DM Kathy Tuesday May 13th, 2008 11:03:40 PM
From various parts of the Wold, adventurers are traveling to Cinnamon Valley. They are reasonably successful, so far--meaning that they have adventured for several months and nothing has eaten them yet. They are not yet heroes. But the people of Cinnamon Valley hope they will become heroes, and soon. They have need of some heroes.
The adventurers are coming because they have been summoned--not by "adventurers wanted" advertisements, or mysterious visions, or royal command. Rather, they have been summoned by letters from home. From relatives--or those standing in the stead of relatives. The missives vary in wording, in length, in style, but all say essentially the same thing: Come home. You are needed.
So they come, traveling through the chill of very early spring. The snow is not yet melted from most of the roads, days are still short--and yet they travel, because they have been urgently summoned. Some travel together and some alone, but all feel the need for haste. Something is wrong.
At last, they reach Cinnamon Valley, and they place they intend to stay. Perhaps it is their childhood home. Perhaps it is an inn, chosen in preference. All are greeted by loved ones they have not seen in weeks (at least).
[Please post something of your character's homecoming. You can describe your travel, where you are staying, and how your family or adopted family greeted your arrival. You do not all have to be in the same place yet.]
Kiel Longarm Wednesday May 14th, 2008 12:27:31 AM
One day, while out with my friend and teacher, a small robin appears. Landing on his shoulder the feathered creature leans in close to his ear and as I lean in close to see if it talks or chirps, yup, chirping, my teacher nods and chirps back. After handing it some bread my friend turns tome saying: Your training is over, you are needed at home. Haste is of the importance. So, without delay, I saddle Phoenix, cinch up my equipment and wrap my cloak tightly around me for warmth, hood secured up, saying my goodbyes to my master and then, spuring my heels into Phoenix's ribs, head off to the farm.
Stopping only long enough to rest the horse, fill my belly with rations, and to stretch my legs, I make good time coming home.
Normally, I would stop at the general store to buy some candy for my brothers and sisters I, with the urgency in my teachers' voice, head straight to the farm. Not even letting Phoenix come to a complete stop I bound off him to the ground, walking quickly to the farmhouse, and without fanfaire I enter the house asking: What's happening?
AxaraAC: 17 HP 18/18 Wednesday May 14th, 2008 9:53:29 AM
Axara was cleaning up the mess from the last patron who had too much ale and could not hold it. "What a life for a sorceress! Cleaning up vomit! Killing rodents! Making Noble beds! I wish my idea of setting up an identifying shop would have worked. Anyway, this the price to pay for being responsible for the poor girl death
Suddenly the door opens and a thin man, covered in dust enters the inn. He looks around and asks "Is there an Axara here from Cinnamon Valley? I have a message from her".
Axara nodded and approach the man. He gave her a scroll and went to the bar to quench his thirst. She opens the scroll. "Axara, I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirit. You are needed at home urgently. We miss you. Mom and Dad"
Axara looks at the man, a simple courier. "I wonder who wrote things as Mom and Dad are both illiterate farmers. It could be a trap but at this point who cares. I cannot keep cleaning up vomit for the rest of my life. Not with all this magic in me. It is time to come out of retirements, Axara and show again the world what you can do!"
A smile shows up on her face but fade quite fast. She approaches the innkeeper and tells him that she has to leave immediately and needs her payment. The fat man smiles, gives her the money she earned and tries to get a good bye kiss for Axara. She pushes him back and slaps him. "Men!
She starts her journey back to her childhood farm and all her memories of being different and teased come back to haunt her. "I will probably be the only one child less and husband less. As usual I will be the ugly duckling, the one who does not care about the season and the crops and the cows getting pregnant. I guess this is another way to pay back for that girl's death. But I will pretend. I will make my entrance as Axara the Mysterious Sorcerer."
When she is seeing distance of the farm, Axara put on her beautiful magician looking black robe with shinning stone incrusted in it and white lace on the collar and sleeves. She covers her head with the hood and her face is not visible. She grabs her quarter staff and slowly walks toward the farm. A few children that were playing see her and runs inside to their mothers. A woman comes out of the kitchen, a bloody cleaver knife in her hand and asks "What do you what stranger?"
Axara smiles and respond "Is that how you great the prodigal child Sister?" Axara then pulls back her hood to show her face. Her sister is shocked by the beautiful and charismatic standing in front of her. She looks little like the little girl that left with that magician a few years ago. "Is .. Is .. Is that you Axara?" Axara smiles noticing the wrinkles on her sister face and the few extra pounds she has around her waist. "It is me, Melinda. I came home. Mom and Dad FINALLY need me."
(Italics tag fixed by Al.)
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Wednesday May 14th, 2008 12:09:55 PM
Rollo opened his eyes, a cloud passing overhead reminded him of a rabbit. He took a minute to watch the celestial bunny float through the sky until it shape dissipated and ended up looking like some sort of fish.
Sitting up in the soft grass he took in his surroundings.
Odd, this isn't my house., Rollo thought in a matter of someone who had discovered their shoes to be untied.
Rising to his feet he stretched his back, apparently he had been laying in that spot for sometime and in full armor. Not something he tended to do, due to the aches it caused.
Eberyon must have some purpose for me here, but what could it .... PIE!
The scent was as equal parts familiar and intoxicating, so what chance did Rollo have to resist it allure -- The answer: none.
The gnome traced the smell through the thin tree line, and emerged near a small cottage, in the window of which sat a rack of pies cooling in the breeze. Still enchanted by the aromatics he completely missed the sign hanging next to the door which read, "Pim's Pies", as he knocked.
If he had noticed he wouldn't have been surprised when the young scarlet haired gnome answered the door, his youngest sister Pim.
"Rollo?" The young gnome barely out of her thirties didn't wait for an answer and locked a mighty squeeze on her brother with a squeal.
"Pim?", Rollo was a tad more confused than usual. When he left Pim was barely twenty.How long has he been gone? Why was he back now? When was she going to offer him a piece of pie? Does she have boysenberry?
He knew the answers would come in time. Oh, she talking again.
"I can't believe you got my message!"
Dang, more questions. Let's move on to answers.
"Message?"
"I did just like you told me to, I went to the glen and left it under the third stone from the Oak, just like you said." Pim smiled proudly having followed her older brother's instructions to the letter. "Oh... and I didn't forget to leave the raspberries."
raspberries? Thistle.
It was creeping back. He remembered that Pim;s youthful nature, having been a youth and all, at the time of his departure made her a little more accepting of his new vocation. This is why when he left he asked Thistle, the fey whose life he saved one faithful night, to keep an eye out for a message from the young girl. She apparently had a good memory for instructions. This began to explain why he was brought back home.
But what did the message say? Wait I can ask that.
"What did the message say?"
"You didn't read it?" Pim looked puzzled.
"Umm...not as such."
"It just said 'We need you home'." Pim's eye line shifted. "Lodo!"
Rollo's interest peaked at the mention of his older brother's name.
"Look whose back! It's Rollo!"
"Hey Lodo!" Rollo smiled and waved.
The portly gnome dropped the bundle of wood he was carrying, an expression of shock and horror crossing his face just before he turn 180 and rushed back down the path.
"That was odd. You'd think he saw a ghost."
"Well, the rest of the family did write you off for dead." Pim's kinda mumbled this bit, but brought it around to say, "but I never did!"
Rollo shrugged; he would deal with that later, but now onto more important matters. "So any chance I can get one of those pies?"
"Sure thing." Pim and Rollo entered the cottage. "Notice the tins. All Rollo Nimbus originals."
Rollo looked at the wall an array of boring tin pans blended with a series of more fashionable than functional tins. His conversion illustrated in pie tin form.
"So what flavor?" Pim held up a serving knife.
Sebastian CharSheet Wednesday May 14th, 2008 12:22:38 PM
Sebastian rapier flashes brightly as it clashes with his foe's rapier. The two combatants blades dance back and forth in precisely timed movements clanking and whirling thought the air, Sebatian speaks clearly and confidently "I shall end your traitorous ways once and for all upon the point of my sword Sir Baron of Rotting Ham!" Another fellow enterer the building excitedly coming down the steps "Sebastian! You have a message from Lilly! She finally wrote you back." Loosing all concentration, Sebastian's sword misses its mark and nicks his sparing partner's neck. Looking embarsed, "oh dear, I'm so sorry about that. Why don't we take a break from rehearsal while you go take care of that cut. Sorry again." Turning to the new comer, "A message from Lilly! Let me see."
Sebastian, quickly open the letter reading through it "... a-huh, ... a-huh ...". Having finished the message, Sebastian looks up "I must leave immediately, Lilly needs me!" Surprised he friend interrupts, "What now? The play starts in three days! Your going to drop everything for some pretty skirt. Are you mad?" Sebastian looks up "Yes, mad with love! The mind has no reason when one's hart is on fire!" The man can only snort and shake his head as Sebastian hurriedly exit the theater.
A few weeks later, Sebastion dressed in clean well keep Explores outfit with sturdy boots, leather breeches, a frilly long sleeve shirt, vest, cloak and gloves, The bard approaches a ramshackle pig farm on the out skits of what passes for the town. Knocking on the door, he takes he hat with a long feather in his hand "Mother? Father? are you in? I'm home for a bit." His mom throws open the door to give him a big hug, "You home! Your father is still out collecting manure, he'll be glade to see you. My my, don't you look fancy just like a real adventure from one of those stories or your. Well don't just stand there grab a bucket it time to feed the pigs. I suppose you'll be heading off to the tavern after dinner."
Zeph [AC17 HP25/25] Wednesday May 14th, 2008 5:59:58 PM
Zeph received the letter from his step-father, Marko Clemso the Leather Tanner of Jarlwolf, and headed out immediately, leaving New Ellenia. He attached himself to a traveling caravan that was heading to Cinnamon Valley, serving as a guard against bandits in exchange for food and free travel. Zeph took the several-day-long ride to read a new spellbook that he swiped from a clumsy Mage in Plateau City. It was a largely uneventful trip except one rag-tag bandit ambush outside of Dirt City, where he took the opportunity to practice his newest weapon: a warhammer.
Zeph arrives in Jarlwolf, the city-town at the center of Cinnamon Valley, where he spent 7 years of his youth. The open-air market was not going on and the people did not seem as happy as he remembered. A few people stare at him as he walks buy. " Well, I guess I do look intimidating with this dark cloak and all. " It had been four years since Zeph left, and he only came back and visited once before. Zeph hops off the caravan and walks into town. He stops for a second to view the old Standing Stones he used to stare at as a kid, and he thinks briefly of an Elf with pale green eyes he used to know. He knocks on the back door to the Tannery, where his step-father lives. The stout and burly man answers the door.
"Yer here," Marko said in a gruff voice, "I din' think ye'd come." "I only let a few things distract me... I suppose home is one of them," Zeph replied "Yeah yeah, I know. Yer parent's killers n' all. Well, I'm glad yer here Zeph... ye look good," Marko said as he looked at Zeph as a worried father would look at a long-lost son. "Ye know, I don' approve of yer thirst for revenge, it can only lead to death," Marko said somberly. Zeph looked down, slightly ashamed of his inability to forget the past. Then, retaking his stubborn attitude, he replied, "You told me that when I was 16 when I left Jarlwolf, and you told me that at 18 when I visited you last. Now I'm 20, and I'm still searching- what makes you think I will listen to you now?" Zeph said defiantly. Marko looked as worried as ever, "Well, nothin' I suppose. But, ther' is somethin' more importn' now, you can pick up your search after. Come in boy, we have things ta discuss," Marko said as he opened the door and beckoned Zeph inside.
The Tannery smelled just like he remembered... like a Tannery. Zeph almost felt as if he was home again.
Selemar Wednesday May 14th, 2008 7:51:56 PM
"it's a bit farther than I told you, true, but soon we'll be at Alatariel's. You haven't met my sister yet, but I assure you, she will see that you are fed. You've come all this way with me, so please travel the rest of the way." The friendly words of the young elf were polite, but there was no mistaking the tone. He expected to be obeyed. You didn't need to be fluent in elvish to recognize that. The listener, in fact, didn't speak a word of elvish, but very few wolves do. he reluctantly walked away from the scent of a rabbit, following as usual. "Much better. You'll need to stay near me, so some farmer doesn't think you're after his sheep. men rarely recognize when a wolf is friendly. perhaps we'll need to get you a ribbon, so they know better than to harm you. At leas until they learn to recognize you." Selemar had been suggesting the wolf wear a bow for days, but it seemed the wolf still had no opinion on the subject. "So, this is the land where I first began to study the ways of the druids. In fact, a few of these trees were planted by my sister and I when we were younger. They were smaller then, of course. This was long before you were born. See that tree over there? I remember planting it, about 16 years ago. You're not looking, are you?" The wolf refused to look. Perhaps he would have looked if he understood the request, but maybe not. He was sometimes spiteful that way. "I will remember that the next time you bring me a dead bird to look at. I bet if I had a badger it would look. or a bird. A bear would look at it, and probably climb it. You'll learn to pay attention when I teach you things, or I'll get a bear." The wolf stopped paying attention, and let the elf talk for a while. It tended to spend more time talking than hunting, though to it's credit, it sometimes shot arrows into delicious things and let the wolf eat some. The wolf regained interest when a human called out to them. "So, you remember me! I'd say you were Tadur, but he's just a boy hardly big enough to leave his mother's side, and certainly not someone who'd have a beard and stand so much taller than me! It's good to see you lad!" It turned out that Tadur was big enough to leave his mother's side, and in fact was the father of a little boy himself. The family followed the teachings of the druids, and Tadur shyly asked the druid to visit his home later to see the young child. In the meantime, he volunteered to take the elf to his sister's home, which was in the woods not too far from Magpie's crossing. They walked on for a ways, with the human updating the elf about the whereabouts of many of his childhood friends, while the wolf ignored both. A short while later, they arrived at the home of Alatariel.
OOC note: finished the character, and altered the background very slightly, adding a sibling.
Owain Wednesday May 14th, 2008 9:19:30 PM
KLANG!
KLANG!
Again and again the armor smith's hammer fell against the large breastplate with resounding force. The mighty half-orc wielding the large hammer stopped at last and studied the armor with a practiced eye. He had been working for many hours on the various pieces of armor which were currently arranged neatly around him in the small smithy. The huge half-orc nodded with satisfaction and held the breastplate up, turning it from side to side.
His mind drifted back to yesterday's battle. He had been working with the small group of knights for many days, tracking the band of bug bears that had been raiding the near by area. At last, they had caught up with the vile creatures and engaged them. The battle had been fierce, but they had prevailed. The mighty half-orc had even single handedly defeated the huge orge that had been the bug bears' war leader.
It was on that ogre's enchanted armor that he was now working. It was the only treasure he had taken as his own. The rest he had given to the local temple, as his code dictated.
"Owain!" a breathless voice came from behind the huge half-orc. "Owain ... there is a message for you!"
The paladin turned around quickly and looked down at the young stable boy.
"A message?" Owain's deep voice boomed, "From who?"
"A cleric from the temple," the boy said hurriedly, looking up at the huge warrior. "Your temple ... in Cinnamon Valley. They need to return home right away!"
Owain stared at the young boy for a moment, digesting the words.
"I leave at first light," the massive half-orc said with a decisive nod. Narrowing his brows, Owain began to gather up the various pieces of his new armor.
A week later, Owain arrived at the temple. Dismounting from his sturdy warhorse, the paladin adjusted the large great sword sheathed at his side and began walking toward the temple's main entrance. It had been many years' since he had last been home to see the clerics that had raised him.
He only wished his return was under better circumstances. He said a silent prayer to the Gods as he walked toward the temple.
Owain approached the temple doors and pushed them open ...
Chaldorl [Ac 17 HP 23/23] Wednesday May 14th, 2008 9:24:46 PM
Life on the road is never boring. I have lived here as long as I can remember roaming the dark forests and open plains of the land. Martian and his family are all the family I have known. Nights in a roadside inn or under the open sky I welcome equally. But on this night I welcome nothing. My master lays sick and probably dyeing and I have a letter for him that he can't read. So will take up the request form his family...my family and go back to the valley to help them.
Walk for a twenty count then run for a twenty count. A man can cover more ground then a horse moving this way. Sleeping when I can find a place to, eating on the run. Finally stumbling into the yard of my families farm and ranch. Up the front step to knock on the old door.
DM Kathy Wednesday May 14th, 2008 10:36:23 PM
You arrive in Cinnamon Valley safely, but have little time to enjoy (or otherwise experience) your homes and your loved ones. Your relatives all have the same basic information: Something was found at the Thrupp place. Something bad. So bad it's got the Pitchfork Council worried. You're to meet with Madam Dulcet tomorrow evening.
All of you know the Pitchfork Council, of course. The 13-member council rules Cinnamon Valley--as much as anbody or anything can be said to rule such a scattered and disparate group of people. It is made up from representatives of all folk in the Valley, and meets regularly in Jarlwolf.
Most of you have at least heard of Dulcet, an accomplished witch and one of the members of the Council. Those of you who grew up near Witchspawn or Jarlswolf may have met her. Some of you have perhaps heard that Dulcet was recently transformed into a cat by an enemy mage, but is now somewhat recovered.
A few of you may know or have heard of the Thrupps, an old and prosperous farming family with holdings on the Magpie Crossing road.
Hearing the news (and the summons), you make your way to Madam Dulcet's house in time for the meeting the following evening. For some of you, this means rising at first light and traveling all day. For others, it means sauntering across the street after dinner.
A servant admits you to the house and leads you to a large and well-furnished parlor. Already seated in the parlor is an older human woman wearing dark robes and an air of authority. Seated on her left is a human man in his forties, with thinning hair and a face that would be very pleasant if it did not look so worried.
"Good evening," the woman says. "Thank you for coming. I am Dulcet of the Pitchfork Council, and this gentleman is Ghelard Thrupp. Please, won't you be seated? And introduce yourselves?"
[Please remember to include a physical description with your introduction, so we can all "see" you.]
Kiel Longarm Thursday May 15th, 2008 1:55:51 AM
Leaving Phoenix tied up outside, with his pack and weaponry in their places secured on the faithful steed, Kiel knocks on the door. He drops the hood of his cloak upon entering the lady's home and nods to the familiar faces he recognizes, maybe not by name, but by association in school or at town meetings or at the market. When offered, this average height, brown haired, blue eyed man, obvious of the nature warrior variety by the colors of his clothing, takes a seat across from the worried man.
When asked to introduce himself, he responds: I am Kiel Longarm.
He says nothing else, seemingly the quiet type.
AxaraAC: 17 HP 18/18 Thursday May 15th, 2008 9:21:15 AM
Axara enters the farm and all the childhood memories are rushing to her mind. The early ones are good but the later ones are worse as she started to show her "gift" and she was "different". She stands in the kitchen, looking at her mother working by the wood oven. Melinda follows behind her, hushing the scare children.
"Mom, I am back are you requested. It is good to be home. I missed you and Dad so much. Is he here?"
Her mother looks at her and a sad smile covers her face "You know your father. He does not have much use for a daughter that cannot milk a cow or bring him a son in law that can help on the fields or have plenty of grandchildren to help with the farm."
The rejection hits Axara in the face harder than the blade of the orc that nearly killed her. Her face turns harsh and love disappears from her eyes.
"So what do you need me for?"
Her mother explains the situation and the meeting with Madam Dulcet.
Keeping all her love for her mother inside her, Axara just nods and covers her face with her hood and turns around. Her face is now not visible, which helps her cover the tears flowing down her cheeks.
As she is about to leave the farm, her mother yells "Axara, wait." She rushes to the sorceress and give her a huge hug. Then she pulls a bag of honey covered almonds from her apron. "Here. Your favorites."
Axara takes the bag and nods again, incapable of talking as a big block forms in her throat. She hugs her mother back and leaves the farm. She can hear the children asking who that mysterious person was and her mother responds "This is your famous aunt Axara. One day you will be proud to be her nephews and nieces as I am to be her mother. She is mentally the strongest woman I have ever known. And when she decides to settle down, she will have so many rich suitors; your grand father will see the errors of his way."
Axara is glad to be out of house as her mother's words make her sobs loudly.
The following day, she arrives at Madam Dulcet's house. A servant leads her into the parlor. She walks slowly, the sound of her quarterstaff hitting the floor resonating in the hallways. Although she has a thin frame (5'2" 109#), she projects a larger presence in the room. She sees the woman and the man and nods to both of them. Then she slowly removes her hood, exposing her gorgeous and charismatic face as a sign of peace. Her black hair melts with the blackness of the robe and her blue eyes are like shinning jewels in her face.
She puts a polite smile on her face and says "I am Axara. I have been told that you have a problem and that my unique talents could be used in resolving it." There no emotions in her voice, just a business tone. The pain from the meeting with her mother are still too strong for Axara to express any emotions in public.
Edited by Al for tag problems.
Sebastian CharSheet Thursday May 15th, 2008 11:22:40 AM
Stopping outside of Madam Dulcet's house, the youthful Sebastian casts a quick spell to clean the road dust off his cloths in order to make the best impression before entering. The brown hair and blue eyed Sebastian is dressed the part of an adventure with an Explorer's outfit sturdy boots, leather breeches, frilly sleeve shirt with vest gloves and a cloak. There seems to be a plethora of pockets stuffed with much of his gear, food stuff and other items. On top he even has a wide-brimmed hat with a long feather sticking out of it. Strapped to his off hand is a well made darkwood Buckler and below that is a Rapier and dagger snug in their sheaths. Underneath his shirt can occasionally be seen peeking out from the cuffs and collar is an extremely light chain shirt made from very fine mithral links. Hooked to his belt is a light crossbow in easy reach.
Upon entering the room, Sebastian take his feathered hat in hand and bows deeply to lady Dulcet and her companion. "Greetings my lady Dulcet and Sir Thrupp, I Sebastian Virgil Cyrus am here to offer my services to you in the valley's time of need. You may know my father Master Cyrus he works in the valley in the capacity as Public Sanitation in charge of street pre-compost removal? No? Well no matter." Sebastian bows again as the takes Madam's Dulcet's hand and lightly kisses it before stepping back to take a seat.
As Sebastian goes to sit down his rapier catches on the fabric of the chair causing a ripping sound as it tears a hole in the fabric. embarrassed, Sebastian jumps back up "Terribly sorry about that, that doesn't normally happen, I hope it can be mended.." as Sebastian is turning around to look at the damaged chair his crossbow bumps the side table knocking a few nick knacks over. Looking more embarrassed "Oh dear, I hope nothing was damaged. I am so sorry about that." Quickly picking up the toppled items and carefully taking a seat on the damaged chair, Sebastian tries to look nonchalant hoping that no one noticed his antics.
Trying to desperately to change the focus in the room, Sebastian turns to the attractive Axara to make small talk while waiting for the others "So, madam will your husband be joining us for this adventure?" He absent mindedly brushes his small mustache as chats trying to act as if he didn't just make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Thursday May 15th, 2008 12:09:50 PM
Rollo finished off the remainder of his pie; Pim had been explaining the situation while he did so. Something about a farm equipment board, and something found on a farm.
The words were getting a bit jumbled in his head like they do from time to time, but such is the way of concepts always shifting and wandering off. It's the lack of tangible forms that does it really. I mean what is a word with out the clothing of letters?
huh? Oh right she's talking again.
"...Mom and Dad said that we shouldn't get involved. You know how they are, but I said to them 'Listen, you may be able to ignore the human's problems, but I have to deal with them. A good lot, that bunch over there, and I wasn't going to sit idly by when they need our help."
I don't recall her talking so much, when I was here.
"...Granted I'm not much in the way of help, which is why I called you. There is a meeting over at Madam Dulcet's house. I can give you directions if you like. " Pim paused looking over at Rollo whose wandering attention was apparent on his face. "That is if you are interested in helping."
Rollo looked over at Pim with a grin. "Of course I'll help."
What am I helping with? Stopping evil I assume. Oh well, I'll figure it out.
Pim smiled back scribbling down a rough map, "You better hurry then, the meeting will be starting soon."
"Mind if I take one...urm two for the road?", Rollo indicated the pie rack.
"Of course."
Rollo grabbed a pair of pies and the map, and headed out, "Thanks sis."
The journey to Madam Dulcet's was uneventful, the occasional odd stare, an intriguing patch of crab grass, a rabbit, the usual.
When he arrived at the door the servant gave Rollo an intense interrogation, but once he realized it wasn't a joke he allowed the gnome to pass.
"Hey everyone I brought pie." Rollo entered dressed in an assortment of kitchenware fashioned into a suit of plate armor a permanent grin on his face(see sheet for character sketch), and a pie in each hand.
"Good evening," the woman says. "Thank you for coming. I am Dulcet of the Pitchfork Council, and this gentleman is Ghelard Thrupp. Please, won't you be seated? And introduce yourselves?"
Rollo handed the pies to the servant, but not before extracting a slice for himself. "Why don't you cut a slice for yourself as well, very tasty"
Finding a seat he looked around at those who arrived before him and announced himself. "Rollo Nimbus."
Owain entered, his bright armor clinking slightly as he moved. He looked around the room at the eclectic group of people gathered so far and nodded, shifting the large great sword sheathed at his belt.
He was a huge, hulking figure of a man, standing more than 7 feet tall with a massive, powerful frame and pronounced Half-Orc features.
Offsetting his imposing and intimidating presence, however, were his kind, intelligent eyes and an almost palpable sense of honor, wisdom and kindness.
"I am Owain, Paladin and follower of the forces of Good in the world," the mighty half-orc said has a deep, commanding voice. "I offer my sword, my heart and my faith to whatever cause I have been sent here to discuss."
Crossing his huge tree truck sized arms across his wide chest, the half-orc calmly stood and waited.
OOC: I tried the character sheet link for the first time ... hopefully it worked!
Zeph [AC17 HP25/25] Thursday May 15th, 2008 5:04:03 PM "Well, there is a bit of a problem at a farm near Magpie Crossin'," Marko said, "Ye need to go speak to Madam Dulcet, its urgent." Marko had a grim look on his face.
"Right then, I'll leave at first light... you need help making anything here in the Tannery? It's been a while since I skinned an animal or dyed some leather." Zeph said almost apologetically.
"Err - well - actually, I been workin' on a lil' sumtin' for ye, Zeph... It may be a while since I get ta see ye again." Marko said, looking as worried as ever.
I wonder if he thinks I will return at all. This sounds dangerous. Well, I'm not throwing my life away yet. I'm not committing to anything without a sound plan of action. Zeph thought
"Here, boy," Marko said, handing him a small box. "To hold yer... tools..."
It was a finely crafted dark brown leather belt with several sheaths attached, each designed for a different weapon. There was a clear place to put a rapier, dagger, short sword, and several multi-purpose hooks and loops to attach pouches.
"Thanks, Marko... I really appreciate it." Zeph said meekly. He sometimes feels that he was lucky to have two very good father figures in his life. But then, when Zeph thinks of that, he remembers how his first father was taken from him and recedes into his brooding nature.
Zeph leaves at first light and arrives in the evening, being escorted into the dining room by a servant.
Zeph takes a long look at each person sitting at the table, studying their facial expressions and demeanors, trying to get an impression of each one. He makes particular note of the large Half-Orc and the Gnome wearing pots and pans and wonders why such a hodgepodge of people have been gathered. Zeph also gets lost in the blue eyes of Axara as she talks.
I wonder what that pie tastes like Zeph thinks.
When it becomes his turn to introduce himself and everyone stares at him, he stands, only 2inches shorter than Kiel, looking equally fit. His cloak is not over his head and everyone can see his black wavy hair and green eyes. His skin is slightly tan and his features are rather sharp for a human, almost as if he could be a Half-Elf, and he is cleanly shaven. His clothing is dark, black and brown, and arranged so no one can see his underlying Mithril shirt. Engraved leather bracers adorn his arms and a Shining Mithril Buckler is strapped to his left fore-arm. A rapier, dagger, warhammer, and several pouches are attached to his finely-crafted belt.
"My name is Zeph Illidian, step-son of Marko Clemso the leather Tanner of Jarlwolf. I'm-er-looking forward to meeting everyone here," he said in a slightly awkward manner. "I am also looking forward to hearing as to why we are here," Zeph said, regaining his focus and serious demeanor.
I noticed a few typos in my post above. Is there any way to edit once you have posted? I was in a hurry and didn't re read or spell check before I hit submit!
Thanks!!!
Chaldorl [Ac 17 HP 23/23] Thursday May 15th, 2008 6:40:05 PM
I love this place, the children, the simple work the love of my family. The road has none of these things but it still calls to me. After most of a days work and playing with my nieces and nephews I wash up for the meeting with Madam Dulcet. Braiding my white hair back into place. The mottled grey green monks robes and sandals come next. My weapons and gear come last, I look at the fathers and mothers of the children I had played with and see in them the children they were. I don't know what the problem is but I won't let it hurt them never them.
The walk to Madam Dulcets is calming and pleasant. Upon entering I squint my silver eyes to avoid the light from the entry way. At 5'7" 105 I'm slight slip in the room without opening the door all the way. "My name is Chaldorl and I'm here to do what ever I can to help.
Selemar Thursday May 15th, 2008 9:34:50 PM
The slender dark haired elf glides into the room. He's shorter than most, apart from the gnome, but is hard to miss, as he's accompanied by a large wolf with a fresh looking blue ribbon around it's neck. The elf looks around with curiosity and mild amusement written on his face. His smile looks wooden for a moment as he takes in the monk and paladin, but seem quite delighted to see the sorceress, and seeing the gnome seems to be the highpoint of his day so far. The wolf doesn't seem to much care
"My greetings. I am Selemar. It's a pleasure to meet you all. He's Lango. He's likely the friendliest wolf you will meet, but is a wolf. He might not bite. Speaking of bites, is that boysenberry pie perchance?"
DM Kathy Thursday May 15th, 2008 11:56:34 PM
Dulcet smiles at each of you as you are introduced.
"I know Carl Longarm by reputation," she says to Kiel. "I know his adopted son will be a worthy man."
"Axara, welcome," she says. "You seem skilled in the arcane arts, so I know you will be an asset to us all."
She seems a bit bewildered by Sebastian's theatrical entrance. "Er...yes, yes, I believe I have seen your father about town," she manages at last. "It is good to meet you, Sebastian."
Oddly, she seems to take Rollo's even stranger entrance in stride. Perhaps she is becoming used to you. "Rollo," she nods at him. "Your sister has spoken well of you. Are these her pies? Thank you for bringing them." She gives the servant a little frown and gesture, and he quietly rolls away the tea-cart with elegant refreshements already laid out, and begins cutting pies instead.
"I have heard much of you, Owain," Dulcet says. "If even half of it is true, we are in safe hands indeed."
"Zeph, it is good to see you again," she says with a smile. "Dear me! You were a schoolboy but yesterday. I know you will do us proud."
"Thank you for coming, Chaldorl," Dulcet says. "I know life in the Valley can be hard for dark elves, and we appreciate very much that you're willing to help."
"Selemar," she says cordially, "and Lango. Thank you for coming."
When everybody has been seated, and served a piece of pie, she begins.
"We have asked for adventurers because we have need of assistance. An ancient item of great power--and great evil--has been discovered in our very midst." She nods to the man sitting beside her. "Master Thrupp, suppose you tell us what happened."
Ghelard looks nervously around at you all. "Well..." he says, clearly not knowing where to begin. "Well, it all started with the engagement, I suppose. My youngest brother, found the right lady at last. Well, the thing of it is, Da and Mum have the big cottage, with the uncles, and my other brother and his family have the sun wing, and my eldest and his wife are in the little cottage, and---"
Apparantly sensing that his domestic arrangements aren't exactly riveting to his audience, he breaks off and continues. "So we decided to build another addition onto the house. Knock through the north wall of the little library and convert it into a kind of vesty-bull. So, we had to move the books, you see." He glances around, as if anxious that this point be understood.
"So we were packin' them up, and there's this little screen, been in the northeast corner since I was a boy, at least. We always thought, you know, that it was flush with the wall. Never bothered much with it. But we pull it out of the way, and bless me if there wasn't a wee little bookshelf back there. Terribly old thing, with room for only a few books. And...well, this book was on it." His expression is decidedly troubled now.
"Nasty thing," he continues. "I didn't like the sight of it, so we put it by. Were going to ask about it later. Well. Well...." He seems unable to continue.
"A few days later," Dulcet says quietly, "Ghelard's youngest son, apparantly drawn to the book, took it out of the house and to a nearby grove. Then, following one of the rituals described in the book, he found a couple of barn cats and--" she breaks off as Ghelard chokes back a sob. "I don't suppose you need to hear the specifics," she concludes. "It was a ghastly scene. The boy has been taken to the temple, where it is hoped that the evil taint can somehow be removed from him.
"I have had time to research the book since Ghelard came to me," she continues. "I believe it to be one of the few surviving copies of the Vaaphyn Codex, a legendary tome of horrific rituals. The rituals are said to grant the supplicant with great powers, such as long life, but at a terrible price.
"Worse, the very pages of the codex are laced with enchantments of enticement and command, such that merely being in proximity of the book can be enough to make one want to open and read it. And merely opening and reading it can make one want to perform the rituals inside. That, sadly, is what happened to young Dener.
"The Pitchfork council has agreed that the book must be destroyed. But such a powerful item cannot simply be tossed on a fire. Strong magicks are required if the destruction is to be total. That is what I am presently researching.
"But as I pursue my research, we need to be sure the codex itself is safe. And that is why we wish to call upon you. We need you to guard the codex and keep it safe until it can be destroyed. Will you do this?"
Kiel Longarm Friday May 16th, 2008 1:10:39 AM
It sounds to me that this item has such power that shouldn't a member of the Dragon consortium be summoned? Not saying we wouldn't do our best to do as you ask, but still, it seems like a fools errand of our ( motions to everyone summoned to the meeting ) caliber to be sought to guard this powerful item.
Zeph [AC17 HP25/25] Friday May 16th, 2008 1:29:30 AM A Gnome and an Elf with their heads in the clouds. A depressed Woodsman, and an Arcanist of some sort with apparent deep-seeded emotional issues. A clumsy musician. A way-too-serious Half-Orc and a Drow that "just wants to help people."..... What in the Numerous Hells have I gotten myself into here?...... Maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic, I guess I'll fit in just fine with this motley crew... Zeph thinks as each person is addressed by Lady Dulcet.
After hearing Lady Dulcet speak, Zeph's mind is flooded with questions and uncertainties.
"Ok, I guess I'll ask questions too, because I have a lot of them," Zeph says curiously, then he notices everyone is staring at him. "I apologize, but I'm not the kind of person to accept a task blindly," Zeph quickly says, trying to justify his need to question, obviously embarrassed.
"First of all, Madam Dulcet, with all due respect, why are 8 individuals such as ourselves needed for guard duty?..... I mean, are we expecting something to happen?" Zeph asks pointedly.
"Secondly, this book. If we do succeed in our job, how can we be sure that the Pitchfork Counsel will destroy it? Again, with all due respect and I don't mean to accuse anyone... but with an item of such great power, there are many people who may want to utilize it for their own means," Zeph asks a bit timidly, afraid of reprisal from the honored woman. Amidst the gush of questions, he can't help but think, Maybe I should learn to trust politicians.... maybe...
"And lastly, sorry for the questions, but where is the book?"
Zeph stops to breathe for the first time in his questions. He feels a bit ashamed to speak out like he did, but his curiosity and excitement got the better of him.
Then, it hits Zeph and his eyes open wide suddenly. "Oh yeah, and I do accept the job... I think," Zeph says, thinking hard about the possible consequences of his decision.
Owain half-orc paladin Friday May 16th, 2008 7:32:51 AM
Owain listens to Madam Dulcet carefully, his eyes narrowing at the mention of the horrific Vaaphyn Codex.
"There is an old proverb ... Evil, looked for is always found. Evil, unchecked always grows." the paladin says thoughtfully. "I have dedicated my life to the defeat and destruction of evil in whatever form it may take. Although this tome may not be something I can destroy through force of arms, it is something that must be destroyed none the less."
The huge half-orc's head tilts slightly as a thought occurs to him.
"Madam," Owain says, turning to the seated woman, "if what you say is true and this evil book can compel those around it do act against their will, what is to prevent the same thing from happening to any of us when we are near it?"
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Friday May 16th, 2008 10:51:39 AM
Rollo sucked the pie filling from his fingers listening to the story of the farmer and the book. The book was clearly evil, he knew this from the number of times evil was said by those around him.
Well, evil must be stopped.
"Why not put the book back in the wall, bury it, or something? Seems the evil functions on an out of sight out of mind mentality or Ghelard here would have been a slobbering worshiper of the underworld long time ago. Should be easy keep an eye on till we figure out how to destroy it. Hopefully the news of it's discovery hasn't traveled too far.... Did you make these chairs?"
Rollo admired the chair. "Extremely comfortable."
Seeing as it may be necessary here are my spells that I prepared for the day. 0 Mending x 2 Detect Magic Light
1st Elfvision Sanctuary Shield of Faith Bless
2nd Faerie Fire Calm Emotions Hold Person
Selemar Friday May 16th, 2008 11:06:21 AM
"Such things must be dealt with, and I think the sooner we handle it, the better. Are you aware of how such a thing may be destroyed safely? I think the Council is wise to get many guards. If one of us is corrupted, it is likely the rest will not be. We can guard it and each other."
AxaraAC: 17 HP 18/18 Friday May 16th, 2008 11:10:57 AM
Axara looks at Sebastian and replies "Do I look like I need a husband?" She gives his the sexiest and most inviting smile and look she ever given before turning her expression in one of coldness and disdain. She shakes her head and turns away from him.
She smiles as she sees the gnome, salivating at the idea of eating pies until her conscience take over "You really do not need the extra calories, do you?"
She is impressed by the half-orc, which is even taller sitting than she is standing. She is a little uneasy at the surface dark elf because she still does not know how to differentiate from a drow and a dark surface elf. She is a little taken away by the elf and his wolf. How pretentious to bring such an animal in one's home? The other men do not really register with her.
She is the last one to sit, holding her quarter staff between her crossed arms. She has moved the hood from her robe back on, covering her hair. Her shinny blue eyes are glowing ever more than ever.
After Madam Dulcet explains the "mission", a certain disdain appears on her face. "Great! Now my job will be to baby sit an evil book. What a failure of an adventurer I am becoming!" She gets up and paces as she talks. She also took a couple of rose petals from one of the many pockets in her robe and plays with them as she speaks. "Madam Dulcet, you have assembled quite a powerful group for this book. May be the combination of these various men power combine with my humble skills could destroy it. Another solution would be to bring this evil book to a holy temple of a good god to have its servants destroy it. If you rather just have us baby-sit it, it is fine with me but I need to know what you are offering us for your effort." She bows, put the rose petals back in her robe pocket and sits down.
Sebastian CharSheet Saturday May 17th, 2008 11:24:47 AM
Responding to Axara reply, "ugh... Ye....Ugh I mean NO! It just that young who are as pretty as you are usually married by your age, unless they have some probl.... Ugh .... Oh I think Lady Dulcet is about to explain things. We can talk later."
After Madam Dulcet and Master Thrupp explains about the book, Sebastian looks thoughtful for a few moments as everyone else replies. Some volunteering right away, some wondering why their needed, other asking for compensation. After a moment Sebastian speaks up, "Could you be over reacting a bit? As the gnome with the delicious pies did point out the book has sat for what appears to be two are three generations without causing harm. If you feel you need such an extraordinary group to guard the book, I will be glade to make myself available. I'm sure you will more than adequately compensate us for our time in the endeavor. I was wondering how long do you expect your present research into how to destroy the book is expected to take?"
(OOC: DM please see earlier private post. thanks.)
Selemar Saturday May 17th, 2008 12:49:26 PM
I guess Selemar should also have spells
0- cure minor wounds, detect magic, light, guidance
1- charm animal, calm animals, speak with animals
2- Flaming Sphere, animal messenger
This is not his normal adventuring selection.
Chaldorl [Ac 17 HP 23/23] Saturday May 17th, 2008 3:20:40 PM
Chaldorl did not take a chair upon entering but chose instead to sit on his heels with his quarterstaff propped against his shoulder. He listens intently to what is said.
"If the council believes this tome to be dangerous then I think we should as well. I pledge my services to the council until such time as the book is destroyed or otherwise disposed of."
DM Kathy Sunday May 18th, 2008 8:58:43 PM
Ghelard looks a little overwhelmed at the flood of questions, suggestions, and reactions, but Dulcet takes it all in with smiling calm.
"At this time, I don't think the item is powerful enough to involve the Dragons," she tells Kiel. "True, it can have very unpleasant consequenses for any who get near it, but it is not, presently, a threat to the entire Wold. I believe that, with help, you all can meet this challenge."
"Yes, Zeph," she says. "We are expecting something to happen. When the Thrupps first discovered the book, they mentioned it to friends and neighbors. And Dener's unfortunate actions are known to a few people outside his family. We have advised everyone that secrecy is the best course to follow for now, but many people have alredy been told of the book's discoverery. We must anticipate that word of the find has gotten out, possibly even beyond the Valley. There are many in the Wold who seek power, and who do not care overmuch if the source of that power bears an evil taint. Even now, there may be those seeking the Codex for their own ends. You must keep them from it."
"As to whether the Council will really destroy the Codex, you have my word on that. I believe most of you know my reputation; I hope my word will suffice."
"That is a very good question, Owain," she says. "And we do not fully know the answer." With a nod to Rollo and Sebastian, she continues, "It may be that a person must be aware of the book's existance, and its location, in order for its magicks to work on them. That the Thrupps were unaffected because they were unaware of the Codex. Unfortunately, even if true, that doesn't help us much because we all know about it. Hiding it again may or may not help us. I fear, however, that it will in no way dissade anyone who has already decided to take it for their own."
"I did some crude tests, and it seems that lead greatly diminishes the book's influence, in much the same way that it blocks detection spells. I have therefore had a lead-lined box specially created to hold the Codex until it can be destroyed. The box was just finished earlier today, and the Codex now rests within it, elsewhere in this house."
"At present," she replies to Selemar and Araxa, "I do not know how the Codex is to be destroyed. Nor do the Temples, who have their own representative on the Council. We are looking into the matter. I'm not sure how long it will take," she tells Sebastian. "Weeks, probably, but with luck no longer than that. We need to destroy it as quickly as possible."
"Payment," she says, apparantly a little surprised by Araxa's question. "Yes. Well, I hadn't given it much thought. I suppose the Council could arrange for a stipend, though. What say you to 50 gold per week?"
Sebastian Highlight to display spoiler: {You have heard tales of such books, though you have never heard a specific name. They are said to be pretty bad, but also to grant great power to those ruthless enough to use them. In one of your plays, the bad guy had a book kind of like this. Although his was bound in human skin and written with the blood of the damned, and as far as you know, this one isn't.}
AxaraAC: 17 HP 18/18 Monday May 19th, 2008 9:53:06 AM
Axara ignores Sebastian's replies, staying focused on the matter at hand. "Here we go again? What is wrong with her? She is gorgeous and well endowed? Why isn't she popping kids left and right? He is cute but clumsy and not very tactful. Figures. He probably expressed what the others are thinking. Except for the gnome. Only gnomes know what gnomes think.
She listens to Madam Dulcet with her piercing blue eyes focusing on the witch. When the lady is done, she moves her hood a little more around her face, making it half hidden. She puts her arm on the chair armrest, puts her hands together and rests her chin on them, as if meditating. After a few moments, she puts her both hands on her quarter staff and speaks "This is a strange request indeed. You talk of powerful evil yet it is not powerful enough to involve the Dragons. Yet no one knows how to destroy it. Yet you feel it is safe in a lead coffin. Yet you hired 8 powerful adventurers just to baby sit. You are either over careful or there is more to the story that you are willing to tell us. Regardless, I accept the challenge. At worst, it will be baby sitting a lead box. At best, it will be having fun with the ones trying to get their hands on the curse book." She stops and caresses the lace on her robe sleeves "and 50 gold pieces will be adequate. Barely but I am doing this to protect my family farm."
" I protect the farm, Father. Not because I expect you to appreciate it but because of Mother and my sisters and brothers and my nieces and nephews. May be this is why I was born different and may be finally, you will see that I do not have to give you grandchildren and milk cows to help you."
Sebastian CharSheet Monday May 19th, 2008 12:49:23 PM
Sebastian listens as Lady Dulcet answers the questions put to her. He looks concern when she mentions she mentions unpleasant consequences to those near the book. He starts to pale a little when she states that she is expecting something to happen and hiding it again won't stop anyone who has already decided to take it.
Sebastian relaxes a little as she mentions lead diminishes the book's influence, until she also mentions the codex is in within the house.
Nervous, Sebastian wonders what he has gotten into until Dulcet mentions the stipend. Speaking excitedly at first, "Fifty gold a week? That muc.... Uh, Yes, yes that will be adequate. A few weeks you say." He finished in a controlled calm voice.
Sebastian reflects on the others reactions. The pretty but touchy Axara seems to think there is more than is being said. Also, she thinks risking life and limb is fun? Sebastian shutter at the thought.
Rubbing his mustache, Sebastian recalls what he knows of magic books like the Codex. It's not much more helpful that what Dulcet has already said, however recalling the play "I know of one occasion, where this bad dud had a book bound in human skin and written with the blood of the damned! He used it to summon demons which the hero Heracles had to battle. Eventually the dud and his book fell into pit that was an opening to hell. After the play, one fellow complained to me that my demon illusions looked like bunny rabbits compared to the real thing. Sheesh! Everyone's a critic; it's not like he could have seen a real demon and lived to complain about it."
Getting back to the subject, Sebastian continues "So, what's the plan? Do you want us the guard the book here in your house, or should we move it to some out of the way place? If they can't find us then we stay safe. Err... The book remains safe."
Kiel Longarm Monday May 19th, 2008 7:27:24 PM
Absently rubbing the 2 gold rings on his left hand, Kiel listens to the replies of the others. Watching. Gauging their reactions and studying each of his new companions to be. A quick smirk comes to his face when he eyes the vain Sorceress Stops to study the Dark Elf a little longer than the others Nods to the Elf with the wolf Has an amusing grin with the Gnome, thinking he will be a joy to have in the group Looks at the rest with wonder. As in if / how everyone will mesh into a cohesive unit.
But says nothing, only to nod to the Lady when she replies to his question regarding the Dragon Consortium.
Owain half-orc paladin Monday May 19th, 2008 8:56:23 PM
The half-orc listens carefully, his thick brows narrowing from time to time as he considers.
"50 gold pieces is more than fair, Lady" Owain rumbles to Dulcet with a slight nod of his large head. "Please send my share to my temple. The clerics there will see to it that the money is put to good use."
The paladin absent-mindedly fingers the golden holy symbol around his neck as he absorbs everything.
"When we are finished here, I would like to see this book for myself. Is anyone guarding currently or is it unattended?" Owain scratched his chin thoughtful before continuing. "I would also like to consult the clerics of my temple -- they are very wise on matters such as this. Perhaps they can offer some additional insight on this Codex."
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Monday May 19th, 2008 9:33:40 PM
Rollo was a bit confused by the money talk. The fey really had no concept of money.
Good is good, and bad is bad, and good stops bad and that is the way it is? What does it mean when good is only good when gold is involved? Are you good? Maybe you are only good if you have gold in that case? I guess I should make sure my companions have gold if that is the case, wouldn't want to be surround by a group of not good people.
"Umm...could we potential get a bit of the gold up front? Just one will do." The gnome looked around at the gold pouches of his companions.
Zeph [AC17 HP25/25] Monday May 19th, 2008 10:37:13 PM
" I like this group. We are all so different. "
" Well, a job is a job, and it pays more than honest work, yet less than dishonest work. I'll give it a try. " Zeph says with a slight wink and smile to Lady Dulcet.
Regaining his seriousness, " My thoughts are similar to the Half-Orc's, Owain was it? I fear that whomever may be guarding it now could already be in trouble, and I would like to take a look at it with him. I could write to a Wizard or two that I met in Plateau City to see what they think about it - perhaps they could do some more research into the book that Sebastian mentioned as well. Also, would it also be too much to hire a Diviner to keep watch on the book and anything or anyone who could possibly threaten it? And lastly... is there anything you are not telling us? " Zeph says with a raised eyebrow.
DM Kathy Monday May 19th, 2008 10:39:18 PM
Dulcet frowns a little at Axara's speech, but merely replies: "Thank you, my dear. It is very good of you."
"We haven't yet decided on a location," she replies to Sebastian. "Here in town, you would be close to help if you needed it. On the other hand, you would be easier to find, if someone came looking for the Codex. Perhaps someplace in the country would be better. We can discuss the details a bit more later."
She looks askance at Rollo, as if trying to figure out if he is kidding. "I can have your gold for you in the morning," she says at last. "In the meantime, I invite you all to spend the night here in the manor. I know some of you would have a long journey back to where you are staying, and night has already fallen."
She smiles at Owain and Zeph. "And, now that you all--or at least most of you--have ageed to help, I do agree it's time you had a look at this thing. We can--what's wrong?"
This last is said to the servant, who has just come into the room looking pale and shaken. "I--" he gasps. "Madam Dulcet! The library! The book! It--it's gone!"
AxaraAC: 17 HP 18/18 Tuesday May 20th, 2008 11:07:11 AM
Axara realizes that Madam Dulcet is not really fond of her. "I guess she won't invite me to the harvest festival. Axara, what a great entrance. The cute but clumsy one thinks you are mental case. The others think you are a vain and pompous person. You got to work on your brooding mysterious magician look. What you do right now REALLY does not work at projecting that image."
When she hears the servant statement, she gets up of her chair to quickly and her robe split, giving Sebastian a furtive glance at her slender and greatly shape legs. She covers herself quickly and she puts the hood to cover her face to mask the very red blushing covering her face.
She grabs her quarter staff and waits for the strong fighters to likely rush the place where the Codex was being held.
Trying to use a calm, collected and commanding voice, she says among the commotion. "Please try not to touch anything. I can check to see if magic has been used."
Sebastian CharSheet Tuesday May 20th, 2008 11:39:09 AM
Listing to other comments, Sebastion responds to Rollo's curious comment about gold and good, patting his pocket, I'm good, I have gold, but Rollo you have an interesting theory. Perhaps the reason bad people seek gold is be good? Only It must take more gold for some people to be good than others? That must by why temples are always asking for more gold! I must write my old mentor Tredwell at once and tell him your theory about gold making people good. I'm sure he would find it most interesting!"
After the servant comes in informing us about the missing book, Sebastion looks confused for a moment as he stutters "What d-do you mean gone? Someone should go and see the thief is still here!" The bard looks around to see who's going to volunteer to go look.
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Tuesday May 20th, 2008 12:18:43 PM
Rollo jumped to his feet at the news, and bolted for the door that the servant entered through.
There would be time for the what, who, whens, but now may be the only chance to head off whatever evil is absconding with the book. The library has to be this way.
Zeph [AC17 HP25/25] d20=11 ; Tuesday May 20th, 2008 6:08:25 PM
" Here we go. Like this was unexpected. (sarcasm ends) " Zeph thinks.
" Woah, wait, did Lady Dulcet even say that it is in the library ? " Zeph tries to yell out before Rollo gets out of ear-shout. " Where is it? I agree with Rollo, maybe we can catch the thief if we hurry.
"If someone stole the Tome, then either he/she is extremely good at sneaking around or is under an Invisibility spell. Hey, Owain, I heard a long time ago that Paladins can find evil creatures and items fast, quick, and in a hurry. You should come with us to search for this yakle. I think a combo of detecting evil and Axara's detecting magic plus me knowing what to look for with thieves should be enough to flush him out. I'll also search for any traps the thief may have left behind for us on the way. " Zeph explains quickly as he follows Rollo, while drawing his longbow and an arrow.
(Search to detect traps = 1d20=11+9(skill)= 20.)
(OOC: Hey Sebastian, I am pretty sure that Rollo meant to think those thoughts about gold and good. Unless you can read thoughts, I don't see how you responded to them.)
Kiel Longarm d20+7=15 ; d20+3=11 ; d20+7=22 ; Tuesday May 20th, 2008 7:15:45 PM Not totally suprised to hear that the book has been stolen.
Seeing everyone jump up and rushing the library, Kiel, motioning to Selemar, calmly walks out the front door. Grabbing his melee weapon off his horse he cautiously makes his way around the house to where the library would be, then starts looking for clues of someone(s).
Survival (Track): 15 Search: 11 Spot: 22
Sebastian OOC: Tuesday May 20th, 2008 7:52:58 PM
(OOC: No Sebastian is no mind reader. Granted the text is in italics and doesn't have quotes around it, but there are are no text clues such as "Mulling it over in his mind", "Thinking to himself", or "Yelling out loud the following". I apologized if I miss read Rollo's intended posting.)
Rollo[AC:21 HP:29/29] Tuesday May 20th, 2008 8:26:27 PM
(OOC: was sticking to the convention of italics as thought, and " " to indicate dialogue. To prevent further confusion I will put all dialog in bold.)
Owain half-orc paladin Tuesday May 20th, 2008 8:37:54 PM
Owain's eyes widen at the revelation and the resulting flurry of activity.
"Lady," the paladin exclaims, turning quickly to Dulcet as his hand drifts to the hilt of his large sword, "where exactly was the book being kept!? Please take us there!"
Owain begins to move in whatever direction Dulcet indicates. As he does, he reaches out with his mind and searches for any mystical sign of the vile book or the thieves (Detect Evil at will, per spell)
Selemar d20=6 ; d20=4 ; d20=6 ; Tuesday May 20th, 2008 8:47:18 PM
Selemar's eyes widen at the news the book has disappeared, but otherwise he seems unfazed.
They tell the village they found an item of great evil. Someone is bound to want it, and realize that others will work to destroy it.
With everyone running into the library in a panic, it's hard to miss the human calmly walking out the front door
{if i were the thief, I'd walk out in the confusion. I'd also work to make sure that no one noticed. i would not seek to call anyone with me. So, it seems likely he's of a mind that the culprit has quit the premises. Likely right. And he's either flown off, or may have left a trail. So, there's an easy choice in front of us. We stand about in a panic, or we hunt. [/i]
Selemar rises, and heads out the door, following the human, and noting that he seems comfortable in the outdoors. he begins looking about for anything out of the ordinary while commanding (listen 11, spot 12) while instructing the wolf to find a trail (survival 12).
"Kiel, do you see anything? Don't go far, for out quarry may be near."
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