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| Freston | Jan 19 2006, 05:20 AM Post #121 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Akane, Gray: We will see, Arrhandir responded. We'll see how fast we can travel. Come, eat! Food is the least of our troubles. Come on! We'll be safe soon. He's right. He's bloody right. We got to move! The reaction of the half-Ogre was very intense, almost to the point of overwhelming. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Jan 19 2006, 06:32 AM Post #122 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Akane stumbled somewhat overwhelmed by the orc. We need to move now she thought. Do I tell them? No. Arrhandir, we need to move now! There is a caravan due today at, ... somewhere near here. Bandits follow it. They will attack us soon. We need to leave now! |
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| Freston | Feb 2 2006, 04:45 AM Post #123 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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OOC: WTF!!! I had posted about Falco waking up. But? Where is it?!? Putting him effectively on 1 HP. Falco: Intense, screaming pain ran through his body. His shoulder, where he was hit with the torch. And his face. Falco, touching his face, felt a deep wound that hurt as though it was inflicted by the devil himself. He looked around. He was inside the remnants of a building. Although debries of a torn down and overgrown something that might at one point in the past have been a building, would be a much better description. The walls where about 4 ft high at most places, non-existand at others. But it gave some shelter. Falco looked around, and saw his belongings scattered about the place. Clearly the Orcs went through his stuff. He missed his chain mail, his weapons and the little money he had. Other than that, the Orcs had left him what few possessions he called his own. Voices! The moment Falco tried to contact EsGee, he heard voices. Deep, grunting voices. The Orcs where still here! How long had he lain here? There was no way to tell. By the sun, Falco estimated it was a little over noon, but what day? After a little rest, because the pain was overwhelming, Falco picked up his belongings. Finding a way out of the town without the Orcs noticing was resonably easy. And Falco was on his way again. Once he was a good end on his way, and felt a safe distance from the Orcs, he drank some water from the river. Falco made only slow progress, having to rest a lot. But as he proceeded the next couple of days along the river, and heading south west, he felt his wounds healing. The plains he traveled through changed into hills. Forested hills. There was no clear border, but Falco felt he had entered Dwarven territory. Walking for days and days, Falco came across a road leading south. Following this road, Falco found it led to a bridge spanning the river he had been following. An armed patrol stood on the other side. And a sign: Welcome to Ithan Marshal law applies in border area Report to authorities before entering Next lodging: Wallac The authorities seemed to be the patrol leader guarding the bridge. He was unimpressed by Falco's weaponry, consisting of a log he would be able to wield in two hands. The patrol leader's message was short and specific: Don't make trouble. And with that, Falco was inside Ithan, realm of man. The southern kingdom of his kin. And when he had walked for about two hours he came upon a fortified village called Wallac. It was late in the afternoon. Farmland surrounded the village, reminding Falco how hungry he was. He had lived on a diet of whatever he was able to find along the way. What do you do? OOC: Just to be clear, you've lost your chain mail, weapons and money. You do however have found a piece of log suitable as a two handed club (1d10, crit 20 x2). Also, you've regained your HP but you've got a large burn scar on your left shoulder and a scar in your face. |
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| Freston | Feb 2 2006, 05:16 AM Post #124 |
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Akane, Gray: Hurry! Move! Arrhandir had changed. His relaxed self he had appeared yesterday was gone. Everything he did was done in fast, almost explosive motions. It appeared his skin was darker, his eyes where greener, and so was his hair. Ah, we travel! Yes, to Ithan... To safety. Come on, time's wasting! He led Akane and Gray through the landscape. The mountains they had left behind, and they walked through the hills. A road. A bridge. An armed patrol stood on the other side. And a sign: Welcome to Ithan Marshal law applies in border area Report to authorities before entering Next lodging: Wallac Selfconvidend Arrhandir stepped over the bridge, raising one hand in a salute. Captain of the Queens Guard! We seek entrance and protection! Darkness stirs up north. The captain of the guard stood silent for a second. Then he replied, what news have you got? Dwellers of the underdark, I've found tracks Arrhandir responded. Yes, we know the captain said. Settlements are being attacked. We've doubled our guard. It's good you've come here. Go to Wallac, you'll be safe there. It's not my own safety I seek Arrhandir responded, but that of my companions. We leave now. Following Arrhandir, Akane and Gray walked for an hour or two. They saw a fortified village, a fortress was more like it. Surrounded by farmland. And they saw a figure walking ahead of them. He carried a shield on his back and a large log over his shoulder. he too was heading towards Wallac. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 2 2006, 06:00 AM Post #125 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Underdark? Drow? Mayhaps they were the same, if which she could not gain a position of security soon enough. The village ahead looked promising in that respect. A fellow traveler? Carefully, Akane let down her mental barriers, so as to see him. Spirits whirled around him, dancing in glee. Some raged, some wept, and they all spun like a cloak around the fellow, who seemed unaware of them. Slowly, Akane turned back to her companions, to look at them. Both were as to appear normal, but they were subetly odd. She could not sense what it was exalctly, and left off looking at them. The figure ahead might be like her, or might not be aware of it. What should she do? To tell him, and risk being hanged for necromancy, or remain silent, and spirits know what happen? Maybe Arrhandir could help... To trust him, or not. He had not hurt her, only helped. She would tell him. Arrhandir she whispered to him. The traveler ahead is covered by spirits all around him, and he seems unaware of it.Her thoughts voiced, she waited and dearly hoped she had made the right choice. To the pack loyalty. To the death, and beyond. Slay the Drow, all of them. Avenge us all, slay the woodsman who killed our trees. Kill... Voices whirled in her head, and they spoke to her, louder and louder till she could hear herself no more. Despertly Akane shut down the barriers, to shut out the voices, and the world that few save she coudl see. |
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| Didge | Feb 6 2006, 04:39 PM Post #126 |
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Residential Alaskan Igloo & Walrus Inspector
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Falco had taken the journey to Ithan hard. Harder than he should have. Thoughts of failure kept creeping into the recesses of his mind, and he would be forced to stop, and clear his head in order to continue on throughout the journey. Visions of what had happened blurred his conscious reality and he could not help but feel both the past and present at play in his mind’s eye. The orcs had left him alive, for what reason he could not fathom. That was their first mistake. Revenge will not help you here, a voice had called to him from his mind, your feelings are strong but you must leave while you can, grow strong the voice continued. The orcs had taken all that of value, including his coins, but those things were just that. Things, easily replaced. When he had awoken and gathered what little items he could, the first thing he sought was not a weapon, but rather a dirty rag of a garment. His only remembrance of his late parents was the scraps of clothing that he had collected from their deaths. For that, Falco had decided to listen to the voice from within. He gathered what he could of his supplies and left the orc encampment, never looking back. The voices that were so proud and arrogant before were no more than a whisper in the back of his mind along the journey. They were still there, almost imperceptibly offering advice, but never loud enough for Falco’s conscious mind to grasp. Even the voice that had encouraged him to leave was strangely silent. This left Falco a great deal of time to contemplate his existence in the vast world. He needed to grow stronger, but how? He had already proven himself worthy of the right to pursue his past and yet now he had no weapons, no armor, and no money for his journey. Determined, Falco decided that this too was a test from the spirits. For EsGee had been there, waiting for him to recover. Even along the journey EsGee never showed signs of worry, so Falco resigned himself to trust in his spirit guide. Falco blinked as his thoughts that had been focused on the past had caused him to ignore his current surroundings. He needed to focus on the here and now, and worry about the past later. Because, right now, Wallac was calling and his stomach drew him forward. Yet something had caught his attention behind him. There were three others on the road leading to this village. One was a short and looked to be a very stout man. There was a young human female and another skinnier man with white hair. Strange, Falco thought to himself, but then, I gather I must look strange to them myself. With that he almost chuckled. Falco took a step from the trail and called EsGee to him. Within moments the Hawk dove from the sky above and landed with utter precision on Falco’s outstretched arm. Once landed, Esgee’s head cocked sideways with an inquisitive stare. “Yes, I’m hoping they can help too EsGee,” Falco said aloud. With that, he stood silent, awaiting the strange group's approach. Falco needed information, and perhaps these travelers would not wish to fight for it like the orcs. Best to gain information outside of town, than to cause trouble within. Unconsciously Falco traced the scar on his face with his finger. In the back of his mind, the voices began to surge, but never more than a whisper. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 6 2006, 05:02 PM Post #127 |
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As he turned 'round to see us, those voices that lay, they came alive. As the bird landed, they kept coming alive. As they grew stronger on he and the bird, that was yet not a bird, Akane began to lose sight of the material plane. Despertly, she shut off her mind from the other world she could see, trying to make a barrier to it. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 7 2006, 06:49 AM Post #128 |
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It worked, somewhat. She could still see the spirits, only dimly. And she could hear them, only dimly. Akane could not see anything odd about the traveler now. It looked like the others were happy to simply walk up to him, or wait for her to speak. Ho, traveler. We seek the saftey of the town. Where be you headed? To seek healing? Or for a quest? |
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| Freston | Feb 8 2006, 04:15 AM Post #129 |
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Akane, Gray, Falco: Afternoon. You've walked for two hours, sinse you've crossed the bridge. The armed patrol there, and the hardened road you've walked on where the only signs of civilisation. The hills around you, the woodlands. It's beatiful here. Small trees grow in every shade of green, complimented by bushes and different grasses ranging from the most deep and rich yellow, to brownish red (or redish brown, depending on wether the sun or the shade cover the vegetation). Akane knows this landscape, as it is very simular to where she grew up. For Falco, who is used more to the plains, nature seems rich here. To Gray, the landscape itself probably seems a little flat and less powerful than the mountains. But the vegetation can grow more dense. A valley stretches out. You are all in the middle, where arable land is being worked by farmers. A fortress-like town or village, with it's high walls towering above you, lies directly in front of you. Falco sees three figures coming from behind him. A small, stout figure. A human girl. And what apears to be a half-elf, but with relatively long limbs. Dark green skin and white hair with a green shine. A wolf and a rat of the same size accompany them. The girl calls out to him: Ho, traveler. We seek the saftey of the town. Where be you headed? To seek healing? Or for a quest? |
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| Didge | Feb 8 2006, 11:06 AM Post #130 |
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Residential Alaskan Igloo & Walrus Inspector
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Healing? That question caused Falco’s mind to puzzle over the thought. Again he unconsciously traced the scar on his face again and realized he hadn’t seen his face since he awoke. He had no idea how bad it was, only that the wound itself wasn’t bleeding so he had paid it no further attention. Now it was certain to draw attention when all he wanted was to do was blend in. Clearing his throat, Falco’s deep voice betrayed the young man’s frame that stood before the three strange looking travelers. “I’ve had an encounter with some orcs recently that didn’t go as I had intended. I’ve lost most of my gear in the exchange and this village seemed as good a place to start anew as any. I’m Falco, of the Tinderstone Tribes, south from the Heartlands. This here,” lifting up his arm that EsGee was perched upon, “is EsGee, my spirit guide.” Falco attempted to force himself to relax, but years of living the rough life to the north in the Heartlands could not be ignored. His eyes kept shifting between the three, ever watchful of the wolf and the large rat as well. “You spoke of a quest, are you three on one?” Falco asked, and then added, “…and more importantly, would you mind some company into town?” |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 8 2006, 03:31 PM Post #131 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Orcs? Akane shivered at the name. Foul creatures that raped and pillaged humans such as she. He had lived? Then perhaps he lied, and was their spy? He would bear watching, as would the dwarf. I, am ... Akane trailed off as her thoughts flickered back to the night where she was, ... Her mind shied away from it, unable to bear looking at it too long. Something had touched her there, and she could not bear to look upon it, for it pained her. Half-orge? Wolf? What say do you to he? I am companion to these fellow travelers. Where they travel, I shall follow. Need you healing? Gray, Arrhandir, what do you make of him. Ooc. Can I make a heal check to determine what caused his wounds, and perhaps an animal empathy check to EsGee? I would do all these when I tend to his wounds, it at all. |
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| HollowDes | Feb 8 2006, 11:00 PM Post #132 |
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OOC: I'm *really* sorry to interrupt this thread with this question: What the hell is going on here? Is this a play-by-post, or a cooperative story where anyone can just jump in? |
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| Freston | Feb 9 2006, 04:09 AM Post #133 |
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Ok HollowDes, I've set the dogs loose on you Can you hear them? *Woof woof* Ok, I call them back because, to be frank, this was your idea. Yes, this is a play by post kind of DnD game. But for joining, I'm afraid it's to late. We've got four players already, and five will be a little to much. Sorry. ----- And I've renamed Heroes4Hire, so that it makes more sense. It is the official iDnD OOC support threat, where anyone can post anything. |
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| Aladdar | Feb 9 2006, 07:21 AM Post #134 |
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There Is No Member, Only Zule
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Owen complied and removed his sword and shield laying it upon the weapons rack. He turned to the guards once complete. "Lead on." |
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| Shapeless Caren | Feb 9 2006, 06:17 PM Post #135 |
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Wolf: If he wants you to trust him, duel him. Win or lose he can prove his loyalty. Win, and you shall aid him, lose, and he must aid you. Either way, he can prove himself worthy of trust. Win, he can give you your life, lose he can help you in battle.Akane sighed. She did not want to fight him in battle, but she had little other ideas on how to do this. If none other spoke, she would fight. And prayed that she would win. |
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