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Thread: The Quest for the Armaments of God - (RP) [ This thread is 21 pages long: 1 (2) 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 ]
Keksimaton
Keksimaton


Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
posted July 26, 2008 02:53 PM bonus applied by Mytical on 09 Nov 2008.
Edited by Keksimaton at 11:38, 11 Mar 2009.

When Robert came back with the firewood, they set a small camp that consisted of the campfire and a few nearby places that they judged to be good enough to sleep in.

Around the campfire they discussed many everydaily things and told eachother some news from eachothers homelands (except for Shalan who was in a mine for quite some time). Inevitably the conversation wandered to what the majority of the people are talking about: The Armaments of God. All that Robert had heard of it that people are looking for them and it was the first time that Shalan ever heard of such a thing (Living underground for a considerable time does that). Jeremy then told both of them of the legend of Barry, the Combat Defender and how he defeated the gods in battle and was awarded the Armaments of God and how Barry continued to raise his wealth and fame. Jeremy explained that the Armaments of God is the term used for Barry's enormous trasure for the Armaments are considered the most valuable part of the treasure. Jeremy also told how Barry then hid his massive wealth to a mountain far, far to the north where it is guarded by the father of all dragons. The treasure was to expand from simple gold coins and jewelry to magical artifacts and even rarer metals and of course the Armaments of God.

After the story Jeremy said good night to the others and fell asleep himself not afraid of Robert though Shalan did tell to be careful of Robert for something about him seemed fishy.

"I thought that you would be too afraid to ever sleep again, especially when you are in the company of the rogue, Robert the Sly." Said the necromancer lord Kelthraias in the same cold voice as always, but this time he was with Jeremy in the makeshift camp. "I may be a coward, but even I am not afraid of dreams and I find it kind of funny to dream about you again and that I'm having this conversation in a dream," Jeremy said and the necromancer replied: "Oh! I do think that most people would find it funny, but I'll you that this is not a dream and neither was our last meeting." Shocked, and about to wet himself Jeremy asked stutteringly: "H-how is that possible?!" "Oh! it is very possible indeed if you are a powerful magician as I am. I did not come for a 'social call' I came for talking about your future position as my Herald of Death," The necromancer said and then continued after a little pause by saying: "I get the feeling that you are a bit indesicive about taking the position as my Herald of Death. I am willing to forgive that, but not forget, for you have actually been doing my bidding without me even having told you what to do so and I appreciate that." Jeremy listens to the necomancer in shock. "You must not let your newly found companions know that I have been in contact with you. Now you must wake up for there is something happening that might endanger you."

Jeremy woke up pale and more afraid than he ever thought possible. Then he saw that Shalan and Robert were awake and standing like they were prepared for battle. Jeremy asked them loudly: "Why are the two of you awake at this time?!" but then he heard and saw why were they awake. Two noisy bandits wielding curved blades were coming their way.
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AlkarRahn
AlkarRahn


Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
posted July 26, 2008 02:57 PM

Reaching the tavern once more, I gather my belongings and walk out. None inside dared to take them and none stopped me from taking them, not even warning a new face about the troubles that....well, that I could cause to myself. I laugh a little as I walk through the door. A woman passing by gives me an odd look, hearing this. I match her gaze.

“Best look out for what you look at, or the looked at may look you stiff.” I say, smiling at her. She seems quite nervous at the moment. Her pace quickens, until she goes into a run. I shift out of my current humanoid form, and into that of a dog. I follow the woman, fairly easily gaining ground. As soon as I think I’m close enough, I start casting another spell. As it finishes, the woman falls to the ground, turning into a small snake. I change back into myself, and pick up the woman as she slithers through her clothing.

“Or look you into something that is associated with looking persons stiff.” The snake tries to bite me a few times, but fails in all attempts.

“Time to go now, Sl... Bah! Names will come later. As I said, though, it's time to go. However, it's fun to travel in the rain. So, let’s make it rain!”

Taking some time before I head out with the snake, I cast another spell. The weather around the town and a fair distance out starts to slowly change, into a nice rain.
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Galev
Galev


Famous Hero
Galiv :D
posted July 26, 2008 03:47 PM

Karl Kuddweed

Athkathla is a town of minor interest on Karl's list but still, he stoped by for a short rest and if he was here why wouldn't he look for some old scrolls in the library. After half an hour of fruitless searching he hurried out of the dusty building with long and determined steps, his heels rhythmically knocking on the stones. His face bare such an agitated expression it caused most passers-by stare and gaze, till they met his gaze and the green flash in it. After a few wide streets and narrow alleyways he slowed down to a pleasant walk and started to think about the adventures he hoped to come. It made a suprisingly convivial air to apper on his face that caused even more staring. But he didn't mind it anymore.
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Lexxan
Lexxan


Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 26, 2008 03:49 PM

"An Ale Please." I said to the bartender

"Meighke et three!" Grim corrected my.
Hans protested: "But I don't want Ale, I want a nice at room temperature cooled Turnip beer and..."
"Shat ap, Gnoomey, Ai wuz jast possing me owda"
I and Hans laughed loudly, which made half the Guild look at us. The bartender passed us four ales and a Turnip beer (which reeked like rotten tomatoes). I tasted my ale; I shouldn't have, I would feel that foul taste for three days in a row. Instead, I turned to the bartender, who was obviously offended by the fact, that I didn't like his beer.
"Elendil-allmighty, this place is just so crammed."
"Aye, it is lad," the Bartender said "but this day is it's actually rather quiet around here. Is there something else you desire?"
"Mowre ALE!!" Grim said. I was surprised that he could shovel that wheat-urine down his throat without pulling disgusted faces.
"I see you've met Grim the Unlucky" The bartender said, eying Grim like he was a son of his. "Poor bloke, lost all his family some years ago."
"What?"
"Yeah, slaughtered by Drow sorcerors, everone of them, except him and his nephew. His nephew disappeared a few weeks ago, he was searching for the Arnaments of Barry."
I at the moment wasn't interested in the Arnaments of Barry, whatever the were, as I suddenly understood the real reason why Grim accompanied me.
"Those darn' Arnaments..." The bartender said "Half the world has been looking for them"
"MOWRE ALE!" Grim said. He seemed not to have heard a single word of the conversation.
"Barkeep, have you heared of the name 'Lakely' before?" Hans asked the bartender, reminding me of the true reason we came to Athkathla in the first place.
"Lakely? Yes, Ive heard of them. That as familiy of Nobles living near the town of Clearwater, north-east of here. Why?"
"Not important"I said "It's time that we must go. Howmuch for the beer?"
"Hmm. Let's see 10 ales and one Turnip beer... 25 golden ducats, and another ten for Service and Information."
"35? You thief!"
"Exactly." The barkeep replied, smiling slightly
"Now here you have your money, let's go Hans. C'mon Grim!" I yelled at the Dwarf who wanted to greet the Bartender.
"See ya leighter, Quimsby"
"Farewell Unkucky One"
As we left the guidl ,I left optimistic, even a bit bold. We now had a lead. I was so euphoric that I didn't notice the rain, not Hans putting on an ugly rain-repelling cap and Grims comments about the "Bluddy Rayne"


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Galev
Galev


Famous Hero
Galiv :D
posted July 26, 2008 04:24 PM
Edited by Galev at 16:34, 26 Jul 2008.

Walking gently on the streets, sunken deeply in his thoughts, Karl finally managed to notice it's raining. By that time he is already wet from head to foot. He looks quite puzzeled for the first few seconds, then shakes his head and murmurs some odd words. A spell dries him and  an other one keeps him so: holding one hand above his head. It looks ridiculous to the shallow observer, as if he tried to protect himself from the rain with one bare hand, but it works just fine, thanks to a small forcefield. Still smiling to himself, about himself, a loud cursing attracts his attention. "Bluddy Rayne!" He turns his head to the sound's direction and finds the source of it: a dwarf. ~Those guys...~ He thinks shaking his head. But he's not alone. Or even, accompanied by a gnome and a half-elf. This weird mix really does amuse him, even drawing a small laughter out of him. So, one hand still in the air, he suddenly decides to follow the three of them: curiosity is a well known virtue and flaw of wizards' character.
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JoonasTo
JoonasTo


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
posted July 26, 2008 05:24 PM
Edited by JoonasTo at 17:49, 27 Jul 2008.

Jonathan has just lit the fire and is preparing his bed when he hears someone walking in the bushes. He turns towards the sound.
"Is it you Jeremiah?"
A woman in a scarlet cape steps forward from the bushes slightly trembling.
"N-no. I'm Shariya. Please don't get mad at me for spying on you. I saw the fire and I thought there might be friendly people here but I wanted to be sure. Could I stay here for the night? They say that there are rogues around here. I'd feel safer not sleeping alone.", she pulls back her hood and looks straight into the young man's eyes pleadingly. Jonathan just stares in awe at the most beautiful sight he has yet seen.

After a while she asks him.
"Are you alright? I didn't interrupt anything, did I?", Jonathan feels his cheeks turning fire red.
"No, of course not and of course you can sleep here for the night."
"Oh thank you!", she takes his hand and kisses him on the left cheek. Jonathan feels the red in his cheek deepening.
"You must be cold, please, sit down to warm.", he picks his sleeping rug and brings it closer to fire.
"There you are. You can sit here.", he says and they sit down.
"You're such a gentleman.", she says and gives him another kiss on the cheek.
"Oh and don't worry about bandits. Surely they wouldn't bother a strong monk.", Jonathan notices her eyes widen a little.
"Ooh, you're a monk. I've always thought that monk's are very interesting. In what order do you belong?", then she carefully adds.
"Not one of those scary, evil ones do you?"
"No, I'm actually a servant of Tyr.", he says and boasts his chest.
"Ooh, isn't very hard to be Tyr's servant? All the codes and rules and everything? I've heard that Tyr accepts only the best. You must be very good then."
"Well, I don't wanna boast but no one from our monastery has ever been initiated as young as me.", Jonathan notices her eyes opening in awe.
"Oooh! You must be very strong! Can I try your arm?"
"Sure, why couldn't you?", she tries his arm but asks.
"Could you take that thick robe off? I can't feel anything through it."

Jonathan hesitates for a moment but after one look at her eyes  he lowers it at his waist. She then slides her fingers up and down on his arm. Jonathan feels a tingling going through him that wakes a feeling in the bottom of his stomach that he hasn't felt before. It makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
"You have such strong arms. And what shoulders!", her fingers start trailing over his shoulders and down his back. Jonathan feels his muscles relax and he leans back as she starts rubbing his back. After a while he feels her breasts press on his back as she leans forward and starts rubbing his chest. Just as he is about to open his mouth she whispers into his ear with a soft but demanding voice.
"Relax", Jonathan nods and leans back at her chest. She starts sliding her fingers around his chest. Jonathan is completely exhalted by this new feeling that has him in it's grasp. Silently Shariya starts to open her clothes while continuing to rub his chest with her another hand. When she's ready she quickly rips down his robe, spins into his lap and mounts him. The young priest opens his mouth but before he has the time to say anything Shariya starts kissing him passionately.

As his body reaches the ultimate tension under me I let out a scream and sink my fangs deep into his throat. I can feel his life-force pouring into me and filling me with power as I swallow his life nectar down my throat bringing me to an almost euphoric state. I remain there  enjoying as long as there is still blood in his veins. As the flow finally subsides I just lay there for a moment still trembling from the sensation. Slowly I get up, lick my lips and dress. Then I head off along the road, there is nothing for me here anymore.

Walking along the road I revel in my latest deed. Jeremiah's life in ruins, his family dead 60 years ago, now his monastery and his favorite student. I wide grin apperas on my face, the Mistress of Pain will be pleased. Suddenly wind starts blowing. It brings a strong scent of blood with it that fills all my senses. The scent has something strange in it though, besides the normal metallic scent there's something softer in it, like earth. A lizard! Hymph! Filthy half-breed! Bah, no luck to night. When I get closer I hear 4 other people. I sneak closer. There's the lizard plus two others and two bandits. I take a good position behind some bushes and prepare for the show. Maybe I wasn't such unlucky after all.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
posted July 26, 2008 07:03 PM
Edited by DagothGares at 00:13, 27 Jul 2008.

I took a few steps backwards with my daggers clenched in my hands. I looked at the lute player and was quite annoyed that he hadn't noticed the commotion! Luckily the lizard and I have heightened senses, otherwise he'd been mugged. "Jeremy! You better wake up, now, sleeping beauty!" I said with a bitter undertone of irony.

"And you either give that weapon to Shalan or you stand here with us." I added, when I realised that I was the only one carrying decent weapons around here (except for the two gentlemen who decided to sneak up on us, of course). I figured that I could take one guy down. I made a few sidesteps to the lizard and asked: "Can you still move with with your leg? Because I need you to take down the guy on my right side. I'll take down the guy on the left."

Shalan made a hishing sound that I couldn't understand. "What did you say?" I whispered.
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Lexxan
Lexxan


Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 27, 2008 07:16 AM

"Or we thar yat?" Grim asked me

We were marching for eight hours in a row now, and in the meantime it has stopped to rain.
"Patience, Grim, Patience," I said "We will arrive in Clearwater in about an hour."
"Twoz abou' toime..." Grim said.
"Grimsby, old pal," Hans interrupted "have I ever told you how much you remind me of my uncle, Uriah Twin-Hammers Hansen?"
"Wotch yer stap, Gnoome. Ef ye meighke me, toired Dworf, engry, Ai’ll bary the head of me axe so foar up yer backsoide yer brath will smell loike mahgic mattal!"
"That’s exactly the kind of thing Twin-Hammers would say. He was a ruthless, savage, bloodthirsty outlaw who would kill anyone or anything that got in his way. He used to repeatedly terrorize a certain gnomish village he frequently wandered through in his neverending quest for profit and bloodshed."
"Eigh mahn ofta me oon bleck hort! Cahrry an, Gnoome ... ye gat me blowd sturrin’!"
"Of course, all good things come to an end. Fed up with Uriah’s antics, the village hired a hero to protect them and enforce the law - the legendary Clint Hackman (so named for his habit of chopping his foes to little bits). With the townsfolk peering from their windows the outlaw and the famous lawman stared each other down in the center of the dusty, deserted street. Cold as ice, Uriah said: ‘I’ve killed women and children. I’ve killed everything that walks or crawls on this earth. And now I’m here to kill you.’ Alas, Uriah met his end on that street. With his first blow he broke his hammer on Hackman’s shield, and that was it. Weaponless, he wasn’t much of a match for the mighty Clint. If my uncle had only been named Two-Hammer because he carried two weapons he still might be alive today. But Uriah got his nickname for the mighty hammer he carried in his belt and the even mightier ... uh, ‘hammer’ he had *beneath* his belt, if you get my drift. A fine instrument to have, but not much good in a fight."
"HAR! HAR! HAR!" Grim lauged "Taz eigh goowd thang ye knoo yer awdyance, Gnoome ... me axe steighs in me behlt."
I joined Grim's laughter, funny story that was.

"Eigh!" Grim said, interrupting his laughter, "Methanks weer foellawed"
"Followed?" Hans said "My dear Uriah...I mean Grim... I don't see nor hear anyone."
"Me neither" I added
"Wal, me teeveng enstencts tal me tha' weer baign foellawed"
"Nevermind that" Hans said, "look there!"
I and Grim turned. We saw a large blue lake shining in the light of the settling sun. Next to it stood a small village, enshadowed by a large, fortified, marble keep.
"Clearwater" I said. "My family reunion is going to happen"
"Twoz abou' toime!" Grim yawned "Noow Ai cahn hav' s'me rast"

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Galev
Galev


Famous Hero
Galiv :D
posted July 27, 2008 07:52 AM

Karl did not regret his decision of following the weird group of -as it turned out- Hans, Grim and Boris. But even if it was interesting, even suspicious it was tiresome as well. Spent his whole life sitting in chairs, reading: Karl wasn't really pleased after the 8th hour of walking. But the dwarf -whose accent was as funny as annoying to Karl- awoke him with his sudden idea of being 'foe-lawed'. The wizard kept his distance from them, but didn't bother himself to hide eventually. But now, somehow it made his heart to beat madly, as if it wanted to go for a trip in the near town on its own. But Boris didn't seem to take care about being folowed or not. And wizards aren't very content when they are ignored like this. The hurt... what hurt? :a deep bleeding wound on his ego couldn't let this go 'unpunished'.
He acted rather rashly: conjuring a -low quality- illusion of the near town vanishing in a dense, concrete fog. Why that? Probably because being hotheaded and inflammable, wanting to scare this half-elf, deprive him of the hope of a 'family reunion' at least for a moment; and not in the last place: attitudinizing.
If they finally notice him they will see a very tipical 'wizard expression' on his face: a sickening mix of complacency, satisfiction, curiosity, negligence and sternness.
The poor illusion of the fog vanishes in a matter of 10 seconds.
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Oscarius
Oscarius


Famous Hero
*sleepy*
posted July 27, 2008 04:11 PM
Edited by Oscarius at 16:12, 27 Jul 2008.

"Nothing" I said "I can hold the right one, but I think you must finish him"
"I'll understand" said Robert and attacked the left thug. Both of them had seen Robert as the only threat as I was injured, but that short distance even I could sprint with my injured leg.
As the second thug tried to stab Robert I caught his right wrist and got him down on the grond.
I landed on top of him and kept his swordarm down, with my and with my uninjured legs knee I nailed his other arm down. I reached for his throut with my other hand and could feel my claws piercing his skin, he screamed but coulden't come loose.
During that time, Robert managed to get truogh the mans guard and stabbed him in the chest, the man fell down, he was dead before he hit the ground.
Robert came over to me "Move that hand" he said. As I did so he slit the mans throut.
"You're not exactly what you could think about you." he laughed "hat man was half dead already"
"You're like that too." I responded "I dont think a beggar shuld ne that well-armed, I think you got some explaining to do, Robert."    
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DagothGares
DagothGares


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
posted July 27, 2008 04:55 PM

"Well, I am just your average vagabond. I know how to defend myself while I'm travelling the land." I said with a semi-convincing smile. I then grabbed one of the bandts' cloaks and ripped of a piece of cloth. I took the bandits' curved blades (while also pocketing some of their money) and strapped them on my back. "That's how you get your weapons" I said. The lizard was very suspicious, but he didn't ask anything further. Jeremy was a bit shocked by the sight of the dead bodies.

It was very early in the morning. I looked at the lizard and the lute player and said: "I think we better continue our way. The sooner we get to Agliad, the sooner we can get help for your lizard friend." I decided to stay with these guys on my way to the city. That lizard would ensure that we'd be safe on the road and that bard could help the lizard, if he has too much pain.

I wondered whether the lizard drank the alcohol, before he killed that man...

Bah, something to think about later. "We best get our quipment and..."

OOC: this is your part, joonas.
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JoonasTo
JoonasTo


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
posted July 27, 2008 05:38 PM
Edited by JoonasTo at 17:52, 27 Jul 2008.

"I'm just an ordinary vagabond...", the one with the knife said. I could hear his heart still racing after the battle and the fewer rose in me again. Instinctively I licked my fangs. But why isn't his heartbeat slowing down all ready? The fights has been over long already? He did get that one bandit quite well though. I was impressed when I saw the lizard and two others top the bandits with only one dagger. Maybe these aren't just ordinary travelers. They might be worth investigating and if not I could always feast on the two.

I step out of the bushes shaking leaves off my red cape. I raise my head and look at the one called Robert.
"Excuse me! You wouldn't happen to be going to Agliad would you? I'm headed that way but I'm too scared to walk along the road all alone.", I take a little break and continue.
"Seeing as you handled yourself so well against those bandits I'd feel safe enough to walk along the road with you. It would cut my traveling time in third. Would you please take me with you?", I turn my head at the lizard and immeaditely rush at his side.
"You're hurt! Don't worry I'll be able to heal this.", then I shout at the third guy.
"You there! Get me some hiexel bark, silverwood leaves, shadowtop twigs, velvet heart roots, some willow bark and water.", I start to make a fire and notice that he is just standing still.
"Well go already!", that got him moving.
"Could you get me some more firewood? And I'm going to need that dagger you have. Would you lend it to me?" I ask the one called Robert and even flash him a careful smile.
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
posted July 27, 2008 06:31 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 18:31, 27 Jul 2008.

Jeremy ran about in the woods near the camp looking for what the mysterious caped lady told him to look for and thought that this was all just crazy and felt that this was the big turning point in his life when (almost) everything was going to change and he shure was darn right. He thought: "Thats nice, really nice. First I am visited by THE necromancer lord, then I get involved with an escaped slave and that Robert person who obviously is of the shifty and devious kind indeed if that necromancer was telling me the truth... That Robert obviously isn't a beggar for shure... That necromancer really talks to me like I had singed some deal... That really doesn't seem good for me... And now this lady appeared out of nowhere and starts to boss people around. From what I gathered from her clothing she is obviously a noble or a monk, so it doesn't make much sense that she is so much willing to help a lizard-man... Doesn't seem to be from around these parts since she is saying "Agliad" instead of the correct "Agliath"...

So Jeremy's thought wandered along those lines. When Jeremy deemed that he had gathered enough of everything of that he remembered to take, he returned to the camp and said: "Okay this is all that I remembered of the list. So can someone now tell me what is going on?" Then something knocked Jeremy breathless and made him think for a moment that the change wasn't all that bad after all...
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JoonasTo
JoonasTo


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
posted July 28, 2008 08:36 AM
Edited by JoonasTo at 08:42, 28 Jul 2008.

"Sure. Here you are.", Robert hands me his dagger handle first and goes to gather some more firewood as I start heating the dagger in the fire. When I deem that the dagger is hot enough I turn to Robert.
"I'm going to need you hold him down for me, Robert. Sit on him if you have to but keep him still."
"Don't worry I'll hold him down.", he answers with a brass smile. I smile at him in return.
"Thank you.", then I kneel down next to the lizard.
"I'm going to burn your smaller cuts close so they don't inflame.", I take of my hood, look it directly at its eyes and continue.
"This is going to hurt. A lot. So you better clench your teeth."

Terrible screams of pain echo through the forest.

I get up and shake of dust from my cape.
"That's all. That one is too deep to be burnt close. It would leave the leg permanently injured. I'll need the herbs for it.", I turn to Robert who is still sitting on the lizard.
"Thank you for holding him still. You can get up now.", Robert gets up and stretches his obviously exhausted muscles.
"So what do you do for living Robert?", I take on an apologetic face and continue.
"It is Robert, isn't it? I heard the lizard call you Robert and I assumed..."
"Yes, it's Robert and as to what I do for living...", just then the one I sent to gather the herbs finally returns.
"Ah, good you're finally here. Give me the herbs and...", I see that he forgot to bring the water.
"You forgot the water you orcwit! How am I supposed to brew him a potion from willow bark if I have no water?", the mans just standing there like someone just hit him in the head.
"Well what are you waiting for? This one might lose his leg if I'm too late! Now go get me some water!", the guy scrambles off, nearly tripping to a root. Gods! How simple can one be! Maybe joining with these wasn't such a good idea afterall.

Well, what is done is done. I take a wine bottle out of the bag, which I took from the two priest.
"Would you bring the velvet heart roots here, Robert?", he brings me the roots. I cut the tip off from them and get down on my knees beside the lizard and hand Robert the wine bottle.
"Thank you. Now could you take this wine bottle and carefully pour some wine over the wound while I squeeze the paste from these roots to cover the wound?", I start appliying the paste at the wound not giving him much time to think about it. After it's done I carefully wrap the silverwood leaves around the wound then I put the hiexel bark on them.
"Could you twist those shadowtoop twigs so they break down to fibers, Robert?"
"Sure.", he takes the twigs and twists them till they resolve to long fibers then he hands them to me.
"Here you are."
"Thank you.", I take the sheaf of long fibers and start plaiting a twine from the.

Finally the idiot returns with the water.
"Good. Put the water over the fire and when it boils add the willow bark in thin slices, understood?", he nods. I test the strenght of the twine I have done. It is strong enough to endure two trolls pulling it apart. I use the twine to bind the silverwood leaves and hiexel bark around the lizard's leg.
"There that should suffice. The velvet root paste mixed with wine will stop the bleeding and seal the wound, the silverwood leaves will keep it clean and hiexel bark will protect it from future harm.", I get up and once again shake off the dust from my cape still talking to the lizard.
"You can use the leg but it will heal about three times faster if you don't.", then I turn to the one who is brewing the willow bark.
"Is it ready yet?", he just shakes his shoulders.
"I just added the bark but I don't really know much about herbs..."
"Just keep wathcing that it doesn't boil over. It will be good in half an hour.", I take a look at each of them and smile.
"I believe we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Shariya Nightglow from Lathanders order of Morning Monks."
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Lexxan
Lexxan


Honorable
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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 28, 2008 08:57 AM

"Boris, did you notice that fog?" Hans said

"Yeah,..."I Whispered, "but it seems that it disappeared... C'mon let's find Lord Lakely."
We entered the village, and were we passes the hovels and schacks, the peasants looked at use. "They probably never saw a Dwarf, and Gnome and a Half-Elf together, if at all." I though.
We arrived at the Keep. "Who goes there?" one of the two guards asked us.
"Grimsten Halberd, Hans Hansen and Boris..." I decided not to reveal my name yet "...from Flowa-Sniffla. We come from Athkathla and wish to speak to the Lord for...eh... business."
"The Lord? Tha'll be impossible, Half-Elf" the guard replied "The Lord died some years ago, and none of his son are..." he hesitated "...present. But Lady Lakely still lives, so you can talk to here, if she wishes to receive you, she's probably taking he milk bath now... Just a minute"
The guard left and close the gate. His colleague remained with us and said "A security matter. Nothing to worry about."

"Milk Baths?" Hans said. "Aaah, that reminds me of the case of Uncle Gootchins, who died because of the habit fo taking is daily yoghurt baths"
"How? What's wrong with yoghurt baths" I asked him
"Oh nothing, I suppose, unless you want to sneak past a bunch of Ogres when a dozen of cats runs behind you, meowing, because they smelled the yoghurt. Luckily the smell of the yoghurt was so strong that it prevented them from eating him. The Ogres I mean, not the cats..."
I rolleyed, and turned towards the gate; the guard had returned.
"Lady Lakely would like to see you, follow me, gentlemen..."

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Coincidence? I think not!!!!

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Galev
Galev


Famous Hero
Galiv :D
posted July 28, 2008 10:28 AM
Edited by Galev at 10:33, 28 Jul 2008.

~Hmmmph... This makes things even more... complex~ Karl thought. Obviously the half-elf was either very stupid or really confindent: taking no care about a dense fog devouring a whole town even if only for seconds. Karl leant against an oak and started to ponder. ~Why, first of all, are they so badly determined towards this insignificant town? So much that they don't stop when an obviously unnatural fog appears, not even look around... conceited lot!... And what is so interesting in this place?!~ "Htcha!" He murmured and shook his head as if it was the most impudent act in the world to enter Clearwater. ~What are they up to? 'Family-reunion' eh? ...~ He wondered for some more time but then he noticed the evening was nearing so he decided to seek a warm bed and a substantial dinner. He marched to the gate.
"Who are you and why do you want to enter?" asked the guard. Karl said some odd words, nearly humming and clapped his hands, then showed his right palm to the guard. An eerie glimmer lit the guard's face.
"None of your business." The guard didn't seem to be warded against magic because his expression became deranged and sleepy and mumbled incoherently about the weather. Karl, very satisfied, had flashed a wide smile on him and had already made his first steps into the city when he suddenly changed his mind. He turned back to the still puzzeled guard and bent close to him.
"What did Boris seek?" he asked, though he didn't have much hope to recieve a useful answer. After a long pause and several lazy blinks:
"Dee laddie ...ehh... bathing in ... mink. Yum..." He blinked once more and his eyes looked alarmingly clear so Karl hurried away before the spell could wear off totally. He turned left the next corner and sat down outside what seemed one of the biggest taverns. Now he had enough stuff to think about while having the dinner.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
posted July 28, 2008 04:00 PM
Edited by DagothGares at 16:14, 28 Jul 2008.


IC: It was already quite early in the morning. The sun wasn't up, yet. I suppose the northern climate was that way. I always found it strange that the weather in elven lands was so different from the human one. Could it be that the High King or the druid's magics had such a great extent? I somehow liked these nights, more, though. they represented the solace and closeness of these lands better.

Around the first hour of the day ((OOC:that's six AM, if you're counting in Roman ways)) I noticed I barely slept at all. What the hell was so worrying? Was it the lizard? No, I doubt that he has anything bad in his blood. Was it our newest companion? Maybe, she seemed a bit bossy and somehow... "Too pretty" to be a monk. I decided that my biggest worry were those bandits... They almost caught us off guard and there might be more of them. They also carried these curved swords... Not something the average highway robber would carry around.

Anyways, I gt up and woke the rest of the party. When they got up slowly I said we need to keep moving. I pulled out one of the cloaks and concealed Shalan in one of them. The other one served more as a hood for his long snout. I asked for Jeremy and the girl to conceal themselves. "Trust me, we don't want to be noticed too much and, Shariya, your... Face might draw too much undesired attention.

Before we continued our way, I passed out some of the rations I was carrying. (In the small hope noone noticed the elven origin of the bread) I asked Jeremy to add some of his. "Tonight, I am going to need your help, Shalan. At least, if you can still smell after that period of time you spent in those mines." I said with a wry smile, after noticing that I my food rations were getting low. After getting up, I promised the lizard that he doesn't need to be cloaked and hooded once we enter the city.

"Now, it seems we're ready to go... Anyone have a cane for our dear Shalan?"
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AlkarRahn
AlkarRahn


Promising
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Divine Arcanist
posted July 28, 2008 05:47 PM bonus applied by Mytical on 09 Nov 2008.

Camping out was quite fun. Especially after the ground was nice and cool from the earlier rain. Sleeping as and where I do, the painful screaming was within earshot, awakening me. I rolled over, and went right back to sleep.

The morning came around as it usually did at the time it usually did, and I rose just the same. I took time to prepare for the day ahead, and make sure the snake was where I had put her. After the hunt for the morning meal, we were off. I start singing to a tune that pops in my head. I do what I can to make it flow as well as it can, but I don’t make any effort to make it sound good.

“Screams in the night!
Say that there might!
Be-“I notice a squirrel wandering around, gathering some nuts. “-a need for flight!
For my snaaaaake friend!”

I take the new snake in hand, near the head, and throw it at the squirrel. The squirrel runs away as quick as it can, from its flying fanged foe. However, even if it didn’t hurry away, it would have been safe. While in air, the snake twisted and coiled, trying its best to change its destination.

“Oh! Right! The lady isn’t ready yet…” Not giving the snake the slightest chance, I cast a spell on her. She barely moves a few feet, then stops cold. I walk over and pick her up once more. “Given time, I’m sure you’ll see things my way, and we can truly be friends.”

I start walking again, carrying the paralyzed snake as I go along. The smell of a campfire, or at least its remnants, reaches my nose.

“I wonder if someone fell in that fire.” I laugh as I continue on. I don’t really care if I meet up with the possibly burned camper, or not. I just go walking along, seeing where I might end up.
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
posted July 28, 2008 06:57 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 12:37, 30 Jul 2008.

Jeremy couldn't help noticing that Robert didn't sleep much during the night either and made Jeremy wonder that what was going trhough Robert's mind. Jeremy's mind was full of the necromancer lord Keltrhaias and the very pretty Shariya.

The four were walking down the path to Agliath and Shalan seemed kind of pouty under those robes with his cane. Jeremy didn't like too much about being "concealed" either.

Robert had taught Shalan some basics of sword fighting and had given him one of those curved swords.

There as they were walking and could already see Agliath's gates Jeremy thought: "After all of this, there is no way that I am able to return to my old life after we part ways in Agliath..." then a very old, ragged and starved looking beggar taking support from his old looking cane and wearing just a loin-cloth came and asked: "Could you spare some food to an old starving beggar?" Jeremy reacted instantly to this chance for charity since the beggar didn't ask money wich propably would be used to buy some of that strong and colourless ale they bring from the south. Jeremy gave some of his bread to the beggar before the others could protest and the old beggar said: "Oh thank you good sir! This is some fine and NOT mouldy bread! I'll be able to trade this for a nice share of that colourless ale from one of my friends!" Rage grew in the normally not angry Jeremy as he heard the beggars words, but then the beggar took something from the behind of his loin-cloth and gave it to Jeremy and said: "This is an ancient map that my father told to have been passed from generation to generation in my family and since I do not have any children I thought that I would give it to the first person who gives me bread that is not mouldy. Thank you once again stranger!"

Jeremy was amazed and not angry at the beggar anymore. He opened the map and saw that it was an old and dirty map of the "un-explored" north with the great mountain where the Armaments of God were told to be hidden. Jeremy's head started getting ideas of adventuring and then Robert said: "Let me see!" and grabbed the map from Jeremy's hands.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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No gods or kings
posted July 29, 2008 02:56 PM

Something was awfully familiar about that map. I had to see it. The map was written in an odd language. It definitely wasn't elvish nor was it an orcish. The speech somehow looked like the coded language that is used by bandits. But not like this...It probably was written by nordic humans or ancients.

I succeeded in figuring out north and south and saw some other markings that I recognised. I saw the symbol of the city of Agliad (or Agliath as it's pronounced in elvish) it was somewhere in the southwest corner of the map. There was a lot text scrawled in between symbols. This map was really weird, since there were no villages or colonies marked on them. They were more focused on landmarks... The last symbol I recognised was somewhere on the east side of the map...

It showed the symbol of the oldest and most remote city, Denthril.

What could be so important that wouldbe stashed in the high north? I kept my suspicions to myself. I turned to my fellow travellers and said: "Would the bard please be so kind to help me with this translation?"

Once Jeremy came close, I whispered to him: "I think this map leads to something very interesting. If you promise to let me in on this quest, I'll help translating the waypoints." Jeremy nodded in response. I then said with a gratified smile: "We have to go to Denthril through Agliad. Once we're there, we are here!" I pointed on the map. "Now, you can translate the rest, bard."
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