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| eocine | Jun 27 2006, 07:32 PM Post #1 |
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Sometimes you just have to burn the card fate dealt you.
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The light given by the magical orbs that were dotted around the dining room was warm and vaguely soporific on a full stomach, and the actual temperature of the room was at the very least comfortable. This led to the atmosphere being a relaxed and slightly slow one during the meal. The Mist-Master had neglected to speak before they had eaten, and now waited till the plates had been cleared away by the veritable horde of unseen servants that the Citadel generated at the merest whim of its maintainer. Once all that remained was a selection of various human and elven spirits the Mist-Master gestured for quiet. “Several have left the party, but you all have either remained or replaced them”, he said gravely in the candle-light, acknowledging both newcomers and those who had started the original mission. “Thankfully as yet we have had no dead-men’s shoes to fill, so let us drink to that first”, he gave a toast to the sky as he spoke, “and then to success in the next engagement”. The Mist-Master raised his own glass and took a sip before gently setting it on the table. “The Gatekeeper's Crystal is now two-thirds completed, and all that remains is the retrieval of the final piece”, his lips tugged upwards in slight amusement, “it should of course go without saying that this will be the most difficult task to achieve… It seems to often be the case does it not?” “Elven Port will be your next destination. It was once a comparatively prosperous Elven settlement that stands on the edge of the High Forest, docking into the upper parts of the Delimbiyr River.” He placed his hand flat on the table and closed his eyes, seconds after he did so the table infront of them glowed with a vibrant green light, before an image of the Silver Marches formed on then table. His eyes slid open once more and he lifted his hand away from the surface. “It is perhaps the most accessible of the ruins of Old Eaerlann, and as such of course has been more pillaged by adventurers than any of the other ancient homes of The People”, the distaste for this wholesale plundering was etched across his face for a second before he continued on. “Curiously”, he imbued the word with considerable scorn “this seems to have ended for now, indeed there has been no word of anyone returning from the ruins for some time now.” He paused to let those words sink in. “I believe we can all draw our own conclusions as to their fates.” “The crystal shard that you now seek cannot be scryed upon, which has of course meant that we have been unable to see exactly what has gone on there, and furthermore means that we don’t know exactly where it is located in the ruins.” “The bright side of course is the fact that we know that it is there,” interjected High Scrivener Serdin. “Were it not of course we would probably be able to see what is happening at Elven Port”. “Indeed”, continued the Mist-Master, “Though to counter that is the fact that we will be unable to coordinate anything from here, given that we will be unable to actually see what is going on there.” “Tomorrow morning you will be Teleporting onto the old road that connects Elven Port with The Nameless Dungeon and Mhiilamniir and making your way to the east, the direction of Elven Port.” As he was speaking he was also pointing out both the Teleport point and the expected route on the magical map in front of him. “Once there your objective primarily is the retrieval of the final piece of the Gatekeeper's Crystal. However, it's also vital that you release and rescue any survivors even if it means delaying the search for the shard. Once all the survivors have been freed, Send a message and put them on the Old Road. Once they have left the radius of the scrying field of the crystal, I will send Azure to pick them up.” “I believe there to be a number of the Fey’ri in the ruins, and be aware that they are known for consorting with Demons, thus I suggest spells of banishment might be wise, as well as any other tried and tested methods against Abyssal evil that you all have come across before.” He closed his eyes for a second and the image disappeared from the table top. “Are there any questions or observations thus far?” |
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| Pamela | Jun 27 2006, 09:15 PM Post #2 |
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Llana was lulled into a state of content by the laidback meal, and the lingering satisfaction over the morning’s successful mission. She blinked several times and sat up straight, waking up to the danger belied by the Mist-Master’s soft-spoken manner. She smiled at the toast, and gladly shared in it, then set her glass aside to be able to focus on the coming information. She studied the map, unconscious and perhaps also uncaring of the illusionist's disdain for the earlier pillaging. Elven Port had been a ruin for centuries. If it had been often looted, it was due to the many creatures which had chosen to choose this place for their den or base of actions. The priestess may regret the intrusion, but theirs was a world where only tombs among living habitats were generally considered worthy of public outrage. The ancient dead were long forgotten by their descendants. But the elves are extraordinarily long-lived, the half-elf reminded herself, and recalled Isilmegul’s reference to his parents abode in Myth Drannor. It has only been a few generations to most of them… This afforded a little more sympathy to the situation. A little. It was the living which also drew her attention, and pillagers or not, she didn’t like the idea that they were being imprisoned, especially by monsters like the fey-ri. She recalled the Mist-Master’s earlier hints about the daemon-fey’s attempts at repopulation. “Beauties” abducted, but also a regular influx of adventurers- some healthy, above-average elven specimens by their point of view, I’m sure. She began to appreciate just how many survivors there might be, after all. Her skin crawled at the fate, and the ugly potential consequence of their own failure. She recalled how closely they’d arrived at that morning’s ruin; they would have to be prepared from the moment of their arrival. They would also be facing a people used to magic and well-versed in it, and one who truly were on their own home ground. They were also few however- or so it was assumed. “Have there been any divinations done to see if these fey'ri have made any affiliations with any other people or association? And are there any estimates available of the number of the missing- abducted, missing in action?” There would be some who’d gone unnoticed, of course, but it would give them some kind of idea. Another question she left unasked. Some humans would have been willing to serve, or tried to. But would they have been allowed to? Not likely... This provoked another idea, and a question. “Would it be wise to consider a means to disguise ourselves as elves? It might encourage our enemies to concentrate on capturing us, rather than killing us, and to spare the worst of their spells against us.” She was careful not to look at Karosin as she made her proposal; he knew too well her feelings about that particular camouflage. |
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| Castamir | Jun 27 2006, 10:46 PM Post #3 |
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Skafloc was still chewing on a bone when the mistmaster proposed his toast. The barbarian dropped the bone on his plate and grinned at his new employer, before sloshing back his own drink, draining it in one, and then drawing a brawny forarm across his lips. He sympathised with the Mistmaster as he spoke of the pillaging of Elven Port. Though he was no great respecter of ruins something about the Mage's sense of personal insult rang true with the barbarian. He would not want the remains of his own ancestors picked apart by scavengers.. He shivered visibly, and as his mind wandered the muscles about his neck bunched up - before he dispelled whatever malaise that had suddenly affected him, cracking his neck to one side slightly. He turned his attention back to the mistmaster and his map with a sigh, just as he was talking about demons.. Skafloc liked the sound of this. It's why he decided to stay with the group. They were brave, resourceful, and they were carving a legend. He'd never feared the Abyssal creatures, for some reason they made him mad. Lots of things did, but somehow laying into the denizens of the Abyss with Brainbiter felt somehow 'right'. He wrinkled his nose at Llana's suggestion. "Disguise. Again?" he protested quietly. He was no fool, and could see her reasoning clearly, but he was no lover of subterfuge, and would rather his foes see him for who he was as he dismembered them so that they would recognise him in the afterlife, and know to give him and his kin the respect they were due. |
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| eocine | Jun 30 2006, 05:29 PM Post #4 |
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Karosin listened to the Mist-Master's discourse with a dispassionate look on his face. His personal concern was in the challenge this represented, though of course the offered reward was important, as was keeping the matrimonial relationship as unfrosty as possible. Sometimes the best way to do this was by not killing things, at other times it was done by killing things… It truly was a funny old world when you thought about it. The revelation that they would be facing what appeared to be a veritable horde of demons wasn’t surprising, sadly it wasn’t a pleasant one either. He’d always been happier facing other humans, or at least Elves and the like, he knew their anatomies and more than that knew that they weren’t able to repel his blades in the same way that the demonic did, for whilst his blade was faultless against the undead it was decidedly less so against demons, devils and the yugoloth. Still, what cannot be destroyed through strength can often be destroyed with trickery. As Llana no doubt expected Karosin was more than mildly surprised at her suggestion of disguise, knowing how much she would dislike the idea of doing so… He saw the sense in it but… “I find myself opposed to the idea of disguise in this”, he smiled faintly, “this antiquated filth should see death coming”. |
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| Mwa13 | Jun 30 2006, 08:58 PM Post #5 |
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Jonas had really enjoyed the meal and the company, having a great time after a long while. Although he was slightly disappointed that Dante had decided to go back home and help the army, he respected the man's decision as he gotten a chance to meet so many different kinds of people. He could go and visit Dante some day if he wanted to. He raised his glass to the Mist-Master's toast and sipped his drink, savoring the taste for a while. He then listened to the Master's explanation of their destination, staring intently at the map and listening very closely, absorbing all information, his eyes misty and his fingertips pressed against each other lightly in front of him as he leaned backwards on his chair. His eyes only once broke from staring the map when he glanced at Serdin. He returned his gaze towards the map and continued to listen. He glanced at Llana as she spoke and asked the questions. They were good ones, something he might've asked himself as it was important to know such information, since they would have to help to free the missing ones. He smirked at Karosin and Skafloc when they spoke their disapproval of the idea of disguising themselves. "Ah, but would it not be better if we snuck up on them and gave them a little scare, by taking them out one by one and then hit them on with full strength when they are at their most vulnerable state?" He lifted his eyebrows and smiled his regular wide smile. "A little fear put into any man would make them weak... do you not agree?" He looked around at the others. "I say the disguises would be the best way to go. We could get more easily in and find the missing persons and, of course, the crystal, but we should be careful, we should not rely upon the disguise fully. I am sure they would catch onto us, if we are not careful. Caution is always for the best." He straightened himself up and lowered his hands against the table. "If we are to use the disguises, we should then think what to do if we are caught. All options should be considered." He glanced at Karosin and Skafloc. "But if the disguises are out of the question... then we should think of something else. We can not have some of us disguised while others take on a full attack." He sipped his wine, savoring the taste yet again. "As all must know, being as a group is strength, while soloing is dangerous and foolish. I could easily walk among the shadows, as could you", he nodded at Karosin, "but... I would not risk it." Jonas frowned for a while, a thought popping into his mind. "I say... what if... what if some of us used disguises... while some went unseen? Using invisibility." Jonas frowned deeper. "No, fool's idea, they'd have the sight to see the unseen for sure. Sorry, thinking out loud here..." Jonas sipped his wine and let his ideas mingle in the others' minds. He hoped they were good ideas, at least to him they were, except for the last one, that was a stupid idea. A good one, but a stupid one as well, wouldn't work where they were going. |
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| Pamela | Jul 1 2006, 04:09 PM Post #6 |
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Llana’s lips pursed in an attempt to hide her amusement at Skafloc’s earlier, poor appearance as a Duergar. It had been…different. “I think we’d do our best to make sure the disguises were better,” she remarked, knowing fully that the barbarian was concerned about the concept and not the quality of camouflage. She made a slight moue at Karosin’s remark, not surprised. She was about to respond when Jonas spoke up, and smiled her thanks at his agreement. She listened to the shadowdancer's stream of thoughts, tilting her head slightly to avoid his unnerving grin while taking in the mellow, enchanting voice. When he was done, she looked at Karosin, Jonas and Nerissa. “The three of you have the advantage of being able to hide in plain sight among other gifts. At least you have an option that isn’t reliant upon magic or make-up. If they have spellcasters, they’d also be able to see through magical camouflage, while an experienced rogue would be able to see the signs of a clever disguise. It is not a foolproof suggestion, but if their headquarters is anything as large as the ruins we saw today, they are hardly all going to be congregated together in one place, especially if they’re holding prisoners.” The Sunite halted, as she recalled one of her assumptions. She suddenly sat up smiling, then laughed. “I’d forgotten…They can’t access divinitary spells to see illusions or the invisible, any more than we can. The shard’s prevented them from it.” She grew more thoughtful as she added, “It also means that we’re going to have to discuss what means are most effective for dispelling illusions quickly, and often, since they’re sure to use such trickery- spells like Glitterdust, for example.” She thought of mirror images, an easily accessed spell, and the numerous polymorphing spells which could simply alter one’s size, among other things. “We have to bear in mind that they’re probably going to be heavily reliant on illusions for their own defenses. Do we really want to be caught trying to break through their illusions as they easily see us for who we are? I’m willing to concede that looking like elves is not that important, but we should discuss all means that don’t give them a clear target.” The redhead turned back to Jonas. “As for being caught…You’re right; soloing is dangerous. If they caught one of us, they would then be able to use magic to approach us in our comrade’s form.” Another idea arose, and she said, “Something else that a disguise could do- what if they suddenly adopted our forms while fighting us? Or what they believe to be our forms? WE could revert to our true forms, and the moment would give us a chance to recognize who our true allies were.” Her thoughts began to tangle with all the implications that were arising; all the defenses they’d need to consider to prove themselves. “Telepathy might help us as well under such circumstances- but what if they try it too against us?” Her mind raced through possibilities. “Low-powered illusions would be unable to copy sound; carry items which are able to make them?” Her face brightened as she suggested, “Spells and items with protection against evil creatures, or specifically demon-kin, would give them a momentary lapse in behaviour. Vials of holy water? It wouldn’t last long, but I’m merely considering the chance to startle them and betray themselves…” Llana frowned, as she added, “Mind you, something else we’d also have to worry about is them posing as prisoners if we find any. We’d then be caught trying to fight with a circle of innocents about us that they won’t be shy to sacrifice for their betrayal, I’m sure.” We are certainly going to have our hands full... |
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| Darkwind | Jul 1 2006, 04:15 PM Post #7 |
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"Hi Azure, good to see you again my friend!" The newcomer spoke with tremendous aplomb, grinning and offering his hand as though he were merely gone for a long time, and not died in the cataclysm at the Hellgate Keep. Greg knew he was easily recognizable, even with his bleached skin and gray eyes and hair, so there was no need to reveal that it was him. He had to admit he enjoyed a great deal the look on the faces of those who knew he ough to be dead. Adventurers often were brought back to life through clerical magic, and he'd died and was raised several times himself. This was different, though. The last time, at the Keep, there were no clerics to raise him. He remembered the moment after the explosion. His newly departed soul lingered about to get a last glimpse of satisfaction that his sacrifice had not been in vain, so he watched in horror as the fey'ri escaped ever which way from the prison. That would not do, he said to himself, and prayed to Chaav to let him return. The Smiling Lord answered and now, with a slightly changed body, he was back to undo the damage he unwittingly done. |
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| Mwa13 | Jul 1 2006, 06:32 PM Post #8 |
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Jonas listened closely to everything Llana had to say. She was very observant of the matters at hand and he admired how she was able to make all the deductions and ask the right questions. He nodded at several places in agreement, staying silent, letting her speak her mind. He sipped the last drops of his wine and leaned against the table. "Yes, there are many aspects that we must consider. Illusions are a great threat as they can easily overcome us." Jonas slowly tapped the table with his fingers. Many thoughts crossed his mind, but none conclusive. "Hmmm... anyone have any bright ideas?" He glanced around. "I, for one, can't say what should really be done. How to perfectly prepare ourselves. There are so many things to aware of." Jonas looked at Llana. "I do agree on the prisoner part. We have to be especially careful about them. Anyone of them could betray us and reveal us to them." |
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| eocine | Jul 1 2006, 09:51 PM Post #9 |
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Sometimes you just have to burn the card fate dealt you.
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Behind the mask Azure’s expression was one of the purest shock, but he returned the handshake out of instinct. “It’s… Surprising to see you again my friend”, replied the Elven mage with considerable understatement. Given his Elven lifespan it wasn’t the first time that he’d seen a human go from youthful to grey haired in the comparative blinking of an eye. Still in this case it was clearly different, because when humans aged their hair didn’t just go grey, they wrinkled stooped more, it was a curious process. Still, this curious aging was really rather moot. Greg had been dead for many years. His mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to frame the virtually innumerable questions that were zipping through his head. Finally he asked the most obvious of them, a short question, just one word really… “How?” |
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| Darkwind | Jul 2 2006, 12:55 AM Post #10 |
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Greg shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, if you're asking about how it was actually done, you can figure the metaphysics out on your own if you care to. All I know is that I could not bear depart the Material Plane with the knowledge, gleamed while my soul stuck around after the explosion to savor a job well done, that I helped unleash the fey'ri. Chaav's paradise would not seem appealing with that knowledge burning a hole in my mind, so to speak. So I exerted all my will, and prayed to Chaav for help, determined to return to clean the mess up. He answered, and granted me this body for as long as necessary to finish that task." He looked away briefly, continued. "I've been at it ever since. Truthfully, I would not have inflicted my presence upon you and the Mistmaster had it not become obvious that I could not do it alone. I'm here to ask him for help." He grinned and tilted his head a bit. "So I guess you'll have to suffer my presence and bad jokes for a while yet. Not easy to get rid of, huh?" |
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| Castamir | Jul 3 2006, 12:56 PM Post #11 |
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Skafloc still wasn't keen. He also wasn't too worried about the possibility of having to tell disguised Fey’ri from captives, as he was sure that the captives would rather a quick death than whatever the Fey'ri had planned for them. Sure he'd be as careful as he could, but if it became confusing, well, the Gods would sort the guilty from the innocent, and ensure the innocent were compensated in the afterlife. He kept that to himself though. He didn't think present company would appreciate his logic. Except maybe Karosin, who's attitude regarding the Fey'ri he liked. "Would it be possible to cause a disturbance? Perhaps convince them that they were under a concerted assault from a massed force, through illusion or the hiring of mercenaries? It's a lot easier for a small party to move unchallenged in chaos and panic. Or if not unchallenged, move without meeting organised resistance." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. He was cleanshaven and sans war paint. In peacetime the barbarian looked rather different, it was only on campaign, or at war he donned the paint and the attitude, though the heavy tattoos and network of scars the man proudly wore still loudly proclaimed that the hulking figure was a dangerous one if poked with a sharp stick. "I'm itching to get in there and send these things back to the Abyss." |
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| eocine | Jul 3 2006, 06:49 PM Post #12 |
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“That I can well believe”, replied Azure to Greg’s reasoning behind coming back. Nobody wants to be responsible for unleashing an ancient evil on the world, and to gain that knowledge in the afterlife? Well, it would be enough to cause some to petition the gods themselves for a chance to put right what had gone wrong… He smiled under the mask as a thought occurred to him. If anyone was going to be able to persuade a God to see things their way it would going to be Greg… “Clearly, though if everything goes according to plan you’ll be out of my hair by tomorrow, as we speak the Mist-Master is preparing a group of adventurers to travel to the old ruins of Elven Port to retrieve the final piece of the Gate-Keepers crystal.” He stepped to the side to allow Greg entrance into the castle, “what, if anything do you know of the Mist-Masters goals here, did you simply come here to ask for help or were you aware that we were involved in our own campaign with the Fey’ri?” |
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| Darkwind | Jul 3 2006, 07:14 PM Post #13 |
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He entered as the masked man stepped aside. "Oh? So he's after the same thing as I am? I didn't know that, it's even better. Or does he just care about the Crystal? Well, it doesn't really matter. Sure, I'll join his group. Why don't we go let our friend know I'm here?" He got a mischevious grin as he continued. "I'll hide behind you, and watch the Mistmaster's expression when you tell him I've come. Make an effort to be nonchalant about it, would you? Like nothing's out of the ordinary." He never was able to pull Azure into one of his pranks, but that didn't keep him from trying. |
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| eocine | Jul 4 2006, 04:27 PM Post #14 |
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Sometimes you just have to burn the card fate dealt you.
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“In truth he is concerned with both, he fears that the power of the crystal could be used by the Daemon-Fey to turn the wards of Silverymoon against itself, a fear that I’m sure that you above all others can understand as being justified”, he led Greg through the many corridors of the Citadel, before it became clear that rather than being taken to the main hall he was instead being led towards the pegasii aerie. “As much as I should like to see the Mist-Masters reaction I’m afraid that he has given the strictest instructions that he isn’t to be disturbed at this time, still I’m sure that Cherissa will be glad to see you as well, and you should say hello to her at the very least. In front of them they could see a winged horse being carefully brushed by a young woman, who was humming a jaunty tune to herself as she did so. “Cherissa, an old friend has returned to see us”… The woman turned at Azure’s words, and her eyes expanded at the sight of the sorcerer. Mutely she walked towards him, her mouth dropping open as she did so. Finally she stopped a foot away from the grey haired man. “Is it him?” The question was whispered as if to no one, and she seemed to decide on the answer herself. Her eyes flared for a second and she slapped him hard across the face, before grabbing him into a bear hug of an embrace. “You NEVER do anything that stupid again do you hear?” asked the woman as tears started to roll down her cheeks. |
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| eocine | Jul 4 2006, 06:28 PM Post #15 |
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The merest glimmer of a smile flickered across Karosin’s lips at the Tiefling’s words… “I have forgotten more about the use of fear and pain in battle than you will ever learn my planar friend..." His smile didn't come close to mimicing that of Jonas, it was as cold as the great northern tundras. He rapped his fingers gently on the table as he leaned back in the seat. “I do not argue the value of disguise for some of you… Call it a personal preference if you will, but I prefer that those I kill should go to the hells with my visage painted on their inner eyelids when they do”. As he listened to Jonas he twisted his head to the side until one of the bones in his neck gave an audible crack, “I on the other hand would risk it, there are spells which enable a scout to stay in contact with the main group at all times, and these allow a rapid arrival of the proverbial cavalry.” Karosin nodded as Llana pointed out the major benefit behind the crystal shard’s divinatory negation. Illusory spells would be far more powerful in this place than anywhere else. His own studies had granted him knowledge of several and he would almost certainly rely on those from time to time. “Of course an anti-magic spell will render any magical disguises moot”, observed the assassin. “Soloing may be considerably dangerous, but perhaps those of use suited to stealth should occasionally use it, let us not forget that spell durations are finite…” The diversionary tactic was one that Karosin had often used on his contracts, and he ever saw the value of it, but on this occasion doubted it would work for long enough. It worked for swift and decisive interventions, but they could spend hours searching for this gem fragment and not find it, which would mean that the diversion would have to last long enough, and he didn’t see that as a possibility… “Clearly long lasting illusions will be useful, as will the more typical combat spells that we all see out there”. He knew that in a group this experience he wouldn’t need to spell out which spells he was talking about, after all if they were novices they’d not have been selected for the mission. “We cannot scout ahead magically , so we’ll need to rely on maps of the region as well as caution and stealth. Getting ambushed would be a disaster for us in this battle”. It’s bad enough trying to stay alive under a hidden bombardment of arrows, but when you have spells flying your way as well… |
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| Pamela | Jul 4 2006, 07:11 PM Post #16 |
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“We can’t hire mercenaries because the Mistmaster wishes this affair to remain quiet,” Llana said to Skafloc, wondering again why he was keeping this so secret. “We could look into illusions, however. It might be able to divert some of their firepower away from us, even if it’s only briefly.” She began to consider the possibility. What would they consider threat enough to send out a good number of their forces? Perhaps an image of the forces of Silverymoon...? “I doubt there will be many betrayals from the prisoners; those would be more likely to run from us towards their captors,” the Sunite said to Jonas. “The known kidnappings have only been renowned for their looks, not any particular talents.” If they had been able to persuade some of the missing adventurers to work for them…She mentally shrugged to herself. They’d have True Sight, and beyond that, would be transferring the prisoners immediately to this tower. The Mistmaster was more than capable of dealing with a few traitors, and would probably be scrying for their return- once they’d left the shard’s anti-divinatory radius. “We can make a point of confiscating any unusual jewelry or items they bear,” she suggested, aware that would immediately identify some cursed items. She doubted there would be many that would have gained favour- after all, they were pure elves, and therefore inferior to the fey’ri. She smiled sardonically at the irony. She looked up at Karosin’s suggestion about the telepathic link, recalling its effectiveness that morning. “That is a good idea,” she said, “And it would spare us thinking of codes or means of revealing ourselves.” It would also let them know if one of their number had fallen or were suddenly taken. She didn’t like the idea of Karosin going out on his own, but whatever compromises they’d built together had still not ever fully addressed that preference, and probably never would. Not that I have any idiosyncrasies he doesn’t like, she thought with wry amusement. She looked over worriedly at her husband when he mentioned anti-magic. It would be very useful with a people who were probably heavily-reliant on magic. Unfortunately, that included their own party. They were proportionately better in terms of their own lack of spellcasters, but their numbers were also fewer. If their rivals were heavily reliant on summonings, especially if their numbers were few. She made a note to have at least one at her disposal. “Are there any recent maps of Elven Port- or at least, from the last ten years?” she asked the Mistmaster. |
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| Darkwind | Jul 4 2006, 09:27 PM Post #17 |
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ooc: some assumptions here, so if you want I'll change the post again. The slap came as something of a surprise, so he held himself rigid for a moment, then embraced her. They'd been lovers, briefly, before he realized there was no chance of coming back from that mission. And at that point, he didn't have the heart to break with her. He looked pointedly at Azure, hoping that the wizard would get the message and leave the two of them alone. He murmured into her hair in response. "I've missed you, but I can't make that promise. Ever since I'd come back, I've been battling the fey'ri. That's why Chaav helped me reform myself, to rid Toril of the evil I accidentally released. I must keep at it; I'm here to ask him for help. So I expect many such stupid missions in the future." He let his voice grow boastful. "Although, I'll humbly submit that I died at the Keep, I wasn't killed there. There's a very good chance I'll survive." He decided this wouldn't be a good time to mention that if he lived to see all the fey'ri destroyed, he would come to the end of his mission and depart the world of the living for good. |
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| Castamir | Jul 4 2006, 10:07 PM Post #18 |
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Skafloc cleared his throat quietly, a surprisingly subtle gesture from the warrior, and when he spoke, it was with an expression of seriousness, his voice low as he picked his words carefully. "As I understand it. The importance of of our mission outweighs the safety of captives who's loyalty is uncertain. Rather than overly concern ourselves with their salvation, if they resist us, or resist reason, then let their own dieties look after them, and if their gods cannot keep them from harm, let their gods welcome them to the afterlife. We should remain focussed on the crystal, and carving out a path for ourselves." He looked at Llana directly, aware that she would object to such a cavalier attitude to life. "If we fail then more innocents will die and suffer." He turned his attention back to the tactical situation. "It would place you at risk Karosin, but I agree that you would be best used on your own, where your abilities would not be hindered by the rest of us. Perhaps preceeding us, or perhaps seperate to us, causing chaos and panic with guerilla attacks to take attention away from the rest of us." It had taken many years, but Skafloc had learned that sometimes his direct A to B approach could at least be supplemented by other approaches, such as stealth or sorcery. People tended to see Skafloc coming, usually because he was screaming at them and waving an axe in their faces. |
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| Pamela | Jul 6 2006, 05:01 PM Post #19 |
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Llana spared a glance at the Mistmaster before answering Skafloc. “I do agree. Our mission is more important than the safe rescue of the prisoners. I have no intention of endangering our own lives, when it only means nobody survives, and our quest fails. We were hired to rescue the shards, not to rid the world of the fey’ri menace. We can inform Silverymoon about Elven Port and the potential captives without breaking our contract’s request for discretion.” After all, they weren’t obliged to explain why they’d been there, and divinations would reveal nothing until the shard had been retrieved. “However, if our enemy should prove to be few, as the tanarruk were, destroying them would mean we’d be easily able to rescue captives. If we come across prisoners in our exploration of the fey'ri's lair, and it doesn’t endanger us to leave the area, I think it would be fair to escort them out and away from harm. This is all dependent on the layout of Elven Port. I merely want to be prepared to offer aid if the need should arise. Refusing to do so would be inhumane.” She said nothing at the approval of Karosin’s intentions; he knew her feelings about the matter, and it was not the party’s concern. Turning to the others she asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to add? Anything we still need to discuss?” |
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| Mwa13 | Jul 8 2006, 07:13 AM Post #20 |
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Jonas leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together, listening to the others. He agreed on many parts, but seperating the group was not a good idea to him, although it was a sound plan. He frowned while thinking about it. Seemed like Karosin really would work better alone, but in this case he would have to go with someone, if they were to cause some distraction from the main group. Jonas would go with him, this he decided. Jonas looked up at Llana when she asked her questions. "I have nothing to add. More questions would surface if we could get some maps of Elven Port." Jonas looked at the Mist-Master questionably. |
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| eocine | Jul 29 2006, 04:36 PM Post #21 |
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“I fear that it would be all too brief, we probably have to weigh up the relative merits of a distraction against trying to enter Elven Port without them knowing about our entrance…” Karosin took a sip from his water glass and then set the glass down carefully, “The other alternative would be to split up into a main group and a stealth group, that way hopefully one would achieve the objective, and they’d be able to help each other if the worst came to the worst. “Regarding the prisoners there… We’re not going in to baby sit, and surely at least some of them will be able to look after themselves, even if it means summoning an escort for them”. He didn’t bother to discuss any potential betrayal… The first that tried would meet such a bloody and painful end that he suspected he could discourage any following attempts. Karosin nodded at Skafloc’s words, it would be one of the better uses of his skills, to distract and disable… He would of course have to persuade Llana of the wisdom of that method, but if you weren’t willing to argue over something then it probably wasn’t worth doing anyway… “At the moment I have nothing further to add”… |
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| eocine | Aug 5 2006, 05:56 PM Post #22 |
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The Mist-Master nodded slowly, “We have maps to get you there and from them you can prepare, of course the thing that you must remember is that the Fey’ri have had time to drastically alter the layout of the area so you probably shouldn’t view this as an absolute”, he reminded them. The mage opened a leather folder that had sat next to him, carefully drawing apart the ties and then producing a series of well drawn maps with place names written carefully in Elvish. He slid the parchment across the table into a position where all of the party could easily see it and then did his best to explain the route that they would have to take. Once this had been finished he sat back in his chair and tented his fingers. “Regarding the prisoners you may or may not find there…” He paused as if the very words he was about to say were unpalatable, and in truth they were but… “You are correct, the crystal is the overriding concern, if you cannot spare the manpower or time then you must leave to prisoners to their own devices”. The Mist-Master hated being so dismissive of the lives of the Elves but the good of the many had to overrule the good of the few. |
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| eocine | Aug 5 2006, 06:34 PM Post #23 |
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Azure simply ceased to be there, there seemed no transition between his presence and absence, simply that one moment he was there and the other he was gone leaving Greg and Cherissa alone atop the pegasii aerie. In truth she understood that he couldn’t promise to stay alive, she was a warrior herself after all, and had lost a brother and father to the battlefield so understood that combat was a harsh testing ground, that didn’t mean though that the pain of it became any less with that knowledge. She held him tighter at his words, wishing she could say more but knowing that on some things he could be every bit as stubborn as she herself was. Knowing that he was to be leaving to battle the Fey’ri increased her desire to go as well, but she knew that she would have her own part to play in the battle against the hell wrought elves and so could promise nothing. “Then stay as safe as you’re able”, she said quietly, releasing him from the embrace and standing a little back to all her to full scrutinize him for the first time. His bleached out appearance was strange, and made even moreso by the fact that his preternaturally pale face and silver curls were placed above his pitch black robe, but somehow all that managed to do was draw your gaze upwards, it was certainly an unusual sensation. She wanted to ask what death was like, but something stopped her, fear of an answer perhaps? Or fear that there would be none? She didn’t know and at the moment didn’t know how to ask. “So now you go to battle once more?” She asked for want of anything else to say, she wanted to continue the conversation but didn’t know what to say… |
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| Darkwind | Aug 6 2006, 03:05 AM Post #24 |
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His eyes sparkled with merriment. "Actually, I wouldn't mind a bath first. I may not hunger or need rest anymore, but that doesn't mean I like feeling filthy after a long trek!" Growing serious for a change, he continued. "But yes, I'll be leaving with the others sometime in the near future. I'll certainly try my best to stay safe--I doubt I'd be given another chance like this again." Definitely best not to tell her what would happen if he survived to see the mission through to the end. In fact, it would probably be best for her if he distanced himself from her. But his heart ached--he'd missed her, damn it! He still could not do it. He forced his tone to lighten again. "One of the upsides is that I don't age anymore. See, and you were worried you would have to watch me grow old and die! Tsk, tsk, tsk." |
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| Castamir | Aug 14 2006, 11:19 AM Post #25 |
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Skafloc avoided looking at the Mist-Master as he confirmed the Barbarian's blunt views on the prisoners. They were his people, not Skafloc's, and the Barbarian didn't want to think about how he would have felt if it had been members of his own tribe that were being talked about with such cold logic. I shall try to make sure that any losses are fully paid for in Fey'ri blood. he promised silently, the threat of battle and bloodshed speeding his heart rate and sharpening his senses even now. He absorbed the further information the Mist-Master laid out, committing the maps to memory. Maps he could deal with, in fact he was good at maps. The writing around the maps, and the place markers, those he did not understand, but for this job, he felt that reading and writing was the least of his worries. Despite the saying, Skafloc was still convinced he could do a lot more damage with his axe than he could with a pen. Though even armed with a pen he would probably still be fairly dangerous, though it was probably mostly down to the fact that the brawny tribesman was actually quite dangerous regardless of what he was attacking you with, rather than any deadly threat offered by a sharpened hollow stick or feather that might have been dipped in ink. |
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| Pamela | Aug 15 2006, 04:02 PM Post #26 |
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Llana stood to be able to view the Mist-Master’s described route on the map before him. It seemed straightforward enough- assuming that the elves had been too busy making their headquarters habitable rather than in restructuring them. There would have been far too much to do in the handful of years for any major renovations- that at least was reassuring. She braced herself for any potential argument on the prisoners. She wasn’t hard-hearted but she also knew the limitations imposed by their numbers and abilities. She would do her best- for the best of all of them. If it were a simple matter of teleporting in and out, she had no qualms, especially if prisoners were conveniently located in the vicinity of the shard. Once the shard was gone, it would be easier to track down the fey’ri and their captives. “We will do our best,” she assured the illusionist, and turned to the others. “I believe we have nothing more to discuss, except our own plans,” she said looking around at the small party. |
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| Mwa13 | Aug 17 2006, 05:54 AM Post #27 |
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Jonas listened closely to what the Mistmaster had to say, staring at the map at the same time. He agreed that the crystal was the priority in this mission. Their own numbers were very few, so they surely could not spare the time to aid any of the prisoners. Jonas turned to look at Llana and simply nodded in agreement. |
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| eocine | Aug 26 2006, 11:53 AM Post #28 |
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Her eyes twinkled in the falling darkness, a combination of unshed tears and perhaps a hint of hope for the future embedded there somewhere. “You always were the more accustomed to cleanliness and comfortable living of the pair of us weren’t you?” Asked Cherissa rhetorically as she reached up to brush one of Greg’s bleached white locks behind his ear. “That was before I got to see you die in another way”, she responded sadly to his words on watching him grow old and die… “Still”, she steeled herself and pushed away any sadness for a time when it could be better expressed, “you should rest after such a journey”, said Cherissa as she turned away to quickly check that all of the pegasii were reined in. Once she was certain of that she turned back to Greg and then led him down to where his old rooms were. As the door opened he could see that they had been left totally untouched, not so much as a mote of dust had been allowed to fall in the room. Nor had any of Cherissa’s personal effects been removed, yet it was clear that it hadn’t been lived in either, the stillness of the air indicated that. Instead it seemed obvious that she had taken herself out and then reequipped herself. She ground the toe of her boot into the floor in what was probably embarrassment and then turned to look at him. “He is no doubt aware that you’re here but is dealing with the other guests at the moment, I’m sure he shall not be long”, she promised. “Please make yourself at home once more”, Cherissa moved towards the door slowly and then turned to smile at him once more… “Know that it is good to have you back here, you have been much missed.” For a moment she looked as if she was about to say more, but abruptly she walked away and closed the door behind her, hurrying off towards chores and tasks unknown. |
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| eocine | Aug 26 2006, 11:55 AM Post #29 |
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At Llana’s words on there being nothing more to discuss the Mist-Master rose to his feet… “Then if you will forgive me for this appalling rudeness I must bid you goodnight, for there is much left for me to do tonight.” He turned his head across the warriors gathered and as he did so the lines in his face were etched out more deeply than before, truly showing how tired and stressed the mage was by the upcoming and ongoing problems with the Fey’ri. “I shall see you all in the morning, until then I suggest that you get your rest… For there shall be little enough of that in the hard times that await us all”. With that he rose and left the room, the door closing behind him. He had sensed the arrival of one who he knew to be dead, so what did that mean? Had the being been evil his innumerable wards would have dealt with him by now? Holding his hand out to his side he pressed against the cool stone, stone which twisted and warped away from his touch to leave a portal that he stepped into, heading down towards the room that Greg had once called his own. |
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| Darkwind | Aug 26 2006, 03:00 PM Post #30 |
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He did not reply, stunned at the sight of their rooms. That they didn't get rid of his belongings was incredible enough, but that she didn't remove hers...! Deja vu hit him hard. Over the years since his return, he'd learned things about his new body. It was apparently perfectly life-like--warm to the touch, supple without a hint of rigor mortis and with all the senses intact. However, his heart did not beat, his stomach did not churn, his blood did not flow. All the internal organs were no longer necessary since he was animated by energy directly--positive energy, he assumed, since he knew he was no undead. But it seemed that he was still able to experience phantom pains, of sorts. As he contemplated their untouched bed, he could swear he felt a special itch. No matter that that part of him had been so much useless flesh since his return. The sight pained him, and he contemplated taking other rooms. Would it bother 'Rissa? Probably. Somewhat dejected, he started for the bathroom. In truth, he didn't need a bath. He only said that to relieve the mood of their conversation somewhat. A few quick splashes of water on his face and hands, a few strokes of a brush to get his hair in order, and he was done. |
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| eocine | Aug 26 2006, 04:00 PM Post #31 |
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A few moments after the Mist-Master had left, the broad figure of Tomas Serdin also rose to his feet. “You all know what’s at stake here, so I shall not insult you by insinuating otherwise” said the cleric as he pushed his chair carefully back under the massive table. “Instead I shall wish you all the best and tell you that all of our prayers are with you, for what you do know affects more lives that you can know, and certainly more than will ever be aware of it”. He first went to Llana’s side and laid a hand on her slight shoulder, “you have before aided in the slaying of a God’s avatar, but believe me when I say that this is no less of a challenge”. With some fondness he looked down at the red-haired half elf before continuing, “I know that this doesn’t need saying, but it is in my nature to speak so you must forgive me… Remember to keep faith in your Goddess no matter what you may see and hear, and also keep faith in your comrades through this mission, for they will all have a part to play before this story is done.” That said he then moved over to where Jonas sat, taking in again the young man’s strange appearance. Serdin’s knowledge of the planes was second to none so of course he knew what the Tiefling was, but even so… “To you our Planar companion I task remaining ever aware of what abounds you, and not letting curiosity lead your neck into the noose that hangs you. You know better than anyone that appearances are deceptive, so don’t forget that lesson and hold on to who you are moreso than what you are…” Skafloc came next, and Serdin approached him, holding out a hand to the hugely muscular barbarian, grasping the younger man’s forearm and then pulling him close in the manner of the traditional inter tribal greetings of the northern barbarians. “By now you have carved a path of destruction that even your oldest and most fearsome ancestors would be proud, and bards already sing of you in the far north… Should you succeed here though then your name and that of your people will live forever in the tales of people across Faerun”. Serdin released his crushing grip on Skafloc’s forearm and then turned to Karosin… “I tasked you last time with keeping her”, he tilted his head to Llana, “safe”… “This time though you, and your comrades are tasked with keeping all of Aber-Toril safe”. He smiled slightly, “do you think you’re up to it?” Karosin responded with nothing more than a tight smile of his own and a nod, to which the Priest himself nodded then walked to the door. “Trust in yourselves and each other, and know that what you do now is amongst the greatest things that any who call themselves hero on these lands have ever done. What you face is a timeless evil, one that has been festering for centuries and now seeks to wreak its revenge on us all.” He looked back at them, and it seemed that there may have been tears in his eyes, but this may of course have simply been a trick of the light. “I leave you now, but believe me when I say that you’ll be in the prayers of us all when tomorrow begins”. With that he eased the door open and slipped through it, leaving the small group alone… |
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| Pamela | Aug 26 2006, 05:11 PM Post #32 |
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“There is nothing to forgive; good night, sir,” Llana replied to the Mist-Master. She was a little worried herself about their few numbers. Perhaps this will be as this morning’s adventure; a danger greatly overestimated. She was certainly hoping so…though not so stupid as to count on it. She personally saw this taking a few days rather than a few hours; they would have to proceed slowly without a mage to counter their opponents’ disposition towards the arcane. Her sense of gloom began to lift as her old friend rose to also bid them adieu. She smiled gratefully at his offered prayers, and her smile broadened as he approached her. She reached up to hug him warmly at his reminder of that old first encounter; hadn’t that one’s prognosis also been gloomy? “Thank you for the reminder,” she murmured, “And Goddess’ blessing, Tomas, till we meet next.” She watched him as he said his goodbyes, nearly laughing at his words to Karosin, and her husband’s own silent, short reply. She questioned herself the greatness of their deed, but was able to appreciate the danger the danger they were facing, and the cleric’s good intentions. And knowing him, he will be doing what he can to help if he feels that it’s required, she thought, recalling that old tomb in the Fields of the Dead. When he’d departed, she turned to the others. “Now, to discuss spells and strategies…” |
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| Mwa13 | Aug 26 2006, 05:59 PM Post #33 |
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Jonas slightly rose up from his chair and gave the Mistmaster a slight bow to bid the man a good night. He then sat back in his chair and watched the Mistmaster leave before turning his attention towards Tomas. He stared at the floor and thought of Tomas' first words, not really paying attention to what he said to Llana. He wondered how many lives they would in the end affect. Jonas lifted his gaze at Tomas and nodded to his wise words, no smile on his face this time, but a stern and confident stare. "I shall keep my eyes open at all times, to keep us all safe from danger. You have my word." He listened to Tomas give everyone an individual prayer and his smile started to re-appear upon his face. He frowned slightly at Tomas' last words. He had never even considered calling himself a hero, he hoped that he wouldn't be started to be called a hero after all of this. He didn't want the publicity, he had enough friends already. Jonas turned towards Llana as she spoke and wore his usual wide smile. "Do you have some plans in mind?" He didn't ask just Llana, but everyone else as well. |
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| eocine | Aug 27 2006, 02:04 PM Post #34 |
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Karosin said nothing to the Mist-Master, offering merely a nod as the man left. He had no need to be coddled and couldn’t truthfully give a damn about his other arrangements now, the time for talking had almost ended, and then only action would matter, and it was in these circumstances that he thrived. The maps suggested that there really was only one entrance, the Delimbyr River meant that one way was impossible, and apparently there was a wall around the vast majority of the ruin. Still walls were made to be scaled so if need be he suspected he could get up the side of it… But could the others? He wondered to himself… It was certainly something that could be considered, after all you would have to imagine that there would be guards and traps laid out in case of unwelcome visitors. The Fey’ri were presumably not total idiots and thus would surely have prepared against the threat of an incursion. Still given that they couldn’t actually see the ruins to prepare ahead of time it was probably not a valid use of time right now to over-speculate as to of what nature they would be. When Serdin had risen to his feet Karosin had watched the older man carefully, they had met on a few occasions and invariably it had been before something bad had happened, so his presence wouldn’t probably have been a good sign but for one thing. The fact that when bad things happened he often found himself at his best. Experience, training and natural abilities had turned him into a talented killer, not a proud boast to most but when it’s what you’re best at it’s hard not to feel some sense of pleasure at being able to use those skills. It had been rarely in his years that he had come across a challenge he couldn’t handle, and then invariably he’d gone away, trained and prepared better and returned to try again, so whilst he couldn’t say for sure that he’d be upto the challenge that was set out before them he could be damn sure that he’d do his best to see it through to the end. When the burly Cleric had finally left and Llana turned to them all he twisted in his chair and turned to face the others, he had a few ideas and he proceeded to share them as best he could with the others, trying though as he always did to leave room for improvisation as and when it was needed. |
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| eocine | Aug 27 2006, 08:02 PM Post #35 |
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The Mist-Master emerged from the portal in the same corridor that housed Greg’s room. Focusing again on his connection to the citadel he allowed his mind to spread throughout the whole expanse of his domain. Still no evil could be sensed, yet there was a strong emotion from this area, a decided melancholy, a sadness of almost epic proportions. A ghost then? He pondered, it was certainly possible, Greg’s death had been unfair in that it was a necessary event, but unfair that it should have befallen him. Martyrdom is a burden that is much to bear in this life and the next one. If that was the case though how to react? If if did no harm then?... Of course there was Cherissa and the others to consider, did they need to know about the return of what felt like their friend? They have a right to know really, thus he resigned himself to deal with the problem and then tell them what had occurred. Reaching the door to Greg’s old room The Mist-Master mentally commanded the door to open then raised his hand, which gleamed with a vibrant golden light… A light which instantly began to flicker and then fade as he was confronted with a sight he hadn’t ever expected to see. “Well my friend… This is indeed a surprise”, he said without flinching or looking surprised for more than a few seconds, still to someone who had known him as well as Greg had it would have been a distinctly unusual display of perturbation. A slight smile flickered across his face as he rapidly contemplated the exact situation… “I take it that your arrival at this moment isn’t mere coincidence?” |
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| Castamir | Aug 27 2006, 10:24 PM Post #36 |
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Skafloc had been away from his homeland and it's surroundings, and from Fearun, for years, though he took the proffered hand and embrace as if he'd never been away. He grinned at the Cleric's words, since he had been away he had indeed carved a bloody path through his enemies, though it had done little to ease the burning anger, or the subconscious guilt the barbarian was all too often possessed with. It had taught him many things though, above all it had taught him that while he still did not value his own life, there was still value in the world around him, and while the afterlife still beckoned, he didn't intend to let it claim him easily. If this quest were to take his life, it would be dearly brought, no quiet end, no silent fading from life awaited this warrior's story. Megrim would understand that waiting a while longer was worth the occasional extra chapter, for where she resided, in a land of eternal youth and bountiful harvest, the wait would not be painful or long, indeed Skafloc reckoned that the extra time would allow more preparation time for the feast he was expecting when he made his triumphant homecoming. He would be welcomed. He was sure of it. Though it couldn't hurt to slay more enemies, more tribute to the dead. He cleared his mind as best he could and turned it back to the task at hand, and their way into the lair of Skafloc's latest enemy.. |
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| Darkwind | Aug 28 2006, 01:09 AM Post #37 |
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In public, he tried not to appear sad--it did nothing but made others feel bad. He spoke with somewhat a forced cheer. "Oh, hi Misti." He knew it annoyed the illusionist to no end when he used the nickname he made up for him. That came close second to 'Misti-Masti', the full version. But come on--the man could use some frivolity, he was so serious all the time. "Actually, it is a complete coincidence. I've been after the fey'ri for a while now, and just recently decided that my formidable powers were not quite up to that task. So, I decided to come visit you and ask for help--and was surprised to find out you're pursuing a similar end." He looked around before continuing. "Thanks for keeping my room intact, as it were. Not something I really expected you to do for a dead man. I appreciate it, though." He followed that with a typically mercurial change of topic. "Azure gave me some details--something about a group of adventurers--but I'd like to hear it all from you. What are you planning?" |
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| eocine | Aug 28 2006, 01:07 PM Post #38 |
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It was unadulterated surprise that stopped the Mist-Master from scowling at the familiarity of the nickname, something that he had become rather accustomed to doing over the years that he had known Greg. His appearance had changed as well, looking bleached out and unnaturally pale… Still he was also clearly not a ghost or an undead, he was something else, something that even the Mist-Master had never encountered before. Still the circumstances quickly became mildly irrelevant, there would be time enough for explanations later. The most important thing was the fact that Greg’s arrival gave the party a much needed boost in terms of arcane power. “You might have dropped by at least once”, he observed… “It would have been nice to have known that you were still around.” Noted the Mist-Master, all the while wondering exactly how this had passed by his agents for so long. He wasn’t used to being surprised and didn’t much like it when it did happen. He waved away the thanks on the room situation, in truth it hadn’t really been upto him, it had more been a case of abiding by Cherissa’s wishes, and besides which there was hardly a shortage of space in the citadel. Onto the meat of the matter then… “You more than any know the power of the Gate-Keeper’s Crystal… unfortunately it would seem that the Fey’ri have become aware of both its existence and its powers”. He let the words hand in the air for a moment, knowing that Greg would understand what it meant. “We have however managed to retrieve two pieces, and tomorrow go in search of the third, which we believe is in the Earelaini ruins at Elven-Port.” “Tomorrow we go in to retrieve the final piece, before I seal it away for what will hopefully be all time”… |
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| Darkwind | Aug 29 2006, 05:28 AM Post #39 |
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"I might have. But considering the shock and distrubance I've already created here, perhaps it was good that I didn't." He almost added And you might have made an effort to bring us back, but decided against it. It would only make the Mist-master defensive and guilty, and no one liked to feel guilty. He'd come to get his help, not to antogonize him. "Yes, the Crystal. Azure mentioned that was what you were after. A worthy goal, and inasmuch as it coincides with my own mission, I'll be glad to help out. If you can tolerate me, that is. What about these adventurers? What do you know about them?" |
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| eocine | Aug 29 2006, 06:31 PM Post #40 |
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“I think that you’ll find that we can do more than merely tolerate you…” Replied the Mist-Master with the merest trace of a smile on his face. The deaths of Greg and the others sacrificed had long been a stain on his soul, and the man’s arrival today went some way towards cleansing that. “As individuals they are all exceptional, they of course would need to be given what they face here…” He paused fo think for a second, as the absurdity of the conversation washed over him but continued, “the one thing that they truly lack is someone with your own command of the arcane, so in that respect it’s a truly remarkable stroke of good fortune that you have arrived now…” “They will also be attempting to free any that the Fey’ri have imprisoned…” |
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