The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Warnotes_2009.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)
Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a bluish black leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Warnotes_2009' scribed in rich yellow ink.
Sender Ashea Date Sun Jan 11 01:44:10 2009 Subject Smasher
It has long been said that the forest of Wayreth only avails to those whom it seeks and the magi living within the confines of the High Tower of Sorcery take comfort in that fact. What has not been disclosed is the incidence of the occassional traveller wandering into the forest and having to be hauled out by magical guards. The magic is not impenetrable. For this reason alone, we regard the Wildrunners who guard the nearby forest of Zahn as a blessing. Rogues are far more likely to carry on their shady business in a forest plain to see rather than one that is not. The few adventurers who dared venture into the wilds are often easily subdued and banished from the open lands by the rangers. We magi simply look on and observe, resting in the knowledge that a second line of protection holds firm. This day, however, the rangers let one through their grasp. Although a minotaur warrior was dismissed by the Wildrunner patrol guards just a few days ago, he continued to illegally linger by the city of Solace, far too close for our comfort. I took it upon myself to shower the minotaur and his accompanying slave with some unsavoury incantations and in their sleep, transported them far beyond the visible borders. Ashea of House Lorindien OOC: 24 hours to Smasher from the Conclave.
Sender Kael Date Sun Jan 18 20:06:23 2009 Subject Mephiston the Minotaur
The drama of the Knife of Dracart hunt has since died down, but I found myself stuck in the perils of the city of Sanction. It was a long journey to where I currently am, but it is an equally tedious one back home to Palanthas. It was thus expected that I would meet with some opposition on the way as I previously had before. The orthodox way out of Sanction was far too treacherous, with the gates swarming with the likes of the Dragonarmy. I chose a mountainous pass instead, where few tread. Even then, I met with a burly minotaur along the way, apparently one who was not yet properly skilled in swordplay. Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself, I endeavoured to make the encounter swift and left the subsequently-unconscious minotaur on a nearby bank while I continued on my way. There will be many more of such encounters to come. Kael Encuintras Sergeant of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Mephiston from the Knighthood.
Sender Uggluk Date Wed Jan 21 19:16:43 2009 Subject Lyndol the.....Nobody?
As I scouting the area around the Palanthas docks today, a strange little human leaped down from one of the lower piers and made an attempt on my life. From above I must have look far smaller than I am because upon landing, the little man seemed to be paralyzed with fear, not landing a single attack. He was quickly dispatched, and was promptly stuffed into a nearby sack, some interrogation was in order. Do my great displeasure at somepoint during out ship ride back to Neraka the little fool escaped, and I was unable to incarerate him. Next time he will not be so lucky. OOC: 24 hrs from DA, sorry for the confusion earlier Lyndol. Nothing was looted, just didn't have enough backing to get him to jail.
Sender Odessa Date Wed Jan 28 03:57:06 2009 Subject Mephiston
I noticed out of the corner of my eye a huge figure clad in dark.I observed further noting: horns, insignias, and a large sword which his hand clutched tightly. A minotaur. He was shouting into the shadows of the alley way that seperated the two of us, was it shouting at me? I stepped back into the darkness that were available. The minotaurs voice became enraged. Then a robed figure appeared from the shadowy ally infront of Odessa, the minotaur lifted his sword high and swung wildly at the figure. Concerned and a bit frightened, odessa stepped from hiding, raised her hands to the air, and and began to chant. The man was begining to loose just as a bolt of crackling lightning struck his assailant down. Odessa walked forward cautiously watching the man. He jumped at the sound of her feet on the pavement and flashed a look back at the mage. Odessa recoiled instinctivly, the man looked more like something from her nightmares. Its face covered in plague boils and pockmarks. She turned, and ran. OdeSsa (24 hours from the conclave to Mephiston. Took his haste boots and gold.)
Sender Maraxus Date Fri Jan 30 17:37:43 2009 Subject PK Quest
The afternoon had been bleak and dry as the sun reached its zenith in the sky, a knight strolled casually through the beaten paths that surrounded the outskirts of palanthas. His blade lightly tapping at his side with each step he took, not noticing the sound in the least as he was lost deep in thought. The wind was brisk as usual causing the leaves on the bushes and trees alike to rustle lightly. Having returned recently from an exodus to the south the elder knight was pleased with the serenity of the forest in mid-day. Though the peace that seemed to surround the area was pleasant there seemed to be a grim overshadowing lulling itself into the forest, the birds had ceased to sing and the trees seemed to stand still as the air became heavier. Stopping the knight glanced around, scanning the area as he felt a presence that may be causing this disturbance. Further down the path he could see a massive figure covered in shadows slowly making its way in his direction, a strange aura seemed to emanate from the being as it moved. Lightly grasping the handle of his blade the knight awaited the figure's approach, staring directly at it in anticipation of its intentions. The figure looked as though it was raising a hand a quiet whisper could be heard through the silence and the figured vanished, replaced with a slow moving rotten corpse. The stench from the creature was horrid, gagging on the scent of rotten flesh the knight quickly covered his face and pulled his blade from its sheath. The simple tricks of this magician were not going to deter the knight from taking down this beast, he had encountered these spells before and though at the very least horrifically unpleasant were able to be battled through. Charging towards the corpse he raised his blade and brought it down sharply on the shoulder of the creature, a mighty roar erupted from the creature. The corpse had disappeared and was replaced by a giant wrapped in black robes, its foul breath tainting the air as it roared. It's spell broken by the attack, it had not had enough time to finish the incantation for its next spell. Apparently the beast had intended its deterrent to be more effective, reaching into a pouch the monster threw a handful of pungent dust into the knights face. Taken aback at the quick reaction from this huge spellcaster the knight coughed and retreated from the cloud of dust, quickly brushed his face off and swung once more for the the beasts leg. Landing a heavy blow just above the knee, the knight had brought the monster to one knee, raising a fist he swung a strong hand across the the beasts jaw. The monster fell to his hands attempting to hold himself up, the knight raised a knee directly to its face, knocking it unconcious. Knowing that such a formiddable minion of evil could easily have preyed upon the villagers that surround the area the knight knew that his responsibility was to the protect the people of Palanthas, he dragged the huge limp body close to the gate and notified the guards that the creature need be taken care of before it hurt someone. OOC:Had a little battle with Sakwar and came out the victor, 24 hours to him from the Solamnics. Lord Maraxus Ter'Silis Lord Grand Master of the Solamnic Knighthood
Sender Odessa Date Fri Jan 30 18:32:15 2009 Subject Kallites
It is 21:30, Day of Dead Eye, 2nd the Month of Autumn Dark. Odessa turned a corner frantically. Human cities were a maze to her. She could hear the footsteps quicken in persuit. It was early now and lower solace was desolate. Beneath the treetops a thick layer of fog had was on the ground and as Odessa stepped out from the ally she shivered and looked back. Her hands were quick and the ornate elven longbow she had become proficient with in her youth was ready in her hands. She notched two arrows and began to focus her 'talent' once again as the disease wrought figure became visible. She rushed as she spoke the words of the incantation and the robed man moved quickly to close the distance and stop her. Dagger in hand, the man lunged and Odessa stepped aside deftly to avoid the jagged shiv. her concentration slipped with the movement, his momentum sent him hurtling past her into the fog. She regained it as she spun around. The final words rolled off her tongue and her fingers began to tingle hotly. The arrows were conductors, and she channeled the spell through them. The tips burst into flame. She let pulled back on her bow once more then let go. They shot forth through the fog like tracers and the figure screamed as the magic bolts struc struck flesh. The outline of his body through the fog flashed brightly as the fire engulfed it. Even though it seemed to have fled, she drew her dagger and waited until the screams were no longer audible. Teeth clenched she peered around warily, then hurried through the city intent on rest. It had been only two days since Odessa had departed for this place on a mission from her master and she was already learning that the world outside of silvanost was a dangerous place, even for the talented.. OdesSa
Sender Bishope Date Sat Jan 31 02:29:00 2009 Subject Lars
A large sum of money was offered up by the band of mercenaries called 'Scar' for the capture of the deserter Lars, a minotaur whom i have met on various occasions. I took the bounty and completed the task: not to help 'scar' or for even the money. I know little about the minotaur, and want nothing to do with the worthless mercenary band who hires others to do their work for them. A seperate piece of information revealed that the former mercenary lars had taken a powerful and valuable weapon to the dragonarmies. This was true. I infiltrated a dragonarmy outpost outside neraka and captured the enormous creature in the nig night, claimed my prize, and made preperations to bring him back to solace via ferry. I was unconcerned when the creature broke free of his shackles the next day, and slipped away. I had what i wanted. Bishope (24 hours from teh unaffiliated mercenary Bishope to lars. Took nothing, nothing important really. Crap warnote, sorry in a rush.)
Sender Kallites Date Fri Feb 6 08:51:13 2009 Subject PK quest, Deviant and Veneno
I was walking among the vallenwoods of solace in the middle of the knight, looking for certain molds that grew only at the roots of the trees I spotted an elf. Thinking to myself it would be a good time to prove to Morgion that he had chosen well when deciding to grant me powers I followed the elf, waiting until he was well away from the lights and guards and made my move. With a prayer before meeting with this elf I quickly swung my mace at him, hoping for a nice strike to the back, which missed the first time. The elf turned raised his swords and slashed viciously at me, realizing there was no way for me to win toe to toe with this elf I quickly moved among the shadows where I was granted time to utter a prayer to Morgion, first taking away the elf's sight, then plaguing him with boils. While he writhed in pain from the eruptions on his skin I crept up behind him, smacking him squarely in the back of the head with my mace, rendering him unconcious. With that done I bound the elves hands but left the feet untied, he would need to walk when he had woken up. After a few hours of sleep the elf finally came to and I quickly explained to him he would come with me, stay quiet, and peaceful or die. He wisely chose the former and went with me to a quiet place near palanthas where he was put into a cave. Bound by the hands and feet and gagged to make no more noise, I then set into palanthas. The shops were bound to have this item that I so urgently needed. While making my way past the docks I was confronted by a loudmouth, yet very naked, mariner. He began to yell, obviously drunk, and draw the attention of the guards with a swift movement of my mace he lay unconcious, I dragged him into the shadows and decided to call it a night, this was not a complete failure though. The elf that was in the cave would soon serves Kallites' whether he knew it or not.
Sender Makarth Date Mon Feb 9 09:36:07 2009 Subject luerk
luerky got hurt, 24 to luerk.
Sender Mephiston Date Wed Feb 11 02:31:36 2009 Subject Training.
While in the Red Quarter, Tachande and Mephiston were training. Sparring with sword and axe. Stroke and counter stroke each intensely focused on the mock battle. Tachande using his superior skill was slowly winding Mephiston in a circle, each step one close to defeat. Mephiston snarled his minotaur face, sweat beaded down his brow. He growled and using his strength and size hacked away in a berserking frenzy upon Tachande. Tachande taken offguard by the full force being used in training fell beneath the minotaurs great blows. Mephiston's huge axe finished the exercise with a catastrophic blow to his opponents head. With his sparring partner down, Mephiston snapped out of his rage and stood there stunned, "Bah, I'm sure the healers costs will come out of my pay!" -24 hrs to Tachande, DA.
Sender Ashever Date Wed Feb 11 04:42:17 2009 Subject PK QUEST: Tachande & Mephiston
It is 4:30, Day of Gateway, 34th the Month of Spring Dawning. It was a twelve day journey to Kurmost via ferry from Palanthas. Ash detested the voyage and seemed to be making the trip more and more frequently with his charge as a spy into the affairs of the human world. He missed the forest dearly during these trips. Palanthas was dull and stuffy, like its heirarchy and nothing like HIS homeland. The crystaline city of Kurmost was just as unwelcoming to him: a sea of blue buildings and walls rising above canopy like a scab. He snorted as he stepped shakily off the boat and pushed past the small crowd assembled on the dock, intent on giving the Lord his report from Palanthas and getting back home. The heavy gates to the Lords mannor swung open for him and he was greeted by a young silvanesti servant who led him through the mannor and motioned for him up the an ornate stair to the lords office. He nodded in compliance to the servant, produced the paperwork and ascended the stair. As pushed forward into the room he heard the scraping of armor, and a muffled shout. He recoiled at the sound. The door splintered just Ash slammed it, an enormous barbed broadsword protruding from it now. He heard the servant who had ushered him in scream and run off. Ash pulled a long steel blade from his belt, deftly edged his slender body through the remininants of the door and turned toward the sword's owner. A human male garbed in the white robes of an advisor, or servant. This was clearly neither. Ash's body tensed as he rose up with his full force behind a clenched fist. The man was taken completely off guard and caught the blow in his jaw. The force sent the assassin flying across the floor, paintings fell as his bodyweight crashed into the wall. Ash pulled the sword out of the door, the splinters crackled. He heard another door slam and turned toward it. The lord lay there cursing on the ground near his desk, a bloodied letter opener in his hand. There was another assailant. Ashever rushed to his side as the lord picked himself up, "They're escaping! find them!". Ash (24 hours to both Tachande and Mephiston. Found them in Kurmost. Beat them savagely for the mistake. Took their globes. Then did it again after they voided protection...So, Warnote to be continued with the story behind those two kills.)
Sender Kaine Date Thu Feb 26 01:51:20 2009 Subject (PK Quest?) Kurin CrandCairn.
Being that I am rather new to the Solamnic lands, I find myself missing the rough streets of Sanction sometimes... This place is for lack of a better word... boring. When a rather surly dwarf openly wagered one of his valuable items for one of mine in a friendly contest of martial skill and strength, I took him up on it immedietly. We travelled to an open field and put our abilities to the test. The dwarf's attacks were vicious and well timed, but his routine soon became clear to me, deflecting one of his mighty blows and throwing him off balance, I countered by smashing into him with a shield rush. Even that barely slowed my opponent, he shook his head fiercly, his lips flapping back and forth and continued his onslaught. He was throwing many blows and as I deflected many of them he started to tire, finally I bashed him atop his head with the flat of my axe, the blow mixed with his weariness marked an end to that battle. He is an honorable opponent and Kurin CrandCairn deserves the respect of the Solamnic Knights. (24 hour protection to Kurin from Solamnic/HO) *Globe looted, as per the agreement*
Sender Luerk Date Fri Feb 27 03:45:22 2009 Subject "I Hate Roaches"
Highlord Luerk Trell squatted next to his victim, an unconscious cleric clad in ragged robes. With an unnervingly pleasant smile, Luerk quietly jabbed the fallen foe with a pointed stick. Sadly, he failed to produce even so much as a groan, but Luerk only smiled wider and poked harder. When finally the cleric feebly waved off the stick, Luerk paused for a moment. "You're lying in horse droppings." The cleric stopped in mid-swipe, and then groaned loudly. Happy to have roused a response, Luerk beamed and stuck the stick into the man. The stick stuck with a sickening "schlick". Straightening, Luerk lightly brushed off his own robes. But before turning to leave, he reached out to flick the stick stuck in the skunked man. The stick vibrated, humming with a lightly "fadadadada". (OOC) 24 hours to Makarth from myself and DA. Only by the virtue of perfect timing. :)
Sender Luerk Date Sun Mar 1 03:20:30 2009 Subject Fear the flaming monkey fist.
Luerk crept down the stinking Blode alley, the patter of his footsteps echoing off the dull village buildings. Coming to an intersection, Luerk stopped to spy the open plaza before him. The square's fountain gurgled and a few stray cats meows in the distances. Luerk could hear the muted mumbling of a nightwatchmen slowly fade away. Crouching low and pulling his cloak around him, Luerk peered around a building to make sure he was not seen. He saw nothing with his elven vision. But he barely had time to react as the hair on his neck bristled. If some unseen spectator has been there to witness it, they would have just noticed the outline of man jump through the air. The deranged monk Derkylos's fists slammed into the cobble stones were Luerk was last standing. With unnatural force, the stones were shattered! Leaving only dust and fragments of stone. Luerk, having just narrowing slide away, twisted to crouch and smiled pleasantly at the assilant. Derkylos's grined manically, his eyes glinted with madness. Uttering an incantation, Luerk began to glow with an sickly blue aura, "Knom enim eb lliw nwot siht." Derkylos howled with delight and again launched himself into the air... ... Luerk smiled his unnervingly pleasant smile, Derkylos' topnot still gripped tightly in his hand. The monk lay on the ground, heaving heavy black air from his lungs. "And here I thought I wouldn't have any fun tonight." Chanting in the arcane, Luerk reached out a glowing finger and touched the monk. The monk shuttered in and out of reality before finally blinking out completely. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Derkylos from DA and Conclave. Great fun! Please have him jailed to DA jail.
Sender Merek Date Sun Mar 1 04:11:41 2009 Subject Eithos, soon to be Apprentice of Shadow.
I had been tracking the slippery eel for quite some time, he had to have known, he is magi... They are rarely ever caught by surprise... Many times the trail left not even another foot print for me to follow. His movements were erratic. It occured to me there was something of a pattern to them however. I decided to quit the hunt and move ahead of the trail. Perhaps maybe he would be expecting it, perhaps not... But I smelled his fear, tasted it even.. Few mages ever wanted to be confronted by those of my tribe... We are Berserkers. Pure Berserkers to be exact. Pain means nothing once the rage takes over... There is only desolation. Having the mental image of this man imprinted in my mind by my Master Kallites, he would be known to me at first sight. Everytime I brought that picture to mind the words eliminate rang through out my being. I sighted him near a tower I had never seen before. Once he walked in I decided that would be the place I would strike. My plan had worked, I jumped ahead of his movements and there was the prize. Freedom for a few minutes inside the rage, where no control could hold me... The edict was to send a message, I would have to be careful. To cut the berserk off or bring about his death... I could not afford to kill him, Master Kallites would surely punish me with more isolation... No... A simple message... I charged him as soon as he came into sight, he had bodyguards with him. They were nothing. Ants in the path of a mammoth. The berserk rushed through me, like a fire consuming, steam rolled off as sweat simply disappeared within it. The illusion of my size was unsettling, an 8 foot mass of muscle and glowing blue eyes... A feral growl registered in my throat, but I didnt even notice. I was stuck behind a wall of ice as fire consumed my physical form... One of the guards wet himself instantly. The mage was the target I kept screaming... But it never left my throat. I pounced on him and began bashing away... I came to consciousness later with prone, still forms laying all around me... Including the mage... I was standing over what I dearly hoped was not his corpse... I checked for a life pulse and left the rolled parchment in his backpack. The note read simply as follows: Join us, you have no alternative... Kallites. (24 hours to Eithos from Shadow)
Sender Oirran Date Sun Mar 1 20:24:41 2009 Subject wrong place, wrong time
The whispering voice in my ear was angry, trying to draw my attention away from my studies. I've heard this voice for years, and have always been able to ignore it's desires until now. It was calling me, demanding that I follow it's command, causing a pain in my head that was building to the point of agony! My studies would have to wait as I donned my helmet, and began running towards whatever call I had been summoned to. The voice was soothing now, offering me a chance to prove my loyalty as I was walking into the Library of Palanthas. Without thinking, I was drawn to a quiet section, where I saw the object that I was being pulled towards. An elf, defiant to my god, the whispers telling me how they mocked his greatness. My eyes were locked on, not realising my hand had already drawn my sword. There would be no denying my bloodlust now as a scream erupted from my mouth as I charged the last few paces, bringing my sword down over my head. The elf was quicker than I thought as she only took a glancing blow from sword, total shock upon it's face. The roll, however, put the elf in line with my shield as I charged, smashing my shield against the elf, causing a satisfying line of blood to fly up in the air. This confrontation did not go unnoticed, as guards were being called, leaving me little time to do anything else, but run... The voice led me to safety, satisfied that I had proved I was worthy of hearing his voice, and I knew, that I would not be done, not anytime soon. (24 hours to Elsinora from me and my peeps)
Sender Garner Date Tue Mar 17 00:05:25 2009 Subject A little taste...
A cold shiver went down my spine, unnoticed by the crowd underneath my cloak as I stared, mouth agape. There before my eyes was the man who set me up. The one for whom I dutifully lead outside the safety of the city only to be bombarbed in a highwaymen scheme. Tugging on the edges of my hood, I walk at a quickened pace to catch up with him, thinking in my head over and over so many details of that day I was assaulted. Blood rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment and anger, forcing it out through my white-knuckled grip on the sword at my hip. A blood red entered the edge of my vision as I finally caught up with the simple man who seemed to be unarmed. In my rage I didn't realize how it may have seemed to him as I grabbed him. I threw him to the ground, and he spotted my other hand on my sword and started to run, but at this point his guilt was assumed and I would not lose him. I chased him through the crowds of people, drawing my sword as I ran, my body giving in to the adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt. All too quickly it ended, as I caught up to him, hitting him far harder than was necessary in the head, dropping him like a rock. There will be no more thievery where I am concerned, as I grabbed his bag, seeing the stolen loot and walking away, having paid his debt to me. 24 hours protection to Gildain from Garner and the Solamnic Knights
Sender Garner Date Wed Mar 18 23:04:01 2009 Subject Two tries around the bend.
The Gods are on our side, how can they not? I patrol a beautiful city, which buzzes with activity, the sounds of life carrying into the air. If this is not a sign that good exists and should prevail I dont know what will. The Gods dont serve us, we serve them, and the trials and tribulations they set for us allow us to reveal who we are, who we can be. As soon as the weight of my order...and armour, fall upon my shoulders it seems my life is moving faster than horse away from the undead. I will never admit this to my patron knight, but since that errand to help a "concerned citizen" turned into an ambush, I have been guarded and snappy. Palanthas, like all places has it's shady customers and I thought I would be able to handle it, and although I had my mistakes, today I would rectify the situation. Today was a very warm day, and this may have been the key to my victory, as I shall self-admit dwarves look mostly the same to me. With my eyes roaming the stalls as I walked, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Something was different, something was wrong, although I could not see what it was. Immediately I froze, my hands on sword, a dumbfounded look on my face as the dwarf who ambushed me was walking through without a care. I know I am not supposed to feel anger, hatred, but my sudden distrust in my fellow man stemmed from this little bastard of a midget. I wanted nothing more than to drive my sword between his shoulders.. That is not the Solamnic way, and so as much I as wanted to tear him apart, I would not disgrace my God with his test of my will. The moment the dwarf turned up the sidestreet, I broke from my dumbfounded stare and broke into a sprint, drawing my sword, a battle cry building in my throat. I had turned myself over to my rage, my hunt, and although I wouldn't betray my God, I would very much enjoy the fight that was a mere moment from starting. I rounded the corner, unleashing my scream at my enemy, who turned, and drew his daggers faster than I would have thought possible, and deflected my blow. For only the briefest of time did we exchange blows, for I had the upper hand, better at the face-to-face close combat than he was. He was smart, I read in his eyes the moment he knew he could not continue this way, and stepped up my attack. He threw me off guard by instead of backing away, he stepped forward, and through my defenses, and up another side street. I was blinded with rage at his cowardice, ignoring the irony of my own as I lowered my sword and chased after him. The instant I came around the corner, he lunged at me, my armour and my fall saving me from a dagger to the throat and heart. I swing my sword like an axe as I was rolling in desperation, catching the side of the dwarf, knocking him away from the killing blow. I scrambled to my feet faster, and dove to tackle him before he could attack again. I landed on top of him, his head making a sickening crack against the ground, his body falling limp. I rolled off of him, breathing heavily with my eyes closed, trying to ignore the burning of sweat in my eyes. It was a few minutes before I could even stand, looking down at the still unconscious dwarf. I noticed a backpack underneath the cloak, and hoped against hope as I dragged it from him. I felt like a thief myself as I begun to look in, but that feeling turned to elation when I found my mothers bracelet, that she gave me as I left home, still in his pack from our last encounter. The shame returned as I recalled the battle in my head, and my not so noble start to it, that almost crossed a life. I vowed that I would pray for forgiveness from Kiri the moment I returned. For now, I had the self-appointed task of returning these stolen goods. The city was that much more safer, although I felt in myself that maybe a different kind of monster lurked in the city. OOC: 24 hrs from Solamnic Knights to Kutaka, good fight, was close.
Sender Merek Date Sun Mar 22 09:22:02 2009 Subject Veneno.
It seemed this tower had a history to it, as it was once a strategical stronghold for men of honor, so was it a wonderful spot to take my anger out of a world that no longer cares for such things as honor. One such person happened to be passing through as this disease called rage overwhelmed me. Seeing the freedom this elf enjoyed inspired such longing, as to cause no small amount of jealousy... Without even thinking about it, I stalked the elf quietly, hard to believe a man could sneak up on an elf. He seemed to be preoccupied... In an instant I drew my blade as I charged. I saw it all, there was no trading of blows, the fight was one sided as I caught him completely off-guard and on his heels. He tried to run but I knew the tower well from my past... engagements there. He ran toward the main exit, but I cut him off before he could reach the gates to alarm any passerby that might notice. I moved with speed uncanny in most men, the heavy dull bladed sword I carried sliced once, then twice in a cross pattern. The wounds tore flesh instead of cleaving it, leaving him crumpled on the ground and shuddering as shock began to take over. I simply turned and walked away, feeling no better as my so-called revenge was satiated for the time being. (24 to Veneno from Shadow, I didnt take anything.)
Sender Luerk Date Wed Apr 1 02:19:30 2009 Subject "Just let the kiddies play Luerk!"
Highlord Luerk Trell came across a sleeping figured sprawled out on the grimy Nerakan streets. The man snored heavily, and smelt like week old fish. Stepping on the drunk to continue, Luerk noticed the man's uncommonly ugly mug. As chance would have it, a tattered wanted poster fluttered by. The same uncommonly grotesque face glared back at Luerk. Glancing back between the man and his picture several times, Luerk boggled at the whims of fate. Drawing back his right leg, Luerk issued a mighty (for an elven magi) kick to the man's groin. Then, grabbing the limp criminal by the scruff of his neck, proceed to drag him to prison. (OOC) I'm a spoilsport. I should have left Tourach slept and naked in Neraka. Sorry Ahmaria, he pulled a lame move. Killer removed, 24 hours protection from DA and Conclave. Please move Tourach to DA prison.
Sender Luerk Date Wed Apr 1 07:19:32 2009 Subject "The prescence of another"
Highlord Luerk Trell felt twinge of an alien mind, a foreign spirit hovering and droning like an aimless insect. At first, the prescence was smaller and unnoticable. But soon, becoming more daring the mind arrogantly strutted forward. Highlord Trell was initially surprised to discover an intruder. Very few knew the locations of Dragonarmy camps, and only highly skilled casters could penetrate the wards and protection placed on the city. The spirit was weak, though Luerk doubted it could manifest it's full strength yet. "No matter, " thought the Highlord with a smile, "gnats are easily squashed." Drawing on the power of the wards and sigils protection the keep, Luerk Trell gathered his concentration for a moment before unleashing his ire on the spector. The visitor, caught unaware, was knocked from the grid. Satisfied that the prescence was no longer there, Luerk slipped from the arcane network and back into reality. Candles only recently lit had melted low while various crystals gleamed faintly. "The only problem is, one gnat today brings twelve tomorrow." (OOC) Another hilarious PK. 24 hours to Lynx from Dragonarmy and ... Conclave.
Sender Miedo Date Thu Apr 2 01:57:31 2009 Subject Athin
It was a warm day. The sun had just reached its apex, and there were almost no shadows. This was the most preferable time of day to be guarding Prophetess Kiyohime, with less spots for hidden dangers. This was my time to relax, if only a little, for an hour while my nerves were frayed on the inside. My forced facade of inner peace allowing a bit of the real thing to seem into my soul. For being born a barbarian and raised in discipline, I found great irony in that my mind found its greatest peace during battle. The Gods must read minds, because around a cart, we ran face to face with a familiar foe. Instant recollection of the dwarf came to mind from a previous skirmish, in which the Prophetess was also in my company. Training took over, and the blood of the barbarians roared in my head, not unlike the sound of a waterfall. My inner peace arrived as I took the initiative and struck out with my fist. Stunned from the blow, the stumbled as I drove my leg into his stomach and drove him back. I placed one hand back on Kiyohime, and said in an excited voice "Follow me and stay right on my heels, be prepared." I took a step towards the dwarf, but his magic was too quick and he was gone before my fist could connect, and my only thoughts were to get the Prophetess back to safety. Grabbing Kiyohimes' hand and starting into a jog, we made our deeper into the square, before heading towards the first open sidestreet on the right. The second we stepped into the sidestreet, there was the dwarf again! No hesitation as the dwarf sliced into my arm raised in defense, cutting to the bone. My other arm shot out driving into his face, breaking his nose in a satisfying crunch. The Prophetess stepped up, swinging her mace, grazing the dwarf as he fell back, flight in his eyes. The chase had just begun. Racing after him, my hand no longer holding the Prophetess in order to keep up, I could see I was gaining on him. I dove forward and caught my hand on his boot, tripping him up. Before he could get up, I yanked his leg, bringing him closer to me where I drove my elbow into his broken face. Each shot drove shivers of pain down my arm, which bled on his face and the g round. One shot to the throat with my good arm, followed by slamming his head against the pavement and he was out cold, with no else around... Fear of failing my duty send cold shivers up my spine, as I immiedately got up and raced back the way I came, searching, hoping I was not too late. I almost ran by her, as she was on the ground off the side. Her face was troubled, body in pain as some unknown attacker had gotten to her. Spying her bloody mace, it was clear that she was not the only one wounded. Shaking her until she was conscious, throwing her arm around my shoulder, we ran back the way we came. A sense of relief washed over me as we made it back safely, Kiyohimes' wounds less serious than expected. (OOC: 24 hours to Athin from Holy Order)
Sender Luerk Date Tue Apr 7 07:59:05 2009 Subject (PK QUEST Maraxus)
Highlord Luerk Trell stood over his fallen foe, staggering slightly and struggling to breathe. Blood dripped freely from his fingers, oozing from wounds in his arms. Before the Highlord lay Lord Maraxus Ter'Silis, champion of the Solamnic Knights. The giant of a man shuddered and groaned, his ornate armor rent and badly charred. With a heaving sneer, Highlord Trell placed a foot firmly on the man's chest. "They were right, Solamnics do scream when set aflame." Grinning wickedly, the Highlord gripped his mace and uttered his incantation. With unnatural strength and great effort, Luerk hefted his dark mace over his head. "Liaj ot seog suxaram!" The blow shattered Maraxus' chestplate and blood gushed from the man's open mouth. He gurgled and choked before finally slipping from consciousness. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Maraxus from Dragonarmy and Conclave. A few bits looted, nothing important.
Sender Luerk Date Tue Apr 28 02:19:58 2009 Subject Three's Company
Highlord Luerk Trell stood over the two crumpled bodies, innocently inspecting the pair. He glances from one foe to the next, seemingly undecided on what to do. He squats for a moment and smiles, but he is truly stumped. The filthy, flatulent beggar reeked of death, similiar to the cleric of Morgion who stalks the Highlord. Yes, this lesser man could provide answers. But the red-robed magi pulsed with a familiar aura. The intruder, the nameless entity snooping the dragonarmies. Luerk smiled, a pleasant smile that fills one with dread and fear. Delicately gripping the red-clad man by the scruff of his robes, Luerk starts to drag the unconscious form away. Only, a small tinkling sound stops him. A small trinket escaped from the magi's robes, and now rolled along the dirt ground. Dropping the man (who smashed his head into the ground), Luerk gingerly retrieves the trinket. Grinning, Luerk fiddles with the trinket before tossing a passing glance at the pair. He silently walks away, rolling his stolen treasure in his hand. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Lynx from Dragonarmy and ... Conclave heh. Nothing looted, thanks for the fun.
Sender Kallites Date Fri May 1 04:06:00 2009 Subject Lynx (Pk Quest)
Kallites was in the goblin caves, smoothing over plans with their leader, Glax, when he caught sight of a mage that had accosted him the other day, finding this the perfect opportunity to strike revenge Kallites quickly uttered some prayers of protection and followed the mage onto the knight's high road, where no one would hear the screams or squeals of pain he was about to inflict. Silently walking up behind the mage a gutteral prayer was screamed to boost battle abilities and Kallites swung his mace hard at the mage who had heard the scream and quickly ducked out of the blow. Apparently the mage had readied a spell because before kallites could react he was seared with a violent array of fireballs aimed directly at his chest. With little to no time Kallites turned sideways, in order to make himself as small of a target as possible, and escaped the main force of the fireballs, retaliating with a fire of his q own, conjured from the souls of hell. Blocking the fangs wielded by the mage kallites again swung, full force at him with his mace and met his targets arm with a bone crushing snap which made the mage squeal like of a girl who just had a frog dropped on her which made kallites smile a horrible smile. As the mage rose and tried to run kallites gave chase through the city of palanthas, being cautious of avoiding the many guards roaming the streets, and saw this mage run through the docks and start swimming. Kallites thought it best to just watch as the mage struggled to swim with one arm and waiting for the man to barely stay afloat, Kallites comandeered a nearby boat and went to deliver one final blow to the mans chest rendering him unconcious and drowning, satisfied with a days work Kallites pulled the mage aboard and left him at the docks unconcious, bleeding, and suffering from multiple oozing boils as a parting gift from H'rar.
Sender Patrown Date Wed May 27 03:42:11 2009 Subject (SLAIN) [ Conclave ] [Black] Volath the Dark
A small gully dwarf, dressed in a white robe, wanders around the middle of Palanthas. Lazily grasping his stick, he pokes around aimlessly at the trash on the ground. It was really hit or miss, as he isn't even looking down. His eyes roamed around the Square, taking everything in. To his left is an old married couple; to the right iss a squirrel digging furiously at the ground; behind him iss an odd sound like a scuffle and a muffled cry. He goes on observing Imperial Square and poking about with his stick. ------------------------------------------------------- An old married couple shuffles down the cobblestone lane. The old woman keeps her hand on her husband's back, as he leans heavily on his cane. They whisper lovingly to one another, about the various sites. He points out the squirrel pounding the ground. She shows him the dazed gully dwarf. They laugh together as the gully pokes himself in the foot. As the wife continues to look around, the husband stops walking. He sees a confrontation that looks tense. A man in plain clothes holding a leather bound, black book is in the face of a black robed figure. As the old man hurriedly pokes his wife, the fight breaks out, and the wife turns to see the dark robed figure being dragged off down an alley. Her cries for help nearly fall on deaf ears. ------------------------------------------------------- A young man is striding confidently around the Great Dome in Palanthas. His chest is puffed out as he proudly displays his new markings. He was just taken into the Knighthood of Solamnia. His father had been so proud when he'd told him. He was the first in his line to be accepted since his great great great great grandfather. As he walks outside, he recalls the tears in his mother's eyes as she saw his insignia. He looks around Palanthas, ready and willing to guard the city with his life and his honor. To his surprise, he sees an elderly couple in apparent distress. The man is pointing to an alley, and the wife is hysterical, screaming and crying. The newly appointed squire follows the man's finger line and see two legs being dragged into an alley. Drawing his sword, he races into the alley, where he sees a gruesome sight. The figure on the ground is clothed in dark robes. He is covered in so much blood it appears to be an accessory to his outfit. Above him stands a man, grasping a leather bound black book. As the young boy met eyes with the man, he weeps. He weeps not for himself, but for the tears he knows will flow from his mother's eyes. Tears, this time for a much different reason. ------------------------------------------------------- Five bodies were later found in an alley just ouside of the Great Dome of Palanthas. An elderly couple lay one atop the other, a cane found in the middle of the road. A gully dwarf was slumped against a wall, his stick lying useless across his lap. A young boy, new to the Knighthood was found on face down in a puddle of blood; it was not his own. Next to him was a dark robed man, the owner of the blood; he was also the only one that had survived the brutal massacre. ------------------------------------------------------- 24 Hours to Volath from Patrown. Got you in the zone.
Sender Kothe Date Mon Jun 1 04:55:36 2009 Subject Volath,Kaede
Being I was low on money and down on my luck I decided to visit an old friend of mine. He usually had some odd jobs that altho weren't very hard at all most of the time paid well. He started to tell me of a book called The Time Forgotten. that he needed to take to a dragonarmy mage but couldn't find the right man for the job. I told him that I would gladly steal this book for him if the price was right.. he drew me a figure on a piece a paper and i gave him a sly smile in return.. It will be done i told him. I spent a couple hours casing the place to make sure I would be able to do it without much of a problem. I wasn't sure where the book was but i knew somewhere on the 3rd floor. So I went in and looked around i found where the book should have been but no sign of it.. I looked around a bit more and noticed a dark robed man in the corner with a stack of books in front of him. I strolled over ever so gently and began to whistle as I looked at some books near him. I could tell he was getting agrivated at thes and started to hum a song i knew would send him over the edge.. He stood and turned to me.. "This is a place of peace an d study" I started to close the distance between us and glanced down at the stack of books to make sure i knew exactly where the book i wanted was. I rested my hand on the stack of books and gave it a little shove just enough to push the ones i didn't want on the ground. "sorry sorry my man It was assuredly an accident" I stated. I picked up the books and on the way up I hit the table with them and dropped a large heavy one on his foot. He yelped in agony and reached down to rub his food and so i grabbed the book I wanted and started to be on my way out. Just then a large burst of air struck me in the back knocking me to my knees. I rolled into another Isle of books hoping to get outta here before i made him even more furious but all I found was another black robe grabbing me by the collar and hauling me up. He hollared something about a thief and I kicked him as hard as I could in the shin and took off around another isle just as the first mage came running in. I slammed into the bookcase as hard as I could toppeling it over and trapping both mages beneath them. The end 24 to Kaede and Volath from Kothe
Sender Luerk Date Tue Jun 2 22:47:37 2009 Subject Dragon's Eggs: Deckhand Rumble
Highlord Luerk Trell clutched the rough wooden railing of "The Leecher", watching as her sister ship slowly headed into the dark tempest. Cursing the foolhardy captain, Luerk glances back to the encroaching fleet. The Solamnics were quickly closing the distance, but the increasingly choppy waves would slow them. Perhaps some of the eggs could be saved then... The Highlord barked orders, calling his few soldiers to arms. He then urged the captain to offer a prayer to Zeboim, to beg for the sea goddess' favor. Luerk doubted if anybody would survive the enormous storm. ... Luerk was in the hold, searching for Gold Dragon eggs to save when the first Solamnic men boarded. The Highlord frowned, having only managed to secure a single box of healthy golden eggs. But soon the ship would be completely overrun. Wrapping the crate in his cloak, Luerk began preparing his escape. With a bit of charcoal, he etched sigils drawing up an arcane portal. But before he could finish, a Solamnic sailor run through by a Dragonarmy captain tumbled down the steps in the hold. The flailing body slid into Luerk's unfinished runes, ruining the spell. The responsible captain appeared in the stairway and wretched his sword free. "M'lord, the vessel's been overrun! We adn't anticipated a Solamnic priest to orchestrate the attack!" Luerk silently cursed before replying, "Rally the men as I engage the knight. We cannot afford to lose our cargo"" Following the captain up, Luerk prepared his defensive spells. A cleric of the knighthood would not be an easy adversary.
Sender Luerk Date Tue Jun 2 23:32:01 2009 Subject Dragon's Eggs: Deckhand Rumble II
Highlord Luerk Trell and the Solamnic Knight High Clerist Alenth crashed in a furious battle aboard "The Leecher". The knight held the upper hand in combat, though the ship's violent rolling kept the man from landing a critical blow. Highlord Trell, unprepared for such a powerful foe, also struggled to maintain his spells in the turbulence. Very nearly, his protection slipped as an enormous wave smashed against the ship. Only the knight's own faulty footing kept Luerk's skull from being crushed. The two battled, arm against arm and divine against arcane. The Clerist countering the Highlord's every spell with a prayer of his own. The High Clerist called out as he advanced with mace help aloft, "Surrender and relinquish the stolen eggs, there is no escape thief. " Highlord Trell avoided the heavy blow, dancing around the encumbered knight. "But what will I have for breakfast? You shouldn't be so cruel!" Luerk retorted. Snorting, the knight hefted his mace to charge again. The knight might have been successful, but for the sudden lurch of the ship. The knight was thrown to the deck, and Luerk stumbled to his knees. The ship had run aground on sharp rocks and was quickly taking on water. High Clerist Alenth steadied himself on one knee, and surveyed the situation. Calling for his men, the Clerist ordered a surge for the hold. "Secure as many eggs as possible! We cannot lose anymore than we already have!" The few remaining Solamnic sailors rushed the hold, and disappeared into the hull. Snarling, Highlord Luerk Trell steadied himself and rallied his own men. "The Queen demands your lives now! Offer up your prayers!" And in his fury, Luerk cast his last remaining spell. "Mrotsrednuht Retaerg." The world stood silent and motionless as a single monstrous lightning bolt struck the ship, sundering the vessel. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Alenth from Dragonarmy and Conclave.
Sender Ainuna Date Mon Jun 8 16:40:21 2009 Subject Kamafal: Lessons in Understanding
Kamafal was going to cost them time getting on the road with his stunt. Although she was upset with him, Ainuna could not help but be proud of the warriors brute deadly force. He was savagely strong and she could not deny that he had so far been mostly useful to have around. She sat alone in a hidden shadow of the cave watching him work. She had given him the task of sharpening their blades and taking extra precautions. She could easily move along the road without being noticed by anyone hardly. But, with Kamafals size, stealth would prove difficult. She worried about more patrols. In the future she would make sure the ogre learned to clean up his messes better. They could not afford to be tracked or hunted for stupidity. She stood up and wandered around the cave. She wanted to take one last look through the equipment and get on their way. Kamafal smiled at her with the same crooked smile he always did. How could he be so satisfied with himself? Did he understand what was what was at stake? The longer she watched him the more upset with him she became. "Lunk Head, come here" . By the time he reached her her anger boiled with in her. "This stops now!!! We need to travel almost unseen and unknowen for the moment and you go off and smash in a few skullspractically inviting in trouble!!!". He looked at her as if he seemed confused with her reaction. Her rage boiled over. She reached out and smacked him. Ainuna almost never lost her temper but could not hold her anger. She continued to hit him. When he still would not hit her. He shrugged away from her with each punch. "Fight Back LUNK HEAD!" He would not though. Soon he anger slowed and she regained composer. Kamafal lay at her feet, bruised badly. She called for the shaman in the next room. "Quickly see to his wounds. We leave in an hour. See that he is fit to travel." She looked again at Kamafal, who just looked back at her with a look of confusion. "I need you to understand what I am trying to say. If you cant I will have no need of you. Killing senselessly will get us no where near my, I mean our goals. She turned and left him lying on the ground.
Sender Kamafal Date Mon Jun 8 16:45:36 2009 Subject Ogre's Can hunt yah know?
Kamafal was becoming impatient; Ainuna was doing so much to prepare for the journey that Kamafal was becoming restless. "Ainuna, Can we leave yet?" but Kamafal quickly dropped it when a scowl crossed her face. Kamafal back up a step and went to sit down. "Why don't you go hunting you great lunk head?" Ainuna looked at him smiling, "But for god's sake don't get seen, Last thing we need is another mess, or even worse you getting hurt. We leave today don't mess that up!" Nodding the whole time Kamafal grinned. Over the last little while some of the goblins had been showing him how to hunt by using a crossbow, never of course letting him go alone because he was to large and noisy and would scare everything away. On his way out of the cave Kamafal grabbed the largest crossbow in the pile and started out into the woods. Like most of the goblins had predicted Kamafal would scare all wildlife away but what they hadn't considered was the possibility of something that wasn't wild. "What is that noise? Show yourself!" Kamafal heard the yell slightly to his left. Quickly kneeling to one knee like he had been taught he loaded a bolt and aimed. Just coming into sight was a man is shinny silver armour. . Not hesitating Kamafal released the bolt which stuck the man in the armour making a noise akin to a thunderbolt. "Die fou..." the mans words were cut short, falling to the ground completely stunned and half conscious. Standing above the completely helpless silver armoured man Kamafal raised his axe, and then stopped. Remembering what Ainuna had said about a mess Kamafal sighed. Raising the handle he hit the man in the head rendering him completely unconscious. Raising his axe in the air he gave a long Howl. Smiling at him self he through the man over his shoulders without any sign of stress. Ainuna watched Kamafal walk into the cave something large slung over his shoulder. Smiling to herself, she though maybe that big oaf could hunt after all. Her thoughts were cut short when a flicker of campfire hit the silver armour reflecting throughout the cave. "You Lunk head buffoon! What have you done now." Walking over to Kamafal as he dropped the figure to the ground he looked up and smiled "No mess, this for you." Looking up at Kamafal amazed, Ainuna grinned "You did something right for once you big oaf. We can ransom him off unlike the last victim of yours. It will definitely get us some easy grub." Looking around Ainuna yelled at a pair of goblins who had wandered over to see the knight. "Grab some rope you stupid fat lunk heads! Tie him up". Patting Kamafal on the back she said "good work" then walked back over to her stone table continuing her preparations.
Sender Segwarides Date Tue Jun 9 01:32:07 2009 Subject Trails and Trials
After a good deal of time of hard riding and listening to further details from Railen, the group of Knights and their squires made good time. The squire was in good hands and would heal. Now the objective was to find this band and make certain that they would not pillage or ransom others. The mistakes of one would not be repeated with this band. Having been a skilled tracker since before his joining the Knighthood, he found slight signs and tracks of a group of goblinoids near where Railen had bartered. An ogre was clearly among them, but it was difficult to tell more numbers, but a sizable group none the less. Trailing behind the group, the band of Knights took caution to make certain no innocents were in danger. Seeing that the ogre had split off from the end of the group and head into the hills and crags to the north of Tarsis, Segwarides offered to scout after it. Railen reluctantly agreed, but said a word of caution stick in Segwarides' mind. "The squire was taken by the ogre with a large crossbow, mind when you go and how you come upon him. Remember, Est Solarus oth Mithas, as we have discussed." Nodding at Railen, Segwarides dismounted to better track the ogre and to be able to make quicker tactical choices when they were needed. The ogre obviously didn't believe that he was in danger, for he left clear markers of his passing. Steadily following, Segwarides soon found the ogre battering a hapless mountain goat, muttering something about a "...nuna", but it is of no matter. The crossbow was strapped to its back and the defenseless goat was being beaten with the flat of a large axe. Setting himself into a ready stance, he calls at the ogre's back. "Hold, beast. Your days of rampage in these lands are done. Turn and face me, for I am Segwarides T'orgh, and I will see the will of the Triumvirate done." The ogre gave the slightest of starts when it was called to, he holds the axe raise above its head as it turns slowly around to see that it faced a mere boy. Grinning in a way that only an ogre can, it barked something at Segwarides in what could have only been the language of the goblins. Seeing the shift in the ogre's feet, Segwarides gave the Knight's Salute and prepared for what would be mortal combat with a being that was clearly twice his size. A swift charge from the ogre brought that great axe swinging at his head incredibly fast, but easily dodged. Drawing himself out of the ready stance, he began to pace the beast until it could be dealt with safely. Preferring a sword and axe over the use of a shield came back to haunt the young squire when the ogre's axe found purchase in the solid stone near his head. That blow cost the ogre a moment to pull it free, and that was the moment Segwarides was waiting for. Swinging his axe up into the beast's armpit gave a grunt of pain and slight surprise and forced the ogre back. Mixing a sword thrust and parry against the now wounded ogre, Segwarides paced him back until he was on more favorable ground. A few more sword thrust and the ogre staggered back as he brought a weak horizontal sweep of his axe. A clear note sounded as the axe heads met, notching Segwarides' blade, but the parry was true, followed by a solid thrust into the ogre's thigh. The over balanced ogre took a single step backward before falling to the ground and sliding over the end of the cliff face. Rushing to near the cliff's edge, Segwarides could not see the fall of the ogre, but spotted blood stains nearly twenty feet down the face. Satisfied that the ogre was dealt with, Segwarides went back to find the rest of the Knights and reported what happened with the ogre. The Knights could not find the rest of the goblin group, so they returned to find Segwarides in case he was in need of help. With nothing left to do, they started back to check on the wounded squire as fast as they was able to make speed.
Sender Menoch Date Tue Jun 9 20:22:57 2009 Subject Dreis
Palanthas was a dangerous town for an ogre. Menoch was not the smartest of ogres, but he knew that the guards, with their shiny swords, and bright armor, posed a threat to him. He hid, his cloak pulled tightly around him, in the shadows by one of the warehouses down at the docks. The guards did not come here often, and he blended in well with the variety of sailors who drank, diced, and otherwise mingled around the area. His business in Palanthas was private, but the larger cities did have their...benifits... His musings were interupted as a young man triped on a loose board in the dock. Over the laughter of the dock workers, Menoch heard the jingle of coins as the man picked himself up. The man walked on, and Menoch followed. The man seemed lost, and did not notice as the ogre came behind him and thumped him solidly with his club. Rummaging through his pouches, Menoch realized there was nothing worth taking after all. OOC: 24 to Dreis from Marauder
Sender Kiyohime Date Tue Jun 9 23:27:13 2009 Subject Ooops!
I was standing on the road through the plains, watching a colourful sunset. All was at peace. Well, for a few minutes, anyway. A horse riden by an obvious mad man came over the rise, at full gallop, right towards my ox and cart. I tried to warn him, but, it was too late. The horse made an amazing leap over the ox, but, the man did not follow quite as well, having left the saddle mid jump. The horse landed gracefully, but, alas, the rider fared less well. I suppose I could be at fault, maybe, so, I healed the man as best I could. He stood, dusted himself off, turned and ran right into the side of the cart. This just wasn't going to be a good day for him. 25 hours to Patrown from myself and Holy Order. Removed Killer, first time my pet "slayed" him, second time we got it right. :)
Sender Locki Date Thu Jun 11 22:54:43 2009 Subject Dreis
Laying on his bunk, in the cabin of a ship traveling towards Palanthas, circling 2 marble dice in one hand, his mind awash with the death of his friends, his family, when he heard footsteps, pass by outside the door. He bolted up to listen by the door, could this be the assassin who had killed them, come to finish him off, if he didn't act before they reached port, he might lose his chance forever. Waiting for the footsteps to pass, Locki silently slips out and follows the cloaked figure ahead, slipping a silk bag into his hand, as the figure slipped into a room, Locki jumped, the bag going over the head of the assassin "what the? mffffgah.." Pulling two strings on the bottom tight, the bag clamps right around the murderer head. A narcotic laced into the cloth quickly taking affect he drops to the ground. Locki yanks the bag off, leaps onto this vile creatures, pulling out an Ivory dagger, and brings it down for the kill, when he suddenly stops. The figure wasn't cloaked, he was robed, in the order of the magi, though that still made sense if magic had been involved. But now that he paused and looked at the man, he recognised him, what was his name, D, Dreis, yeah Dreis. Locki Blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to get a grip of himself, he looked at the dagger in his hand and the sleeping mage under him. "Ah crap, i nearly, oh gods. Ah sorry, not that you can hear me." Locki looks around nervously thinking what to do next, he really didn't know the mage THAT well, besides how would he explain it. He lifted the limp form onto it's own bunk, before quietly closing the door and returning to his own cabin, he layed back down, circling two marble dice in his hand, shuddering at how close he had come to kill someone who he had no reason to. 24 from me, nothing looted. ooc We were lvling, he used an area spell, i was changing music in another screen on laptop, next thing i know i was vio and he was slain
Sender Ahmaria Date Fri Jun 12 03:10:44 2009 Subject Valek
Ahmaria was spending the day in Palanthas when she decided to visit the old guildmaster who had known her family for so long. As they talked a black robed figure appeared in the room with them., f Ahmaria took no time in reacting and drew both swords. Able to catch the mage by slight surprise he fell in no time. "Sorry to cut our time short dear friend. She kicked the unconsious mage and added, "I hope you will not mind if I take him back to the Wildrunners with me. He may know something about my mother." As they flew toward her home, she felt a sense of urgancy. What if this man did know of her mother and sisters? She hoped some answers would come of the days events. 24 hours to Valek from myself, Wildrunner, and Windrider, please jail.
Sender Menoch Date Fri Jun 12 07:40:04 2009 Subject Dindom
Menoch was simple, even for an ogre. Each day, he slept late into the afternoon, when he would rise, eat and walk to the docks, which were near his meger apartments. He worked as a day laboror: working to shift the freight that came in and out of the bustling port of Palanthas. He was lazy but still strong. They would work far into the night, after which he would receive his pay, then go and drink at the taverns until he stumbled back to his quarters to sleep it off. Today, Menoch was in the process of walking back from the taverns, when he saw a dwarf eyeing him. His head full of ale, and his hands clenched around his sword, he glared back at the dwarf. The dwarf continued to stare, and Menoch grew angry through his ale-fog. He drew his sword and advanced on the dwarf. The Neidar doged his initial, clumsy slash, ducking under to rake Menoch's back with his daggers. Menoch roared and turned, swinging wilding. The dwarf backed away, eyes on the flailing blade. The dwarf tried again to duck under Menoch's sword, but the backswing caught him accross the crown of his head, dropping him to the ground. Menoch sheathed his sword after a few tries and stumbled his way back to his apartment. 24 to Dindom
Sender Acaydon Date Sun Jun 14 01:12:09 2009 Subject Friendly Duel
I was walking through the city of Palanthas that loathsome place infested with those damned Solamics. I came across a reasonable fellow who challenged me to a duel, the lout never had a chance. I came in quick confusing the poor guy with an array of spells and even blinded him at one point. While he was running around blindly, dazed and confused I peppered him with a few well placed lightning bolts and only after he was knocked unconcious did the guards become roused. I Did a quick inspection of his person and found him to be a knight of the Solamic order. I counted my blessings at taking some long warrented revenge upon one of their order. It had to be savored on the run however as the guard had quickly closed in. I carried myself away magically, taking nothing of his meagar gear in my haste. Some time later, I returned home and thought of the days lucky events that had been placed so deliciously in front of me. It was all coming together, finally. 24 to Tellumaeunaslkfalsdkfa (get a shorter name man!) from Acaydon and mine Was honestly just a quick and fun, harmless duel. I'm sure he'lll send the hounds next time! :)
Sender Ashever Date Wed Jun 17 00:37:55 2009 Subject (Slain) Ainuna
Ashever rolled beneath a violent slash then immediatly pulled his knees close and tucked beneath another. He had been tracking the goblin for days and had caught up to him just outside the great city of Palanthas. When arrows failed he was forced to go hand to hand with the creature whos vicious and wild attack had him seemingly reeling. The goblins enormous twin daggers plummeted into the ground next to him and as he pulled them from the ground. He roared with rage as dust plumed into his face. Ash kicked at its knobby legs and as they gave way Ash drew his own daggers and crossed them at its throat as he rose in a spin. A split second later, the young elf thrust his daggers forward drawing sprays of dark blood from his foe. It toppled face first into the dust, bleeding profusly. Ashever regarded it for a moment, noting that none of the wounds were deathblows. He shrugged to himself then dragged his dagger lighly over its scalp and pulled. A hairy piece of flesh gave way. He would be rewarded well by the city guard and whether or not the creature died, he would remember not to come near this city again. Ash (24 hours from wildrunner to Ainuna. Nothing looted. Enjoi)
Sender Odessa Date Fri Jun 19 02:10:37 2009 Subject Dindom
On my way to the tower of Palanthas i became aware of a small figure following close behind me. Intuition. It had been hours since i had embarked across Palanthas for the tower and as i trudged down this small alley way, i heard his footsteps. I spun quick ly with the words of magic on my tongue. They drifted out almost tangibly and encircled the small man who i could now identify as a dwarf. he was stricken by my words shocked at first, as though he could see them...Then a moment later he was fast asleep. I quickened my pace toward the tower. I had forgotten that these are dangerous streets for a pretty young elf like me :} Odessa
Sender Leodas Date Wed Jun 24 21:46:59 2009 Subject Galvin
As the Archmage of the Red entered the main courtyard of the Tower of Wayreth, he caught sight of another red robe, Egam, come stumbling in. The man had a cut above his left eye and looked dazed. The Archmage stood there, both eyebrows raised, looking on curiously as the red robe approached him. With a light chuckle, the Archmage spoke: "The courtyard is dangerous?" Egam followed his bow with a nod, "Archmage. Tarones and I were following up on rumor of a renegade in Thorbardin, when we came under attack from an elf. I do not know his cause or reason, but he has been waiting there each time we tried to return." The Archmage's eyebrows remained raised as he took in the situation. He nodded as he spoke his response, "The problem will be resolved." Simultaneously, Retired High Archmage Jendaron entered the courtyard and hailed the Archmage of the Red. As Leodas turned, Jendaron spoke: "Greetings Archmage. Have you heard word of this elf attacking our mages? I was confronted with this news today by Tarones." A small smile played on the Archmage's face. "Indeed? I was on my way to Thorbardin. Care to join?" The black robed figure nodded with a menacing grin. "Of course." Moments later, the two of them stood over the unconscious form of the instigator. The red robed figure peered down from his hood as he spoke, "From what Egam said, I really expected more of a challenge." The black robed man shook his head slowly, "Aye. A bit more, but I wasn't worried." "Of course not." Soon, the elf, identified as Galvin of the Holy Order of the Stars, lay curled up, drooling and muttering in his sleep. Jendaron gave him a swift kick to the gut. The elf got up and started screaming and running around, bouncing off the walls in his effort to escape. The two mages stood there, arms crossed, watching him in amusement. The Archmage of the Red was the first to speak, "Come, we cannot have him draw attention. We mages are not the most loved on Krynn currently." Jendaron nodded and the two of them, simultaneously, reached out and began laying into the elf with a myriad of magical missiles. Unfortunately, the suspect-turned- victim finished himself off. In his efforts to escape and severe confusion, he tried to teleport out, and caught his robe on fire. The two mages took a couple magical trinkets that dropped from his burning pouches and left. The Archmage of the Red and Retired High Archmage of the Black arrived back in the courtyard of the Tower of Wayreth. Egam was seeking treatment, and as they headed past him, Leodas gave him a small nod, as if to say it was taken care of. 24 Hours to Galvin from Conclave
Sender Shizuru Date Sat Jun 27 07:31:11 2009 Subject Fra-ctured-ticide
So I was sitting at the table, well, near it anyway, practicing my bow draw. Now, big sis said never do that in the house, but, she had her back to me, cooking and reading one of those spell books she always has lately. So anyway, I had an arrow set, pointing out the window, when I heard Meriele mutter something. Practicing encantations probably. But, it sent a plume of fire up and out in my direction! Well, she had turned around, as I dived away, but, well, I let go the arrow, and, ummmm. You see, the fire was after me, and, and well, The arrow went at sis, so, not really MY fault. Sooo, it hit firmly..into her spellbook she held in front of her chest. I stood there, my hair smouldering a bit, staring wide eyed at her, standing there with an arrow protruding from a book just over her heart, wide eyed. Her eyes rolled back, then she sort of, fainted. I was soooooooo in trouble. Meriele and I were leveling together, when she *forgot* that maybe an area fireball was not the wisest thing to throw around. I sort of cut her up kind, kind of. Sorry ,big sis. No, *snicker* I mean, really, I am sorry. 24 hours to Meriele, from myself and Wildrunner. *snicker*
Sender Meriele Date Fri Jul 3 10:44:49 2009 Subject Athkanar dirty little deeds.
The storys reached the tower of a young minotaur who killed a young solamnic knight and was moving though citys. Knowing at the moment the alignment with the white tower with the knights them self being weak Meierle figured she would help hunt down the problem. Softly she begain to chant the spell of transport to take her to where the minotaur was last seen. Quickly she steped though the gate she created and there was a giant minotaur attacking another person on the street of the city of garnet. Quickly she begain to cast her spell to lullie the big beast into a slumber. Not taking any chance with the beast she quickly begain to work her magic to keep the beast down while she could trasport him. Afther a few minites of casting felt like hours to her as she placed the final touch on the spell and sent the best off to the knights door step.
Sender Luerk Date Mon Jul 20 19:33:48 2009 Subject Not In My Forest
As the Highlord's mount snaked through the air, taking its time to soar through the lazy clouds, Highlord Trell himself reached out into the twisting hallways of the Arcane. He surveyed the sickly forest below, watching his supply train inch along the main route. This particular caravan of wagons and supplies was incredibly important, and the Highlord watched it intensely. The nuisance of guerilla elves had escalated into an annoying threat. First patrols were picked off, then outposts and towers. And finally, supply trains were targeted. More often than not, the trains survived but most likely with only sixty to sixty-five percent of the original personnel. The supply rate was even lower. Tired of the increasing loss, Luerk reorganized scout deployments to include arcane-users as well as trained woodsmens. The number of scouting parties lost fell, but Luerk could not afford to lose wizards and magi so often. Looking for a way to quell the insurgents quickly, Luerk ordered a caraven twice as large to carry supplies to his outposts. Apparently, the Highlord's own prescence kept the elves at bay. Urging this mount higher into the clouds, Luerk uttered his incantation. "Caravan Navarac ' Tropelet laiudividni" Sensing the great slithering dragon veer off back to its lair, the elves readied their attack. They expected a much deadlier fight, but the opportunity to sabotaging a train of this size was too rare. To them, they've been fighting a winning battle. No one knew the woods better than they. A signal from the commander brough their bowstrings taunt, sharp and stright arrows aimed for beating hearts. With a owl's call, the line let fly! Before the dragonarmy fools know what was happening, the second line let loose. *** *** ***
Sender Luerk Date Mon Jul 20 19:46:07 2009 Subject Not In My Forest: Part 2
As the insurgent elves continued to rain death through the foliage, the lowly dragonarmy transporters scrabbled for cover. But the elves never saw it coming, never expected the supplies to be something other than cloth, ore and bread. A soldier grabbed a flap of a wagon, and ripped it away. Inside, several clerics of Takhisis chanted and swayed in unison. Some of the elves burst into flames, screaming in agony as they lit their beloved forest. Others glowed with a sickly blue light, highlighting their prescence in the shadows. Still others were crushed alive by some unseen force. The sight was gruesome to say the least. And Highlord Luerk Trell grinned pleasantly as he tore asunder a young elf's mind. In side one of the wagons himself, he directed the onslaught like a master tactician. The young elf gurgled on his blood as scrambled to escape. The prescence of another in his mind was overwhelming and all he could do was claw like a wild beast desperate to escape. Highlord Trell guided the young elf careening over a chasm, hopefully to finally rest. It might be some time before the elves muster another attack. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Ashever from Dragonarmies and Conclave. Killer removal, nothing looted. And I quote "Ashever appears to be muted."
Sender Luerk Date Tue Jul 21 06:07:50 2009 Subject Grubby Fingers, Grubby Hands
As dark rainclouds began to roll over the bright white moon, Highlord Luerk Trell roughly nudged the beaten thief with his foot. The flatulent dwarf, his eyes swollen and missing several teeth, groaned and rolled over. Making a face at the terrible smell, the Highlord covered his elegant nose with a sleeve and bent down. He gingerly tugged at the large, blue-metal chest the dwarf was laid on. But the prize was much too heavy to be lifted with one hand. Muttering about the stench, Luerk swiftly and unceremoniously flipped the dwarf off. "It's a miracle these fellows procreate." He reached around the cold, smooth metal of the box and grunted as he hauled away his treasure. Before he could step away, the dwarf shot out his hand and caught his assailant in vice-like grip. "Where'ya goin' wid me pillo lass?" The befuddled thief cried in his coarse languge. Horrified at being mistaken for a wench, Luerk swiftly kicked the dwarf in the head. "Lay still fiend! Haven't I battered your wretched coil enough?" Gathering the shipwrecked eggs had become quite a nuisance. Quite a few had been rescued from the depths of the wreckage, but still others founds their way into the deepest, darkest corners. The Dragon Emperor demanded them returned at any cost. (OOC) 24 hours to Thez from Dragonarmy and Conclave. Setting traps ftw.
Sender Aurelis Date Sat Jul 25 20:10:10 2009 Subject Chicken Fried Steak
A slobbering drunkard roamed around the innards of Palanthas, the stench of his foul breath disgusting all he came in contact with. The giant minotaur was slurring his speech and stumbling around, a mug full of beer sloshing in his hand. Shortly, he was running into vendors, wreaking havoc and causing mild forms of destruction. Squire Aurelis was the first to arrive. What he saw would have been amusing to nearly all spectators: the drunken minotaur was stumbling around, trying to swat at the missiles that were flying at him. The exasperated vendors were using their ruined wares as projectiles. However, to the minotaur, the apples and bananas, the toys and the shoes, were all a mere nuisance. He swatted them like flies as he ran headlong into a wall. Within no time, Squire Aurelis had him face down in a gutter. His head was bleeding, one of his arms was broken, and he was vomiting uncontrollably. Several local guards arrived on the scene and helped the minotaur to his feet, where they'd be taking him to the jail until the morning. The squire glared daggers at the minotaur as he helped restore order to the unfortunate vendors. 24 Hours to Derseth from Solamnic
Sender Leodas Date Thu Jul 30 05:50:34 2009 Subject Ahmaria
The High Archmage lounged casually against the back of a bench. The massive dome of the central building of Palanthas rose high above him. It wasn't the most well thought out of his plans, but it had the highest chance of complete success. On the other hand, it also had the highest chance of complete failure. The gray area in between didn't matter much. Any moment Segwarides would come strolling underneath those massive arches. Until then, the High Archmage of the Red would wait patiently, appreciating the splendor of the dome's decor. A short time later, an elven female came strollng into the domed building. She carried a roll of parchment in her hand and scanned about furiously. The High Archmage was quick to take note and raised his hood further over his head. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough in his actions. His movement had caught her eye, and her eye had caught his. As she quickly unrolled the parchment in her hand, scanned it, and looked back at him, he rolled his eyes and stood from the bench. He assumed she realized she was outmatched, judging by the way she turned and sprinted away, undoubtedly to alert the proper authorities. Well, the High Archmage couldn't just stand there and wait for a convergence of Knights to rain down upon him. Oh wait, yes he could. However, for the sake of the dome's beauty, he chose to leave peacefully. It wasn't long after that he spotted the same elf, a Qualinesti elf to be sure, sneaking out of the city after having reported to the Knights about the arrest warrant they had posted. It appeared that his subsequent letter and arrest warrant for the Knights of Solamnia was having little affect on the populace of Palanthas. Fortunately, he hadn't wagered anything on the success of these notes. However, he did intend to see to it that this little snitch would pay a price. She was soon unconscious in the brush on the side of the path, several bruises covering her face and body. No, there was no mercy when it came to females. If she wished to partake in businesses such as being an informant, well, she would have to risk the consequences. She was just a Qualinesti elf, after all. 24 Hours to Ahmaria from Conclave
Sender Leodas Date Sat Aug 1 00:23:36 2009 Subject Athin
It appeared, for now, that Segwarides was out of Palanthas. Unless his informant was incorrect, rumor had him in the dwarven kingdom of Thorbardin. The High Archmage had a friend in those parts. If anyone would know of a Knight's arrival, it would be Thaeden, the deep dwarf. Unfortunately, the High Archmage was unaware that his acquaintance had gone mad. -------------------------------------------------------------- "So, a Knight has come through here? You're sure of it? You don't know his name do you?" The dwarf nodded vigorously, "Aye, 'e was like me. Went off through the north pass. Where the thanes are buried, ya know? Nasty business, that place. Ya 'e was 'ere and there. Ya 'ere 'e was alright. Not anymore though. Ye can be sure o' that." The High Archmage pursed his lips, attempting to make the jumble of words somewhat coherent in his mind. Deciding not to pursue the matter any further, he reaffirmed the Knight's direction, "North you said?" Again, the dwarf nodded vigorously, "Aye friend, the pass to the North. North he went not South. West and East.. tsk tsk, how uncouth." The High Archmage raised one eyebrow before nodding to the dwarf. As he left the stone abode, he shuddered. He tried not to think about the ceiling over his head being composed of thousands of tons of rock, eagerly waiting to crash down and bury him. A shake of his head and the image was gone. The dwarf watched all of this with a curious eye, while he continued sweep the walls with rake. -------------------------------------------------------------- To his surprise, the situation turned out more favorably than if Segwarides had actually been there. By now, he highly doubted that, considering he was surrounded by dozens of walking skeletons, ghouls, and spirits. Chemosh's breeding ground, no doubt. One stood out above the rest. Or, rather, below the rest. Covered in shining black armor stood a renegade dwarf, often going by the name of Athin Kantiran. The High Archmage approached the dwarf from behind and said, "Hello, Athin." To his credit, the dwarf didn't jump and didn't run. He did, however, turn around calmly. A wry grin stretched across his face as he looked up at the High Archmage, "Hello, Leod...pfft phaw what was tha- oh." He slumped to the ground, unconscious. The red robed figure smiled. Unfortunately, another member of the Dragonarmies was there as well. He leapt at the back of the High Archmage, daggers shining ominously. They stopped six inches short of the man, rebounding with a clang, as of metal on metal. The man rushed past the High Archmage with a growl and kicked Athin in the face, instantly waking him. However, as he ran past, the High Archmage stuck out an arm, launching a pinch of white sand into the air. His mystery assailant fell face forward. In the meantime, Athin had fled into the dark caverns. Furious, he turned his attention back to the unconscious man. The two had met before. He was surprised the man, Khin, had been so brazen as to attack him. Suddenly, the man began to shimmer and slowly disappeared. Athin's horrendous, cackling laughter filled the chamber from all sides. The High Archmage was fuming. -------------------------------------------------------------- A challenge then. That was the way the High Archmage saw it. He shook his head, thinking. Caves did not sit well with him. He needed light. Even his elven eyes could not penetrate deeply through this darkness. "Shirak!" Regret immediately flooded through him. He was completly surrounded by undead, who turned to him, focusing on the light. As he quickly extinguished the light, he caught sight of the hunched over dwarf, muttering to himself. He launched a large fireball in that direction, scorching skeletons on the way. Their eyes turned to follow the streaking ball of light as it whizzed past the dwarf. Almost immediately another fireball followed, directly at Athin. The Dragonarmy soldier leapt out of the way. To his utter dismay, he landed on a skeleton that promptly began wrapping its arms around him. The High Archmage smiled as the dwarf attempted to wriggle free. He poured several oils into a pouch and tossed it to the squirming dwarf. It landed beside him. With a wry smile, the red robed figure raised his hand and launched a fireball at the bag. It exploded and burned alight. He watched as the undead turned their attention to the light..and the unfortunate dwarf. As the undead slowly closed on Athin, the High Archmage disappeared, his voice echoing through the chambers, "I do not know where your partner is, Athin, but I would like to see him rescue you this time. May Takhisis keep you forever in the Abyss." A cruel laugh left his lips as he saw the dwarf's face fall. "Goodbye, Renegade." 24 Hours to Athin from Conclave
Sender Egam Date Fri Aug 7 05:46:33 2009 Subject River of Tears
The hunt. There is no greater thrill than the rush of adrenaline as you stalk and cut your prey like a scythe before wheat. Each prey has its own challenges and opportunities. Some dare you to challenge them, others are more elusive and stay in the shadows, like my current prey. The stress of pouring over the tome that I had searched for weighed greatly on my shoulders and I needed a release. My target had been one of my choosing for quite some time and I tracked his movements carefully. Like all men, his mind was easily swayed between good and evil, a balanced scale. His life however had turned dark swiftly and without remorse. His life had been thrown out of balance and thus causing a shift that was unacceptable. After a week of constant watching, he finally scurried out of his hole into daylight. I immediately called upon my powers and surprised him. He fell swiftly unto my onslaught of magic, completely unready for such an attack. My deed had been done, and a minor shift towards total equilibrium was achieved.
Sender Egam Date Sat Aug 8 15:04:17 2009 Subject Makarth
I have no idea what I have started. That my actions from yesterday would carry a burden onto the conclave of mages to today and possibly the future. A fellow mage had come to me and told me what I already suspected, firming my suspicions that a dark shadow might fall over us. In his mind its kill or be killed. I chose the former. That friend and I, we gathered up our strengths to go against the leader, the very heart of what he claimed would come after us without mercy. It was no easy fight. It went back and forth, causing us to flee at one point before a subtle shift in the magic became our ally. In one moment I tore down his defenses and strike with my staff, striking down my foe. Out of respect I took only a mere trophy and I left the rest, hoping the hostilities died with his defeat. ooc: 24 hours protection to Makarth from conclave. Thanks for the assist Cisk.
Sender Meriele Date Tue Aug 11 23:46:58 2009 Subject ( story for mazerith)
Meriele slolwy walks out of the solamnic's higher clerics tower afther of hours of trying to talk with the knights of Solamnia. The sounds of a words of magi hit her ears as she leaves the keep . Quickly she moves to the sound of it to see her former master casting and trying to protect him self from a battle with a wild elf. Quickly she aided her former master with her own spells till the young elf layed still and the dust settled over the body. Quickly she grabs the arm of her former master pulling him away before more could come of this with the knight hood. ( this was from the war before this same protection and all no loot)
Sender Dizzy Date Wed Aug 26 02:42:15 2009 Subject Pipe Smoke
Here I was, minding my own business, finding things people left in their pockets that they clearly forgot about when I saw a minotaur and an elf dancing! At least it must have been dancing, but between smoking my pipe, feeling lightheaded and the smoke who knows what it was! So I danced over, coming inbetween them swinging a mace around in the air my eyes closed when I heard a thud and the minotaur was dropped down beside me. Weird, I don't remember him being tired, but he quit on me and decided to take a nap. I, on the other hand, still wanted to dance so I chased after the elf! I jumped on his back while he was running, putting my hands over his eyes. That led him to crash into a wall, silly elf. His boots looked uncomfortable, so I borrowed them to get them repaired. I still want to dance...
Sender Tollas Date Thu Aug 27 00:10:33 2009 Subject The drunken night.
A night at the inn of the last home. Fun, ruckus, and mischief was to be had by all. We sat, drank, sang, and were merry except for one. A mage that sat in his corner sipping his wine and cowling at the world. When asked if he wanted a beer he simply growled and shook them off. When asked to sing or partake in the festivities he did the same. After a long night of fun and merriment i left the inn to get some rest for i had a hard day of training ahead of me. I went to my normal meditation spot saying hello to the ferryman as i passed. Just after the ferryman i saw the mage from the tavern, asking him what his problem was, obviously I was inebriated and felt a bit of aggression. He did his normal scowl motion and i lost it. After a furry of punches from me to him i finally realized what i had done, at that i promptly stopped looked around to see if any had seen what had happened and promptly left, to repent for my misdeeds.
Sender Tollas Date Thu Aug 27 18:38:19 2009 Subject The minotaur.
During my meditations and repenting for the heinous act from the knight before i was disrupted by a minotaur tromping along the sweet glade i had been meditating in. At first i was shocked there was a filthy minotaur in these parts, let alone destroying the precious forest i had come to know and love. This filthy cow was doing three things wrong. 1) Disturbing my meditations, 2) Destroying my forest, and 3) Claiming to be a follower of mishakal. Everyone knew these beasts were loyal to none except for their precious sargas and possibly the sea wench. I asked him for him to prove his faith and show me a medallion of some sort to prove that he was truly a follower of the healing hand. Without any warning his hand darted into his robes, I instinctively reacted by swiftly upper cutting this beast in his fowl jaw before he had a chance to pull any weapon. After i knew for sure he was good and unconcious i pulled on his brutish arm to see that he had only what i had asked for, the medallion of mishakal. "Damnit, here we go again." was all i said as i walked away.
Sender Tollas Date Thu Aug 27 18:38:44 2009 Subject forgot it again....
24 to xiz from HO and myself.
Sender Tywin Date Thu Aug 27 19:46:37 2009 Subject Tywin : Xizegue
I was taken by surprise, rat-less, cheese-less, and utterly unprepared things were looking grim, after a sleepless night in a barn my spirits were low.a hunter must be prepared, must all wise keep in tune with his surroundings. there was one cure i know, not a potion, or salve, nor comforting word from a lover. i had to HUNT! and what better target for my deadly affections then the dastardly figure who accosted me the day before last. where to look, where to start...well at the beginning would be appropriate. (I'm a hunter, yes!?) and thus i ventured to the scene of the crime, to look for clues, for a trail, some sign of my attacker's footsteps. after careful examination of the ground, i found the crumbs of our melee, i followed. we covered much ground in our little dance, me fleeing and he chasing. i ended up at a side street, a narrow path between two buildings, and there on the ground, i saw a peace of talisman, often held in the hands of clerics, HA-ZA a clue! i went forth to their guild, and waited and watched for my pray to show his face, he must ....sooner or later. much much later i saw the figure i know to be my foe emerge from the main doorway and walk eastbound now, in the shadows, i could see, he was of the horned cow race. not much dealings with that race for me. you didn't see much of them in the dark woods where i grow up. i decided i would bide my time, and try to strike outside of town if i can, those pesky guard pack quite a punch and are found of interfering in fights. this i learned while trying to practice my bow on a street cat in garnet. i shall not boar you with this cows dealings in the city, suffice to say it eats and drinks, and occasionally buys a map. midday had come and gone and finally it seemed my enemy was leaving the city . i waited for him to exit the gates. i was ready to pounce allmost time... any second... i lurched from the bushes paddling ever silently towards him, and struck from behind! he turned, dazed. mace in hand and the battle was on seems in these 2 days we had been apart, no miracle in his fighting skills had occurred. leaving me in my comfortable dominance, i was overtaking him quickly. he tried to mouth some words, a spell no doubt, i began to feel a little sick but the sensation past. i saw his eyes, he know he lost, he know he must run, but i was quicker, i tripped him (not very cordial of me i know), he fell. i finished it. having won i gazed on his body with satisfaction. i realized i was still quite close to the city gate, and some random guard might show. i left quickly leaving his corpse as was. i didn't need anything from him anymore.. ( ooc: 24 hour protection for Xizegue from me)
Sender Lyndol Date Fri Aug 28 17:17:30 2009 Subject Xizegue
The sun's rays were sliding over the buildings of palanthas at the end of the day as Lyndol took the first steps out of the warehouse. It had been a long time since he had walked through the city, and he missed the sights and smells of Palanthas. As he walked past the drinking establishments and restaurants, he heard a commotion up ahead. A woman screamed and several things crashed to the ground. Lyndol quickened his pace to see what was happening. He arrived at Imperial Square to see a terrifying sight: A rampaging minotaur was running wild, attacking everyone in range. Lyndol froze for a moment, fear in his chest. But the power of Kiri was with him, and he knew what had to be done. Uncoiling his whips, he walked slowly towards the rampaging beast. As the enraged minotaur spotted him, and charged, Lyndol stood his ground, feeling the beating of his heart grow rapid. As the beast bore down on him, he ducked under a wild swing and wrapped the enchanted whips around the beast, searing its flesh. Roaring in pain, the minotaur turned, and Lyndol gave the whips a single pull, which tangled the beast's feet, bringing it to the ground. Lyndol quickly tied the whips off, pinning the great beast. He then gestured for the local watch to move the Minotaur to the holding cells. OOC: 24 hour protection to Xizegue from me and mine.
Sender Alenth Date Wed Sep 2 05:57:31 2009 Subject Luerk
The end of summer was here, and the first breath of the cool breath of fall was in the air. Alenth groaned slightly in the saddle of his horse. It had been too long since he had ridden anywhere, and the road from palanthas to the High Clerist's Tower was not a short trip. He looked around him, seeing the company of knights and squires that were under his command. He smiled slightly remembering when his position in such a procession would have been much different. He glanced up at the sun, feeling the sore muscles that ran up into his back. The duties of the High Clerist did not require much traveling, and the trip to Palanthas had been fruitless. It was time to return to his offices. He was mulling over the response of the Lord of Palanthas to his request to set up a more perminant garrison there. The Lord's response seemed illogical in the face of the increased raids that had been plaguing the area recently. Alenth sighed, wondering how the knighthood was supposed to protect a land that seemed so unwilling to accept help. A cry from the front of the line caused him to turn and squint against the sun's glare. Up ahead, dark-cloaked raiders were decending the crest of the hill nearby. Dozens of them. Charging for their band. Alenth had not spent so much time behind his desk that he failed to respond. "Form ranks! Pikes to the front. Knights, prepare for a charge! Hold, damn your eyes! On my order!" The knights responded quickly for all that many of the men were untrained, and untried. The pikemen, with thier long weapons, formed lines three deep in front of the mounted knights who were swiftly forming their own ranks, ready for the charge. They had barely formed their battle lines before the first wave of the raiders were on them, their bodies folding and falling on the waves of solamnic pikes. "Watch the left flank!" Alenth called as the pikemen collapsed under the sheer number of raiders. "Knights! To me! Charge!" Alenth yelled at the top of his voice, his iron-plated mace held aloft as he charged towards the collapsing flank. He struck the first blow himself, crushing the raider's head with a single blow. Then he was past the line, and charging on. A lone man stood, horse tethered nearby, arms raised, chanting loudly. Alenth bore down on the man, but a bolt from the man's hands shattered the ground before him. Alenth leaped from his horse, falling to the ground and rolling to his feet. The man looked at him, eyes blazing and once again pointed at Alenth, this time with flames in his hands. Alenth charged, swinging his mace wildly. He struck the man a glancing blow, knocking him uncontious. At that moment, more raiders poured from the trees, at the same moment that the rest of the Solamnic charge arrived. The two forces clashed, fighting fiercly. Alenth turned to direct his men, and saw the raiders dragging the stiring body of the mage he had just downed into the woods. He started to call an order to his men, but a thrown rock knocked him on the head, and he knew only darkness. By the time he recovered, the battle was over, and the mage had been dragged away by the raiders. Alenth directed the column continue their march. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: 24 hours to Luerk from The Knights of Solamnia
Sender Ahmaria Date Thu Sep 3 05:18:21 2009 Subject Alenth
Ahamaria stood high on a branch looking out over the treeline. Her griffon had left to hunt his own meal and she was enjoying the view. Scaning the folliage she spooted a glint coming through the trees. Looking back toward the village, she held her breath a moment and decided to investigate. It was too early for her own patrols to have returned. The shine reflected again throught the trees, closing the distance between her and the intruder. She could smell something foul as the wind blew from behind the unknown man. At that moment she cared note why or who he was, only that he was trespassing. The man had obivously slain something and recently. The goblins had retreated weeks ago. Fearing for the men she had orderd out on patrols, Ahmaria raised her bow. He stumbled in to the area and she fired, lodging an arrow in to his shoulder. He turned wildly about looking for where the arrow had flown from. Ahmaria gasped and lowerd her bow. With the man closer now, she could make out the markings on his armor. He was on of the knights of Solamnia. She hurried down the tree and to his side as he collapsed. As carefully as she could she removed the arrow from his shoulder. First breaking the head off and pushing it back through. Praying to Mishakal to heal the man, she was able to stop the bleeding. He remained uncouncious as she struggled to lift him over her shoulder. Ahmaria carried him in to the village to be healed further. By late after noon, the still unconcious lay over the back of the griffon Rixbreeze. "Take this man to Palanthas. They will know who he is there. See that he remains safe.. 24 hours protection to Alenth from Ahmaria Wildrunner
Sender Dizzy Date Thu Sep 3 17:36:26 2009 Subject Gorin
I was sitting cross legged, looking through borrowed and discarded items to return to their owners or add to my collection of stuff. I'm very proud of my stuff and I want to have the most different kinds of stuff around. That is when things got crazy, as a minotaur and dwarf came running in, playing tag with their swords. It was hard to see through the smoke rings I was making from my pipe. It didn't look that friendly, but it was interesting and so I decided to go for just a look, I swear! The chasing and running back and forth was very exhausting, and I was about to give up and have a nap when the minotaur fell over and had a nap first. He did look very tired. I decided to make it easier for him, so I happened to borrow a bag of coins or two, just to ease his weight. I should give it back to him soon. Which one was he again? They all look alike. I patted the poor cow on the head and left a clump of grass by his mouth as I followed the dwarf back to the lovely dome. I like to play with other people sometimes, and these play-jokes kinda go wrong. I think playing tie up the dwarf is a bad idea after what just happened. With his back turned, I pulled out a small piece of rope and tied his boots together as he leaned on his staff. Since he was playing tag earlier, I pushed his back and yelled "You're it!". He fell over and cursed loudly. It was not good for my ears. This forced me to take the pipe out of my mouth and hit him until he stopped cursing. Then he decided to go for a nap too. He seemed like he had a lot on his shoulders, and the top of his back was exposed. Clearly, the piece of bright pink cake on top was a heavy burden (it coulda been fruit cake) so I decided to borrow it to ease his burden. The icing on my lip got there by accident! I swear!
Sender Kutaka Date Fri Sep 4 03:21:34 2009 Subject Gerrick
Back on the streets of Palanthas after a short absense, Kutaka was on his way to Imperial Square to catch up on the latest gossip when he caught sight of something tall and bright white out of the corner of his eye. In disbelief he turned to see none other than the same fainting elf that caused him to leave town in the first place. Grinning at the dumb luck, Kutaka walked straight up to the blasted elf and pulled on its robe. Turning, the elf saw him and immediately bolted. Unfortunately for the mage, white is a very easy color to follow in a crowd and before long he thought himself safe and moved off the streets to rest. Appraising him from a distance Kutaka noticed the elf had already replaced what was stolen last time. Approaching from behind, all it took was a trip and quick strike to the throat to subdue him. Grabbing the elfs possessions, Kutaka whistled to himself as he made his way to the Smiling Mug. 24 to Gerrick from Shadow and 7K
Sender Gorin Date Sun Sep 6 04:50:06 2009 Subject Xizegue
Palanthas was not a safe city for a Black Robe. Between the Solamnic knights, and the general stigma surriounding the Tower of High Sorcery that now lay defunct, it was generally considered unhealthy to allow one's alligience to be known. Gorin considered this as he walked down the streets of the city, a travel-stained robe pulled close around his body. He longed for the abilty to utilize the spells of transportation, but he knew that any attempt to cast those spells would tear him apart. So he walked. He was tired and soaked from the rain, looking only for a warm inn and perhaps a glass of ale. He was on the way, when a furry form bumped into him, knocking the short mage to the ground. He could feel water soaking through the cloak he wore, and felt the white hot fire of rage. He looked up, and saw a minotaur standing there, glaring down at him. "Watch where you're going, little man." the beast growled. Gorin snapped. Grabbing some of the sand from his pouch of spell components, he threw it into the air at the minotaur, who stumbled and fell, sound asleep. Gorin stepped past him, kicking him solidly in the ribs. He could really use that ale. Killed him. 24 hours from conclave and from 7k
Sender Larukon Date Tue Sep 8 01:56:32 2009 Subject Rona
I felt the nervous energy building up within my body, a thousand questions burning my mind. I took a deep breath to settle myself, running a knife along the inside of my arm. My body settled down immediately and fascination took over as I watched the blood drip down from my fingertips before healing the wound. I was as ready as I'll ever be, and once again I put my faith in Zeboim and get ready to offer a sacrifice. With the power built up in me, I set out and called forth the power of Zeboim, weaken than before, but gaining in strength and I knew this battle was over before it started. The minotaur appeared before me, stunned in surprise as I struck at the face, a satisfying gout of blood spraying and misting off the face. To my surprise the minotaur rolled with the strike and ran past me. Cursing my rusted brain, I gave chase, corning the minotaur once, twice, only to give glancing blows as it faded into the crowd. I raised my voice, shouting across the crowded plaza, "Show yourself! Do you have any self respect? I will make you suffer beyond your imagination!" The futility of my shouting was apparant to me, as was Zeboim's lack of faith in my juivinille attempt at running down a simple cow. A last ditch attempt as I blinded stepped through divine powers of instant transportation I appeared in front of the wounded minotaur, and lashed out in hopes my lack of hesitation would get past any trap set. Luckily, the minotaur was not prepared and a final blow across the jaw sent the minotaur into unconsciousness. Lazily I dragged a finger through the growing pool of blood, bringing it up to my mouth where I licked it off. "The test was a success mistress, although I'll admit I need more work." I easily snapped off the tip of the horn as a trophy, placing it in a pouch at my waist. Although I had completed my test, I would still retain some independance from Zeboim, if only for what little sanity I had left. Using my powers I restored the minotaur, enough so that it would wake in a moment... OOC: 24 hours to Rona from Mariner. Nothing looted.
Sender Eban Date Fri Sep 11 20:40:08 2009 Subject Mage battle
So this was Palanthas. The Jewel of Krynn. He was not impressed by what he was seeing. Too many people for such a small place. He was walking down the streets ready to leave this place behind, when he was accosted by a white robe mage. The mage was apparently trying to impress his friends as he attacked, lighting surrounded his hands, as he grabbed hold of me, sending jolts of energy through my body. I was able to break his grasp, and calling on the power of the Dark Lord, I showed him the true power of the heavens, as I rained bolts of lightning down upon him. He was soon gasping for breath, lying unconcious in the road. Where I left him and the city behind.
Sender Alenth Date Sun Sep 13 02:55:35 2009 Subject Kiyohime
"So as you can see, madam priestess, the knighthood still stands ready to assist in the fight against the coming darkness." The sun beat down on the training grounds as a young knight walked the area with the High Priestess of Mishakel. "Your clerics would be invaluable in assisting us, even if it was just to heal the minor injuries incured during training..." The young man nodded towards a tent set up for men nursing broken limbs, or holding wet rags to bloody noses. Kiyohime nodded slowly looking towards the tent of injured knights and squires. "I see...yes...Mishakel frowns on acts of violence, but even the goddess understands that sometimes it becomes necessary...of course. I will send some of the acolytes over to you. They will assist in healing the wounded." The young knight smiled at the news. "Thank you, Priestess. I--" But at that moment a loud curse came from the direction of the training ground, and as they looked towards the sound, a large mace flew straight towards them. It struck the high Priestess between the eyes, and she fell to the rough cobblestones, out cold. A man ran from the training grounds towards them, and the young knight blinked as he saw the man wore the emblem of the high clerist on his chest. "Damn thing slipped after Lord Ulther disarmed me. I got him good though. Right cross to the jaw." He chuckled a bit before seeing the prone form of the High priestess on the ground. "Aw, shit. Of all the...come on, lad. let's get her out of the heat. we'll bring her around." Together, they carried the limp form of Kiyohime inside. --------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Killer removal from Kiyo. See? You can write warnotes for anything. 24 hours from me and the rest of the sols. Pkayz ftw.
Sender Segwarides Date Sun Sep 13 17:31:28 2009 Subject Kaede v.2
Walking through the streets of Palanthas, making certain that the growing unrest is kept within the city proper, Segwarides spotted a suspecious looking perosn walking down a street toward the local mageware shop. After the last encounter with the Order of High Sorcery, Segwarides has been ever wary of them. Informing the loal milita of his intended course of action of observation of the individual, Segwarides walked off to watch, and no more. After nearly an hour of monitoring, the individual finally noticed she was being watched. Bolting toward the eastern gate like a startled hare, Segwarides was soon on her trail. Something seemed amiss when he cleared the sight of the city walls, for all the birds had stopped their songs. The black robed stranger walked out from behind a tree in a provokative manner to smile at him before raising her hands in the complex gestures that could only be a prelude to a spell. Reacting suddenly, Segwarides shoulder blocks the mage out of her casting, then subdues her for questioning before she could even utter a curse. OOC: This was the story of the pk from last night. Kaede has not been pked by me again.
Sender Lyndol Date Mon Sep 14 17:47:44 2009 Subject Gerrick
Dusk was falling in the city of Palanthas, long fingers of light growing shorter accross the rooftops of the great city. Lyndol stood in the shadows of the tavern, face hidden by his cloak, eyes alert, watching. He had seen the man enter. He knew it must be him. Must be. The light of the fanatic burned in his eyes, and his hands clenched and unclenched on his unshethed dagger. He knew the man from the wanted posters he had seen the solamnic knights place around the city: Wanted: Kilanthas. For: Murder He knew the man was inside. He would wait. He had all the time in the world to wait. He held his dagger firmly in his right hand. Eyes still on the tavern, he slowly...almsot without knowing he was doing it, drew the blade lightly accross his left forearm. He drank in the pain, feeling his ferver heighten. Kiri would smile on him today. He could feel it in the pain. The door to the tavern swung outward, and the man exited. He turned and walked slowly down the road, not showing any evidence of drink. Lyndol hurried after him. The man turned a corner, and Lyndol followed. As he rounded the corner, Lyndol stopped. The man was nowhere in sight. Lyndol felt disappointment and shame creap through him. He had displeased the gods again. Kiri would not smile on him this day. As he turned to go, he saw a flash of cloak. Yes! the man was there! Without thought, Lyndol charged in. He attacked from behind, tripping the man so that he fell face forward. The man's head struck the cobblestones, and he lay still. Lyndol rolled him over and gasped in shock. It wasn't Kilanthas. It was an elven mage Lyndol didn't recognize. He ran off into the night, leaving the elf lying there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Caught Gerrick out in the open. No loot or anything like that. Gerrick has 24 hours of protection from me.
Sender Gerrick Date Mon Sep 14 21:55:16 2009 Subject Traitor
After my last happening with Smasher, Someone I thought was a good friend of mine, but had tried to kill me in cold-blood. I saw him down the road today. Emotions rushed into me like a wave. Being the White robe I am, I put all those emotions beside me. I walked up to him and asked him why he betrayed me. He didn't answer, he was shocked to see me alive. I said answer my question, but he didn't answer. I pushed him on the ground and started to walk off. He started to follow me. I tried to dismiss him, but he wouldn't leave well enough alone. So I made him stop following me by turning him to stone. I walked off like nothing had happened. Smasher 24hrs from Conclve
Sender Blaine Date Wed Sep 16 02:18:20 2009 Subject rinald * the story*
Slowly i walked my way thought palanthas with the load of Equipment i was order to take and have repaired. Afther spending a few hours waiting for the breast plates and shields to be repaired i decided to take a walk. Slowly i made my way along the streets of palanthas when i noticed a figure following me. I cam to a stop near the grand squar of palanthas to take a drink from my flask. When i saw an ice ball coming at me. With out thinking i moved my own shield up to block it, and before i knew it i was being attacked by the same figure who was tailing me. Though this fellow was not well trained from the way he moved back and forth i did my best to try and stop him from hurting anyone. The fight it self didnt last long though it went longer then i wanted it to go. When the chance showed it self to place my shield into the face of the man, i didnt even stop to think knocking the poor man out cold. Quickly i gather my self and the man and begain to make my way back to the keep to place the young man in jail to rest the night and find out why he would attack me. 24 hours from my self and solamnic everything returned and asking for jailing.
Sender Kiyohime Date Wed Sep 16 02:40:50 2009 Subject Blaine di Caela
Coming up the street in Palanthas, I heard the sounds of a dispute nearby, so I went to investigate. As turned the corner, I saw a man in the livery of the knighthood standing over one of our newest acolytes, one Rinald of Paladine. Suspecting the worst, I tapped the lad on the head with my staff, forgetting the weight it deceivingly held within its crystal form. He went out like a candle in a storm. Now what?" I asked myself. Well, we will have to let the courts settle this one out. I will discuss this with our liason officer from the knighthood. 24 hours to Blaine from Holy Order of Light. Removed Killer
Sender Menoch Date Wed Sep 23 20:45:17 2009 Subject 3 sols
[ Solamnic ][---] * (SLAIN) [ Solamnic ] [Crown] Etilyn di Delgaard [ Solamnic ][---] * (SLAIN) [ Solamnic ] [Crown] Uther uth Yugar [ Solamnic ][---] * (SLAIN) [ Solamnic ] [Crown] Blaine di Caela The shadows lengthened over the empty spires of the High Clerist Tower. Once, this great fortress had been built to hold off advancing armies, defending the city of Palanthas against all foes. Now, a bare skeleton garrison of inexpierenced knights held the once-mighty fortress. The level of decay could be measured in scavengers, as each night a veritable horde of them decended on the fortress, salvaging anything that might be of value. The knights were too few to stop them. Menoch prowled the discarded buildings of the fortress with a goblin. Grimjaw wasn't the brightest companion, but neither was Menoch, so the pairing worked well. They were in the process of pulling a fine, if dust-covered, tapestry off of the wall when a muted bootstep outside caused them to freeze. The knights might be few, but they were fearsome fighters. Menoch gestured to Grimjaw, indicating that they should hide behind the door, and attack whoever it was when they came in from behind. Goblins and Ogres are not known for either their cunning plans, or any sense of fair play. They framed the door, Menoch on the right Grimjaw on the left, and waited. After a moment, a young squire stuck his head in through the door, and spotted Grimjaw, standing poised and ready to strike. He quickly ran the goblin through, while shouting for reinforcements. "Alarm! Goblins in the barracks! Alarm! Up Swords!" Menoch quickly thumped the guard over the head, and moved towards the exit of the keep. It would be difficult, but there wern't enough knights to hold all of the exits. Just as he rouned a corner, he came face to face with two other squires, their leather armor dull in the moonlight. They each gave a yell and charged the tall ogre. He parried a blow from one while taking a graze on his arm from the second. He swiftly backhanded with his swordarm, and knocked the second one in the side of the head. He then headbutted the first one, and ran, leaving them on the cold flagstones. OOC: Got all 3 of them. 24 hours from Marauder.
Sender Zopzer Date Sun Oct 4 21:13:56 2009 Subject Etilyn
It was barely a day since the skirmish in Tarsis with the Knights of Solamnia. Zopzer and a handful of soldiers had been detailed to return to Tarsis and recon the area while leaving as small a footprint as possible. Little detail was given, but rumors spread amongst the soldiers mentioned something about the Emporer having not returned yet from Tarsis. Zopzer set out towards Tarsis right away with the small contingent of goblins. He figured it was no coincidence, as a hobgoblin himself, that he was usually sent with the smaller and less intelligent goblins. It was easier for him to lead them than it was for most others. After a short march back to the city, the small squad arrived just outside the gate. Conditions were good for a stealthy recon; the sun had already set beyond the horizon. Thick cloud coverage shut out any sign of light usually showing from the moons. Zopzer stopped the squad for a quick halt in order to go over the plan and rally points. "Lahrag, take the others around and in from the west side of city. I will enter ahead." Zopzer said. "Use caution and don't let yourselves been seen. There's a ton of those damned tin cans occupying the city." Lahrag nodded and beckoned the others to follow him. "Oh and meet back here in exactly one hour!" Zopzer whispered loudly to the goblins as they snuck off. Zopzer, being twice the size of his goblin counterparts, had a difficult time remaining unseen by the Knighthood patrols roaming the city, but so far so good. It had been almost an hour since he entered the city and was almost time for him to return to the rally point. His search and efforts had yielded nothing useful other than the information that the Knighthood was in force in Tarsis at the moment. But then again, this wasn't exactly a secret at this point either. He worked his way back towards the secluded area from which he had entered the city. He weaved in and behind buildings and alleys, doing his best to keep to the shadows. As he poked around a corner before dashing across a narrow and dark side-street, he couldn't believe his eyes. Walking down the side-street away from Zopzer was the squire he had had the pleasure of bumping into outside of Palanthas. She looked pre-ocuppied, probably on an errand of some sort for her patron. Zopzer grinned and muttered silently to himself, "So we meet again." Zopzer's lust for blood began to overcome him and he was soon charging straight up behind the young squire. He drew his sword just in time to give forth a strong thrust towards her back. Hearing him coming, the squire turned in time to deflect his blow off to the with a sword of her own. Immediately pulling his arm back, he landed a hard elbow straight to her jaw. The blow caught her off guard and caused her to falter and hit the ground. She quickly scrambled to out from under Zopzer's gaze and back to her feet, but to no avail. He knocked her out cold with a swift boot to the face. He was amazed at the skill in which he had overcome this soon-to-be Knight. He lifted his sword high above his head in order to come down and swiftly remove hers, but a soundless voice inside him told him to stop. He immediately remembered his orders to gather information. Realizing it was his duty to bring the fallen squire back to his commanders for interrogation, he grumbled and sheathed his sword. Grabbing a hold of the squires feet, he drug her along behind him and out of the city. The goblins, surprisingly, were at the rally point waiting on him, but said nothing as they saw the girl being dragged behind him. A simple nod was all it took from Zopzer and the small squad was gone as quickly as they had arrived... OOC: 24 hours to Etilyn from DA. Please Jail. Nothing looted.
Sender Alenth Date Mon Oct 5 21:36:34 2009 Subject Rona
The skies were growing dark with rainclouds as Alenth stepped into the street. Although the knighthood forbade disguises, he clutched his traveling cloak close, and wore no armor. His mustache itched as he walked the streets of Sanction. All around him, goblins and ogres walked openly, and he cringed at the thought that these creatures might once again be let loose on Krynn. The bar where he was to meet his informant was up ahead, and he trudged slowly to it. He pushed back the door just in time to see a woman strike his informant over the head with a large mace, crumpling him to the ground, dead. As she was fumbling through the man's pouch for the document that Alenth knew he carried, Alenth knew she must be stopped. That document contained information of troop movements of some of the armies to the north. He charged towards the woman, grabbing a chair as he ran. He brought the chair crashing down on the woman's head, grabbing the scroll from her hands as she fell. he ran out the back door and into the street. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Killed Rona, I don't think she was at the keyboard. 24 from the Knights of Solamnia
Sender Eban Date Fri Oct 16 19:06:31 2009 Subject Xizegue
I was in need of a few items before I was ready to join my comrades in the desert, and I knew of only one place to get them. I travelled through the corridors of magic, and arrived in the city of palanthas. Not a friendly city for one of my kind I knew, but the only place I could get what I needed. I travelled in the shadows as much as possible, keeping myself hidden as much as possible. When I noticed a large figure approaching out of the corner of my eye. Knowing he was a minotaur, I wondered how he walked the streets of this city openly, given h his race was considered evil by most races upon Krynn. Thinking I may have found an ally within the city I approached the creature, revealing myself. I noticed too late the medallion hanging from his neck, the twin tear drops pressed together, marking him a priest of Mishakal. He wasted no time as he called upon his godess, her power was strong and I found myself without my voice as I tried to cast a spell to hide myself from him. I knew I had only one option left now, to stand and fight, though it may mean my death. I felt the dagger release from the leather thong that held it against my arm, and slide gently down my arm into my waiting hand. I screamed as sores appeared on my skin, and I felt my strength slip away, and the minotaur approached smiling thinking he had the advantage. And indeed he did. He came in for the killing blow, as i was weak and unable to speak, I saw the steel mace as it came towards me and tried to dodge, but was too slow, and i braced for impact, yet felt nothing, Suprised by this I looked and noticed my familiar had pounced upon the minotaur, scratching and clawing at his face, effectivly blinding him. I smiled, my familiar had rescued me, as I circled behind the minotaur and slid the dagger into his spine, twisting the blade as he fell to his knees, unable to support his massive weight, withdrawing the dagger quickly, before he snapped the blade as he fell. I flipped the dagger as I held it by it's blade, and slammed the pommel against his head knocking him unconcious. Grinning I limped away, taking his fine weapon with me. 24 to Xizegue from DA only took his mace
Sender Alenth Date Sun Oct 25 21:01:14 2009 Subject Rona
It wasn't often that the duties of the High Clerist took him to the outskirts of thorbardin, the mountain being closed to most non-dwarves. However, the knighthood had decided that a tour of many of the areas of Krynn would be benificial. So here he was. The third week of their trip dragged on, while the summer sun beat down on them. Alenth, astride his warhose, could feel the aches that were the sign of the inactive rider. He needed to get out of the High Clerists Tower more often, these trips were becoming more and more of a physical trial. They stopped for the night at a small town. As Alenth was tending to his horse, he heard a noise behind him, and saw a black-robed figure dropping a package into the well. Alenth could smell the rotting meat from where he stood. The meat would rot in the well, and poison the town. Alenth charged the figure, swinging his mace. As the figure turned at the sound of his charge, Alenth thumped a solid hit to the figure's head. The figure fell to the ground without a sound. Later, after blessing the well, and hopefully removing the filth, Alenth beheld the figure in chains now. The woman looked up at him with hateful eyes. "We will take her with us. She will make an excellent prisoner." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: 24 hours to rona from Solamnic. No loot or Jail.
Sender Eban Date Thu Oct 29 08:08:04 2009 Subject Rona
I had just left the tent of the Lady Ayasana, who was directing this search for the lost emperor. I had my reservations about the solamnics intent to let us wander around the plains without keeping an eye on us. It was due to these suspicions that I first decided to check upon the groups already out in the desert. Using the hallways of magic I made my way across the sands effortlessy and stepped out a short distance behind the first group. I stayed a safe distance behind them, not wanting to alert the rear guard, and cause a panic or get myself killed. Merely wanting to ensure they weren't being followed. I hid my presence with a quick cantrip, and followed behind a half mile from the rear guard. Scanning the area around I noticed a large shadowy figure stealthily following. I assumed my fears had been correct, as I silently floated around behind the figure, only to see she wore no marking of a solamnic. And indeed as I drew closer she bore the resemblence of one I had fought before. I recognized the race as that of the minotaurs, a race favored by sargonnas. I approached her to ask why she was here, but as I approached she drew her weapon and glared towards me. I knew there would be a fight coming soon. I cast another quick cantrip, that would carry my voice to the closest of the rear guard, and gave him warning, of the spy it seemed who had been shadowing them. Then turned my attention back to the approaching figure. Reaching into a pouch at my side, I pulled out a small vial of burning liquid, as I drew the arcane symbols with my other hand, and spoke the arcane words that caused the liquid to boil and expand. I raised my hands and threw the vial towards the approaching figure as I noticed another figure approaching quickly from behind her. The vial exploded in mid air right in front of her, he screams echoing through the area as the acid ate at her leathery skin. But she kept charging weapon held high, I cast a defense spell to protect me from her blows, and as her weapon approached it bounced harmlessy away to the right, as i moved to the left and drew my dagger. Keeping her vision blocked to the approaching guard and keeping her attacking me until the battle could be joined. Her weapon rose again as she charged in at me, my shield was still in place but with every strike it weakened some. The guard was now close, and the first dagger I beleive took her by suprise. As the approaching guard threw it from nearly ten yards away, it struck her squarly in the back, causing her to roar in anger as she turned to meet this new threat. I soon heard the clang of steel as their weapons struck each other, the parrying and dodging continued as I cast one spell after another causing the embedded dagger to dig deeper into her body. Using all the concentration I had, and the fact she was engaged in combat with the guard, i moved my hands controlling the dagger as it cut through muscle, bone and ligaments. Her movements slowed with each passing second as the damage done from the acid, the blows the guard landed, and my magic took its toll on her, until with a final swing of her weapon she collapsed to the desert floor. ooc: Zopzer and I caught Rona in the open....again. 24 from DA and Conclave.
Sender Zopzer Date Fri Oct 30 08:53:03 2009 Subject Rona
Zopzer pulled a small dagger from the back of the motionless body in the sand and dirt. The dagger left a flesh wound at best Zopzer determined. He nudged the arm of the massive minotaur -- it flopped lifelessly. Zopzer smirked at the ease in which he dispatched the minotaur and nodded at Eban. The other soldiers were over the event and began back towards the main patrol, but Zopzer grabbed hold of his trousers and paused. He looked towards the marching patrol and then back at the body. He wondered if he had time... Just as he decided to suppress his urges and catch up to the patrol, the minotaur grabbed hold of his leg and swung him to the ground! The minotaur lumbered quickly to her feet. At the same time, Zopzer made his way back to his. The minotaur staggered forward at Zopzer, swinging her weapon wildly. Zopzer quickly deflected and reversed the attack with one of his own, landing a heavy blow to the already injured minotaur's dome. A few of the recruits in the rear of the patrol caught glimpse of the short scuffle and ran back to the scene in time to see the minotaur hit the ground... again. Zopzer motioned to the body in the sand and barked an order, "Carry her to Commander Ayasana. Tell her this beast has been trailing us for some time. Perhaps she has some information." OOC: 24 to Rona from DA. Nothing looted. Please jail.
Sender Lahrag Date Sun Nov 1 01:44:00 2009 Subject Two birds, one stone.
We were prowling around the plains of dust, we'd just come back from a long excursion into the blasted desert and were given a reprieve at Stone Hall, a foul place located on the outskirts of the plains themselves. It was a lot better than the blasted desert that's for damn sure. It happened quickly, we were walking the streets late in the evening and a priest or a mage (I can't tell the differences, they all blab their mouths and stuff happens, usually bad stuff) came out of a thin air. He was nearly struck dead on the spot, but he had a clearly displayed emblem from the Dragonarmy. He carried orders and made quick work gathering the troops around us. Within moments he'd opened a portal and ushered us in. It seemed we were about to embark on a quick foray to eliminate a high priced mark. It went off without a hitch. We were standing around clapping shoulders roughly when a portal screamed open. ZZZZAAAAMM!! Out of no where a small army of creatures poured into the area and immediately attacked the nearest officer. I wasted no time in dispatching what seemed to be a priest of some kind, controlling these obviously diseased (mentally) riddled beings. It took a few good stabs and then it was chaos. We didn't lose a single soldier and in the end the priest ran for his life, I quickly followed the thick trail of blood and dispatched the wretch before he could muster more mind controlling poisons. As I laid him low with the pummel of my blade I noticed a small symbol sewn into his tattered robes, it looked like Morgion but I couldn't be sure. It was probably something to do with that last priest we had locked up not long ago. It was for the higher ranking officers to figure out I decided and ran back into the midst of the still ranging battle. Before many moments we rallied and met back at the safety of our camp. 24 hours to Makarth from Lahrag and Dragonarmy, to be jailed per orders of the higher ranking officers.
Sender Lahrag Date Sun Nov 1 01:58:08 2009 Subject [FWD] Two birds, one stone.
We were prowling around the plains of dust, we'd just come back from a long excursion into the blasted desert and were given a reprieve at Stone Hall, a foul place located on the outskirts of the plains themselves. It was a lot better than the blasted desert that's for damn sure. It happened quickly, we were walking the streets late in the evening and a priest or a mage (I can't tell the differences, they all blab their mouths and stuff happens, usually bad stuff) came out of a thin air. He was nearly struck dead on the spot, but he had a clearly displayed emblem from the Dragonarmy. He carried orders and made quick work gathering the troops around us. Within moments he'd opened a portal and ushered us in. It seemed we were about to embark on a quick foray to eliminate a high priced mark. It went off without a hitch. We were standing around clapping shoulders roughly when a portal screamed open. ZZZZAAAAMM!! Out of no where a small army of creatures poured into the area and immediately attacked the nearest officer. I wasted no time in dispatching what seemed to be a priest of some kind, controlling these obviously diseased (mentally) riddled beings. It took a few good stabs and then it was chaos. We didn't lose a single soldier and in the end the priest ran for his life, I quickly followed the thick trail of blood and dispatched the wretch before he could muster more mind controlling poisons. As I laid him low with the pummel of my blade I noticed a small symbol sewn into his tattered robes, it looked like Morgion but I couldn't be sure. It was probably something to do with that last priest we had locked up not long ago. It was for the higher ranking officers to figure out I decided and ran back into the midst of the still raging battle. A couple of guards went to get the prone figure as I rushed ahead to the front lines. I glanced back and noticed the priest was on his feet and within moments had vanished, running up into the near by forest. Makarth was jailed, released, voided 24, etc. see Luerks previous warnote.
Sender Zopzer Date Sun Nov 1 03:47:38 2009 Subject Lynx
A quick break in Stone Rose was just up Zopzer's alley. Marching through the sandy plains and brawling with hefty minotaurs, Zopzer was anxious to sit down and have a mug of ale. He sat down in the dim tavern and kept mostly to himself. Too many goblins asking too many questions did a number on his mental stamina after a while. The tavern was full of the Queen's soldiers. Zopzer sipped his ale and watched as whore after whore was led away into a dark back room -- a good night for them. A few hours passed and the patrol began filtering out of the tavern and back to the rally point just outside of town. Zopzer followed, but soon had to pee. He decided the alley off to the left would make a perfect spot to "drain the lizard". Finishing up, he headed back out of the alley to catch up with other soldiers that kept on walking. What he saw across the street, though, stopped him in his tracks. A man wearing a long, flowing red robe had one of the newer recruits pressed hard against the wall. It looked as though he was questioning the guy, but Zopzer couldn't hear what he was saying. Zopzer began to step toward the robed man slowly, mentally sizing the man up, but before he took even a few steps, a handful of goblins charged from down the road. The man let go of the young recruit, letting him fall lifeless to the ground. He turned towards the goblins and held his hands out to his side. Strange words poured from the robed man's mouth as smoke began to rise slowly from the ground. The goblins slowed their charge as the man's incantations grew louder. His eyes blackened as a wall of flames grew from nowhere in front of him. Zopzer thought to himself, "Ugh. This isn't going to go well..." Zopzer stepped out of the alley and picked up a charge straight for what was obviously a powerful mage. He knew he had only moments before the mage would finish his incantations. Just as he got right up behind the mage he swung his hammer at the mage without slowing his pace. The hammer connected square against the side of the mage's head, knocking him promptly to the ground. The wall of flames fell quickly and dissipated even quicker. Luckily for Zopzer and the dumb goblins, the mage was unconscious. Zopzer knelt down and pushed open the front of his robes... his eyes widened instantly. Zopzer looked to the nearest recruit and said sternly, "Send for the Commander at once... tell her I've captured a High Archmage..." OOC: 24 to Lynx from DA. (He was jailed and bailed already. Good game.)
Sender Lahrag Date Mon Nov 2 22:38:56 2009 Subject A Chance Encounter
It was a rough scuffle outside the tavern. A sailor, obviously drunk began the brawl at first but before long, and out of no where the same Archmage we had a run in with not long ago joined the fray. It was complete chaos but after a few frantic moments the group with me had things under control. I took a chance and tried to knock the mage out while he was distracted with some of the other goblins. It worked but not before one goblin took a nasty fireball and was turned nearly to ash instantly. I absentmindedly rubbed at the figurine in my pocket, silently thanking my good fortune with that deadly spell. After the mage was out cold we had to scurry around for the drunken sailor. He was a bit more troublesome and after a long search he managed to elude us for quite some time. He probably went back to his ship to sleep it off. I quickly split from the group to cut him off and after a while of searching some back alleys near the docks I ran into the fellow again. He was tough, and took a pounding. He dashed away again, leaping over the side into the waters below. I glanced over but saw no sign of him and after a few moments went back to the local inn I was staying at to clean up after the brawl earlier that evening. To my surprise there were some officers waiting for me at the inn, with the Archmage in tow. It was not that surprising that the group had bound and gagged him for the superiors once I thought about it. Shortly after that I cleaned up and caught dinner in the common room. It had been a good night to be a goblin. 24 hours (about 5 hours ago, life happens) to Lynx from Lahrag and Dragonarmy, please jail.
Sender Kiyohime Date Tue Nov 3 04:32:01 2009 Subject Things that go Moo in the Dark.
So I began my travels to the Qualinesti lands to visit this High Archmage, who had urgent need of my council and opinion of the situation regarding this new Dragonarmy threat. I had no idea what possible input I could have on this matter, it being something more suited to the noble Knights of Solamnia than the Temple. But, I would honour the request, and truthfully, it got me out and back into the forests, if only for a bit. I had wound my way through the mountains, coming across a mist shrouded valley. This region seemed gloomy, and felt as if a dull, cold prescence gripped the land. I became aware of vague silhouettes, barely noticeable, wandering in the fog. I saw a distressing sight, one of restless souls and undead beings roaming in the mists. For the most part, they ignored me, but, as I continued, one or two of them would hurl themselves at me, attacking randomly. I did my best to fight them off, but, the valley seemed endless. Finally, one great spectre arose from the earth, a stout skeleton, eyes burning. I fought as best I could, but this one was much more powerful than the rest. It was relentless. I had no choice but to call down the power of the heavens upon it. A powerful invocation of my Goddess's power, unleashed against the ghoulish thing, and the area around it. It screamed, damaged, but not destroyed. The divine strike did have the effect of driving it away, and of burning clear some of the mist. It was then I noticed a largish figure, struggling to stand, but collapsing back down. It was of the minotaur race, driven into the ground by the force of my holy prayer. I quickly went to see if the creature was still alive, but as I approached, I noticed the still lingering aura, a red glow caused by the strike, identifying it as a denizen of evil intent. I approached cautiously, wary of this beast now, wondering how it happened upon this place. As I began to kneel down, I caught sight of a device that sent chills down my back. A rough medallion bearing a crude etching of what could only be described as a rat's paw. Slowly standing, fighting my own fear, I was torn between wanting to destroy this creature, and my duty to heal it. This, this thing represented all that my Order and I fight, Fear, disease, famine. And here it was. Not hiding in some sewer, but wandering about the lands, as I was. I fought back the trepidation I felt, knowing that giving in would give it and it's Master some feeling of victory. I began chanting the words of healing over it's frame, careful not to touch it lest some vile sickness leech onto me. I gave it strength enough to be almost awake, but stopped at that point, letting natural healing run it's course. Standing I looked around me, satisfied nothing would enter the circle created bt the holy smite for some time. Enough until this brute awakened and could make it's way on it's own. I blessed the area closest around the Mino to ensure it wouldn't be disturbed, then made my way back to the road, and continued my journey. This was the Darkness I was warned of, now my way was clear.
Sender Luerk Date Sat Nov 7 21:54:32 2009 Subject Hostile Encounters
The Emperor of the Dragonarmies stood atop the sandy dunes, a solitary figure buffeted by the furious wind of an oncoming storm. His cape and long hair whipped like living creatures, angry and hostile. He squinted through his grotseque highlord helm, arms crossed over his chest. Below him, his armies laid waste to a Solamnic supply line. The caravan departing from Tarsis barely stood a chance, as goblins, mercenaries and army soldiers overran the Solamnic defenses. Camels and men lay strewn across the sand, their blood seeping in the desert. Only a few pockets of resistance remained, two solitary knights in gleaming armor. The Emperor shifted, bristling with eager to engage his foes. He delighted in the mayhem, that his Queen would be most pleased. But he sought one knight in particular, one who felled him one before. But the High Clerist was nowhere to be found. The Emperor continued observing his underlings for a moment longer, noting the excellent command of one Yrkril and the savagery of the hobgoblin Zopzer. They were ruthless in their pursuit, taking pride in pure tactical domination. Satisfied that his plans were completed, the Emperor raised to hands to the heavens, intent on ending the battle by his own hand. And he began to glow with a sickly light, he was interrupted! A disturbance in his awareness shook him from his trance, as several newcomers entered the fray. A dwarf, a human warrior, a magi and another cleric appeared through some unknown means and further complicated matters! In the confusion, the Emperor could not be sure, but it seemed as though the three were not all allied. Growling through his mask, the Emperor hefted his mace aloft, continuing his prayer. The heavens crackled and hummed with divine presence, unholy energies swirling above the battle. And the Emperor left to engage the remaining knights himself. They would be be valuable prisoners indeed... (OOC) huge battle, lots of deaths and fun. 24 hours protection to Segwarides and Gaelehad from DA. Nothing looted and please jail both. Rona, Joreous, Elinos were also involved.
Sender Dindom Date Thu Nov 12 04:38:27 2009 Subject Gobbos in palanthas? Lies! (Gruuk)
So I was just strolling along, minding my own business - thinking about the decree from the King that all Dwarves must go back to Thorbadin. But not this Dwarf. This hill Dwarf ain't no stinking coward, run to hide under his mountain.... "No, I think I'll claim whatever gobbo heads I can in this war..." Dindom muttered to himself under his breath. Ever since he was a young lad, Dindom was under the constant impression that he was being stalked. Why anyone would want to stalk him, no one will know. So he kept to himself, slinking about... always weary, always cautious. As it so happens, this was a good day to be weary, because not long after being about his business, Dindom caught the unmistakable scent of vile Goblin near the great library of Palanthas. Dindom is reminded of a traditional Dwarven marching song that his King had once tought to the troops.... "I kill two gobbos in the morning, I kill two gobbos at night I kill two gobbos in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright I kill two gobbos in time of peace, and two in time of war I kill two gobbos before I kill two gobbos, and then I kill two more" as soon as Dindom was done smiling to himself and recounting the marching song, he found the stray Goblin. What a goblin was doing in Palanthas, he'll never guess. But Dindom isn't much of a thinker, and leaped from the shadows and attacked, quickly rendering the Goblin helpless and unconcious. Afterwards, Dindom merely went on his way, hoping that the Gobbo he just attacked would one day grow strong and avenge his honor. "Waiiiitt a minute.... Goblins have no honor! Hah!" Smiling to himself at his joke that no one heard, he went to the confines of his guild hall.
Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Nov 14 20:33:04 2009 Subject A Visit to Vingaard
I enjoy getting out of the Holy Order Temple, and visiting the various shrines and smaller temples honouring my goddess. I especially enjoy the visits to the cities the Solamnic Knights care for, as they are generally the most well ordered and cleanest around, outside Silvanost. Today I was being escorted by Marshal of the Crown Segwarides and the paladin Knight Postulant Gaelehad (he of Kiri Jolith, Sir Segwarides of Lord Habbakuk). I was mildly surprised by such a powerful cavaliers, but, with recent events as they were, the Lord of Vingaard was quite insistent. We found the humble temple, and were greeted warmly by the priestess who cared for it. I spoke with her at length about the daily works, while the two Solamnics waited patiently by the entrance. After a bit, I noticed Sir Segwarides constantly looking out the doors, concern on his brow, leaning to Sir Gaelehad and whipering something urgent. I thanked the priestess for her report, and went over to him, inquiring what the matter was. He took a deep breath, mulling over the situation, and informed me that he believed two assassins from the dreaded Dragonarmies were here, in Vingaard. He was certain that they were aware I was visiting, and saw this opportunity to disrupt the alliance of the Church and the Knighthood, as he was also a target of theirs. Sir Gaelehad was an added bonus for them, as they despised the work of the Holy Paladins as well. Well then, I told them, we shall meet this threat together, yes? He looked at me, horror in his eyes. No, no, he insisted, I shouldn't be put in danger, I should stay in the Temple. I promised I would stay behind them, and do what I could to aid them. I was not going to allow anyone to be harmed protecting me, and not at least lend a hand in that protection. He finally acquiesced, and we went forward to meet the threat head on. A battle ensued, involving Zopzer, Lahrag, Luerk, Gaelehad, Segwarides and myself. I slew Zopzer, but was FB'ed at the time, Seg slew Lahrag, and we managed to keep Luerk at distance. Zopzer was jailed, and Luerk authorized ransom. 24 hours to Zopzer from Holy Order. Thanks for a good battle DA, hopefully no sour feelings.
Sender Segwarides Date Sat Nov 14 21:34:23 2009 Subject Attack within Vingaard
Conversing quietly with Gaelehad while the Lady Kiyohime spoke with the resident priestess was a trial of patience when slowly but surely the street located outside the temple cleared of people. Noticing a pair of shadows lurking from across the street, Segwarides made Gaelehad aware of the fact without drawing attention to himself. The Lady Kiyohime noticed the concerned look, but completed her task. Walking over to stand with her current escorts, Lady Kiyohime started to leave the holy confines ahead of Segwarides and Gaelehad. Only a quick grab from Segwarides stopped her, but it provoked the ambush none the less. It was a pair of Dragonarmy soldier, familiar ones at that. They were the ones that took part in the attack near Tarsis. A violent clash happened between the pair of Solamnic Knights and the Dragonarmy soldiers, with the Lady Kiyohime standing in sudden shock. Seeing a vicious slash against Gaelehad shook her free from her startlement and she began to call upon Lady Mishakal to bring benidictions to her escorts. The brutish hobgoblin came swinging a heavy hammer and the short goblin came scrambling at an angle to flank the Lady Kiyohime. Shouting a command word while raising his hand above his head, Gaelehad called upon his Lord Kiri-Jolith to aid him in the defense of the people. A holy fury started to rain down upon the goblinoids while the Knights split off to keep them in front of them. The larger hobgoblin pushed Gaelehad backward toward Kiyohime, but took stinging hit after hit, before being clubbed in the side of the head by her staff. While this took place teh goblin broke free of the melee to crawl behind some boxes across the street, as Segwarides charged after, it jumped over them in an aerial attack. Being knocked forward into a roll, he came up with his sword leveled before him and a wicked cross chop from the axe into the goblin's ribs. A slight gasp was heard before it fell before the Knights, beaten, but breathing.
Sender Konan Date Wed Nov 25 01:05:11 2009 Subject Ciskei
As I walked through the barren streets of the once great Lord City, not a sound could be heard except the hollow click of my hooves on the cobbled streets. The bloody battle which occured in the days before was just a distant memory. The few bodies which had not been cleared from the street filled the air with the stinch of rotted flesh. It was a good smell. As I was examnining one of the poor souls who was lost at the twilight of the siege of the city, a familiar feeling trickled down my spine. I could hear thos awful words... the words I cursed every day. In the distance the silent whisper of the arcane arts was audible. Suddenly I found myself locked in battle with a figure clad in scarlet red robes. The slender elf grinned as his whispers grew into shouts. The battle did not last long. Once the mage knew he could not stand toe to toe, he fled. Not knowing what brought on the attack, I walked into a cramped building to my left to gather my thoughts. Just as I realized it was the local training grounds, the scarlet robed elf appeared through a whisp of smoke and attacked once more. This time the battle was decided. As the foe lay unconcious at my feet, one thought ran through my mind... This war was not over. Quickly I left the elf to recover and returned to my patrol. (24 Hours From DA)
Sender Xantim Date Wed Nov 25 02:10:15 2009 Subject Evil in Solamnia
Xantim crouched low in the shrubs... watching the battle around Thelgaard. In particular, he notices a human woman in leathers... cleaning up, finishing off the wounded. She doesn't descriminate. Solamnic or Dragonarmy. I can sense an aura of evil, a sort of gloom about her. She doesn't descriminate. Solamnic or Dragonarmy... this woman needs to be stopped. With Habbakuk, this woman needs to be stopped before she harms someone innocent. Xantim of Qualinost (OOC: killed Firewyne in Thelgaard, nothing looted, 24 hours protection from WR)
Sender Ciskei Date Mon Dec 14 20:21:15 2009 Subject Lynx
A spell went awry while sparring with High Archmage Lynx, a whisp of rogue energy whipped past my head and as i ducked i yelled for the high archmagus to do the same. focused on the spell he was chatting, he was unable to respond to my warning and was struck across the face by the bolt and taken to the floor looking down at his unconcious bleeding body i decided something must be done. i called for a hand.. and the ghastly apperitions appeared to carry the downed man away. I shook my head, shoulda ducked master lynx; } The Masta and seventh letter G (24 hours to lynx from conclave red....apparently he got annoyed with me filling his inventory with useless items and proceeded to whoop me with magic missles. luerk came to my aid and we dropped him.hohoho)
Sender Luerk Date Tue Dec 22 20:32:59 2009 Subject Fugitive: A Lanfer Story
Emperor Luerk Trell of the Dragonarmies knelt to the ground, slowing dragging his delicate fingers along the rough surface of Steel Street. He chanted softly, opening his mind to the divine auras. The fugitive solamnic was not far, the afterglow of his god remained ... warm as it were. Finally the dark elf rose, he tugged on his uniform slightly and gripped his foul mace. He issued quick orders to the phalanx of Dragonarmy guards, posting them around the Great Dome of Palanthas. "The knighthood grow too bold in the Queen's city. Call the tracker Zopzer, I plan to rid the world of their stench." ***************************************************************************- Zopzer the hopgoblin tracker howled with glee as he launched himself at the Solamnic. With a wicked snarl, he bowled the man over and began to claw in a frenzy. When the Emperor emerged, the knight had little chance of survival. Emperor Trell glowed with a sickly aura, funneling the final wrath of his queen. He smote Lanfer with his mace, pummeling the man violently. In the back of his mind, he was aware of others entering the fray, but he concentrated only on his hated foe. When the man finally offered no further resistance, the Emperor relented. His face was splatterd with blood, and his mace dripped black. Calling for guards, he knocked the Solamnic's weapon away. "Bind him. I'll see to his imprisonment myself. Thank you.
Sender Zopzer Date Tue Dec 29 15:22:28 2009 Subject Etilyn
It had been a few days since the last skirmish within the walls of occupied Palanthas. I continued my nightly rounds through the city. My mission was simple: Crush any opposition still remaining within the walls of Palanthas. On this Day of Haerple in the Month of Toe-Freeze I did just that. Picking up on strange and unfamiliar tracks, I gripped my hammer and followed them with haste. Down the road ahead was a young Knight dashing from building to building, attempting to remain unseen. Unfortunately for this Knight, they had failed. I quickly engaged the intruding Knight, chasing them wildly through the streets before finally overpowering her. OOC: 24 to Etilyn from the Queen's Army.
Sender Ciskei Date Tue Dec 29 22:46:51 2009 Subject Luerk
Ciskei stared out over the small road from his spot perched atop a roof of palanthas' lesser suburbs. During the battle he had rained down flaming arrows, six or seven at a time upon the unexpecting members of palanthas' resistance. Former knights, citizens and angry young men formed meat of these resistance cells and for the last few days ciskei had been commissioned by the dragonlord himself to locate and help destroy these groups. This was the last of them, for now. The Dragonlord was even in attendance to witness the annihilation. Sweat covered, bloody and, stinking ogres now howled and ripped the bodies apart. Armor crackled as the last surges of his power left them and disappated into the ground. His attention strayed back to the ogres, after he heard screams like fren zy. They had become bored it seems, for they pressed forward attacking anyone unlucky enough to be about the streets. The people would be massacred by these brutes. Ciskei peered down at the dragon highlord who was grinning widely back at him. why were the beasts not being heeled!
Sender Ciskei Date Tue Dec 29 23:53:50 2009 Subject Dragon Lord Luerk
Ciskei stared out over the small road from his spot perched atop a roof of palanthas' lesser suburbs. During the battle he had rained down elemental arrows, six or seven at a time upon the members of palanthas' resistance. Former knights, citizens and angry young men formed meat of these resistance cells and for the last few days ciskei had been commissioned by the dragonlord himself to locate and help destroy these groups. This was the last of them, for now. The Dragonlord was even in attendance to witness the annihilation. Sweat covered, bloody and, stinking ogres now howled and ripped the bodies apart. Armor crackled as the last surges of his power left them and disappated into the ground. His attention strayed back to the ogres, after he heard screams like frenzy. They had become bored it seems, for they pressed forward attacking anyone unlucky enough to still be about the streets. The people would be massacred by these brutes. Ciskei peered down at the dragon highlord who was grinning widely back at him. why were the beasts not being heeled! It was appaling. This was not what he was here for. He had been promised power by takhisis, his loyalties now in question by the leadership of the conclave he would find it hard to advance further through the ranks. He eyed the Dragon Highlord and yelled down at the dark figure with a magically amplified voice "Tell me, what you would do with a destroyed city Dragonlord. This destruction is worth nothing to anyone. I cannot help you to this end." The D The dragonlord turned his back on the scene to walk away, his voice rang back as his guard fell behind him "You have your orders magus, you have my offer to consider as well. I'll see you when you've decided to join our camp for good." Ciskei shook his head mournfully, his attention divided between the screems of dying men women and children being slaughtered by the frenzied ogres, and the flippant dragon lord. He notched three arrows, the touch of his fingers sent elemental power into each as he drew them back with his bow. He had made a decision now, no one would take this city with his help. "I believe my decision has been made Dragon Lord." Ci Ciskei released the three arrows as the dragon lord and his entourage turned at the seething sound crackling through the air. Both of his bodyguard went down immediately The dragonlord was struck square in his chest. before he had the chance to respond ciskei had released a barrage of six. They didn't appear to pierce his breast plate, but The Dragonlord still went down, lightning electricfying hsi body making it convulse spastically. "Like i said, i wont be helping you to this end anymore....i thank you for your offer though." He hopped down a story onto another rooftop, loosed three more missles as he walked to the ledge he heard them pierce og ogre flesh. Six more went flying, five more bodies hit the ground. Ciskei took a sarcastic bow toward the Dragonlord, hopped down another story onto the ground after felling two more and sending the ogre unit into panic. He strode quickly past the Dragonlord, picking a small pouch off his armored, incapacitated body and gave a snide grin at the furious Dragonlord. Ciskei - The 7th letter of the Alphabet (24 hours to luerk from the conclave. nothing looted but pride.)
Sender Railen Date Thu Dec 31 04:20:53 2009 Subject A Strange Surprise.
Railen sat alone in the trees, running a sharpening stone across his sword. The time ahead would be rough, so he was taking a few moments to himself. He sets the stone aside and takes a long swig of the flask that set beside him. Suddenly he hears a stranger approaching and raises, somewhat unsteadily to his feet and grabs his shield and sword. He waits silently for the stranger to appear and when the man does Railen readies himself. "Who goes there?" Railen asks in a loud, slightly slurred voice. The man looks startled and and draws a dagger. Without warning the Man leaps at Railen, who easily moves away from the small blade then with the flat of his sword, he disarms the man. The man stumbles back and curses, then he straightens and starts to mutter an unknown langauge while digging into a pouch on his belt. Railen curses and knowing he couldnt reach the man in time, he draws back and hurls his shield at the man. The shield beams the man straight in the face and he topples over, unconcious. Railen smirks and bends down to pick up his flask. "I cant believe that acutally worked." He mutters before taking a swig of his flask. He sheaths his sword and tuckes the flask away, before making a makeshift rope and gag from the mans robe. He binds and gags the man before reteaving his shield and grabbing the man by his robe. "You sir, are comming with me. I so hope you dont mind. Id like to ask you a few questions." He says as he starts to drag the man back to the camp, a grin on his face. (ooc: Me and Lajiwan fought, it was just for fun. 24 hours to him from Me and Sol.)
Sender Kiyohime Date Sun Jan 3 18:54:44 2010 Subject Cows in the Mist
It was a dark night, none of the moons were out yet. A thick mist lay low across the fields. I carefully climbed the solid old fence, looking this way and that. The slight odour of cow poop blended with the aroma of cedars around the pasture. I saw my prey, a snoozing cow near the gate. Carefully and quietly I slinked around behind it. It was snoring fitfully as I drew closer. Slowly I reached up, and gave a quick shove. The beast staggered, flailing it's arms...wait a second...arms? On a cow? With a great bellow, it fell over, successfully tipped. I then realized I had just tipped over the famed and reknowed Rona Lina, Bovine, er, Minotaur Extrordinaire. I ran for the fence, the thumping of heavy boots behind me. I jumped the fence, clearing it easily. Rona hit the fence, knocking herself back easily. Words I can not repeat here spewed from behind, as I made my way back to the Temple. Mission Accomplished. Rona's Earthquake made me slip and bang her head with my Staff. 24 hours to Rona from Holy Order Light...all in good fun. No Loot or anything.
Sender Lajiwan Date Mon Jan 4 06:43:36 2010 Subject Pikes Demise
Earlier in the day i had been involved in a small scuffle with a man in palanthas. We were arguing about where the best place to train was. i felt garnet had nice things to offer, but he scoffed at me and said neraka was far better than that craphole. the argument became heated and before i could calm him down this person jumped at me, dagger in hand. I defended well, but without my potions his magic was too strong for me. I woke up a few minutes later with some serious bumps and cuts. luckily all my possesions were still intact Now as i was walking through the vallenwoods of solace admiring all the beautiful trees and wildlife i saw him again. This time i was better prepared. The instant i saw him my right hand darted towards the dagger on my hip, and my left hand darted into my cloak, reaching for my potions. I crept along following his every move. When the opportunity came i took it, i jumped out of the bushes and attacked. Caught offguard his wimpy magic failed him. I felt my dagger plunge into his soft flesh more than once. He crumpled over in agony, blood dripping from his mouth. I took everything he had, and gave him a full cavity search. Then i left him for mother nature to finish off 24hrs to pike from me and my dagger -Lajiwan!
Sender Rurik Date Tue Jan 5 00:19:36 2010 Subject lajiwan
I tried to borrow a potion he was carrying as i saw him walking through palanthas, just to see it...but he lost his cookies right there and then! Well he chased me around for awhile and until i dissappeared into a hole in the wall that apparently he couldnt even see! So as he was walking away all frustrated, i stuck my leg out, and he tripped over it. I'd never seen such a TRIP! See you next FALL Lajiwan! RuRiK BoBCaT SuPr3me (24 hours to lajiwan from MEEEE and Wanderlust! took potions!)
Sender Eirith Date Wed Jan 6 22:36:59 2010 Subject Railen
Eirith grinned heavily as he surveyed the bodies of fallen resistance members before him as his comrades screamed with rage and pounded upon their chests. Being the largest, he silenced them by pounding fiercely upon his chest. They stood in awe, he had taken out twelve humans himself, one appeared to be a knight. They had come here as an escourt for the Dragonlord Luerk, to destroy a final resistance cell situated here in the sububrbs of palanthas. A mage had rained arrows of static, ice, fire, and electricty upon their foes. The arrow damage was far mo fatal than his sword. No matter, he was hungry. Eirith howled loudly to regain the group's attention, they howled back. They 'were still bloodthirsty. He looked back to the grinnning dragonlord. His head reared back and with a great yowl pointed his sword out, the goblins scattered and began to attack anyone in sight. The streets of palanthas would run red today. The Dragonlord himself would witness their chaotic fury. Eirith The Hunta
Sender Luerk Date Sun Jan 10 18:52:59 2010 Subject Disease in the City
Lord Luerk Trell, The Prophet of Takhisis, strode down the grimy alley, lightly splashing muck and refuse with each step. In his hand to gripped a gruesome mace, alright dripping dark blood. Since the capture of Palanthas, shadowy organizations have been growing bolder. And Lord Trell suspected fanatics of Morgion to be responsible for the recent outbreak of disease. He had read reports of this ragged looking minotaur before, and was not very surprised to see her roaming the streets in the night. He confronted her once, and attempted to "reason" with his mace. But she fled with surprising speed for one so sickly. But she fleed foolishly, trapping herself in a dead end. Lord Trell rounded the last corner and found the beast cowering. "Come now, don't be afraid." hissed the Prophet, as he hefted his mace.
Sender Alenth Date Mon Jan 11 13:18:37 2010 Subject While Walking Through Urione...
The arm of Paladine must reach far at times. Alenth strode through the streets of Urione, enjoying his retirement. It wasn't often that he had been able to travel for pleasure ever since he had been a recruit. Of course, this was hardly merely for pleasure. Alenth was still a knight, and he would be reporting on the status of the city to the knighthood. As he stopped to examine the local buildings, he noticed a dark-robed figure dart around a corner. Curious, he walked quickly to where he had seen the figure vanish, and witnessed a dark cleric running away from him. Though age had colored his hair, and wrinkled his skin, Alenth's grip on his mace was still firm. "For Paladine!" He roared, and charged. It was over quickly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Caught Rona moneyrunning, while AFK. When asked if she would prefer looting, or jailing, she opted for looting. 24 to her from Solamnic and myself.
Sender Ciskei Date Tue Jan 12 22:54:51 2010 Subject Tesnos
Caught a Kagonesti outside of his precious forest today, escourted by two knights, i called out for the elf to lower his head as he of a far inferior race. With his refusal i found myself enraged and called forth a fireball to strike them. It struck the wild one in his chest, and sent the two knights sprawling. One knight, the female, was knocked unconcious by the blast the other drew his sword and stood ready over the two bodies. Not favoring my luck against all three i muttered a transportation spell and found myself a ducking through the gathered crowd to escape the scene. I'll return for the others later... Ciskei the 7th Lettar baby, G
Sender Luerk Date Wed Jan 13 19:26:46 2010 Subject Betrayal repaid
The Prophet of the Dragonarmies smiled pleasantly as he approached his fallen victim. He spread his arms wide, as if to welcoming an old friend. "Come now, is that any way to treat old comrades?" The Prophet chortles to himself, and begins to glow with an unearthly light. The fallen enemy, a hulking minotaur clad in black robes, shudderes and heaves violently. "The Queen is most displeased with your betrayal Crag, and she longs to hold you in her arms again. Why have your forsaken your family, hmm?" The Prophet hefts his mace, knuckles white against the strain. The Prophet swings back, looping his mace around for a finishing blow. The mace hums through the air, cutting the wind in it's path. The minotaur gurgles, feebly trying to warn off the oncoming blow with bloodied hands. But the mace shatteres only cobbled stones, sending dust and fragments up in an explosion. The black robed betrayer grinned as his astral form slipped through the pavement. With his last ditch spell, the minotaur escaped his execution. Luerk frowned at his lodged mace and watched the last visible fragments of his foe disappaered.
Sender Ciskei Date Wed Jan 13 23:10:08 2010 Subject Lahrag
Another teleportation spell found the Highmaster within a new territory. He shook his head, wearily recovering from the trip and scanned his new surroundings. Large minionish creatures lurked around in packs while their sergants and generals shouted military orders at them in harsh tongue. He was in Neraka now. Ciskei walked confidantly through the streets, head high as creatures began to notice his presence. Highlord Luerk would be surprised to see him after their last encounter. If he was here that is. Growling beasts kept their distance, warded off by his aura, as he made his way toward their great temple. Only the human guards did stop him at the gate but and kept at a distance "Im here to see the Dragon Highlord{ " they looked at eachtother "The former Dragon Highlord stepped down but is still within the service, though he is not here" one said with a thick accent. Ciskei glared "Then i will see who is in charge." He pushed past them and heard swords leave their sheaths "The army has been mobilized to palanthas you know you may not enter" Ciskei drew dagger and lightning shot from his open palm and smote one of the gaurds "bring me your commander then" The terrified human scurried ahead of ciskei. This was his first time in the temple, he assumed it was more busy when the full army was here. As he marveled at its high ceilings there became a disturbance beside him, a ripple of magic, and a new figure appeared there in its wake, cloaked in black "you were summoned to the tower, what are you doing here Ciskei." Ciskei bowed at the new figure " Ralmus." then shook his head "I came for the items i was promised from the Dragon HighLord. I'll return as soon as--" Just then, A troop of armed men barged through the north door a hideous goblin at their head clad in astounding armor, their armor jangled as they sprinted, sword drawn at the two "defile our lady Takhisis' temple with your presence Magus Ciskei!?" The goblin shreiked "We were told you betreyed the Former High DragonLord" It licked its lips "Your head will be a worthy sacrifice!". Ciskei drew his bow from the sheath on his back and knocked several arrows at once looking at Ralmus, who shook his head "you're on your own Highmaster..." Another troop appeared behind them and Ciskei's eyes widened, Surrounded. The goblin cackled to himself as more and more men poured in to encompass them in a circle. "I hope you change your mind Arch Magus. You'll die here too" The ring of men and troops around them began to close in. Ciskei touched his forehead and began to mutter, his arrows lit with fire and lightning. His body spun his body in a circle as members of the troop dropped dead and sizzling before them. He continued notching arrows and firing as the ring of men an goblins around them continued their advance. lightning crackled from Ralmus' body ne arby and ciskei smiled, enthusiastic. Now men an goblins were dropping like flies, though more and more were coming through they were within paces now. He dropped his bow and pulled for his dagger, glowing with power. The ring closed in and the two now stood back to back, bolts of lighting and fire still pouring from their bodies. Ciskei dug his knife out of one of goblin, then a human, let loose a blast of searing lightning into those left before him then s tared, heart racing, looking for any that were still alive. Nothing, though he could hear footfalls of more approaching. He suddenly felt something hot on his side, stared down at a large knife protruding from his torso. It ripped out of his bo dy and searing pain shot through him, he turned to see the arch magus place a hand on the back of the lead goblin's head and utter an incantation. The creature fumbled around dizzly with confusion. Noticing the regular troop were gone. Ciskei turned with his own spell, the words hot on his lips. The creature shook its head, and its eyes glazed over. it stood staring grogily at the Highmaster.
Sender Pike Date Tue Jan 19 09:12:42 2010 Subject gruuk again
(he attacked me ) One day I was walking down the street like i love to do on every Monday at 8 o'clock in the morning. I always like to say hi to my master and some of the other people I know. some people like Lynx, Lajiwan, and Ciskei. This day was different. Today i saw someone new. I cringed at the sight of this ... this ... thing. It was the ugliest thing that I have ever seen. I could tell that I could kill it easially and so I attacked. I judged right, I didn't even have to try. I took two or three swings and ... presto... it was dead. I didn't have very much pride in killing the goblin so it wasn't really worth it. I didn't have much use in the horrible equipment that it had so I left it there. It looked as though it was half way done rotting. (24 gruuk, again, conclave, pike)
Sender Lynx Date Wed Jan 20 04:59:37 2010 Subject kutaka
As I sat in my chambers a disturbing message was dilivered to me. A dwarf was assulting members of my order. This could not be accepted, and so I gathered a possie of high ranking members to deal with this. The Solmanic Knights were consulted, and one was brought along to pass judgement. The offender was throughly thrashed and his belongings removed. 24 hours from conclave all rped out on the ic chan, good fun.
Sender Dindom Date Mon Jan 25 06:02:28 2010 Subject Ralmus
The sounds of combat disturbed the peaceful calm of the day as Dindom sat in his shop, sipping ale and going over the inventory. "Strange sound to hear in the uncontested territory of palanthas" Dindom mused to himself... "A Dwarf and A helf-elf are fighting at Imperial Square!" A street urchin yelled as he ran by. Grabbing his dagger and sword from the countertop of his modest shop, Dindom jumped into action, saying "Oooo, I wonder if it's any exiles.... traiterous basterds" As he arrived on the scene, he noticed that the dwarf happened to be a middle-ranking Dwarf he had noticed around the Kingdoms at several points in recent history.... Not having any of this nonsense, Dindom quickly jumps into the fray, disturbing the magical sleep that was induced by the mage offender. After a short while, the mage showed back up.... with a cleric friend. So after a few rounds back and forth between Dindom, Kutaka and the Strange magicy users with one of them left unconcious, Dindom decided he needed to take a nap and crept into the back room of his shop to lay down a while. Dindom.
Sender Luerk Date Tue Jan 26 07:40:23 2010 Subject Lord's Report: Palanthian Hostilities
Lord Luerk Trell, Prophet of the Queen, frowned disapprovingly at the crumpled body laid out before him. The human magi, clad in red robes of the Conclave, lay motionless on the cool cobblestone avenue. The lump of flesh smouldered with an eerie purplish smoke, some strange arcane spell gone awry. Gingerly, the Prophet nudged the hapless boy with his toe. "Oi, no loitering. You are in violation of Dragonarmy Common Law seventy-three see." The body made no response, and Lord Trell frowned again. He tapped his foot impatiently, his elvish slippers slapping against the stone pathway. "Surely the Conclave could send a more competent apprentice to test my might." Sighing heavily, the Prophet plucked his spiked mace from the back of the magi. The embedded head withdrew with a sickening "shlick", and blood dripped from spike tips. "Pity, he very nearly completed his spell of mass displacement. I should send his master a note that he mispronounces his "aww" vowel. I'm sure he'll be along shortly." The Prophet of Takhisis hefted his mace over his shoulder and continued along the way, humming pleasantly to himself. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Pike from the Dragonarmies.
Sender Ciskei Date Fri Jan 29 22:24:50 2010 Subject Kutaka
In a bar near the docks of Palanthas a tall young man shrouded in plain robes sat, sipping cold wine. The pub is a known hangout for the scourge of this city and as such is populated by liars and thieves, the cutthroat sort. In recent days, the robed man had had to hide his face, his elven heritage a give away. He'd become notoious in this city, hated by the occupying Dragon Army and wanning Solamnic Forces. Bounties had been posted, and recognition in this town had recently meant conflict. The robed man beckoned for a serving girl, having finnished his glass. He placed something in her hands, she walked away, skipped a little at the amount of coin he had given, then dissappeared behind the bar. He sat lost in thought until she returned with a bottle of his firebreather wine. She poured a cup, smiled, and left him be. As the man drank, people of all sort passed his table. He barely noticed the noise, casually sipping at the glass, unti l a drunken man slammed into him spilling the blood red sauce all over the table. The robed man stood brushing red wine off his robes, and as the waitress fretted over the stains on his robeing, he frustratedly brushed her away. Then decided just to let her go at it. It was then that he felt his pockets lighten slightly and out of his peripheral, caught a glimps of a tiny fleshy hand leaving his pocket. The man whirled quickly and caught the thief's grotesque hand as it retreated. For a lanky man it was obvious that he was quite strong as he pulled the scurrying theif into view. Red hot hatred rose in the robed man's eyes. A small beady eyed dwarf swung his free fist, a dagger clutched between bulbus little fingers, at the man who whirled to catch it and with a twist threw both weapon and dwarf to the ground. "That is mine, dwarf." He glared downward as a tangible aura of red, white, and black rose poured out of him like steam. He stole his tiny amulet back, as the small creature cowered back across the floor cursing and struggling, trampled by the legs of patrons in the packed bar. The robed man sneered as he dropped an uncaring handful of coinage into the serving girl's hand as he pushed his way to the front door. He hated these dirty, dark places anyway. The 7th Letter (24 hours from the Conclave to Kutaka. Thanks for the equipment.)
Sender Luerk Date Sat Jan 30 02:18:24 2010 Subject Increased Hostilities
The prisoner and his accompanying guards came to a halt before the large ornate doors of the Lord Mayor's Office in Palanthas. The double doors were wooden, carved and decorated by master artisans. Tastefully done, the door is embellished with Solmanics motiffs -- king fishers, roses and golden crowns. Pausing before the closed doors, one of the younger guards shuffled uncomfortably. He hesitantly reaches out to door, but waits. He is afraid to disturb the Lord, who does not take lightly to being bothered with trivial matters. But an older guard, one holding the prisoner in check, nods, and the first guard knocks lightly. He clears his throat and swallows. From inside the officer, a melodious but serious voice answers. "Enter." Turning the polished silver handles, the guards escourt the prionser inside. Inside the office is no Solamnic official, nor even a human. But rather, an elf. Lord Luerk Trell, Prophet of the Dark goddess Takhisis sits at an impressively large desk. "Forgive our intrusion m'lord, but we captured an elven spy within the city. He may be in league with the Solamnics knights, and as ordered we have brought him straight to you." Lord Trell glanced up from the piles of reports on his desk, eyeing the beaten and tired wild elf. He does not stop writing with his quill, but says "I doubt the knights are in league with savage brutes. But nontheless, lock him up. I don't approve of this vagrant wandering my city." (OOC) 24 hours protection to Tesno from Dragonarmies. Nothing looted, but please jail.
Sender Kesh Date Thu Feb 4 10:29:49 2010 Subject Revolution: Red Light District
Kesh Greyhem grinned, wagging two fingers at the aged bartender. "C'mon Kurno, how's about another round for my friend and I?" The bartender, Kurno, muttered gruffly, setting down the dirty mug he was cleaning. He tossed the even dirtier rag at Kesh, who laughed as he playfully swatted it away. With much clinking and swearing, Kurno slide two sloppy ales down the counter. Kesh grinned again, saying "Put 'em on the tab old boy!" Kurno cursed, waving off the insolent lad. Kesh made a face before wisking the drinks away to his table. He set down at a table occupied by an old dwarf and a rough looking minotaur. "If you can't believe his story Maynard, dribble this down your gullet and stay awhile." The minotaur cocked his eyebrow midswig, eyeing the boy skeptically. He quickly drained the pint and asked "You've got a story better than a one-legged kender giving the Solamnics the slip?" Kesh flashed a cheeky grin and winked. "I was once solicited *wink* by a wild elf. 'Cept I didn't know she was in fact a he, which needless to say, further complicated matters." The dwarf coughed on his ale, struggling to hold back his laugh. "I've got to hear this ... " snickered the dwarf, wiping away the dribble on his face. The minotaur, Maynard, chortled and asked "The elf's name wasn't Mazerith was it?" Kesh paused for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I think it was Ulvak. Strange name. Anyways, it all began with that shifty chap by the docks.." The lad continues with his story, entertaining his drunken friends. (OOC) 24 hours protection to Ulvak from me. Cash and a coupon looted.
Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Feb 6 23:06:45 2010 Subject Wiglaf
Things were just so chaotic since the war with the Dragonarmies. We were still trying to heal the wounded, both body and spirit. Some were still taken with the dragonfear sickness, and were proving to be most troublesome. One such patient was one of the Knighthood's own. So taken was he by the sickness, we had to restrain him, lest he harm himself. He would toss and turn all night, crying out.. "Thar be dragons! Thar be dragons!" It was keeping the rest of the patients awake, something had to be done. I tried various potions...all they did was slur his speech. "Thaaarrrrrsshhh beeeeeedragonshhhhh" I tried spells.... "Tharbedragonstharbedragonstharbedragons! Ok, so haste wasn't one of my brighter ideas.. Finally, one day, he broke free from his restraints. Running amok around the encampment (sans attire, ew) scaring everyone. Sighing heavily, I resorted to a tried and true method. A quick rap across the forehead with Mishakal's Wonder Staff and he began to rest quietly. After a few minutes of embarrasiing applause from the rest of my fellow priests. I retired to my quarters, writing a report to Sir Lanfer, as to the status of his recovering troops.
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