotted about the area, as well as a gurgling pool that is next to a walled-off area in the northeast corner that looks to be about fifteen feet square.
"The druids had three different trees grow so that there are many strong horizontal branches so that the cat can climb." Rainara pointed out. "There is a small pool that is actually a coldwater spring. She likes to drink from it, mostly, although she doesn't seem to mind using it on occasion if she feels hot."
As the three of them approach the pens to the south, there is a growl of welcome that comes from one of them...in it, the black panther that had befriended Gunther is now eagerly pacing.
Milo Tuesday July 25th, 2006 1:07:46 AM
Taking in the newly renovated tower, Milo feels immediately like he has found home. Coupled with the reality of his recent proposal to Olana, the halfling stands in quiet contentment, vowing silently to himself that he will not allow himself the opportunity to speak and mess the whole thing up. To Milo, being apart of a family with a home simply appeals to every fiber of his being. Then a thought occurred to the halfling, "I'd like to inspect the locks on this place at some point in the near future. Make sure they are up to snuff. Probably wouldn't hurt to place some magical whammy on the place to protect from unwanted guests as well."
DM Jan Tuesday July 25th, 2006 1:09:48 AM
The night draws in.
As Lian makes his way across camp, the others organize themselves with the intention, for the most part, of getting a good night's sleep.
There are no city sounds here. Instead are the almost silent flitting of bats, and a competing sing song between crickets, cicadas and toads, and even that dies off as true dark arrives. Eventually, with the exception of the occasional bellow of some beast, deep in Culverwood, all is peaceful, all is quiet.
Even the gathering in the elven camp are making little noise.
Lian gets a strange reception. "Personal questions will have to wait," one of the elders tells him. "Join the circle." There are six elders around the wide, shallow bowl, (Lian will bring the number to seven) and two others, both hunters by the looks of them, stood off to one side. Those two nod at Lian.
Minutes, and then hours tick by. A cool breeze gently flicks at the collars of everyone's shirts. But there is nothing to do but stare at the water and watch.
Then - just before dawn, the water in the pool begins to stir and ripple outward. A minute ticks by, and then another - and then suddenly the pool is full of light, so bright that some of the light rays shine upward like an ever changing column of colour that can easily be seen over by the Tower.
And in the pool - movement. Something - a creature, horrible to look at, snaps savagely then moves out of sight. The scene becomes a broad vista of battle. Rotting things felled by arrows; fireballs exploding accompanied by a cacophony of screams. Lian can see K'Nara's firey blade cutting a swathe through the air; there are bowmen, elven ; a black ponytail and a flash of ribbons; blood spatters on the surface of the water; creatures trailing rotting flesh home in on a standard - its heraldic image one of a mountain with a lightning flash, and they drag the flag to the ground and tear it apart; Valdor's armour, the 'V' is unmistakable; someone dressed in white - Ingrge? Or Father Nicholas? The entire foreground and middle ground is utter chaos. A stark contrast to a shoreline, ships at anchor, and a calm body of water in the background.
It's over in seconds. A percussive wave of air blasts outward from the pool knocking everyone back a step or two. Looking down - the pool of water in the bowl has become just that - a pool of water in a bowl.
Gunther d20+14=24 Tuesday July 25th, 2006 8:58:47 AM
As they enter the training area, Gunther clutches his chest, his eyes wide in disbelief. He'd done a lot of training in his life, but never in any place as nice as this. Though he had drawn up the basic specifications for the building, Gunther is amazed by the sheer beauty of the place. Brushing at his eyes (could those be tears?!), Gunther looks over at K'nara. "I'm gonna let her out. She's not used to you. You might vant to stay over by my quarters until vere sure how she'll react to you." Looking over at Rainara, Gunther suddenly remembers. "Vere any of de druids able to find out vhat she'd like to be called?" Pushing the mechanism, Gunther squats down in front of the pen. "Here kitty, kitty. Vere's Gunther's pretty kitty?" (Handle animal=24)
Aeralia Tuesday July 25th, 2006 10:26:29 AM
Aeralia remains almost completely quite during most of the talks and dinner, not wanting to interrupt any of their discussions. She felt very out of place, and so her only movements were to ocassionally take a sip from her glass, or a nibble of food.
Terrin continues to stand vigilantly over his ward, opting not to take a seat at the table and stand against the wall silently.
"Oh, no miss, err.. madam, that certainly isn't necessary," the young troubadour says when Olana offers her a room. "I'm sure I can find a place outside, no need to be bothered on my account. I would need some wider spaces to practice anyway."
Glancing quickly to Terrin behind her for seemingly approval of her decision, the young human merely raises a questioning eyebrow at Aeralia, and in a low, soft voice murmurs "It'd be rude not to accept their hospitality."
Aeralia glances back to Olana and smiles, nodding in acceptance. "Well, thank you then, been a while since I had a decent place to sleep. And I'll be sure to be on my way in the morning, don't want to overstay my welcome. But I do appreciate the meal, and room, and all that."
Valdor Tuesday July 25th, 2006 10:30:07 AM
Valdor dozes lightly. He has never been a heavy sleeper, unless it was following a late party and kegs of ale. But, he hadn't touched any ale in quite some time, the rock hard abs was evidence of that. Thank goodness for his brother's good natured kidding. He had started to let his indulgences get the better of him. He sleeps well, enjoying again the noises of the outdoors and nature itself. My how one forgets...
Lian Tuesday July 25th, 2006 11:04:51 AM
Torn between two families, his blood and his friends, the monk stands there looking at the calm bowl for what seems an eternity. Then looking up to the six others, Lian turns with a flash of plat braids and is gone, running toward the Tower to tell the others what he has seen.
Finding the Dragons and Talons spread throughout the castle, some asleep and others still talking, the hand of Domi calls for several people to collect Father Nick, Valdor, Knara, Bertram and Ingrge. These folks were in the vision and Bertram is wise. The black hair confuse him. So many images, so fast, a blur.
"I was at the camp, looking for information on my family and the elders were divining and told me to join them. After hours I saw something..."
'Something - a creature, horrible to look at, snaps savagely then moves out of sight. The scene becomes a broad vista of battle. Rotting things felled by arrows; fireballs exploding accompanied by a cacophony of screams. Lian can see K'Nara's firey blade cutting a swathe through the air; there are bowmen, elven ; a black ponytail and a flash of ribbons; blood spatters on the surface of the water; creatures trailing rotting flesh home in on a standard - its heraldic image one of a mountain with a lightning flash, and they drag the flag to the ground and tear it apart; Valdor's armour, the 'V' is unmistakable; someone dressed in white - Ingrge? Or Father Nicholas? The entire foreground and middle ground is utter chaos. A stark contrast to a shoreline, ships at anchor, and a calm body of water in the background.'
He states what he saw image by brutal image.
"I came here immediately after recieving it. But the black ponytail I'm at a loss."
Ve Mundr Tuesday July 25th, 2006 2:17:11 PM
The Hand of Domi is in the room and almost upon Father Nicholas before Ve can act, but he is up in an instant knowing something has just happened. He snaps both books closed and extinguishes the candle he had lit and moves to Father Nicholas. Ve follows in the wake and listens to Lian relate what he just witnessed.
Falin Tuesday July 25th, 2006 2:21:58 PM
While on the roof Falin asks Mordrid, "Do you enjoy the pipe from time to time?"
Falin walks to his room and grabs a pipe and some pipe weed and lights it. He offers Mordrid a draw off of it. If he accepts he will sit there and just enjoy the company and the quiet.
In the morning Falin will rise and enjoy not having to feel threatened. He performs some light calesthetics and then proceeds downstairs to join the others at the breakfast table.
Valdor Tuesday July 25th, 2006 3:59:29 PM
Valdor joins the others and listens carefully. He smiles at the thought of battling, then his eyes light up. He asks,"Did you say the rotten things were homing in on the standard and tearing it down? Wouldn't that mean the bearer of the flag was on our side, or that we were on their side? I like the thought of battling undead or any other creature, but I like to make sure I'm on the right side. We need to be careful about making any prejudgements about the orc. That banner, Nick, is it the same one you figure?"
He looks honestly confused.
Lian d20=18 Tuesday July 25th, 2006 4:34:58 PM
Lian finds it easy now to speak with the legends. "I thought maybe three different forces, possibly fighting for or against the same thing. Perhaps though you are more likely to know more details than I." He says to Valdor.
The monk tries to remember the faces of the elven bowmen... were they our refugees fighting alongside us after they recieve training? Were they a seperate force, sent by someone else? (trying to recognize the faces of the elven bowmen from the quickly fading memory, rolled 18 on a general type of check, add whichever bonuses you like.)
The monk is no artist, but he does his best to sketch the banner in detail.
Ve Mundr Tuesday July 25th, 2006 5:09:30 PM
Ve chimes in, "It is also likely that none of us are on the same side, but three forces meeting in the same place. The banner is the one we seek almost certainly. It also seems one of the forces comes by sea. I would further venture from the initial description that a dragon lich may be involved."
Olana Tuesday July 25th, 2006 5:13:23 PM
"There's a human girl, with a black ponytail tied with ribbons, in my room, Lian," says Olana, sliding up behind her fellow elf. "Now isn't that interesting."
Can't sleep, look out the window and there's a light in the sky. And there is Lian - running to the Tower as fast as he can go...
She had nudged Milo awake before coming downstairs. "Something's happening..."
Nick Tuesday July 25th, 2006 5:27:33 PM
The forest air appeared to agree with him, and Nick was approaching the end of a restorative night's sleep. He seemed to need sleep more than ever these days.
Eyes snapping open, he scrambles to his feet. He raises an eyebrow at Ve. What's this all about? Once gathered with the others, he listens to Lian's experience at the camp, and then watches closely as the elf draws what he saw of the banner. "It has to be the same thing. The sooner we solve that little mystery the better, I'd say."
Corialote and Amarth Tuesday July 25th, 2006 6:30:00 PM
Cori stretches and yawns as she moves outside of the building. She had been looking around at the outside, getting a feel for the place. Unknown to her some of the group has returned to the dining hall and are even now going over another mystery. "Well Amarth...lets read a little more from this journal and then turn in." Looking around she picks a clear area that will not be in the way and uses a spell to call up a structure to house her for the night.
Seating herself on an outside bench she conjures up a light and opens the journal. She does occassionally look to the elves as the prepare to get some rest as well. Still most of her focus is upon the journal and its' contents.
Later that night she will retire for a modest few hours of sleep and then be awake early. If anyone should come looking for her in the morning they will find her at a table in the house she conjured reading from her spellbook for the morning.
Lian Tuesday July 25th, 2006 6:32:48 PM
"Yes, but the elven bowmen. What of them? Who do you think they are? In my opinion they seemed to have the same or even more skills with a bow than Falin. I'm no bow expert."
-->> Inbetweeny Post (DM Jan) Tuesday July 25th, 2006 7:19:52 PM
Addinein's journal -
...further conversations. They proved to be more interesting than those at the dining table with the village elders the night before. Clangden appears to have solved the riddle about the ghost girl. He was told by one of the families she appeared about the same time, months ago, as the small silver dragon we spotted just before our arrival. Apparently they'd had to nurse both dragon and girl back to health. Both had been badly injured. They didn't know what had happened to the dragon, but they reckoned the girl had been badly mauled by an animal. They leave bowls of mashed up food for the child, who cannot speak, by all accounts. I don't consider it prudent as yet to suggest to these people that the girl and the silver dragon might be one and the same... simple folk, and a little odd. They call the silver dragon 'Cloud'. It brings rain for their crops.
... caught sight of the girl again today. Just a glimpse. Ach.... horribly disfigured... territorial? If there's a black dragon already in the area...
Brother Bertram Tuesday July 25th, 2006 7:49:23 PM
Bertram spends his time alone in prayer, both of thanks and guidance. He seeks wisdom from both his gods, trying to find the right path.
Night: Cat Training Hall - DM Donna Tuesday July 25th, 2006 11:01:54 PM
K'Nara moves over to where Gunther's room is located and leans against one corner of the plastered wall.
Gunther is suddenly bowled over in a fit of black fur and wet whiskers. The she-panther is happy to see her friend!
"The druids say that she's declared herself to be Thaeri..." Rainara tells the human male. "It means 'fleet of foot'."
"I daresay that she DOES seem to have some damn good reflexes on her." K'Nara agrees with a grin.
Thaeri, meanwhile, engages Gunther in a mock-wrestle that only half-play. The trainer knows that the panther is also testing his dominance to see if he is still alpha.
Milo Tuesday July 25th, 2006 11:29:10 PM
Milo's eyes snap open at Olana's nudge, and the halfling is immediately aware of his new surroundings once more, "Time to wake already?" The sleepy halfling stumbles out of bed to follow in Olana's wake downstairs.
Gunther-Still nightime in the Cat Hall d20+14=24 Tuesday July 25th, 2006 11:56:00 PM
Gunther laughs as Thaeri tackles him, and he joyfully engages in the wrestling (Handle Animal=24). But Thaeri is not his first kitty, and so he knows better than to let her "win". Gunther spends several minutes at the wrestling, making sure Thaeri has had time to bond as well as time to expend her playful energy. Once she is done, Gunther spends a few minutes grooming the panther. Once he is fully certain that the kitty is calm enough to work with, Gunther calls K'nara over to them. "Move slowly so dat you're not threatening...den I vant you to come and sit over here..." Gunther coaches K'nara through the process of getting acquainted with the big cat...his goal at this point merely to get the kitty used to the bladesinger's presence. He keeps the encounter short, not wanting to push too hard on the first session.
After asking K'nara to move back, Gunther reaches into his backpack and pulls out two wreathes of small blue flowers. He places one on top of his head, and then very gently and patiently, he places the other on Thaeri's head. He watches in wonder as the small tendrils of the vines gently curl around the ears, holding the wreath in place. Making sure that the kitty leaves the wreath in place, Gunther gives her the bone he brought her. As he watches her eat the bone, Gunther chit chats with K'nara.
After the panther finishes the bone, Gunther guides the kitty back to her pen. Then he pulls out his winter blanket and lays it near the pool. Leaning back on the blanket, Gunther invites K'nara over, relishing in her closeness.
Night in the Cat Hall - K'Nara Wednesday July 26th, 2006 12:08:41 AM
K'Nara makes sure to listen to Gunther--training big wild cats like Thaeri is his forte, after all. The panther blinks languid amber eyes at the human female, and even sniffs a bit out of curiosity, but otherwise doesn't do anything else.
K'Nara smirks when Gunther puts the delicate-looking wreath on his thick mop of hair, which was still white thanks to the kiss of the ferryman of Fae Skeimir. He should have looked ridiculous, but somehow he looked rather dignified in the circlet of blossoms.
"Cute, Gunther, real cute." she says, but willingly snuggles in next to him.
DM Jan Wednesday July 26th, 2006 1:11:41 AM
As Lian, Valdor, Nick, Ve, Olana, and Milo try to make sense of what Lian saw out in the elven camp, Rethus moves about the Tower in an attempt to raise everyone else.
He opens the roof trapdoor and his nostrils flare at the lingering scent of pipe smoke. "Needed downstairs," he says to Falin and Mordrid.
On the way back down he knocks on Ingrge and Caeryn's door - "Needed downstairs."
He also raps on Olana's door to awaken Aeralia. "Needed downstairs."
He finds Dahlia, Cori (Jim, see my post above in italics), and Bertram. "Needed downstairs."
Bertram is already awake, in the aftermath of his prayers....
... mists hang low, obscuring the ground, but a dark-haired man of barbarian proportions is stood looking down ...... at the surface of a table.... merely an observer... some kind of board game. And pieces are already moving. Something leaps on Bertram's shoulder... to get a better view of the game.. the thing - Gargul's imp, turns and grins at the dwarf. "Which piece are you?" he asks. Fade.....
.. what is that? An anvil. A man stands up, holding Bertram's axe aloft, and breaks into a smile, not dressed like a blacksmith, no - a monk. He turns. A wrinkled brow, but there is joy and strength in his eyes; and another dark cap of hair. The man turns and walks toward Bertram. He hands the dwarf the axe. "Wield it well, my friend, and have courage."
Rethus tentatively approaches the Cat Haus, where K'Nara and Gunther are sleeping. "Mistress K'Nara?" he calls out tentatively. "Needed inside." The elder elf hitches a thumb in the direction of the Tower as he speaks.
Woldian time = 2 hours before breakfast, and a narrow crack of light is on the horizon.
As the whole team starts to gather, it appears that Lian's question about the elven bowmen is about to be answered, for a number of them, 42 of them in fact, armed with their bows, are approaching the main Tower gate.
DM Donna's OOC Note: I edited the dialogue of Rethus slightly because he has a tendency to speak in two-word sentences whenever he speaks at all.
Gunther-End of nightime in the Cat Hall Wednesday July 26th, 2006 1:22:59 AM
Gunther beams at K'nara, basking in her radiance...her freshness...but most of all, her nearness. "I tought you liked flowers." Gunther chuckles as he lightly touches the garland on his head. "Dere magic..." Gunther continues more seriously this time. "Just before ve left, I found a mage who could help me craft von. Dere flowers from vere dat Ebryon fellow came to de Vold. In a day I should be able to talk vith my kitty vith dese..." Gunther moves in closer to K'nara...nuzzling her and staring up into the night sky.. "But enough about my kitty...let me tell you how beautiful you are..." That was what the humans say, right?! Ugg, I hope I'm saying the right thing...I mean, she is an elf, and not a human...or she thinks she's an elf... Ack!! Beginning to feel a little overwhelmed with the more elaborate courtship process of non-orcs, Gunther struggles fiercely to come up with a suitable compliment. "Your arms...dere stronger den a troll's...and your smile...it's much brighter den does flying skulls..." Butterflies pounding in his stomach, Gunther gets the feeling that he should just shut his mouth...and wisely, he does. Gently, he draws K'nara in to him and kisses her passionately. The time for words was gone, and Gunther takes the courtship process as far as K'nara will allow him.
Gunther spends the rest of the night curled up next to K'nara, sleeping soundly for the first time in a very long time. He bolts upright when he hears the sound of footfalls in his quarters. Hearing the summons, Gunther sighs and walks back to the Tower with K'nara. He tries hard to catch up on the vision and what it might mean, but he finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate with K'nara so close by.
K'Nara - End of Night in the Cat Hall Wednesday July 26th, 2006 10:17:30 AM
K'Nara's hazel eyes sparkle merrily as Gunther attempts to woo her romantically. Then he kisses her--and she immediately responds with an enthusiasm that echoes his own.
"Thank you for thinking of me." she says simply. "I love you for it."
Sleep comes much later, and the respite from the cares of the Wold is sweet.
And short, as the next thing K'Nara knows, Rethus is ruefully awakening the slumbering couple.
Inside, K'Nara listens carefully and mulls over the vision that Lian was party too.
"I think that the undead things taking down that banner is rather interesting, too..." she says with a nod to Valdor. "I agree that this mystery orc can actually be an ally of sorts. It's clear that this orc is an important part of what's happening." The blade singer rubs the back of her neck.
"Does this vision...or that journal...help to point the way to where we should try to go first..?"
Falin d20+2=18 Wednesday July 26th, 2006 10:59:37 AM
Uponm hearing about the archers approaching the tower Falin makes his way outside the front door to watch their approach.
He looks at their manner of dress to see if he recognizes where they may be from.
OOC: 18 Int roll.
Aeralia Wednesday July 26th, 2006 12:36:26 PM
Aeralia wakens slowly, not having expected to be awoken so early. She lays in bed for a little bit, running her illusions and spells through her head, refreshing her memory. After shes done, she slowly gathers her things, changes into a bright yellow dress with red leggings, and ties her hair with a few yellow and red ribbons.
Coming down the stairs, she sleepily rubs her eyes, and glances about tiredly at the assembled Talons and Dragons. She was expecting to have to leave, not listen to this odd vision. "But whats that got to do with me?" Aeralia says, glancing to her hosts nervously. She was quite unsure why she'd been included in hearing this tale.
She glances to Terrin, who'd wordlessly followed her from upstairs, and took his standard position in the darkest corner of the room.
Dahlia/Ingrge d20+8=10 d20+16=26 Wednesday July 26th, 2006 1:19:22 PM
The playful halfling is awake and exercising when Rethus makes his presence known. Wearing her old and colorful gypsey clothes she heads downstairs taking a flip off the railing on the last 10 feet and landing on her feet just to the side of Aeralia. Good morning, I don't believe we have been formally introduced. I am Dahlia Lightfinger.
******* Ingrge and Caeryn spent much of the night chatting and catching up. When Rethus knocks he is acknowledged with a muffled, "All right."
When they make their appearance several minutes later they are both all smiles and unbelievably, Ingrge actually looks relaxed and happy.
When the elves arrive, Ingrge and Caeryn check them out to see who they might be and where they might have come from. Ingrge looks at them for a moment and shrugs having no idea other than they are elves. Caeryn, on the other hand looks long and hard at them something niggling at the back of her mind. Ingrge DC8, Caeryn DC26. (knowledge heraldry/nobility)
Lian Wednesday July 26th, 2006 1:44:10 PM
Lian nods his head in reply to KNara's statement about the orc. "Yes. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, they say." He smiles.
Turning to Aeralia he says. "The dark hair and ribbons in the battle might be you, m'lady." The last word slips off his lips without his knowledge. He has been taken with the bard since he laid eyes on her.
Piecing War Together - DM Donna Wednesday July 26th, 2006 5:05:49 PM
K'Nara eyes Aeralia sharply, then signals to Rainara and Caeryn to accompany her--and goes to the kitchen. There the trio speak together.
"I've only just met this Aeralia person." the human blade singer tells both elves. "I know nothing of her. What is your personal assessment of her, Rainara...Caeryn..?"
The other women exchange glances. The half-drow speaks first.
"I don't have to know you personally," K'Nara replies with a smirk, "Ingrge does. And he married you, so that's good enough for me." The wife of the weapon mage colors intensely, feeling a bit humbled by K'Nara's automatic trust in her.
"I've known young Aeralia a slight bit longer than Mistress Caeryn here," Rainara supplies, "...as the illusionist arrived here at the Tower a few days before her. Aeralia accompanied a band of elves--three or four of them--that had been part of a traveling troupe. The elves in that troupe didn't feel as though the ringmaster would be willing to protect them from Parnoth's decree and came here. Aeralia was with them, since it seemed that they were friends with each other...and she stayed when it turned out that there was a short supply of entertainment to be had here."
"By that time, Madryn was populous but hardly organized." Caeryn points out. "She happily accepted the invitation to stay and provide entertainment to keep most of any discontent at bay. That gave me the chance to make sure that all the refugees here had proper shelter and could get food and medicine and such. It may have gotten ugly if Aeralia had simply decided to move on to Emerald City instead."
"She hasn't been paid in coin for her services, I might add." Rainara chimes in. "Aeralia and her companion could have left--especially when Mop and his brigade appeared. Yet she offered to entertain them in hopes of distracting them from their intended seizure of the elves here."
K'Nara listens to both ladies, nodding sagely as they emphasize Aeralia's generosity and capabilities.
"Thank you both," she tells the elves, "This helps me out a lot." K'Nara returns to where the tactical debate/discussion is going on.
"Well, then," the tall redhead says, nodding in Aeralia's direction, "I've been informed that you were instrumental in diverting Parnoth's goon squad from trying to bully the elves here into going back to Emerald City as slaves. I want to thank you, Aeralia, for that. You could've saved yourself, as Mop was here only for those of elven blood, but you chose to stay and help. If you wish to continue to be of help, I'd appreciate it if you did accompany us on our journey." K'Nara pauses for a moment, then turns towards the Platinum Dragons.
"Are we agreed that seeking out the orc from the various prophecies is likely to be the best action for us at the moment? Both the cards and the vision seem to indicate this orc is a key figure and may likely be a powerful ally."
Valdor Wednesday July 26th, 2006 9:58:04 PM
Valdor replies to K'Nara,"I take it then, that you are agreed in joining with us on this mission. I am pleased to see your growth as a unit. Decision making and prioritizing is one of the most difficult and important parts of Consortium membership. I am decided to seek the orc and find out his place in all of this. We should find out about the leves approaching. If they were seen in the vision, and they wish to support our side, it would be a huge assistance. Let's go find out what they know.
Cori, see how much more of that book you can read to get some more clues, if you don't mind. I know it's a lot, but it's very important to knowing the ultimate enemy we face.
Talons, Plats, we move out in one hour tops! Get prepared, say your goodbyes and meet at the gate. We go to meet the archers."
Valdor spins on his heel and strides towards the incoming elves.
Corialote and Amarth Wednesday July 26th, 2006 10:19:07 PM
Cori looks up as Rethus knocks and then enters to find her studying her spellbook. She listens to his few words and then nods her head. She stands and takes the book with her as she exits the house. With a simple gesture she dismisses the house and heads to the dining area.
As she enters she wonders what all the commotions is about and she also has some news of her own. As she takes a seat at the large table she will snatch up an apple and take a bite. "I have some news as well...though it maybe wiser to hear yours first." She waits till all is told and then gives here own news. "Through my reading I have found that the silver haired girl is indeed the silver dragon...but she lost a fight...I would presume to the black dragon and through some deal...she supports him...maybe fear. It says in the journal that when she was seen last she was terribly disfigured and that is was most likely territorial." She flips open the journal and reads the exact words to the combined group.
"...further conversations. They proved to be more interesting than those at the dining table with the village elders the night before. Clangden appears to have solved the riddle about the ghost girl. He was told by one of the families she appeared about the same time, months ago, as the small silver dragon we spotted just before our arrival. Apparently they'd had to nurse both dragon and girl back to health. Both had been badly injured. They didn't know what had happened to the dragon, but they reckoned the girl had been badly mauled by an animal. They leave bowls of mashed up food for the child, who cannot speak, by all accounts. I don't consider it prudent as yet to suggest to these people that the girl and the silver dragon might be one and the same... simple folk, and a little odd. They call the silver dragon 'Cloud'. It brings rain for their crops.
... caught sight of the girl again today. Just a glimpse. Ach.... horribly disfigured... territorial? If there's a black dragon already in the area..."
Brother Bertram Wednesday July 26th, 2006 10:40:45 PM
Bertram shows up biting his lip, looking at his axe, trying to detect any changes in it. He weighs this against the possiblity he imagined it all, but he cant shake the feeling that it really happened. "Did any of you..hmm..well, Have a strange dream perhaps?"
Ve Mundr Wednesday July 26th, 2006 10:44:51 PM
Ve stands silent for the most part just taking in the conversation. He is not too thrilled at the 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' approach, but he hardly had anything better. The cleric heads for the main room where he had left his books. Upon arriving he opens up his magic carpet and gets comfortable upon it, opening both books again he prays.
K'Nara Wednesday July 26th, 2006 11:52:34 PM
The leader of the Emerald Talons turns to Rainara.
"We'll be traveling." she tells the elder elf. "If you can come up with some food that we can eat on the run, I'd appreciate it."
"At once, Mistress K'Nara!" Rainara nods and turns to go.
"Rainara--you have a specific amount of food in mind?" the human blade singer's question stops the housekeeper for a moment.
"Well...yes, mistress..."
"Double it. We have to feed Valdor." K'Nara says with a grin. Rainara glances at the husky Platinum Dragon and then hurries to the kitchen.
"Meanwhile...I guess I have to go see what our newest arrivals are expecting..." the tall female leaves the Tower and walks out to the outer wall to look over the two-score archers who look...ready.
"I am K'Nara Illutu, leader of the Emerald Talons," she announces in the Elven tongue, "What is it that brings you to the Tower of Saryd this day..?"
Nick Thursday July 27th, 2006 12:07:39 AM
Orc as an ally, thinks Nick. I wonder what the likes of Cori, Olana, Lian, Falin, and Ingrge think about that?
He smiles grimly to himself. What are we getting into?
On his way outside with the others, he walks alongside the dwarf Bertram. "I admit to having many strange dreams," he says to Bertram with a rueful look on his face. "Comes with the territory, I suppose. But I take it you've experienced something unusual of late?"
Olana Thursday July 27th, 2006 12:13:43 AM
Stood with Milo, and watching Lian talk to Aeralia, Olana observes the young human woman quietly. Her eyes also drift toward the dark side of the room. So, who was the man? She raises an eyebrow at Milo.
Gunther Thursday July 27th, 2006 12:19:58 AM
Hearing Valdor's orders, Gunther sighs...one day at home and it was time to head out already. Still...looks like there was going to be fun to be had... And, sounds like they're headed into orc territory, which is much better than being surrounded by....elves. Gunther gulps as K'nara goes out to speak with the elves that have approached. Maybe, just maybe they are more workmen... Gunther winces as he catches sight of the bows... "More elves..." he mutters under his breath as he goes to prepare his kitty for the journey.
Corialote and Amarth Thursday July 27th, 2006 12:52:49 AM
Cori follows the others outside but moves to walk by Valdor as she does. "Lets find out what is going on and then get out of here." She glances at all the elves and then shakes her head. "They march for war it seems." With a side glance to Valdor she makes sure that he realizes that she is there. "I can get us to the area that I saw in my scryings so that we may find the orc...as long as I am last through the portal it will not close and we can take everyone." You can tell that she is also meaning the elves that have showed up as it cannot be coincidence.
Amarth fluffs himself upon her shoulder but does not say anthing himself. He is mulling over thoughts of his own and his role in the coming actions.
Milo Thursday July 27th, 2006 1:14:12 AM
Milo glances in the same direction as Olana, then shrugs,"I suppose it makes very little difference at this point. Let us leave prophesies and visions to those inclined to have a gigantic headache. Things seem much simpler to me. It is hero time again." With that the halfling leaps into a one-armed hand stand, and spins once before landing deftly on his feet. (OOC: Take 10 on a Tumble check DC 31)
"Time to get ready love." Sticking one arm out to escort Olana, "Wanna give me a hand with my armor?" Grinning, Milo winks mischieviously, "...all leather and buckles and stuff. Okay... and maybe a little mithral too."
DM Jan Thursday July 27th, 2006 1:25:17 AM
First out, Falin gets a good look at the approaching elves. They're from the camp, and with the exception of a dozen full adults, the rest are an elven equivalent mixture of late, mid, and early teens, both male and female.
Every single one of them holds an unwavering, determined look. They have packs, unstrung bows, quivers of arrows, and look ready for a journey.
"I am Ne'thrin," one of the older elves begins quietly to Falin. "Talon Lian witnessed our part in the battle to come. Forty two of us were counted, led by two Talon elven warriors; so forty two of us now stand here. Are you one of the - ?"
Ne'thrin stops as Ingrge and Caeryn appear. He's about to begin again, when Valdor arrives, followed by K'Nara and Cori. And so Ne'thrin addresses them all, in common.
"It has been seen, that we are part of your battle, and so we step forward to be counted among you!" He ends with a bow, and the forty one others do likewise.
Caeryn sees the garb and manner of a forest elf among them all, and to everyone looking upon them, there seems to be a slight aura - powerful, wild, inexorably Culverwood - about them.
It also becomes apparant that some training will be necessary, purely borne of the youth of some of the recruits, and after Valdor's call to move out, a realization that it will have to be done on the march.
And so, as the morning light begins to push the darkness up and away, a new adventure accompanies it. But where to start?
The banner carried by the orc in the prophecy points at Izen (when the Talons thought they were perhaps done with this place, for a little while at least?); and the horse the orc rides - bred in only one place, on the banks of the South Peaseblossom River along the western edge of Izen...
((OOC - folks, when we move to the other Board (in the next couple of posts), I'll write up a summary of all the prophecies and clues, so we have a reference point. We've had a lot to get through in terms of Talon storyline on this board, and two DMs, so things have been necessary but muddy. That will change. Current Catacombs shoppers, I'll make sure you get your stuff en route via WPS (Woldian Parcel Service), so no worries.))
Valdor Thursday July 27th, 2006 3:03:50 AM
Valdor puts his arm around Cori and says,"You will save us days of marching. You are a life saver. However, if these elves know of our march, likewise will our enemies. We should head out the wrong direction on a march, then after a day of travelling, then you can gate us to our location. We will still save several days, and if there are spies, this will at least throw them off. Besides, we need to know how capable these new allies are. This gives us a chance to gauge their abilites.
K'Nara, we will march the opposite way from where we are headed. We will keep this plan between us, and not discuss this openly with anyone. If there are any spies, we will lose the element of surprise. We need to visit the man who sells and breeds these horses. He can give us some insight to what manner of orc rides a horse, and who he fights for."
Falin Thursday July 27th, 2006 1:29:19 PM
Bowing to Ne'thrin Falin says, "We had heard of your coming, but I did not know anything about two Talon elves leading you."
When everyone comes out Falin listens to find out exactly what is going on.
The next moring when everyone falls out for travel Falin will stick with the elves. Seeing their inexperience, he will talk with them and find out about what experience they do have with bows.
You can teach bows and tactics, but battle experience can not be taught. Is what Falins master always told him.
He will begin talking over basics of archery with the less experienced ones.
Having always felt like he let the Talons down because he was not as effective of a fighter as everyone else, he was determined to try to make sure these few elves would be preparred for what might lay ahead.
Aeralia Thursday July 27th, 2006 1:41:38 PM
Aeralia blushes slightly as K'Nara begins her praise, but her humility turns to suprise when the talons leader offers for her to accompany them, the thought of that never having crossed her mind. "Oh, but I couldn't, I'm not... I mean... what good could I do? I-"
She's quickly cut off from the corner of the room, Terrin speaking in a loud, yet calmed voice, "She'll go."
The young woman quickly turns to face her friend, flushed slightly, "Hey, I can make my own decisi-"
"And you -know- which choice you will make. You've always said you enjoy helping people. Well, heres your chance to really help correct their problems, instead of just making them forget about them for a while," Terrin interrupts again.
Glancing back to K'Nara, and quickly amongst the others, Aeralia finally nods consent, "Alright, I'll come, if you think I can help."
Aeralia listens more intently to the discussions going on, and Terrin returns to his motionless vigil in the corner.
Lian 6d4(4+2+1+4+3+4)=18 Thursday July 27th, 2006 3:25:43 PM
Lian smiles, hearing what Aeralia has decided. "Excellent." Says the monk absently, staring hazily at the bard.
The elf had to be ten times older than this young lady, but there was something about her.
He returns to his room, packs a box with his belongings that remain in the room (momentarily thumbs through his book of Domi's Teachings), slides his used Tome of Understanding in on top, labels his box: Lian's He removes his flute (tucking it into a pocket) and nails it shut and moves it to one corner of what is now a store room.
The monk goes out, picks a few berries and casts Goodberry from his tattoo three times. (18 berries) On his way through the refugee camp, heading back to the castle, he finds children and the elderly in which to give the berries to.
Lian finally decides to visit the stables and his oldest friend he has journeyed so far with. Merlot, his old white steed. His horse is quite old, 26 by last count, and he doesn't expect to find him in good health.
(Goodberry tattoo used three times)
Olana Thursday July 27th, 2006 7:55:23 PM
Olana's about to say something to needle Lian, seeing as he was staring at the girl with the ribboned ponytail so much, but her attention is caught by Milo. Leather and buckles. Her grin widens. "Welcome aboard," she says to Aeralia, and then walks off with Milo to get packed up and ready.
Corialote and Amarth Thursday July 27th, 2006 9:37:17 PM
Cori slips her own arm around the waist of Valdor as she laughs. "You are a great flatterer." She glances to the elves that have gathered and nods her head. "Do we work with them to use more than bows." Her free hand slips to tap the handle of her rapier to indicate her abilities as they are. "I would be willing to help out those that will rely on their speed over strength."
Thinking over his plan of action she nods her head again. "Then we will teleport the rest of the way after traveling a day or two." She leans in and gives Valdor a kiss on the cheek as she chuckles again. Maybe it will keep this new group guessing about the two of them. "What is your daughter to say about us." Her eyes twinkle with concealed mirth as she watches Valdor for reactions, plus watching the others as well.
Brother Bertram Thursday July 27th, 2006 10:24:17 PM
Bertram consigns himself to this with misgivings. He finds himself staring at his open hand alot, ..wondering.
OOC: Scott Thursday July 27th, 2006 10:25:02 PM
Hi folks.
Just started a new job in North Dallas. I'm the assistant producer for "Barney and Friends."
The hours are long: 7am to 6:30pm with a 50 minute commute both ways. (Thats 5:30am rise to 8:00pm arrival home, plus yards and clothes and dinner and pets)So until I learn to balance my life (guessing a week or two), I need to find someone to role-play Mordrid.
Steve, I'm asking a favor of you. Only you know the heart my character. I'm hoping that you'll play Mordrid for a bit. Can you do that for me?
(Of course I will)
Valdor Thursday July 27th, 2006 10:29:42 PM
Valdor actually turns a bright red, making his bright blue eyes stand out. He starts to say something, then seems at a loss for words for only the second time in his life...and the second time in as many days.
He finally mutters,"Yeah, um, we should see if they need some help. Of course, though I'm fair with a bow, Mordrid is the real expert. His only downfall would be possibly in lacking in patience with them. I could see him getting frustrated real quick. Dang it, why do you make me stutter so much?!"
He clams up and manages a weak smile. He makes sure his warhorse is ready and then just 'happens' to check on Cori's horse as well.
Brother Bertram Thursday July 27th, 2006 10:50:08 PM
Bertram with some trepidation reveals his entire dream to Nick, slowly at first then in a flood. He doesnt stop there and goes on to tell Nick his fears at leaving about where his duty lies. He feels strangely more at ease after venting even before Nick replies.
Milo Thursday July 27th, 2006 10:54:41 PM
Milo has a little hop in his step as he adjourns to the room he shares with Olana to armor up, and prepare for the trials to come. He is particularly happy as he takes the time as well to show Olana the full measure of his appreciation for her assistance.
Nick Thursday July 27th, 2006 11:41:31 PM
Nick listens solumnly to his fellow cleric, Bertram. "That mark on your hand is a fair weight to carry, my friend. I must admit I find Gargul... a puzzle, and an ominous one, with all that he represents. I mean that with the utmost respect, of course. "I suspect the dream was sent to you, in order to help you make a decision. It's a rare thing to have direct contact with your God. I remember the last time it happened to me - " Nick hesitates, then sighs. "I received a bit of a scolding. I died, you see, and in death I was apprehended by Ga'al." Nick looks a little uncomfortable. "I found myself having to make some tough decisions, and make them quickly. I felt I made the right decision at the time, but my own God, Alemi wished to know why I didn't ask him for help."
He shrugs. "The entire episode wasn't easy. It seems that no sooner can we handle whatever is thrust upon us - something else arrives to add to the burden." He gestures toward the big man sat on the flying carpet reading his books. "I'm sure Ve Mundr can attest to that, also. "As for your trepidation about this trip. I can well understand it. Those elves out there are vulnerable. And it's Domi's second nature to protect, just as it is with Alemi to heal. "Still, this prophecy we received had dire implications. The entire peninsula in the grip of two chromatic dragons? Not a pleasant thought...."
Gunther Thursday July 27th, 2006 11:52:32 PM
The big cat trainer humms a happy orcish tune about death and dismemberment as he packs his gear for the journey, as well as all the stuff he needs to take care of his kitty. He arrives out in the courtyard just before the party is supposed to leave...since he is not exactly sure how Thaeri will react to the Dragons.
DM Jan Friday July 28th, 2006 1:46:35 AM
The time arrives to depart, and leave behind that restful night spent in the Tower of Saryd. Time to check packs, saddle up, say goodbyes and hit the road.
The elves get into a three line formation, younger ones at the front, older ones at the back. Ne'thrin asks Falin who the other Talon leader will be. "Should we approach Talon K'Nara and ask her guidance?"
As Gunther and the panther appear, things are getting busy - elves, horses milling around, lots of scents. Plenty to make the big cat's ears twitch.
((OOC - players can you let me know who'll be on horseback, and who'll be on foot? The 42 elves will be on foot. Janelle - how will Gunther's 'kitty' travel?
I also need an idea of your marching order, and direction. Here's the link to the Ellenian peninsula map, for orientation purposes.
This next post will be our final on this board. Any problems getting onto the Platinums Board - send me an email and we'll figure it out. phyrbalxl5@aol.com))
Lian Friday July 28th, 2006 4:11:04 AM
The monk retrieves a few things out of his box from his former room and then saddles up... assuming Merlot is still up for the challenge. If not, he'll walk.
(retrieves everything from his box except his books and map case)
He fills his saddle bags.
Ve Mundr Friday July 28th, 2006 9:08:32 AM
Ve travels via on his carpet. He now wears his full helm and teh adamantine hammer glows white blue in his hand.
Falin Friday July 28th, 2006 9:18:25 AM
Falin thanks Ne'thrin for the suggestion and approaches K'Nara. "K'Nara," Falin says, "Unless I missed something the elves were told that they were to be led by two of the Talons who were elves. I think they believe me to be one of them, but I am not sure. I always seem to become incapacitated when we go into battle." This last bit he says with a bit of a smile across his face.
"Ne'thrin would like to know who the other Talon will be."
He then leans in and says to K'Nara, "If you feel I am not the right person to help lead these elves I will follow your orders mam, but I have never considered myself much of an asset to the Talons you are all better in combat than I have ever been and I would like to take this chance to prove myself."
Falin opts to travel by foot with the other elves. He will march along side of them and try to teach at the same time. Principles of firing can be taught on the fly and when they would stop for the evening they could practice.
Valdor/Mordrid Friday July 28th, 2006 11:18:53 AM
Valdor watches everyone getting ready. He and Mordrid have been ready and could be seen talking off to the side for a few minutes before everyone is ready. After everyone is assembled, Mordrid nods to Valdor and rides to the front. He starts the group toward the Tamed Lands, apparently heading toward the Red Hills. He scouts out ahead of the group, leaving Falin and K'Nara to lead the elves.
Valdor stays toward the back of the procession, wanting to be able to get a read on how well each person is handling the marching. Occasionally, he gallops up to the front to check the pace. He tells K'Nara,"I'm sure that these elves can handle a healthy pace, as they are from here and know the forest better than any. Keep pushing them to handle as quick of a pace as they can. Word will spread rapidly of our force and our enemies will know something is up. Not to mention Parnoth's spies will be able to get word to him quickly. We will travel this direction for today. We'll take a break as needed for those not able to handle the pace. If any are really hurting, we can share our horses. We'll stop about 3 hours before sundown and rest, then Mordrid and any other capable archer can work with the elves and practice tactics."
Corialote and Amarth Friday July 28th, 2006 12:18:56 PM
Cori laughs as Valdor moves away from her as her eyes continue to sparkle. She so loves to egg on the large warrior but another part of her is slightly smitten with him as well. "Different time...different place." She shakes her head as she returns to her true business for now. She has nothing to pack and her spells are ready for this day.
At the right time she saddles up and is soon moving with the rest of the group. She stays near Valdor as they travel so that she can be forwarned of trouble with any of the elves. What magics that she has could very well help those that seem to be failing to keep up with the pace set. In fact she lets Valdor know this as he is talking to this K'Nara so that they both know she is willing to help out. "I have spells that will make travel easier for those that need it...so let me know if anyone is falling behind as I can get them a mount." For her it is just another day outside and she feels strangely at peace for once...especially since that meeting with the thing in the pit.
Lian Friday July 28th, 2006 2:11:45 PM
Assuming that the horse is still in good health and no one having told him otherwise, the monk mounts and heads off with the large combat force.
'Two elven Talons were supposed to lead them? Not me thanks! Olana would be the next logical Talon for THAT job.' He thinks.
Glancing around, he sees newest member of the Talons. 'How will she do out there?' Thinking.
Lian looks around. 'Where is Gunther? Wonder if the panther is coming? Didn't see her in the vision but thats not saying much. She's stealthy, smart and will be an asset. Wonder when the Catacombs will deliver our stuff?' Still thinking.
His eyes drift back to Aeralia.
Ingrge / Dahlia Friday July 28th, 2006 2:18:26 PM
The next morning Ingrge rises before the , makes his spell preparations and is out front of the tower waiting for the others poking out over his shoulder you see his staves and his bow. There is something different about how he looks but you can't quite seem to be able to place just what it is.
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Dahlia sleeps in a long as she can, waking in time for breakfast. When she gets to the table and sits next to Aeralia. So Aeralia, where to you hail from? Have you travelled with any of the gypsey troups? do you play any other instruments?
Gunther Friday July 28th, 2006 6:28:47 PM
The big cat trainer trails toward the back of the group. Thaeri would, of course, hang back in the woods, slinking along after the group, but it makes him feel better to be as close to her as possible. Gunther checks his pack, making sure that his stores of water aren't leaking. Then he touches the wreath of blue flowers on top of his head. Tonight...I'll be able to speak with her tonight! Gunther grins, thinking that if he has to be stuck with a group of elves, at least he can have a nice long conversation with his kitty! Before he heads out, Gunther lightly sprinkles some water on the flowers on his head. Can't let it dry out. He makes a mental note to water Thaeri's wreath tonight.
OOC: Jan, the kitty usually shadows the group, hanging in the shadows if she can.
Aeralia Friday July 28th, 2006 6:51:42 PM
Aeralia smiles lightly at Lian's encouragement, somewhat oblivious to the elven monk's stares. When Dahlia interrupts and starts in on the questions, Aeralia does what she can to provide answers.
"Oh, umm, I'm from Plateau City originally, I guess," she stammers, glancing towards Terrin. "Me and Terrin spent most of our childhood there, at least."
"And thats where you worked, most of the last few years," Terrin adds, joining the conversation seemlessly.
"Yeah, thats true," Aeralia agrees. "Umm instruments? I really don't know how to play any instruments. Guess I played the flute a few years back, but Terrin always said how horrible I was-"
"Thats very true," Terrin interjects fluidly.
"-so I gave it up. Still have one somewhere, I suppose, though," Aeralia finishes, her and Terring speaking almost completely syncrinized.
When it comes time to pack up and leave, Aeralia spends a bit of time sorting through her pack, which many recognize as a Haversack. She pulls out nearly half a dozen different scroll cases, and organizes dozens of different scrolls between them. She lays out about half a dozen different outfits, all similar to the dress and leggings she currently wears, but a variety of different bright and flashy colors. Carefully stowing a bit of more common adventuring gear, Aeralia comes across the flute she mentioned previosuly to Dahlia, and eyeing it for a few moments, tucks it away on a pouch on her belt instead of into her pack, with a small smile.
When fully packed up, the young woman slips a dagger in a sheath on her thigh under her skirt, hooks a wand to her belt on her hip, and slings one of the scroll cases over her shoulder, to hang at her side.
Terrin, meanwhile, makes no preperations what-so-ever, maintaining his vigil over Aeralia from the corner.
When the troupe sets out, Aeralia walks off to one side, out of peoples way, strolling on foot. Terrin takes up position beside the young trobadour, further out from the rest of the group, and from time to time they share a few whispers.
Olana Friday July 28th, 2006 9:02:16 PM
Wearing her armour, her cloak, her pale blonde hair tightly braided, the elf steps outside, ready to go, and takes a look around at everyone else after checking her weapons.
Not one to mince words these days, Olana marches straight up to Ve Mundr. "We saw you come in on horseback. Er...if you don't need it, can we borrow it? Me and Milo, that is?"
She's reckoning that if it can handle the Protector of Domi okay, then her and Milo shouldn't present the horse with a problem.
She's not worried if that isn't acceptable.
Bidding Farewell to the Tower (Again) - DM Donna d100=1 Friday July 28th, 2006 11:53:13 PM
The tall chestnut-maned woman smiled at Falin's offer.
"I can think of nobody better than yourself to help train up these volunteers." she told the sharpshooter. "Between yourself and Olana, I'm sure that they'll be crack troops in no time."
K'Nara agreed with Valdor's decision to march off towards the Tamed Lands...it should keep anyone trying to spy on them guessing.
"If you need a mount, Olana and Milo," K'Nara said to the couple, "You can have Poki...I will march along with our archers." The human blade singer went off to make sure that her backpack had everything in it that she may need, as well as tending to Lucia. By the time she joined the forming groups, Rainara was packing two large bundles onto the flanks of Poki.
"This should help ease your journey, mistress." the elder elf said.
"Thank you, Rainara." the leader of the Talons said, nodding her head.
Meanwhile, Caeryn was kissing her husband good-bye.
"Take care, shaelylaer." the half-drow bid her spouse. "I'll take care of our home, but you must take care of yourself." She touched his face tenderly.
"I'll make sure that Ingrge is looked after, moraes." K'Nara assured Caeryn. "Even if I have to kick his butt to do it." She grinned and winked at both of them, then went to join the marching archers of the Culverwood.
"All right, people..." she bellowed, "...let's get this show on the road, already..!"
For those who know Elven, Highlight to display spoiler: {shaelylaer means beloved, moraes means "sister".}
Milo Saturday July 29th, 2006 12:40:45 PM
Milo stands next to Olana, dressed in forest browns and greens, with the occasional glint of mithral from his armor showing through. His short hair seems touseled, and a glint in his liquid blue eyes says that his wit is on board. Even standing still, the halfling seems to be in constant motion, balancing ever so slightly on his toes as he moves, so as to never make an unnecessary sound.
Mordrid(SteveH) Saturday July 29th, 2006 1:00:29 PM
Mordrid, out away from everyone, is in his element. He rides fairly hard to get a lead on the group, before heading into the deeper trees. The ranger scouts the areas to both sides, a good ways in front of the approaching party. It wouldn't do for them to get ambushed by an unseen foe.
(Jan, if any checks need to be made, please do them as I don't have Mordrid's sheet.)
Ve Mundr Sunday July 30th, 2006 3:05:06 PM
The cleric of Domi nods greeting as Olana comes over. "The mount is yours. Ride well." Ve gives another nod "By your leave then." and commands the carpet to move off. As Valdor gallops by he calls out to him, "I am going to move above the column, about 80', just above tree line to get a lay of the land." With that the carpet accelerates and climbs.
Brother Bertram Sunday July 30th, 2006 8:32:10 PM
Bertram gets on his mount and rides beside Nick, carrying on thier conversation from earlier. It was interesting to get another perspective from a fellow cleric. Looking back at the tower and the people left in charge, Bertram begins to feel better. There were good people there. They knew what needed done. They could complete thier part, He just needed to complete his.
Lian's HPS d8=7 Sunday July 30th, 2006 9:16:03 PM
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As Lian is leaving with the group, he gives away several things to the people in the camp.
He gives away his last 5 rations, two torches, and a fishing net. Old items he wishes not to carry.
Dahlia / Ingrge Monday July 31st, 2006 12:19:00 AM
Dahlia gets her pony ready and rides up along side Aeralia. It is so nice to see other women as adventurers and the such. Do you mind if I irde with you for a while?
*******
Ingrge finds that moonshadow has be readied and brought around for him while he dallied over waking and breakfast. Now saying another goodbye to Caeryn, he finds himself finding reasons to not mount and join the others quite yet. With a final caress and kiss The dour elf mouths three words as he mounts. "I will return," and rides off to catch up with the others.
Olana d6=4 Monday July 31st, 2006 1:14:50 AM
((OOC - Hit points))
Details before Going - DM Donna Monday July 31st, 2006 1:36:53 AM
Rethus holds Poki for Lian. When the monk asks after Merlot, the elder elf smiles a bit apologetically.
"Too old." he assures Lian. "Can't go." However, K'Nara (as she is walking with the elven archers) asks the Hand of Domi to please ride Poki, as the horse is carrying Valdor's snack for the first rest stop.
Nick Monday July 31st, 2006 1:55:51 AM
Nick mounts up and will ride somewhere in the middle of the group. He's glad of Bertram's company. "So, what made you become a priest?" he asks Bertram once they're on the journey. "I have to admit, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter initially. My father gave me to the local Alemi temple when I was a boy, for schooling. He already had two sons to help him run the estate." He shrugs. "it proved to be the best course. I've had no regrets."
DM Jan Monday July 31st, 2006 1:58:08 AM
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