An RP in the World of Avernum *Reloaded*
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Law Bringer
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quote:I never actually said, but the idea is that I left the western Great Cave because of the Abyss Knights. I actually did leave a garrison of 250 men in Fort Remote, but other than that, who wants the lands west of there? Edit: I don't like this idea of dating your posts. It will just cause squabbling about how long it takes to do things. Edit 2: Nikki, please check your PMs. [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 10:19: Message edited by: Tyranicus ] -------------------- "You're drinking liquor because you're thirsty? How nasty is your freaking water?" —Lazarus Spiderweb Chat Room Avernum RP • Summaries • OoC • Roster Shadow Vale - My site, home of the Spiderweb Chat Database, BoA Scenario Database, & the A1 Quest List, among other things. Posts: 1556 | Registered: Sunday, November 20 2005 08:00 |
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Guardian
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On behalf of GoldenKing: Bors breathed a sigh of relief as the last of the bandits fell. It had gotten difficult for a moment, but then the majority of the bandits had broken off to the cave-side of the fort. So the Avernites still have a military presence, it seems, he though to himself as he walked down the fort with his men and the Dominion's. "Check the bandits, make sure that..." A ringing noise made him turn around. He had found the Avernites, and their stance was definitely hostile. The prepared speech he had made was useless now, he was sure they would have been grateful for the aid. Realizing the lead Avernite had spoken to him, he jerked out of his reverie. "Greetings, Captain William. I am Captain Bors, co-leader of this expedition on behalf of the Hunters." He gestured to Alexandria. "This is Battlemage Alexandria, co-leader of this expedition on behalf of the Dominion of the Learned. It is of interest of both our factions to come into contact with the forces of Avernum, for mutual protection and trade. Know that neither the Hunters nor the Dominion has designs on the ownership of Avernum, above or below." Alexandria made to move towards the captain, but Bors brushed her back. No doubt the fool woman wanted to talk to the Avernite about her precious crystals before he was sure the man wasn't hostile. He had asked before about why the wizards needed crystals, and had regretted it. After being told how 'induced refraction upon orthagonal axis caused the resonance to increase exponentially', he had tuned out. He gripped his sword tightly. This could turn out messy, and he doubted he had enough men in his meager expedition to fight these Avernites. *** "But, my Lord, you ask the impossible! There is no way the shipwrights could possiblily construct a fleet of the size you..." "It is of no consequence what is possible or not," Tygra interrupted. "What I want you to do is get those shipwrights to work harder, for the glory of the Hunters." The man began to shake his head, but then Tygra's spell came into full effect. "It shall be as you say, my great Lord." When the man had left, Tygra leaned back and sighed. A useful thing, that spell. It keep the people obeying, when they wouldn't otherwise. After the failed attempt to take the tome, he had placed it in a hidden safe. But that wasn't good enough. He would have a defense fleet constructed, no matter what excuses those below him made! -------------------- Your turn again, Nikki. I'm not sure how GoldenKing has his spell invoked, so I left it ambiguous. I don't know if I like the date idea. It's going to lead to rules lawyering debating whether a certain action can take place in a certain amount of time. [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 09:31: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 10:26
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OoC: quote:I have to agree here. Honestly, as much as it reminds me of Discworld's Librarian (which makes me laugh), I'll gladly switch my acronym to DoK. After all, that's been the abbreviation in its BoA context. I also dislike the idea of dating posts. It would definitely cause far more squabbling than good. But for clarity's sake, my posts have been a stretch of ≈3 days, all about two weeks after the assassinations. (That said, some people are definitely jumping ahead of themselves and everyone else, and counting that as a "surprise attack") For the record: Please direct the OoC conversations HERE. It'll save a lot of confusion and clutter... [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 11:42: Message edited by: Ephesos ] -------------------- Gamble with Gaea, and she eats your dice. I hate undead. I really, really, really, really hate undead. With a passion. Posts: 4130 | Registered: Friday, March 26 2004 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 10:43
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For the record, I consider the surface map ludicrously wrong. Nice job on the Avernum map, though. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 10:48
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Ook: The map was supposed to be vague too. You can't draw vagueness, however. I'd thought about making Ephesos DoK to avoid confusion. I'll change it. I was never at the north end of the mountains. I had intended to be at the southeastern end originally, but Prem's directions made more sense if it was at the western foot, and since I hadn't specified it before there was no harm in adjusting. I'm definitely south of you, Slarty, and north of Thralni. -------------------- Encyclopaedia Ermariana • Forum Archives • Forum Statistics • RSS [Topic / Forum] My Blog • Polaris • I eat novels for breakfast. Polaris is dead, long live Polaris. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Raven v. Writing Desk
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 10:54
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Aran, that really does not answer my question. Are you on the strait, or not? -------------------- Slarty vs. Desk • Desk vs. Slarty • Timeline of Ermarian • G4 Strategy Central Posts: 3560 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 11:11
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OOC: Nice maps! Only 2 quips: 1) I'm pretty sure that the Hunters had far more territory than that. Goldenking said in one post that he controlled everything between the Anama and the Dominion. 2) Shouldn't Alex control all of Aizo? His faction name seems to suggest so. 3) I have some outposts in the Tinraya area too, but I don't really control anything anywhere. I'd say just stick with the southern mountains and nothing else. -------------------- But I don't want to ride the elevator. Posts: 420 | Registered: Sunday, January 8 2006 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 11:46
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OOC: Time for a bit of expansion. :cool: IC: After the deaths of two mages, it became clear that adjusting the defensive spells laid down by the Empire was implausible. In response to this, Acrio ordered four outposts to be set up around their island Fortress. As he speaks with Denrich he points to several locations on a map that has been laid out on the table. "I want two to three mages positioned at each of these locations. They will work in shifts, each group being replaced every two weeks." "I agree with your plan Sulfi, however may I make one more suggestion." "What is it Denrich?" "I believe it would serve us well to have an outpost in the Eastern Gallery as well. I propose this small island. It was was home to a slith fortress in the earlier days; however, if I recall correctly it has been uninhabited since then." "Very well, we shall send a few mages there as well. However, this will not leave many left at the main fortress." "Leave me to handle that Sulfi. I believe our contacts from the Guild are waiting to speak with you downstairs." Sure enough as Acrio stepped down to the docks he came upon four men who certainly looked out of place in this mage-filled environment. "It is good to see that the Guild has survived through this time of turmoil." "Spare us the pleasantries, we have traveled quite a distance to be here. Instead, we would prefer just to get down to business." "Very well. Recently we sent a group of scouts into the waters that bordered the Abyss. We have since discerned that they were attacked and an item which is very valuable to us has been stolen." "And you want us to retrieve it for you?" "If possible." "For what payment?" "We don't have much gold. However, we can pay you in potions and scrolls if you desire." OOC: To be more specific, Khoth's Disciples now have an outposts at the following locations: The shore to the south of their current location, the shore to the west of their current location, the shore bordering the exit to the waterfall warren, the island in the cave section to the north {where the Slith Fort was in A1}, and of course the island mentioned by Denrich in the Eastern Gallery. [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 11:47: Message edited by: Lt. Sullust ] -------------------- Lt. Sullust Cogito Ergo Sum Polaris Posts: 2462 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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quote:1) After the wand-cannon fleet, I'll take all of those claims with a grain of salt. Is it realistic for him to control the entire area? If so, I'll change it. 2) I asked about this in the chat, and was told he only controls the central part. Since the rest is unclaimed territory, it doesn't make much difference; he can expand. -------------------- Encyclopaedia Ermariana • Forum Archives • Forum Statistics • RSS [Topic / Forum] My Blog • Polaris • I eat novels for breakfast. Polaris is dead, long live Polaris. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Apprentice
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:26
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Ummmm.... could you make a map of the already taken lands and the factions who own them? Thanks! -------------------- Reality is overrated. Visit the official Amana site with this URL. www.freewebs.com/Richia4444 Posts: 15 | Registered: Wednesday, March 22 2006 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:30
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Um, its already done, look at Arancaytar's (The Threadless Thread) earlier post, or at his sig. P.S. Aran, earlier the links in your signature to the maps weren't working, however the links in the post where you told us you made the maps worked fine. I haven't checked them in a while though. -------------------- Guaranteed to blow your mind. Frostbite: Get It While It's...... Hot? Posts: 900 | Registered: Monday, August 8 2005 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:34
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Please put all out of character posts in the OoC Thread. Thank you. -------------------- "You're drinking liquor because you're thirsty? How nasty is your freaking water?" —Lazarus Spiderweb Chat Room Avernum RP • Summaries • OoC • Roster Shadow Vale - My site, home of the Spiderweb Chat Database, BoA Scenario Database, & the A1 Quest List, among other things. Posts: 1556 | Registered: Sunday, November 20 2005 08:00 |
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Raven v. Writing Desk
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1. The map is disputed and currently under revision, so use it at your own risk. 2. Please direct all future OOC comments to the OOC thread Ephesos has started for those purposes. -------------------- Slarty vs. Desk • Desk vs. Slarty • Timeline of Ermarian • G4 Strategy Central Posts: 3560 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:46
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On the behalf of TM, who is too kool for skool (and the OOC thread). Barbariccia. "Master Rubicante, sir!" cried a messenger. Rubicante put down his quill (which was obsolete, but preferred for its style). "Your name... Bother, I seem to have--" "Franklin, sir. Anywho, the news is that our previously dormant contact in Sharamik has been contacted by a group calling themselves the 'Looters.' Apparently, they are the raiding force between Lorelei and Sharamik." "You mean, they're the ones who--" "Who were harassing our units, yes. They're also responsible for the attack on Southport. But that's not the most important news." "Then tell--" "They want the assistance of Cagnazzo's fleet to dismantle the Hunters. Apparently, they too have a quarrel with them. They also offered to pay good money for the fleet to start attacking." Rubicante laughed. "They want to pay us for what we were going to do anyway? Very well- fine by me! Tell them to start giving us pay. The Hunters are trying to construct a defensive fleet: Our first step will be to crush that. Oh, but when you contact these 'Looters' again... Do fail to mention that we had already planned to follow their 'orders'. And do not mention that they have previously harassed us either." Rubicante turns to Cagnazzo. "Well, Master Pirate! It seems as if we've found our land army." The messenger interrupts again. "Sir, the Looters appear to be obsessed with magical items and artifacts. My fear is that they might be after the tome that the Hunters use..." Rubicante sneers. "Well, that much is obvious. But-- and don't tell them this either-- we will be confiscating that tome and burning it. These 'Hunters' have proven quite efficiently what some magical trinket combined with bandit-like ambition can be capable of together. Anyway, any more useful knowledge?" The messenger shakes his head. "No, sir. There is none." Rubicante claps twice and the messenger takes off. ---- "..." "What's bothering ye, Rubicante?" "Scar. See, I have this silvered sphere- a counterpart to the golden one. It tells me what status Scarmiglione is in... And currently, he has yet to be summoned. I'm not sure what the delay is, and I'm not sure that I like it." "Um... Sir? What sign does it give that Scar has been summoned?" "Well, the silver lining will begin to peel off, revealing an obsidian sphere within." "Then... Well, sir. Look down at yer desk..." Rubicante slowly tilts his head downward, then immediately throws the silvered ball out of his hands. "No! Hell! He's started. Scar will be back in this world within the next hour. Pray that when the silver has come off, we fail to notice its absence." "Sir?" "In other words, pray that Scarmiglione does not surpass his duties." [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 13:25: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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Shaper
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OOC: That's already been posted. Also if we post all OOC's in the other thread, how will we know which goes with which post? -------------------- Lt. Sullust Cogito Ergo Sum Polaris Posts: 2462 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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His link is broken. :( -------------------- Reality is overrated. Visit the official Amana site with this URL. www.freewebs.com/Richia4444 Posts: 15 | Registered: Wednesday, March 22 2006 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:58
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Bargha. The throne room is empty except the figure in the black plate mail. A door opened and Xao emerged, looking flustered. "Opus. What's going on?" "The Bargha raid that Grandmaster Vogt had his band out on - it was an ambush. Fifteen men were lost." "Fifteen men? Not so bad." "Yes. Because Vogt's band, upon discovering the trickery, withdrew almost immediately." There passed a silence. "Cavalier Jan Boleslaw is on his way here with Vogt's head." "Boleslaw, eh? Not bad. Not a brilliant man, but not stupid enough to try and clear us out. Assemble the Masters and draw up a plan to stay the course under his rule. I'll stay here and try to act surprised." Xao nodded and withdrew. [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 12:59: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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IC: The darkest cells underneath the city of Shayder were reserved for arrested mages and other enemies of the state. It was to these dank, earthen walled rooms that the aged jailer escorted Father Steele. The lone light for the journey was the jailer’s lantern, and on one side of the walkway was the rushing waters of the Shayder sewers. One of the guards nearly retched at the stench, and Steele was forced to hold a kerchief to his face, “If anyone ever questioned my devotion……….” Just when Steele began to wonder if his half-blind guide had gotten them lost, the jailer turned a corner and led him past a dozen cells. At the last one he jangled through his ring of keys until he found the one that fit the large iron lock. The door creaked open, and Steele and his two guards had to stoop to enter the low roofed cell, “I’ll leave you with the prisoner, father,” the jailer excused himself and stepped outside. The prisoner lay face down on a straw mat, and didn’t even acknowledge the priest’s presence. Steele waited in uneasy silence at first, but eventually spoke out, “Xavier ‘the Asp’ Cresden, you have been summoned to speak with the Archbishop Darius Knor.” The man didn’t stir. Father Steele tried again, “Xavier Cresden, master alchemist, your crimes against the people of Ermarian are numerous; our Archbishop, in his mercy, has seen fit to give you a chance to redeem yourself.” The man finally rolled over to stare up at the ceiling. “What does the Anama have to offer me?” Steele hesitated, clearly unnerved but trying unsuccessfully to cover it, “Life.” The Asp let out a croaking laugh, “Life lost all value the day your ilk threw me in this hole. You would do better to offer me death, I have wished for it often.” Steele spoke “Our island’s previous rulers were narrow-minded, the Archbishop sees how your knowledge of your art can benefit the Church. He offers you a new life, and freedom to live it as you see fit, a simple favor is asked in return.” The Asp finally sits up, a new light in his eye, “Aye, I’ll do what he asks, but not for your crazed religion, but so I can die in the sun instead of this pit.” -------------------------- The Asp entered the Archbishop’s chamber flanked by two guards, he had been bathed and dressed in new robes. When the Archbishop saw who had entered, he sent the guards out. He quickly outlined the Asp’s role in his plans for Karnold. When the Archbishop was finished he inquired, “So are you the man I need, or was I misinformed about your talents?” The Asp doesn’t hesitate, “Holly is largely used by peasants for simple healing draughts, it is for these properties that it is most known. However; few men know that when brewed with wormgrass, it has quite the opposite effect.” “Does this mean that you are up to the task?” The Asp smiles for the first time in many years, “Lets just say that it will be more than sufficient for your plans.” -------------------- Guaranteed to blow your mind. Frostbite: Get It While It's...... Hot? Posts: 900 | Registered: Monday, August 8 2005 07:00 |
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They were watched. Enhard knew it; he felt the hidden gaze as a tingle on the back of his neck, the well-developed paranoia of a seasoned warrior telling him that they were not alone. But, though his scouts scoured their flanks for a league in all directions, they did not flush out the spying eyes. He suspected who they were - and if they had not the courage to confront him, they were beneath him. They had passed through one more fortified town, but this baron welcomed them, if cautiously. At the least, he had not fired upon the Kazians from within the safety of his walls, and had allowed Enhard and some few of his personal guard to enter. Baron Thiedold had listened as Enhard spoke of his purpose and the tenets of Kaz, then looked into the high cleric's eyes and said, "I am not strong enough to stop your invasion, but I will not force my people to convert to a religion not their own." And Enhard had nodded, for he could see within this baron a good heart and noble conscience, and said, "Kaz does not take the unwilling worshipper. Only accept His dominion and His law, and He will extend to you His protection. We will build a temple, and a cleric will stay with the forces that Kaz grants for your protection, to teach all who wish to learn of Kaz and His glory." There had been relief in Thiedold's eyes as they left without conflict, and Enhard knew the dominion of Kaz would not be a hard yoke for this baron to bear. Already he followed many of the laws of decency and honour. Now, with the town behind them and the lessening river ahead, Enhard felt the prying eyes, and wondered. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 20:07
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"The entire village?" the head librarian still looked incredulous. Tarsin felt pity for the old man. He's never seen bloodshed in person, only read about it. Tarsin himself was no such bookworm; he had undertaken long journeys before on Keeper missions and was no stranger to combat. "A single survivor, the reports go. The innkeeper managed to get herself to safety, fled south across the river to Dorngas. She spoke of scenes of carnage - men, women, children slaughtered. The battle lasted only an hour; the town was razed methodically. "The nephilim planned their attack with exceeding precision, master." "With our assistance." Alfgar said voicelessly, his face slightly pale. "Indeed, and they have not forgotten." Tarsin produced a bundle wrapped in cloth and bound with string, and began to unwrap it. "They sent this; I picked it up from the entrance hall when I returned this morning." The string came undone, the cloth parting to reveal a leatherbound tome, which he placed on the desk. Alfgar bent forward to read the ancient lettering. "Of the Empyre from Beyonde the See and Theyre Arryval. The Annexation of Pralgad?" he looked stunned. "I had no idea there were surviving records..." "Possibly the only one on the continent, master. Surely one of less than five in the world." "And this is from the Library of Moon." It was less a question than a sigh. "Why, if I'd known they had---" "If you'll allow, master, I doubt they would have granted you access." There were many unspoken things in his face and his words. The Moon librarians were never on friendly terms with us was one of them. And now they are dead, thanks to us was another thing Alfgar didn't answer. Aloud, he commented, more to himself, "there appears to be blood on the cover." "It is but a tiny stain, master", Tarsin said, taking the remark literally. "We will be able to clean it easily." The magister turned and left the study, leaving Alfgar alone with his bloodied spoil of war. --- "Anything unusual, sir?" The archer turned to the mage, who had stopped quite suddenly. The mage raised his hand to command silence. Falko obeyed, mildly surprised. It was the last day of their patrol through the northern hills; nothing interesting had happened in the last week. Then, the mage bent over as if to survey the ground, plucking an ordinary-looking tuft of grass and placing it in his pocket. He walked on, and Falko hastened to follow. "A patch of evergrey. Hard to find in these parts; I'll have to pass on this location to the alchemists," Orson said. In Falko's head, the mage's telepathic voice sounded differently. I heard something. We are being followed; behave normally or you will alert them to our awareness. Without missing a beat, the archer asked, curiously, "what is it used for?" "Evergrey is a powerful disinfectant. Cures many diseases and clean the nastiest wounds. Almost as valuable as graymould." Orson fell silent. Talking too much was as conspicuous as suddenly falling silent. Wordlessly, the mage closed his eyes, concentrating. Falko noticed it out of the corner of her eyes, but knew better than to react. Orson muttered a formula under his breath, raising his right hand to see green trails of energy running across it. In a single fast movement, Orson whipped his arm and head around, gesturing at a scrub behind them and to the right. A limegreen bolt of energy shot towards the foliage and vanished; Falko recognized the characteristic sound of a Forcecage spell. "Well," said the mage, suddenly grinning as he walked over to the bush and gestured for Falko to follow, "let us see what we caught." --- [ooc: They may have just nabbed a goblin spy. Or they may not. Your call, Slarty.] [ooc: Prem, I'd react to Mareike's mission, but it seems a bit early. I will probably be able to scry her ship shortly after it leaves the coast.] [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 21:09: Message edited by: The Threadless Thread ] -------------------- Encyclopaedia Ermariana • Forum Archives • Forum Statistics • RSS [Topic / Forum] My Blog • Polaris • I eat novels for breakfast. Polaris is dead, long live Polaris. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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OOC: EDIT - Post removed for the sake of simplicity. [ Thursday, March 30, 2006 08:29: Message edited by: Archmage Alex ] -------------------- Take the Personality Test! Deep down, you wish you were a stick figure. Posts: 1629 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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OoC: Finally, a perspective change. IC: Staring at a workbench full of a night's failed work, Sister Elmleaf knew she had a few options. She could leave the prisoners securely anchored to the rear wall of the temple's infirmary. They'd have no chance to do damage there, and she was seriously worried about the Hunters' capabilities. She could administer a lethal dose of hemlock and make things easier for everyone. She could loosen their chains, and yell for the guards to stop them. With a sigh, she realized that she'd probably just keep trying until something worked. Why did Clearwater send these destructive fools to me? she thought, trying to think of something she'd forgotten to try. Mind-clearing spells had failed. Her most advanced healing and curing spells did nothing save irritate them. Restoration Brews had done nothing. She was running out of ideas, and she was beginning to worry about the fools tearing their chains out of the walls. Out of desperation, she dropped a sprig of lambswool (an herb native to Krell, reputed for its fluffy white sepals) into a flask of spring water, and swished it around for a while. While the herb soaked in the water, she watched the racist brutes fume and strain. When it was done mixing, she motioned to the warrior who stood guard in the infirmary with her. The staff-wielding warrior stepped up to the Hunter prisoners, and knocked one over the head with his staff. The man slumped over unconscious, and the rest suddenly quieted down. Without interference, the warrior unchained the unconscious prisoner, and brought him over to Elmleaf. She poured the potion down his throat, and cast a quick spell to awaken him. The prisoner sputtered, and groggily sat up. The attendant warrior readied himself, and kept his staff roughly a foot away from the prisoner's skull. And then, the prisoner broke down crying. ---------------- Brother Clearwater was again seated before the Council when the messenger from the temple arrived. He unrolled the scroll slowly, expecting the worst, but a smile slowly spread itself across his face. He dismissed the messenger, then turned to the Council. "Friends, the Hunters are as good as defeated. We have found the antidote to their mental magic. A simple sprig of lambswool seems to be enough to counteract the Hunter leader's persuasive abilities." According to the scroll, the prisoners had all either broken down crying upon realizing what they'd been doing, or remained eerily silent while Sister Elmleaf filled them in. Two had vomited upon learning the truth. One had confessed to supporting the Hunters' goals, but had refused to carry out a massacre ordered by a superior. After a personal talk with Tygra, he had carried out orders without flinching. "In any case, we will turn this cure over to the Guild, who can infiltrate the Hunters and start freeing the people. From what we can tell, the herb also bestows a degree of resistance to mental influences, so the Hunters will be hard-pressed to reconvert all of their 'loyal citizens' at once." "But that brings me to our next order of business... we have been contacted by the Guild, and they wish to start an all-out war with the Hunters." Immediately, the emissaries from Ouracasos and Ysanto objected. Others started arguing, and Clearwater had to shout to regain order. "Friends, wait. We have to do something soon. Maybe not now, but can we at least agree that we will support the Guild in its actions?" Tentative nods. "Okay, we can worry about sending troops later, but for now, we can send them the cure to the Hunters' advances. So then let's move on to other matters, such as reestablishing contact with Woodsmuir." The emissary from Isidar rose to speak. "I received a message via carrier pigeon from Isidar today. Aparently, a ship from Woodsmuir docked in the harbor of Trilka, and claimed to represent the new Woodsmuir government." "Go on." Brother Clearwater said once the emissary had stopped. "Well, from what they've gathered, the former capital is now run by a group of rebels. The old officials have been either killed or exiled to the jungles, and a certain King Accis has begun calling himself the new Emperor of Vantanas. My troops told the ship's owners otherwise, with extra pikes added for persuasion's sake." "Did they say anything about Accis' goals?" "Well, he has supposedly tried to distribute the wealth of the city equally among all citizens, or at least the ones who survived the revolution. This plan hasn't worked so well, but he's pursuing it quite adamantly. The rebels are trying to bring the surrounding lands under their control, and have met with intense resistance from native tribes and former Empire citizens alike. They seem content to rule Woodsmuir, despite the king's boasts." "Well, it seems that we must begin negotiations with this 'king'. I shall send a small group of warriors and priests, and any contributions from your troops will be appreciated." Brother Clearwater said, hoping for others to volunteer. I don't necessarily want to divert too many of the Order's men right now... defense must be our number one priority. Fortunately, Rincon of Eos raised a hand. "I'll have some guards here within the week, Brother." Others followed suit, and Brother Clearwater was happy to see a rough group of maybe a hundred warriors, guards, and priests form before his eyes. The republic of Tanan agreed to lend some archers to the cause, and the Numindian emissary even agreed to lend a mage. Brother Clearwater was intensely pleased. "Well then, I believe we have done enough work for tonight. I hereby dismiss the Council, with the hope that we can meet again tomorrow." And with that, most of the Council drifted off to the Floundering Crow. -------------------- Gamble with Gaea, and she eats your dice. I hate undead. I really, really, really, really hate undead. With a passion. Posts: 4130 | Registered: Friday, March 26 2004 08:00 |
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OOC: quote:{Yes, I know it shouldn't be here. But I just posted in the other thread. :P } The OOC thread is for the discussion on the RP; i.e the maps. IC: It was a couple of days later, and Riner was back in Solaria, still pondering the origins of the locket. He was in his study where he expected few interruptions. As usual, however, he was interrupted. 'Come in,' Riner said without looking up. Jalcom entered, and he had a length of parchment. 'Sir,' he started respectfully, 'we recieved a letter for you. It appears to be from a group of people, but we are not sure of their name.' He put it on the table, saluted Riner, and left. Placing the locket (which he still had no idea about, other than it was of Nephilian origin), he crossed to the table and opened the letter. It read: "To the leader of the group, Expect representatives of the Guild to be contacting you shortly. We come with no ill intentions. The Guild." After reading the message, Riner frowned. He had heard of the Guild before, but never been contacted personally. Turning back to the locket, he once again looked over every bit of the locket. He was getting very frustrated. Then with a snap of realization he saw a symbol on there, a symbol which he recognized from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. [ Monday, March 27, 2006 23:17: Message edited by: Spring ] -------------------- I'll put a Spring in your step. :ph34r: Posts: 2396 | Registered: Saturday, January 29 2005 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 22:53
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"The Tower of Magi has been all but obliterated, your grace," said Barstan, the leader of the scouting party Lartaynior had sent east. All the money that went into rebuilding it, only to have it razed again. How typical. "Did you find anything salvageable?" "A few scrolls, and some potions. I sent them to Thomys. There is one other thing, sire." "Yes?" "While we were examining the ruins, a portal appeared in the center of the tower. It was only there for a few seconds, but it was quite obviously a magical portal." "Did anything come through?" "No, your grace." "Alright. Did you have anything else to report." "No, sire, that is all." "Dismissed, soldier" "Yes, sire," saluting smartly, Barstan strode out of the room. Lartaynior had taken over a small inn in Torfen as his temporary headquarters and was upstairs in what had been the inkeeper's office. This news about the portal is quite interesting. It seems as if someone from Upper Avernum is trying to get down here. "Meryn!" he called to his aide. "Yes sire?" "Send for Selwyn please." "Right away sire." Selwyn had been the the liason between Avernum proper and the upper caves many years before. He was now part of Lartaynior's staff as a diplomat. In a few minutes, the gray-haired ambassador came into the room. "You wanted to see me sire?" "Yes. Take a squad of 50 men and go to the ruins of the Tower of Magi. I have reason to believe that the people of Upper Avernum are attempting to contact us. I would like you to be there if they succeed in getting a message through the portal." "Yes, sire. I can be ready to leave within the hour." "Very good. The sooner you can make it to the tower, the better I'll feel." Only the gods know what might happen if someone else is there to great a delegation from above. -------------------- "You're drinking liquor because you're thirsty? How nasty is your freaking water?" —Lazarus Spiderweb Chat Room Avernum RP • Summaries • OoC • Roster Shadow Vale - My site, home of the Spiderweb Chat Database, BoA Scenario Database, & the A1 Quest List, among other things. Posts: 1556 | Registered: Sunday, November 20 2005 08:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Monday, March 27 2006 00:51
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quote:1) Everyone has heard of the Guild. 2) What kind of magic can trace something to where it "belongs"? Do this the hard way. -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Happy Happy Joy Joy Encyclopedia Ermariana - Trapped in the Closet ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |