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(182) DM: (ok, anyone need a recap from last
(186) ticattack: ((Aye))
(186) ticattack: ((Just a quick'n, if'n ye
(182) DM: (basically the PCs interacted with
some citizens of Wysos. Daelan meets his brother and words are exchanged)
(181) Donovan: (just words?)
** Atross gets his game face on. **
(186) ticattack: ((Ah, yes. And dog-Jarvis
(182) DM: (2165) DM: A tall green elf with a
stately bearing enters the tavern and strides up to the bar, taking a seat in
front of the bartender. He seems a bit familiar.
Atross: "Well, the rooms are already paid for here. I suppose we wouldn't
be missed if we all left."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Tell Isolt that Daelan sent you,do not eat the
fruit though it has seen better days."
Thom: "Maybe so, although I hate to do it. Drenla, Rhian, and Jarvis
should go outside, as they have felt the effects. Then Daelan, Atross and
Myself can finish things here and retrieve Morti and meet up outside tomorrow
Jarvis: "Are we sure the shield's not doing... something to Morti's
** (2147) Daelan La'neral stands up quickly,his left hand moving faster than
the eye can track and he notches an arrow and aims his bow at the one who just
entered the Inn. **
Atross: "I don't think it'd be reasonable for us to move it out and then
back inside tomorrow. Hey!"
** (2147) Daelan La'neral shouts out in elven,the only word understandable is
the name Certimfil **
** Certimfil swivels around on his stool and takes a sip from a tankard, gazing
around the room as if searching for someone in particular. **
Thom: "What can we do about it? I believe his body needs to be here for
him to be raised, would it not?"
** Jarvis jumps to his feet, looking from the newcomer to Daelan. "Hey...
Let's keep this as bloodless as possible, yeah?" **
** Atross leaps up to stop Daelan, "We shouldn't start a fight here."
(2165) DM: The elf sighs and shrugs, then turns his back on Daelan.
(2165) Certimfil: Do what you must should you believe in your actions.
** (2147) Daelan La'neral fires an arrow into the bar next to the person,not
hitting him just close enough to let him know. **
Thom: "Daelan, please not - not in here."
** Thom sighs but remains seated, staying out of the fight. **
(2165) Certimfil: Ever the child. (wiggles his fingers in a parting motion)
Atross: "Just what's going on here? It seems you know each other."
(2165) DM: Suddenly, multiple copies of the green elf appear next to him, each
indistinguishible from the next.
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Ever the coward."
** Jarvis groans. "Oh, gods" **
(2165) DM: The images turn around to regard you with mock solemnity.
Thom: "If you fight in here Dealan - you will be tossed out. You are on
your own here."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Whats the matter brother,afraid to face
(2165) Certimfil: Do what you must, Daelan, but know there are consequences to
Atross: "Before anyone does what they must can someone explain what's
** Thom looks to Atross. "Well Atross, it might be just you and me in town
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " And to yours as well,you have hidden yourself
away,afraid to face what you did,and now you are afraid to face me."
Jarvis: ((Readied action, obviously))
(2165) DM: The bartender ducks beneath the bar, and the other patrons stop what
they're doing as tension rises in the room.
** Thom remains seated, sipping on his ale. **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " He is my brother Atross,the name I told you not
** Atross is standing in between Daelan and some of the images, but isn't ready
to do anything. **
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: I do not fear you, Daelan. I fear for you.
Jarvis: "Daelan. Lower the bow. You" he turns to the other elf
"Drop the magics. I'm sure no one wants bloodshed"
Thom: "Listen Daelan - take it outside if you must do something. Otherwise
you risk innocents being hurt in the battle. Is that something that you
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " He brought shame to our family,he made my life
miserable and yet here he is still the coward."
Atross: "If you're brothers, then what's the problem? What happened?
What'd he do?"
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " If that were true brother,you would dispense the
magic and face me."
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: Bah! I came here looking for a friend. He is not
here, and so I shall leave. You know where to find me, brother. (smirk)
** (2147) Daelan La'neral spits on the ground in front of Cerimfil **
** Certimfil La'neral turns to the bartender and seeing he's not there, reaches
into his pocket and deposits a small pouch on the bar. "For your troubles,
Gawain. If Nerick should come here, please send a message to me." **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Tread lightly brother,your days are numbered,if
not by my hand,others will follow.
** Jarvis waits for the elf to walk outside. "I'll be back shortly"
he says, getting up. He pushes open the door, walks outside, finds an alley or
something and shifts into a dog. He looks about for the elf, and follows,
trying to pass as a stray. **
(2165) DM: The images waver and disappear, leaving the elven mage alone as he
calmly walks out of the tavern. "You sound more like a human every day,
Thom: "Hey, that's not fair - comparing Daelan to us."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " That arrow was your only warning brother,the
next ones will find thier mark."
** Certimfil La'neral turns to regard Thom with mild amusement. "A
necessary evil." **
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: He has his charms, at times.
** Thom shrugs at the elf and takes another drink. **
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: You have much to learn, Daelan, and I have little
time to teach you.
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " You are nothing but a Human Certimfil,that and
** Certimfil La'neral bows. "Friends." (leaves) **
whispering to ticattack, ok, noted
Thom: "Interesting family you have Daelan." he comments, taking
another sip of ale.
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Of course he would bow to Humans,he is more vile
than a Glamhath."
** Atross stands looking at the door a moment, "... that didn't really
answer anything." **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " He is no more my family than you are Thom."
Thom: "Very well. You could explain things, but I doubt that you would
want to involve us mere humans in it."
Atross: "Care to tell us how he earned his death? And is there anyone else
on that list we don't know about?"
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " You would not understand Atross,in the clan a
families name carries with it honor and prestige,he brought shame to our family
and he cares not."
Atross: "I can see that he doesn't care, what'd he do?"
** Atross takes a seat again. **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " He deserted his clan."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " He left to be with Humans rather than his own
** Thom orders another ale from a wench and listens to whatever Dealan is
willing to tell. **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Killing him or bringing him back will restore my
families name and honor."
Thom: "Have you not done the same?"
Atross: "He's kinda got a mansion outside of town. Wandering the
countryside could be viewed a little differently."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " No I have not,I was on a mission when we were
attacked in the woods were we met,I am merely with you to exact revenge on
those who ordered the death of my clansmen."
Thom: "I see. The way you said it, it sounded so absolute, I was unsure
Atross: "However, we've heard that he doesn't exactly get along with the
ruler of this city. As a mage, maybe it was about the shield."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Yes that is his way,take what he can get then
Thom: "Wait a minute..." Thom suddenly looks up to where the other
elf had been standing and then back at the other two. "Didn't Drenla say that
only spells of Arwan could be cast? How was he able to create those
Atross: "I'd guess he's in the market of weapons here."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Perhaps he is in league with him. He always did
seek out power."
Thom: "Hmm. Maybe, but I would expect to find him within the city
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Not if he wanted to keep his power that he
Thom: "True, that would make sense."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Make no mistake,he is cunning and ruthless,and
perhaps even more powerful than when he left the clan,he always did take to
(2165) DM: (your muttiness will happen))
Atross: "I wonder how much he's involved in here. What business does
Nerick do with him, and where does he go."
Thom: "Well, if we do not remain here, it will not be a concern. You know
where he is, so you can always deal with him when you want."
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " If he is gathering magic weapons and such,I am
sure it can not be for a good reason."
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: I'll never begin to understand how a brother of mine
could be so like what he detests. (mutters as he walks rapidly out of the city,
glancing this way and that at no one in particular) And if you don't stay away
from me, I swear I'll do something I'll regret. (out loud to no one in
(2165) DM: A few passersby get out of the elf's way as he strides forward in
the street. He seems to be knocking aside imaginary beings with his hands.
Thom: "Well, what now? Daelan, you are still waiting for someone,
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Yes but I am not sure if he is going to
whispering to ticattack, you're following him
Thom: "Understood. Do we know exactly what we need to do for Morti in the
(2165) Arioch: Hah! Another one o' these elves!
(2165) Erdain: Bah, it's Lord Certimfil. Have a care, Erdain. Not like that
other one, tha' rude one.
(2165) Arioch: Mayhap. Still an elf an' good fer nothing.
(2165) Arioch: (sneers at Certimfil who ignores the guard)
(2165) DM: So lost in thought is the mage that he fails to respond to the
(2165) Arioch: Cor! I'd thought 'e'd turn me into a toad or somethin'.
Atross: "Jarvis knows, we'll take him to the temple of Solnor."
(2165) Erdain: Er, I'd nae think o' tha' until tomorrah'.
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " Well do not forget to take Drenla and Rhain with
you when you leave the city."
Thom: "Ok, so we are all staying in town tonight after all then? That
works, the rooms are paid for for two nights anyway."
** Jarvis follows the elf, weaving around people and trying not to be obvious
about it. **
(2147) Daelan La'neral: " I do not think that would be wise Thom,those
like Jarvis should not spend any more time in this city than necessary."
** Jarvis tries to sneak past the guards when the next wagon or group of people
tries to pass through. **
** Certimfil La'neral hurries out of the city gates and begins casting a spell,
glancing over his shoulder as he does so. **
Thom: "I understand - but unless Jarvis returns soon or Drenla and Rhian
come down - I am not going to bother them. Drenla knows what he is doing
(2165) Certimfil La'neral: Silver path, river manse!
** Certimfil La'neral vanishes from sight in a twinkling of lights. **
(182) DM: (from last session's conclusion)
(184) Morti: ((I hate folks that disappear
in twinkling lights))
Jarvis: ((Says the incoroporeal spirit...))
** Jarvis stops dead in his tracks as the elf
Jarvis: :He sniffs around, trying to commit
the scent to memory, then turns and walks back into the town, to report what
(182) DM: (k)
** Jarvis resumes human form, and enters the inn. He
walks over to the others and takes his seat. "Lost him. Mage" **
(182) Daelan: So what do you want to do now?
** Atross answers reflectively. "As time goes by,
however this counts, I see how hard it can be to decide how to allocate the
resources available to combat a situation." **
Atross: "If we do not help here and soon
this town may boil over into some kind of village of death."
(182) Daelan: It is not a situation we can
correct. It was brought on by human folly, and can only be bettered by
yo...their kind. (shrugs)
Atross: "However if we don't return the
king first, before the dark company can raise their own, this whole nation will
have a dark future ahead of it."
(187) Dj Gilcrease: (( I am still chatting
with the acolytes and will probably stay there till they bring Morti in unless
someone comes to fetch me for some reason ))
(182) DM: ((they bring Morti in, noting that it
might take a while to prepare casting of the spells))
Atross: ((We can talk while we walk))
(182) Teleute: Are you sure you want to do
this, Morti? (walks out of the shadows behind the dimunitive sorcerer)
(182) Teleute: You could always be restored to
your true self.
** (184) Morti is silent a moment, watching his body
being prepared. Stoicly asks, "What do you mean by my true self?" **
Atross: "I don't want to leave this city
to its fate; I'm sure it can be changed, somehow. But I don't want to abandon
our quest either. We can't do both at the same time though; one would have to
(182) Teleute: This (gestures to your face) was
what *she* did to you, but is not your real self.
** Atross solicits opinions from the rest of the
party, "Thom, I know you don't want to help these people when they don't
even want to be helped." **
(184) Morti: "Hmm?" :he looks to
her quizzically, but understands as his head sags a bit.: "I know. This
face... never did feel very right, but..."
** (187) Dj Gilcrease comes out of the back room
still chatting with the acolyte "Ahh you
are here, I hope I did not miss anything important. I was chatting with several
acolytes to determin if this would be a good religion for me to follow since I
do not know if the god I followed even exists in this world" **
(188) No Name (enter): 21:52
Attempting to assign the role of PLAYER to (188)
Atross: "If we go on, I wonder if we would
have time to come back here before it's too late for them. And if we stayed to
help, could we find Caer before they do."
** (184) Morti silently hangs his incorporial head,
muttering simply, "It's who I've become." **
(189) Daelan La'neral (enter): 21:53
(182) Teleute: There is still time, Morti.
But...before you are raised, you can do something for me.
(184) Morti: ((There's the angry elf! ; D ))
(182) Teleute: I know what must be done to help
this city, but I cannot do it myself. I need someone to help me.
Attempting to assign the role of PLAYER to (189)
** (184) Morti raises his gaze to the godess inquiring
sincerely , "What may I do for you Lady Death?" **
(189) Daelan La'neral: (( not angry just
** Jarvis snorts. "Nice to see your religion's
so dear to you. Tell me, will you switch again when you go somewhere
** Teleute smiles gently. "Those who worship
Arawn have twisted the magic granted to them and used it for their own
purposes. While the shield stands, all who die within the city cannot move to
their proper destinations. I need you to break the shield. To do this, you need
but open the doors of the temple." **
(187) Dj Gilcrease: "If the deity I
worship does not exist where I am, what is the point in holding to that faith.
Add to that the fact that I was fighting against those who rules my religion
back where I came from"
(184) Morti: :nods: "That sounds easy
(182) Teleute: But only a soul can do it...a
soul not of Wysos, not claimed by Arawn. You do not have to do this Morti, but
I would be grateful if you did.
** Jarvis shrugs. "Whatever" **
(184) Morti: "Eh? A soul..?"
:shoves his hand through a wall: "Can I open a door like this?"
** (189) Daelan La'neral stays at the inn to see if
Nerick shows up at all. **
(182) Teleute: It is not a real door, Morti.
You will see. Come with me. I promise to return with you at your moment of
(184) Morti: "Okay then." :raises
(187) Dj Gilcrease: "So Jarvis if the
god you worshiped no longer existed and you could no longer draw on his powers
or feel his blessing around you, you would continue to worship him?"
** Thom picks up from Atross' comment - so are we
seriously weighing the fate of one city against the fate of the world/ That is
of course, assuming that the prophesy is true and we can do anything about it.
Thom: So are we seriously weighing the fate of one
city against the fate of the world/ That is of course, assuming that the
prophesy is true and we can do anything about ii.
Jarvis: "I don't know. I don't worship
Atross: "That is assuming that saving the
city means we can't save the world."
(184) Morti: :as he follows the goddess:
"By the way, this won't mess up the timeline or anything, right? Ettienne
made a pretty big deal about that."
Thom: "Saying the city risks saving the
world - it is a race after all."
(187) Dj Gilcrease: "I say leave the
city, unless it is something we can do on our way out. We are not from here and
I dont think it is our place to disturb the political balance of the city by
destroying a shield, and thus that parties political dominance, unless the
larger majority of the populace is already fighting against it."
(182) Teleute: No, it won't.
Jarvis: "Can they fight against it?
(184) Morti: "Okay. I trust you."
:whistles a marching tune as he follows Teleute.:
Thom: "Good point Sevis, and although
people are grumbling about it - there doesn't seem to be any coordinated
opposition to it."
Atross: "There's no guarantee we can save
the world, or this city. There seems to be no one else who will do either. Are
we supposed to sacrifice this city on the mere chance that it may endanger the
(187) Dj Gilcrease: "Anyone can raise
against those who rule them. In some places it is suicidal to do so, but it can
be done if care is taken untill enough people support your cause"
** Atross sighs exasperated, "I begin to feel
how those in charge of the army must have thought." **
Jarvis: "Not when your foes have magic
and all other spellcasters are weakened by merely being in the city"
Atross: "Can we risk the world on the
chance that to save this city?"
Sevis Goloens: (( sorry forgot to select my
alias, comments from me will appear correctly now ))
Jarvis: "A single fireball can do more
damage than a mob of peasants"
Thom: "Jarvis, there are more ways to
oppose a ruler than by confrontation, trust me."
Sevis Goloens: "Eye in a direct
confrontation that is true, but why would mere pesants directly confron a group
of wizards. there are much more effective ways of rebeling against your rules
without causing chaos"
Jarvis: "Well please, enlighten me? Such
Atross: "I want to help, but it's not a
decision I can make for everyone else. I'll go on if we can't stay and
Atross: "Cook badly. Leave trash out. Be a
(182) Teleute: Here we are. (gestures to the
temple of Arawn)
** (189) Daelan La'neral walks the streets of the
town,looking at all the items for sale **
Sevis Goloens: "Leaving the city enmass
for starters. based on the 'entry' tax that alone could criple the city."
** Jarvis looks at Atross. "Yeah, that sounds
really effective. Perhaps if they all cook really badly, the entire damned
dictatorship will get a really bad bout of diarreah" **
** (184) Morti looks the temple over thoughtfully,
asking Teleute: "what door do I open?" **
Thom: "There are ways to build support and
work on taking the power out from evil rulers. Even when there is no way to
actually change anything, those that need to fight against the evil try. It was
that way in Highkeep. Or will be, or.. whatever."
(182) DM: Within the spirit world, it seems as
if the temple's edifice exists both in the waking world and the world of souls.
A torrent of souls surrounds the building, as if their essence melds into the
very mortar that holds the building together.
(182) DM: I need you to open the main doors of
the temple, Morti. Once that is done, then the shield will weaken and I can
perform my responsibilities.
(182) DM: (oops, she was supposed to have said
that. I'll edit the log)
Jarvis: "Fine. You know what, do
whatever. But I don't like leaving innocent people to suffer at the hands of
the followers of the god of death"
(184) Morti: :nods: "Yes, Lady Death.
I'll do my best."
Atross: "I doubt the leaders cook for
themselves. Of course, an unfriendly environment is only the start of
** (184) Morti approaches the temple hesitantly,
watching the writhing spirits on its surface, cautious that he not be pulled
into another attempt to gangsuck his life force. **
Sevis Goloens: "You would be surpized
how effective simple nucenses can be against evil rulers. enough people causing
these nucenes can cause the city to come to a hald so rules can get nothing
done. when this happens they will either attempt to appease those they rule,
leave, or see how well butchering masses deals with the situation."
(184) Morti: Coming to the doors he reaches
out warily, taking an unnecessary breath to brace himself before swinging them
Thom: "I understand Jarvis, but I don't see
the point in trying to save the city if the people are not ready to fight yet.
Besides - all we actually know is that the shield makes things wierd. We don't
know that there is anything we could do anyway."
** Jarvis shrugs. "Your call. Your the ones with
the divine mission or whatever" **
Atross: "It's made by mortal priests so
there must be some means to unmake it."
Sevis Goloens: "Whats wrong with the god
of death, from what the acolytes here explained to me thier god is not evil and
is incharge of the dead once they cross over."
Atross: "The aura around this city you
must have noticed, the reason it's so dim, is preventing the dead from crossing
over. Spirits are trapped in the city."
Thom: "Someway - yes. But being divinly
created, maybe we would need equal amount of divine power to remove it, and
none of us are priests."
Thom: "And are we to try to control the
spirits of the dead now as well? Just how uch can we be expected to do?"
Thom: (( *much ))
Atross: "Then maybe this is a problem we
can get others to fix. Maybe another temple would investigate if they knew how
bad it was."
(182) DM: Somehow, the doors don't want to
budge. The souls, terrible as they are, shrink further away from you as Teleute
Sevis Goloens: "So thier priests are
asking all those who die to serve a little longer before crossing over to help
protect the city, I see nothing evil about that. Anyways it seems as if we are
two for leaving and two for staying. I guess" **shutters slightly**
"That it is up to Daelan to decide"
Atross: "We can't ask Morti yet either,
(182) DM: **elsewhere**
Thom: "That would definately be easier, let
those that are closer to the story here figure out how to help."
(182) DM: They used up their future, as they
used up their past, taking everything in one long day, over and over.
Atross: "I suppose i know what he'd want
to do though."
** (184) Morti groans at the failure, and tries
furiously to force the doors open. **
Sevis Goloens: Thats why I said Daelan, last
I checked the dead cannot speak except in special cases"
(182) DM: The lord, to whom the citadel
belonged, had decided that it was his desire to be crushed to death by a bull
elephant, between two beautiful virgins, at the moment of orgasm.
(182) DM: It was an immediate joke made by all
within Wysos' nobility that the virgins were harder and more expensive to
procure than the elephant, although in fact, the reverse was the truth.
(182) DM: Wizards procured the beast, and
escorted it to the middle of the lord's veranda.
(182) DM: A few minutes past the third hour of
the afternoon, a flock of snow-white doves rose into the air and flew across
the city of Wysos.
** (189) Daelan La'neral continues to wander around
the streets of town. **
(182) DM: The lord conferred with his friends,
his confidantes, his servants, his mistress, and even reluctantly his wife, to
establish whether the elephant-borne estactic doom would best be positioned at
the beginning or the end of the night's festivities.
(182) Lady Seybeok: "The end, for what
could possibly follow it?"
(182) A page: The beginning, my lord, to
inspire us all to revel and rejoice and love and live.
(184) Morti: ((cake and coffee))
(182) A page: And once everything was in
(182) DM: The elephant crushed Lord Seybeok as
planned, and all the people laughed and clapped with delight. And inspired by
his example, the citadel's inhabitants and their guests went on to have a most
(182) DM: Such was the end of a perfect day.
(182) DM: ** **
(182) DM: Finally, the doors of the temple
manage to move an inch, albeit grudgingly.
(182) DM: As one, the river of souls
surrounding the temple vanish, without so much as an outcry.
** (184) Morti gives a partial grin at the bit of
profit, pushing harder, "Come on, keep going." **
(182) Teleute: I thank you, Morti, for this.
(184) Morti: :sighs in diesembodied
exhaustion and smiles to Teleute: "I was happy to help, Lady Death."
(184) Morti: :follows her inside:
(182) DM: You (Morti) step inside, and somehow,
you're transported to the grounds outside the citadel of Wysos.
(182) Teleute: Of course (murmuring) as long as
you do not say anything, the timeline will not be disturbed. This is important,
(184) Morti: :looks around the grounds
curiously: "You mean don't say anything about the door or the shield or
** Teleute gestures to Morti and immediately, he is
garbed in splendid robes of ebony, trimmed in silver with glittering runes
embroidered in golden thread. **
(184) Morti: "Eh?" :hops at the
sudden alteration, and looks over his new fashion appreciatively. "Oooo...
I look all noble."
(182) Teleute: A party's in progress. I would
think you'd want to blend in. (gestures similarly, as a ballroom gown of black
silk taffetta shrouds her form, complete with alabaster lace and azure trimmed
(182) DM: (where is everyone else?)
whispering to Lurkified, are you confused yet?
** (184) Morti reaches up to his face, inquiring in
after thought,"could I trouble you for a scarf?" **
Jarvis: ((Jarvis is in the temple with the
(182) Teleute: Why? You're yourself. Look in a
mirror when you have a chance.
Thom: (( whereever Atross, Jarvis, and Sevis are
- there Thom is. ))
Atross: (Well, we rest for the evening and
deliver Morti's corpse to the temple first thing in the morning, wasn't it? Or
are we delivering him that night, whenever. Time is different for the dead.)
(184) Morti: "Eh?" :feels at his
skin probingly, finding no scabs or rough spots, then reaches up to the top of
his head. Suddenly happy, he cries out, "I have hair!"
(182) DM: ((ok))
(191) Cruciatus (enter): 22:35
(189) Daelan La'neral: (( still wandering the
whispering to Lurkified, are you online on ICQ
Atross: (Jarvis would know, do the Solnorite
priests want Morti in the morning, or do they want him that night to prepare
for a morning raising?)
(182) DM: ((ok))
Jarvis: ((Morning, from memory))
(182) DM: (at night for a dawn raising)
** (184) Morti smiles wide as he steps up beside the
Lady, offering an arm, "Shall I escort you, M'lady" :gesturing to the
(182) DM: As you (Morti) turn to leave with
Teleute, a nobleman, clearly drunk from too much wine, approaches Teleute unsteadily.
(184) Morti: ((With hair comes the suave))
(182) Cerwyn: You look most lovely, young lady.
Will you walk with me?
(184) Morti: :grins to the drunkard,
oblivious to his come on to Teleute, as e feels the need to tell someone else,
"Hi.. I have hair."
(182) Teleute: Only for a little while, Cerwyn.
You died of disease born by rats, three weeks ago, in an attic in Pelham.
(182) DM: The nobleman collapses, dead in his
tracks at her words.
(182) DM: She moves swiftly down the hall,
beckoning you (Morti) forward.
(182) Teleute: He drowned in a storm.
(gesturing to an elderly gentleman lifting a glass of wine)
(184) Morti: "Uh..." :grimaces as
the stranger falls. and crouches down to check on him. Though he quickly rises
to follow the lady, still glancing back at the man, "Will he be
(182) Teleute: She died in childbirth.
(pointing to a lithe girl dancing around a maypole)
** (189) Daelan La'neral finds a quiet spot in the
city,sits down,reaches into his hooded cowl,pulling out his ferret,reaches into
his pack and breaks off a piece of elven bread for his ferret. **
(184) Morti: "Huh?" :looks to the
partygoers as Teleute points out their mortalities.:
(182) Teleute: As an old man, he choked on a
bone in a bowl of fish soup. (whispers in your (Morti's) ear as she walks past
a handsome young lad with pale flaxen hair who spies Teleute in passing)
(184) Morti: :chews his lip and turns to the
young man, offering in consolation for his embarassing death, "Don't
worry, I got killed from a stare down."
(182) DM: At each mention of each individual,
he or she drops dead, and his or her dress disappears, revealing his or her
fate...as a corpse. You (Morti) and Teleute make your way through the citadel's
grounds, leaving a trail of corpses in your wake.
(184) Morti: :hops as the youth falls:
(184) Morti: :frowns woefully: "This is
the most depressing party I've ever been to."
(182) DM: Presently, you reach a ballroom,
where people are becoming frantic. Where once it was a scene of revelry, there
is now chaos. Lord Seybeok is in the chamber, dancing with a woman who on
seeing Teleute's entrance, faints in shock.
(184) Morti: :quirks a brow in afterthought:
"Then again I've never been to many parties. I hope they aren't all like
** (184) Morti looks about the ballroom and simply
waves to the onlookers. **
(182) Lord Seybeok, of Wysos: You are Time,
foul Time, who steals the gold from a maiden's hair and takes the sapphire from
a child's eyes. Dark time, who has stolen from every thing there ever was the
things that it held precious and divine....and left nothing but memories and
ashes and the grave. (draws his sword and points it at Morti)
(184) Morti: "Uh.... but I have
(184) Morti: (wtf)
(182) Lord Seybeok, of Wysos: How you are here,
how you could pass the magic of the god, I do not know, but I shall slay you
(182) Teleute: It's just a speech he wrote for
tonight. You aren't missing anything. (whispers, amusedly)
** (184) Morti points to himself, silently
questioning if the man means to kill him. **
(182) Teleute: Now he's saying that he's going
to kill you. (whispers)
(184) Morti: :whispers to Teleute:
"What'd I do?"
** (189) Daelan La'neral listens to his ferret hiss
and chitter,as he watches his ferret bounce around him," Yes I agree
Lightning,this place does reek of Edan and of death." **
(184) Morti: "You're the one who went
around pointing people to deat."
(184) Morti: ((death even))
(182) Lord Seybeok, of Wysos: ...my wisdom and
my magic and my power, as lord of this city. Tomorrow would be another perfect
day, and now although my day is ending, still I shall gain my immortality as
the man who slew Time himself and freed us all from his profound embrace...!
(182) Teleute: Enough. (softly)
(184) Morti: "Time...? I though you
wanted to kill me? Phew"
** Teleute holds up her hand as a twinkle appears in
her eye. "Tomorrow, you vanish. Some say the Council of Magi takes you,
some say the priesthood of Arawn. It matters not. You are not here. You simply
vanish. Hours from now, a corpse with no face and no hands and no feet will be
found in your chambers. **
(184) Morti: :cringes at Teleute's viciously
(182) Teleute: You have been misled by a priest
of Arawn...and he will pay for his crimes. Your legacy will be that of a ruler
who led his people astray, and your house will be no more."
(182) Teleute: Corwyn. Take my hand.
** Lord Seybeok, of Wysos drops his sword, and steps
toward Teleute, holding out his hand. **
(182) DM: There is a flash of white light....
(184) Morti: "Eh?...Eh? ...Eh?"
:looks back and forth between lord and god, confused.:
(182) DM: ((and we FF))
** (189) Daelan La'neral scoops up Lightning,placing
him once more back inside his hooded cowl," Come Lightning tis time to
find out if the one called Morti has returned from death,and to find out the
results of Elamurix as well." **
Jarvis: ((FFing sounds good))
** (189) Daelan La'neral heads towards the temple **
(182) DM: It's morning, and you're at the
temple of Solnor, in time for Morti's raising.
(182) DM: One other bit of news...when the sun
rose, the shield was gone.
(182) DM: Most of the populace of Wysos is in
shock, some in fear, others in amazement. Many, indeed most, do not know what
to make of this.
Atross: "You know I'd heard that just
talking about a problem wouldn't solve anything. Yet, it seems to have
** Jarvis laughs quietly. "Well, certainly feels
better, I can tell you that much" **
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** Thom looks up as they head to the temple.
"Yes, it is strange. Well, however it happened, it's gone now." **
** (189) Daelan La'neral looks up at the morning
sky," Well Lightning it seems that the Edan have done something right for
once,tis good to feel the sun once more." **
(197) Newbie (enter): 22:59
(182) DM: An elderly patriarch of Solnor is in
the main temple chamber in deep concentration as he prays to his god, in quiet,
reverent tones, pleading for life to be returned to Morti's broken form. The familiar
sight of the disfigured sorcerer lies before you, although his face is at
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** (189) Daelan La'neral follows Thom and Jarvis to
the temple **
** Thom stops short once he gets close enough to
recogonize what is happening. Thom then just stands there, watching the
(197) Newbie (exit): 23:00
(182) DM: Apart from the ceremony, the shield's
instantaneous disappearance is the talk inside the temple.
(182) an acolyte: C'n ye believe it? I dinnae
think tha' god couild do it! My faith was waning, but this...this is a miracle,
** (189) Daelan La'neral looks at Morti,then speaks
quietly." If that is what he looked like,perhaps he would have been better
off coming back as something else like Jarvis suggested." **
** Atross shifts about uncomfortably in the temple.
(182) DM: The patriarch closes his eyes and
lays his trembling hands on Morti's broken form. A visible surge of power flows
through his hands, as flesh mends, living color returns to Morti's cheeks and
presently, breath. The priest collapses against Morti's unconscious form,
** Edaric sighs with exhaustion, spent from the
effort of casting the spell. "Your friend will need rest, but he is alive.
Praise be to the Silverseal, he is alive." **
Thom: "Thank you very much sir, for all
(189) Daelan La'neral: " We shall see how
he is before any praising to the Silverseal will be done."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Atross any news
** Thom moves forward to check on Morti closer up.
** Atross approaches the priest to offer his thanks,
and continues. **
** Edaric looks up at you. "I do not know who
you are, but know this....we have nae been able to perform these spells until
tha' shield was taken away. Clearly, the god smiles upon you and your
Jarvis: "And yet, you told us you could
Thom: "Maybe so..."
Atross: "Praise be, indeed. I wonder if
anything can be done about the strange malady afflicting another friend."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " The gods do not
smile,they never smile,all they are is full of wrath towards the mortals."
Thom: "It is just amazing that you don't
have any close friend Daelan, shocking really."
** Jarvis looks at Daelan. "Well aren't you just
the little ray of optimism?" **
** Edaric is helped up by a pair of acolytes and is
slowly taken away to his chambers, but not before he pats Morti on the head and
gives him a blessing. **
** Atross is shocked, "That doesn't sound much
like gods I've heard of." **
** Thom checks to see if Morti is waking up at all
(189) Daelan La'neral: " No Jarvis I am a
realist,optimism only gets you an empty belly and the end of the day."
(184) Morti: :as his head is patted, he
smiles in his sleep, breathing out tiredly through his chapped lips, "..
hhaaavvve.. hhaaiirrr... snnnnrrrrr.."
(189) Daelan La'neral: ( and = at)
** Atross explains Elamurix's condition to the
priests asking if they would be capable of taking care of the catatonic elf, or
know someone who can. "I don't think adventuring is really the life for
him, honestly." **
Thom: "Alright, I think we can move him
back to the inn, he'd be more comfortable there, I am sure."
** (189) Daelan La'neral stops 10 feet from
Morti," Perhaps you can bathe him,he smells worse than most of the Edan
around here." **
(182) an acolyte: Unfortunately, I do not think
we can help your friend. The casting of the spell has exhausted our patriarch,
as it is a very powerful enchantment.
Atross: "I fear what holds him is greater
than simple death, as well."
(182) an acolyte: But I can ask his Eminence
Thom: "I wonder what a couple days of death
would do to you Daelan."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I would probably
smell better than him."
Thom: "I doubt it."
Jarvis: "A couple of days of death with
or without the sun and the carriage travel?"
Thom: "In fact, I think that Daelan here
would smell much worse than little Morti does."
Atross: "I don't think there's any need to
ponder that question right now."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I do not think
that is possible,he may be alive,but he still reeks of death and of unwashed
Sevis Goloens: "He already does" ** speaking for the first time since they arived back at
** Jarvis shakes his head. "Such interesting
Thom: "Very well - there are more important
matters than Daelan's odor. Let's get Morti back to the Copper Cauldron, so he
can rest easier."
** (184) Morti seems to be a bit troubled as he
fidgets a bit in his sleep, breathing eradically and snorting unnaturally. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " So are we ready
to leave this accursed place?"
** Sevis Goloens nods and moves to lift him Gently **
(184) Morti: :After a moment, he gives a big
snort and turns over to his side, before commencing to snore like buzzsaw
Thom: "Not for another day. We have the
rooms paid for and Morti needs to rest before we travel. And I think Rhian and
Drenla would like a good rest, with that shield gone now."
Atross: "I'll visit that fletcher, and I
wonder what Okinar has to say now, actually."
** (184) Morti lifts easily, stinky, but scrawny **
** Thom returns with Sevis and Morti to the Copper
** Atross heads to market and looks for Alyssa's
Thom: "Very well Atross, you know where we
** Alyssa looks up at your (Atross) approach **
** (189) Daelan La'neral follows along with Atross.
Atross: (You really don't have to you know.)
(182) Alyssa: What can I do for you today, kind
sir? Nice day isn't it? What with tha' sun out an' about. (smiles)
(184) Morti: ((anyone cover morti's head
before carrying him out into public?))
Sevis Goloens: (( AFK for a smoke ))
Thom: (( Depends how Sevis picked him up, but
more than likely Thom would have yes. ))
Atross: "I'm looking for some fletching,
shafts and feathers suitable for making arrows. The elf you met yesterday sent
me, figuring it would be better if I did the talking."
(184) Morti: ((good. avoids questions
like," is that a diseased goblin on your back?"))
(184) Morti: (( ... "Or are you just
happy to see me?" ))
** Alyssa frowns as Daelan approaches. "He came
with you, I see." **
** Thom returns to the Copper cauldron and after
seeing Moti put into a proper bed to rest, he checks on Drenla and Rhian, to
see how they are feeling. **
(182) DM: Her manner changes in an instant,
from friendly to blandness.
(182) Alyssa: His order is ready. (gestures to
the pile of shafts and feathers, arranged in a neat bundle) You can leave your
payment on the counter.
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I had no
intentions on following him,but I had to make sure that the arrows and fletching
I purchased were in fact good enough for one such as myself and Atross."
** Atross replies calmly, "So he did."
Picks up his coin pouch and reaches inside to count out the payment. **
(182) Alyssa: Fine. (turns away to attend to
** (189) Daelan La'neral picks up the arrow shafts
and looks around for a barrel of water. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Grab the feathers
Atross,I need to inspect the arrows."
(182) DM: There's one in a corner of the
** Atross lays the coins down on the counter and asks
as he does so, "I don't know if it's rude to say, but you look a lot like
a bard I met not long ago." **
** (189) Daelan La'neral walks over to the water
barrel and dumps the arrow shafts in the barrel,letting the shafts get nice and
Atross: "Do you know Cytara?"
Sorry dont know what /ne is!
** Brion hands you (Thom) a note as you enter the
** Atross picks up the package of feathers, wondering
if it's best he only sees the finished product after all. **
(182) Brion: This came for you, friend, from
the temple of Arawn. (shudders)
(182) Alyssa: Why, yes. (looks up, warily)
** Thom pockets the note and nods with an unhappy
look. After checking on everyone, he returns to his room (which can be where we
put Morti btw, since Morti doesn't actually have a room) and pulls out the
note, looking it over before opening it up and reading, even though he suspects
what it says. **
** Atross continues warily, "How strange that
she didn't mention your name. I asked her where I should be able to find arrows
in town. Have you not seen her in a while?" **
** Alyssa looks away. "She and I have had our
differences. Why do you ask?" **
** (189) Daelan La'neral comes back to Atross after
about 15 minutes,carrying the wet arrow shafts,walks over and places 50 gp on
the counter in front of Alyssa," You may not like me,nor I you,but you do
a fine job for an Edan." **
(182) DM: The note is actually inside an
envelope, sealed with a wax impression.
(182) Alyssa: Keep your coin.
** Thom looks over the envelope for a moment,
studying it. (Search for traps, just to be sure) **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Ash arrows
Atross,very good quality as well."
(182) Alyssa: (continues speaking to Atross)
Atross: "Just curious, honestly. And I
wanted to let you know, if you ever wonder, that she planned on heading to
Verith in Damrosil. She won't be around here, apparently."
(191) Cruciatus (exit): 23:39
** Alyssa touches her neck, in shock.
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Come along
Atross,we need to purchase some rawhide now,then we get the arrowheads and we
are in business of making arrows."
** Alyssa seems flustered. "I thank you for this
news, sir." **
Sevis Goloens: (( I gota go pick someone up.
I will be back in about 45 min or so ))
(182) DM: (k)
(189) Daelan La'neral has sent you a tree node...
whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20+15] ->
[13,15] = (28)
** Thom takes a deep breath and sighs, then cracks
open the envelope left for him. **
** Atross responds awkwardly, "You're welcome.
Have a pleasant afternoon, lady," and turns to follow Daelan, giving
Alyssa some space to think. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I am glad to be
able to teach one of you Edan the fine art of arrow making."
** Alyssa nods at Daelan wordlessly, not hearing him,
mulling over Atross' words. **
(200) No Name (enter): 23:43
Atross: "And I'll be glad to be able to
repair and maintain a supply of arrows in the wild, someday."
(200) No Name (exit): 23:43
(200) No Name (enter): 23:43
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I also hope that
you can forgive me elendil Atross,about my outburst in the Inn,I was not
prepared to see my brother in there."
(182) DM: The note reads:
(182) DM: I must have news as to your decision
in the matter of Nerick, as we discussed. Send your reply with this note, or
come to the temple of Arawn.
(182) DM: It is signed, Okinar of Arawn.
(189) Daelan La'neral: " If you know of a
mage,I can inscribe elven runes on some of your arrows,once they are enchanted
they will be better than those found anywhere else."
Atross: "I'm sure he has his reasons for
the path he's chosen, and I hope it's not merely profit."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Profit,we Quessir
do not care for money,no he is here for another purpose,and since I have not
seen a tracker here,it must be something that Tyrande sent him on."
** Thom folds the note back into the envelope and
heads out. On his way Out, he asks Sevis to watch over the three sleeping
companions and then Thom heads downstairs, stopping for a moment to speak with
(182) Brion: Ays, m'lord?
Thom: "Sir, a couple of my companions are
quite tired still from our journey here, so could help keep an eye that no one
goes to bother them?"
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I am sure you
have not had many dealings with the Calen Quessir have you Atross."
(182) Brion: Of course, m'lord.
Thom: "Thank you, if any of my other
companions return and inquire about me, simply let them know I will return
shortly." Thom slides his hand over the bar and a silver coin appears on
the far side, nearest Brion.
Atross: "Most interesting. So many plots
barely told and there must be untold thousands more just beneath notice...
What? No, I have not. Most humans have very few dealings with elves, Quessir,
of any kind nowadays."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " That is because
most of us are getting ready for the great crossing."
** Thom then turns and heads out. **
(182) Brion: Why, thank you, m'lord. (pockets
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Most of the other
Quessir have already crossed,very few of us remain anymore,just the shadow,drow
** Thom heads out from the Copper Cauldron and heads
straight for the Temple of Arwan (assumig from the original description of the
temple district that I would have seen it earlier and can therefore easily find
(200) No Name (exit): 23:53
(182) DM: (yes)
Atross: "That would help explain the
abandoned ruins in the Forest of Miir."
** Thom pauses for a moment before the doors to the
temple and then enters. **
(182) DM: You find Okinar in the main temple
chamber, talking to a group of initiates. He breaks off and smiles an
unpleasant smile as you enter the room, dismissing the initiates.
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: So, you have returned,
without your companions. What have you decided?
(189) Daelan La'neral: " The shadow fight
for good or evil,depending on who pays them the most,the drow,well everyone
knows which side they fight on,and we Calen seem to be fighting everyone on our
own,so we have decided that it is time for us to make the crossing as well.''
Thom: Yes I have, as I said I would. However, as
I mentioned yesterday we are currently in the middle of something and do not
have much time right now. On the other hand, we would be willing to keep an eye
out for this Nerick. We just simply do not have the time to devote to your
needs right now.
Atross: "Seems a shame, but it is
something people have to decide on their own."
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: No time? A werewolf is
out on the loose in this city and you have no time?!?
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Pah! I knew I should
have spoken to other adventurers. (mutters) Very well, then. Good day.
Thom: "Surely you understand that we cannot
break an agreement to a prior job. Very well, if we come across him - we will
be sure to let you know."
** Okinar, of Arawn relents slightly. "What
would it take to buy a little of your time?" **
** Thom bows slightly and leaves the temple. **
** Thom stops in the middle of leaving. **
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Wait! Please. Please!
** Okinar, of Arawn seems desparate. "Please.
What would it take? How much? I will pay, I swear it! By the first
circle!" (gulps) **
** Thom turns back at Okinar's request. "It is
not merely a matter of money. Surely you can understand the honor of
compleating what one has been tasked for." **
Thom: "Unless you knew of a way to make up
for the travel time we would lose, I do not see much of an option."
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Yes, I understand. But
I beg of you, this is extremely important. Please. If you must, I will triple
whatever you have been promised. Please.
(189) Daelan La'neral: " It is not
something we decided upon Atross,it is a matter of survival,no offense meant
but you Edan are like the locusts,you swarm in and destroy everything and everyone
in your path,and you are too numerous to us to contend with."
** Thom nods to Okinar, but makes no other response
to his pledge. "If it is indeed that important to you, perhaps my
companions and I need to discuss it a little more. But if we are to do that, I
need to know exactly what you need from us so we can anticipate an amount of
time it would take. After all, time is very important to us." **
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: If this menace to the
city is not found, the lord of the city will see to it that our temple will pay
dearly. And with the loss of the shield, that would not be in any one's best
Thom: (( his pledge = Okinar's pledge of massive
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Please. I need you to
find this man. I can describe him for you if you wish. But it must be done
soon, before the fullness of the sapphire moon.
Thom: "A description could very well help.
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Nerick was a powerfully
built man of your height, about five and ten stones, three times ten years,
with short, graying black hair and a noticeable scar over his left eye.
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: He was quite fit, and
may (or must have) been an athelete, a warrior or a guardsman.
Atross: "The typical Edan way of life is
not something Quessir are comfortable with, I understand. Time goes by and
things change. For those who would prefer to leave than change with it, that is
fine. I just think that it would be a shame for elves to leave history
Thom: And this man needs to be found prior to
the saphire moon so that you can cure him of his affliction, correct?
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Correct. He was well
known in this city, having been a member of a band of adventurers known as the
Atross: "Those with such long life can work
much good in the world, and the elven empires have a long history of knowledges
still unshared, untold, I am sure."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " In three
generations of Humans,we Quessir will be nothing more than a bed time story you
tell you kids,3 more after that and we will not even be mentioned."
Thom: Sounds noble enough of a quest. I shall
inform the companions of your newest offer and we will see if we can spare the
time. I will return to give you an answer later.
Thom: (( *the companions, aka - my companions ))
(182) TaliesinNYC: In fact, I have heard that
the mage Certimfil, was a member of Nerick's company. If anyone would know of
Nerick's likely hiding places, he might. He lives in a manse on the south bank
of the river outside the city.
(182) DM: (sigh, I'll correct the log later)
(189) Daelan La'neral: " We once shared
our history with you Humans,and with the other races as well,in the
begining,but then things went wrong,Humans started distrusting the Quessir due
to our long lives,and the dwarves started distrusting Humans since Humans
wanted what the dwarves found in the mountains,and so began the long wars in
the end look at where we are."
Atross: "Thay's what I'm afraid of. And no
one will bother to look further."
Thom: That is indeed useful information.
Anything else you care to share? After all - the more we know, the quicker it
can be accomplished.
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I can see why I
picked you as Elendil Atross,you do not think like the Humans."
Atross: "I don't know. I'd think that legacy
would be important to us short lived humans."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Yes but unless
you scribe it,it becomes nothing more than a story you tell you kids,and they
tell theirs and after awhile it is nothing but just that a story."
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: Hm. I know that he left
town to abandon a nagging wife named Cindal, who has since taken up with a
no-account, would-be trader named Hurot. They share a shack behind the Tower of
the Tax Collector, an ironic location since Hurot never paid a penny of tax in
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: If Nerick was in some
kind of trouble, he might seek out Cindal.
Atross: "With deeds as great as we seem
headed for, I'd expect it etched in stone."
Thom: Very well, that should be enough to get us
started, if we determine that we have the time. I shall let you know. Good day.
(182) Okinar, of Arawn: I'm afraid that's about
all I know. Others in the city might know more. As I mentioned, Nerick is (or
was) quite famous, from his exploits in the Wizard's Bane.
** Okinar, of Arawn nods, watching Thom leave. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Stone is harder
to carry than tomes Atross,although something in this world have been etched in
stone,mostly by our brothers the dwarves."
** Thom leaves the temple and goes down to the market
area to look around for a bit before heading back to the Copper Cauldron. **
Atross: "It's a metaphor. Stone tends to
last longer than paper."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Unless the stone
is allowed to weather,like most stones do."
Atross: "But how long does paper last in
those conditions? It's a moot point anyway. I'll demand both tomes of our epic
and an entire cliffside quarry worth of stone tablets of the tale to be stored
in meticulous condition so that the tale can always be found."
** Atross laughs. **
(182) DM: ((fair warning. I tend not to RP
shopping as a rule....so you get your rawhide))
(182) DM: ((in fact, we can FF if you like))
** Thom returns to the Copper cauldron and awaits the
return of the others. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " If that is the
case I hope you have alot of stonemasons and scribes at your beck and call
Atross: (We have gotten a little off track.)
Thom: (( sure ))
Atross: "Someday, when I save the world,
I'm sure I will."
Jarvis: ((Sounds good))
(182) DM: ((if it were a tabletop game, then
possibly, but online, shopping for arrows is like shopping for tomatoes...not
Atross: (You did very well anyway, thank you.)
(182) DM: (so it's later in the day, about late
afternoon. you're back at the inn, and having your evening meal. Morti's still
sleeping, but Rhian and Drenla have joined you at the table.)
(182) Drenla: I checked in on him. He's doing
fine, and should be up tomorrow morning.
(182) Rhian Aes Sedai: I heard that the shield
was destroyed. Any news?
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Do you have a
small sharp knife Atross,you are going to need it once we soak the rawhide,it
has to be cut into very thin strips,then wrapped around the arrowtip as well as
around the feathers,then they must be dried to allow the rawhide to shrink and
Thom: "That is good news Drenla, but it
brings up something else. I had to speak with Okinar of Arwan today, as he sent
a letter here. He seems quite desperate for help in finding Nerick."
(182) Drenla: Mmm hmm. (chews) And?
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Nerick,my brother
is looking for him as well."
Thom: "No idea Madam Rhian. We had been
discussing it a little, and when we woke this morning - it was gone."
Atross: "There's that silver one you
picked up; it'll do, I guess."
Jarvis: "You'd think the church would
have a group of warriors at their services"
(189) Daelan La'neral: " What does Okinar
of Arwan want with Nerick?"
Atross: "He already escaped from the group
of warriors in their service."
Thom: "Well, if we need to stay another
day, I will probably have to talk to him again. I was hoping we would be able
to sneak out without it, but it doesn't look possible now."
Thom: "He claims to want to help the man.
Something about a process that would cure his affliction."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Is Nerick the
Thom: "Yes, he is."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Odd that my
brother and Okinar would want the same person."
Thom: "Well, according to Okinar, your
brother and Nerick used to travel together."
Atross: "We could ask him about it."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " That may be,I
have no idea what my brother has been up to lately."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Ask who Atross?
My brother? He will not be very forthcoming in any questions you pose him.''
Atross: "If he was looking for him
yesterday, maybe he found Nerick already. It can't hurt to look for Nerick
while we wait for Morti to recover, at least."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He is about as
cryptic in his answers as everyone else you have met."
(203) Rayman (enter): 00:36
Thom: "Then he would be exactly the type of
person we are used to, no problem there."
Sevis Goloens: "Maybe he just wont be
very forthcoming with you around Daelan?"
Atross: "On the surface it appears to be a
good deed, so I suppose we can ask Nerick what he thinks of it if we can catch
(203) Rayman (exit): 00:36
Jarvis: "Agreed. I'd like to get this
Nerick's side of the story"
Thom: "Yes, I suppose we could look for Nerick
a little while we wait."
Thom: "Okinar did give me another possible
lead, nerick's ex-wife."
Atross: "Though maybe if we talk about it
all night the problem will take care of itself. Any takers?"
Thom: "I find it hard to believe that it
happened once, no way I would go for it a second time."
** Atross pauses only briefly before continuing,
"...well I'm ready to hit the streets then." **
Sevis Goloens: "As long as it does not
take too long I wish to be out of here as soon as Morti is well enough to travel.
The shield fell already so thats one less thing we need to worry about, and I
would just assume leave this Nerrik guy alone if it is going to talk long to
talk with him"
(189) Daelan La'neral: " For once Sevis
and I agree on something."
Jarvis: "Still, can't hurt to take a look
while we're waiting for the kid to recuperate"
Sevis Goloens: "But as long as Morti is
resting we can try to find him. Rhian would you like to join us, I know
polotics is your thing, but could be interesting to speak with a wearwolf"
(205) Xeriar (enter): 00:41
Thom: "Sounds like a plan. We can use the
time until Morti is well enough to travel to search for Nerick. Now, there is
Certimfil, who may or may know know something. And there is Cindal, whom Nerick
may have sought help from. Of course, he could also be anywhere else since he
was at one point a fairly well known adventurer around here."
(205) Xeriar (exit): 00:41
Thom: (( *may or may not know ))
(189) Daelan La'neral: " It would be
easier to find him when he is werewolf form,not easy to find a human in a city
Atross: "That won't be until tonight
though, right? And that's assuming he really is a werewolf."
(182) Rhian Aes Sedai: No, I'll pass. Besides,
someone has to stay here to see over Morti.
Thom: "I do have a description, and we may
find that more people know who he is, as opposed to just some random person
from the street."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He may be a
famous person too,which means that many will not tell a bunch of strangers
where he is."
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(186) ticattack (exit): 00:45
Sevis Goloens: "I figured his Mentor
would do that, but as you wish. As for finding him, I personaly would ask
around at the type of establishment that Daelans brother would be found, then
expand my search to the area outside the city. Easyer to hide from those
looking for you if you are not in the city"
Atross: "Depends on what kind of famous he
is and who we ask and how."
Thom: "Very true. That's why the leads we
have may be our best, if not only, options."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Well I can go to
Atross: "if you don't mind me saying,
someone else should do the asking, Daelan. Seems Thom's pretty good at getting
people to open up."
Thom: "You sure? When he came here - he
seemed more willing to do anything but talk to you."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I am sure he
would more likely speak to me,I do not think anyone in this town is going to
answer any question I ask,since most here do not speak to slaves."
Thom: "If you believe that you can get some
info from him, then I guess that works. But remember, we aren't actually
working for Okinar. We want to find out what is actually happening and go from
there. Who else will go with Daelan?"
Atross: "I'd go."
** Thom nods. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Perhaps that is
because I sent him a warning Thom,since I have not seen any trackers around,I
am sure he will speak to me."
Thom: "Very well. Then Sevis and I will try
to track down Cindal. Drenla, are you up to travelling with us, or do you still
need to rest?"
Sevis Goloens: "Where in this city would
your brother most likly hang out Daelan?"
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Not in the city
Sevis,outside the city."
Atross: "He's got a mansion across the
river I heard."
Sevis Goloens: "No if he was in the city
where would he go.? I dont want to speak with him but the people he or Nerrik
may have spoken too"
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He may frequent
the mages citadel,but I can not say for certainty."
** Thom chuckles slightly. **
Sevis Goloens: "Ok thank you, Ok Thom
Atross: "I doubt there's any place in the
city he frequents, but he did stop by this inn for example."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He is a High Mage
Thom: "Oh, something else that may come in
handy - Nerick adventured with a group called "Wizard's Bane". Use
that info if you need. Any questions?
Atross: "We meet back at the Inn?
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Wizards
Bane,strange name for a group that my brother once frequented."
Thom: "Once you get your questions
answered. Don't go off searching for Nerick as just a pair, in case he is not
welcoming to visitors. We'll meet back here and decide where to go from there,
Sevis Goloens: (( AFK Smoke break ))
(182) Drenla: I need to rest as well. The
shield drained much of my magicka.
** Thom nods to Drenla. "I understand. Rest
well, I do want to be on our way as soon as possible." **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Why would I go
looking for a Human? There are too many here as it is."
Atross: "Anyway, I doubt he knows where
Nerick is yet. But he's looking for him and may fill us in on the real
(182) Drenla: Besides, it will give me time to
prepare a spell of transport for us all.
Thom: "Good. We'll all return here shortly
then." Thom pauses as he stands up. "Transport? A way to make up for
time we spent here? That will help greatly."
Sevis Goloens: (( back ))
** (189) Daelan La'neral stands up,walks out of the
Inn,heading to the front gates of the city. **
Atross: "See you again shortly and good
** Atross exits the building. **
** Thom heads up to Brion before heading out. **
** Sevis Goloens waits to follow Thom **
(182) Brion: Yes, m'lord?
Thom: "I was wondering if you could tell me
where the Tower of the Tax collector is located. I was told that someone there
was looking to hire some help."
** Brion gives Thom directions. **
** Thom nods to Brion in thanks and heads out with
(182) DM: (Daelan's group first)
Thom: (( then I am going to go smoke. :P ))
** Atross goes to find Certimfil's manse across the
river. (Gates no trouble I hope) **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " I hope there are
2 different idiots at the gate than when I first arrived here Atross."
Atross: "I'd hope that it's not idiots at
the gate this day; no good to just meet new idiots."
(182) DM: It's easy to find Certimfil's house,
as it's the only dwelling constructed on the south bank of the river. The house
is made up of three connected buildings, each with its own exit. Apparently,
the mage uses each section for a different purpose, as one emits a decidedly
chemical odor, another is surrounded by heaps of ash and slag, and the third is
barred and shuttered from within. A large chimney rises from the rear of the
(182) DM: As you approach the manse, you can
see that the front door lies partially open and light streams from within.
(207) swo0p (enter): 01:08
Atross: "You know, I don't think he has
that door open for the weather."
** (189) Daelan La'neral stands and looks at the
buildings,not sure what to make of what he is seeing,then noticing the door
partially open,reaches down and notches an arrow. **
(207) swo0p (exit): 01:09
** (189) Daelan La'neral gives a familiar call out to
the house **
(182) DM: (Arioch and Erdain aren't manning the
gates apparently. The guards are...friendlier)
(182) DM: No response is forthcoming.
Atross: (Well with the shield gone, even Arioch
and Erdain would be a bit friendlier)
(208) [DiceWhore][BU] Extrimis (enter): 01:11
** (189) Daelan La'neral slowly approaches the
house,scanning the ground around him. **
Atross: "I suppose that confirms that nobody
is home. Barge in then?"
(208) [DiceWhore][BU] Extrimis (exit): 01:11
(189) Daelan La'neral: " And startle a
High Mage,no thanks,better to err on the side of caution,besides I do not know
if there are any trackers around either."
Atross: "The door is open and nobody is
answering. Something is up."
** Atross draws his bow and nocks an arrow to command
it's fire on, "Igneshun." **
** (189) Daelan La'neral stops at the
threshold,reaches down and touches the blood to see if it is fresh. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Yes something or
someone has bled here."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Can you move
** Atross follows behind the tracker expertly aiming
over and around the elf. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Noon or
thereabouts,the blood is fresh."
** Atross whispers, "I can move quieter,
but I shoot things not sneak around." **
** (189) Daelan La'neral slowly,and silently steps up
onto the threshold,stopping just at the door,listening intently,smelling the
air from inside. **
** (189) Daelan La'neral slowly opens the door
wider,then slips inside,moving to the right of the door,keeping his back to the
wall,giving the room a quick look around. **
** Atross covers through the doorway awaiting a
signal before moving in as well. **
(182) DM: Six large bookcases, a desk and a
chair are the only furnishings in this moderate-sized room., A pair of doors
lies ajar to your left, one near and one farther away. The room is ransacked
and in total disarray. Muddy prints can be seen on the floor, streaked with
** (189) Daelan La'neral motions for Atross to enter
** Atross carefully steps in and slides to the left
of the doorway as he surveys the wreckage of the room. **
** (189) Daelan La'neral begins to breath through his
mouth as the sweet sickly smell of blood begins to cloud his mind,glances down
at the tracks,committing them to memory then begins to study them **
** (189) Daelan La'neral points out the blood stained
tracks on the floor to Atross. **
** Atross nods, whispering, "Wolf?" **
** (189) Daelan La'neral whispers to Atross,"
Well no werewolf did this,they are the tracks of a man,feet are to big to be Quessir."
(182) DM: The contents of the shelves are in
disarray, as if items have been taken from the shelves and books thrown
haphazardly about. Broken pieces of furniture suggest that a battle took place
Atross: "Don't know if that's less to worry
about or more."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Breath through
your mouth Atross,keeps your head clear."
Atross: "I'm no stranger to a
blooddrenched battlefield, it's the next afternoon when it gets worst."
** (189) Daelan La'neral follows the tracks,stopping
before entering any other rooms,listening,then slipping in looking
around,motioning for Atross to follow him **
** (189) Daelan La'neral slips into the room giving
it a quick look around. **
(182) DM: (which door, near left or far left?)
** Atross follows quietly, scanning for movement. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: (( wherever the track
(182) DM: This (near left) appears to be a
laboratory. Inside, the odor of chemicals and strange, noxious substances is
overpowering. Furnishings include three heavy workbenches along the wall to the
SE, a hand pump near the exit, a long table near the NW wall, a large drainage
sump for waste materials in the NW corner and a rack of fine crystal flasks,
beakers and oddly shaped containers against the SW wall. Also here is a corpse,
face down. The room is an absolute mess.
** (189) Daelan La'neral moves to the corpse,slowly
turning the body over to look at who it is **
(182) DM: There appears to be no movement
within. All is eerily quiet.
(182) DM: It's Certimfil.
** (189) Daelan La'neral studies the way he was
killed( ie. stab wounds,slashes,bites that sort of thing)) **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Well I guess we
will not be speaking with Certimfil."
Atross: "I suppose not. The plot is now
thick as blood, huh."
Atross: "If the culprit's gone, I wonder
if we can find his journal at least."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Huh? Umm....yea I
** (189) Daelan La'neral continues to stare down at
his brother,checking his body for anything useful **
whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20+9] -> [13,9]
Atross: "He's a mage; gotta have a
(189) Daelan La'neral: " If he kept a
journal,it would either be in his den or his sleeping room Atross."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He did not even
Atross: "Looks like whoever did this was
looking for something, though."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " It had to be
someone he knew and trusted."
** (189) Daelan La'neral stands up and begins
gathering all the unbroken crystal vials he can,placing them in his pack. **
** (189) Daelan La'neral once done,moves to the next
Atross: "Yep; they certainly didn't sneak
in. I wonder if it was Nerick. Don't know enough about him to say who else it
** (189) Daelan La'neral stops near the sump,looking
down,then reaches down and lifts the grate,looking down inside **
** Atross looks through the mess of the first room
dealing with the arduous task of looking for what's missing in a house he's
never been to. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " If you find
anything useful Atross,take it,better it be used than destroyed.''
(182) DM: This other room is a forge of some
kind. A large bellows is connected to the furnace in the eastern corner.
Opposite this in the S corner of the room is a crate of charcoal. An anvil with
typical tools rests near the connecting door to the study. This room appears to
have been disturbed as well, but less so.
(210) spectator (enter): 01:40
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Well I found out
how they got in and out,once we are done here,I guess we will be heading down
whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20+1] -> [3,1]
whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20+1] -> [16,1]
Atross: "Great, why'd they open the door
** (189) Daelan La'neral tips over the crate of
charcoal to see if there is anything there. **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Perhaps they did
not,perhaps it was my brother trying to run away and was drug back
Atross: "Could be."
** (189) Daelan La'neral looks around the bottom of
the anvil **
Atross: "I'm not finding any spellbooks in
all this mess. Either they're well hidden or they're gone. Unless he didn't
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Well if you find
anything that interests you in the books take them."
** (189) Daelan La'neral heads to the next room **
(182) DM: (no other rooms)
(182) DM: In the wreckage of the main room is a
** (189) Daelan La'neral heads back the main
room,starting from one end and working my way around,carefully searching the
entire room. **
Atross: "I don't think there's much else I
can find, and it's hard to tell what may have been taken."
** (189) Daelan La'neral tapping on the walls and
floorboards,checking behind the bookcases **
(189) Daelan La'neral: " There are four or
five books that are missing Atross."
Atross: "Unless it's like volume 4 of 5
you're gonna have to explain that to me sometime."
(189) Daelan La'neral: " He would have one
from each of the elements not to mention the combination of the four as
(182) DM: (Thom's group next)
Atross: "Oh well, guess this is a dead
(182) DM: (I can handle both groups at the same
time but wanted to give Daelan's group a head start)
Thom: (( they need it. :P ))
Atross: "Into the sump?"
** Thom follows Brion's directions to get to the
Tower of Tax Collectors and instead of entering it, walks past it, and goes
around to the back of the tower, looking for Hurot's shack. While walking, he
explains to Sevis that Nerick left his wife Cindal, whom now lives with a man
named Hurot. **
(182) DM: (k)
(189) Daelan La'neral: " No I believe we
are going to need the others as well Atross,if this thing could kill my brother
so easily I do not think we two are going to be able to handle it on our
** Sevis Goloens nods **
Sevis Goloens: "Thats a good place to
(182) DM: The house you're directed to behind
the squat Tower of the Tax Collector is a small, one-room dwelling that appears
to have once been quite comfortable in comparison to the other houses down the
street. Now, though the paint is flaked and odd shingles are missing from the
sagging roof. Rough steps lead up to an iron-studded door.
Thom: "Well, here goes nothing." Thom
mutters as he walks up the stairs and knocks once on the door.
(182) DM: The door opens a crack and a thin,
reedy voice hisses from within. "Yes? Whoisit?"
Atross: "Back to the cauldron then, see if
they had better luck."
Thom: "My name is Thom, and I was directed
to this humble abode in search of information of someone that is needing
(189) Daelan La'neral: " Did you find
anything of interest Atross?"
(182) DM: The door is opened wide by a tired
looking human woman, with graying blond hair tied in a bun.
** Sevis Goloens sits quiet and listens **
** Thom smiles at the woman. "Madam Cindal I
(182) Cindal: If'n yer lookin fer Nerick, I
dun' know where 'e is.
(182) DM: A voice calls from within.
Thom: "Why do you think we are looking for
(182) Cindal: Some men, Hurot. (calls over her
shoulder) Wot did ye say yer name was? (suspiciously)
(182) Cindal: Germad was lookin fer him.
Thom: "The name is Thom madam. And this is
my friend Sevis."
Thom: "Ahh, so people only come to you
looking for Nerick, is that so?"
** Cindal shrugs. "I dun know. It seems as if'n
I have all tha' answers but I have nae clue as to whar 'e is. Come in, if'n ye
(182) Cindal: Pleased tae meet ye.
Thom: "We would like that very much, thank
** Sevis Goloens nods to the lady an takes a step
toward the door before looking to Thom **
(182) Cindal: Inside, the house is damp, but
some effort has been made to keep it clean. Furnishings consist of a table with
twin bench seats and a large surprisingly luxurious bed. Weapons and oddments
of martial gear are displayed on the walls.
** Thom nods to Sevis to indicate everything is ok
and he enters the house. **
(182) DM: (oops)
Thom: (( she's giving us a rundown of her own
house. ;) ))
Thom: "Come Sevis, let us relax with these
two for a couple moments."
(182) DM: As you step inside and adjust your
vision to the gloom within, you spot a small man hunched over a table in the
rear, looking up from a meal of stew and bread. He glances up and talking with
his mouth nearly full, "Pleashed tae meetcha."
(212) Demian (enter): 02:07
Thom: "Pleased to meet you as well sir,
sorry for bothering you during mealtime."
(212) Demian (exit): 02:08
(182) Cindal: This is Hurot. Hurot, this is
Thom and Service.
** Thom smiles slightly at Cindal's mispeaking, but
let's it go. **
(182) Cindal: So, wot do ye wan' tae know 'bout
Sevis Goloens: "Not Service, Sevis, no R
in the name. But thats a new variation I have not heard yet." **Smiles**
** Cindal nods, a bit embarassed. "'Tis an
unusual name. Never 'eard of it." **
Thom: "You are correct, we have come here
looking for information about Nerick. Originally, we were approached and
offered a job looking for him, but right now we just are trying to understand
what is happening better. One side of the story always leaves things out."
Sevis Goloens: "I would not expect you
have since I am from a very very distant land. Do you have any water by
(182) Cindal: Well, I ha'en't 'eard o' 'im in
two months, I have. 'e was a fighter who failed tae return in tha' time. As far
as I know, 'e's dead. But lately, a few ha' called fer 'im. Germad (counts on her
fingers), tha' nae guid mage, fer starters. An' Cytara.
** Cindal nods and shuffles over to a pitcher on a
table, pouring a tankard for Sevis. "'ere." **
Thom: "Really? He does seem to have gotten
some people interested in him then. Do you know where in town he might be? You
knew him as well as almost anyone else, is there anyplace you can think of that
he might go to hide out? Or someplace where he always felt safe?"
Sevis Goloens: "Thank you M'Lady"
** Sevis Goloens takes a large drink of the water **
** Cindal shrugs. "Ye could ast Germad. 'e's
tha' Cap'n o' tha' Watch, 'e is. If anyting, 'e would know whar Nerick is. They
wer like brothers. **
(182) DM: ((stopping in 20 minutes so Lurkified
Thom: "Ahh, was Germad with nerick in
Wizard's Bane then?
whispering to TaliesinNYC, [1d20] ->  =
** Thom continues to make small talk about seemingly
nothing in particular for a few moments, although most seem to touch on
Marick's past. **
Thom: "One more question Madam, and I thank
you for being so forthcoming thus far. Did any one else happen to say why they
were looking for Nerick?"
(182) Cindal: Ays. An irony, 'tis. Fer a thief
tae be Cap'n o' tha' Watch. By tha' Green Mother, 'tch.
Thom: (( and I don't know why I said Marick
Sevis Goloens: "Mam sorry to pry but did
you and Narrik have a special place you went to be together?"
(182) Hurot: Tha' singer wanted tae know 'bout
'er 'arp. Tha' mage said somethin' 'bout a gem. (chews loudly and belches)
(182) Cindal: Nae.
Thom: "Hmm. Well, that is strange. We were
told he was in trouble, but nothing about a harp or gem."
(182) Cindal: 'E liked tae collect things.
Things o' magik.
Sevis Goloens: "Thank you for the water
and the information" **Sets the glass
(182) Cindal: An' weapons. (gestures to the
Thom: "So many of these items are
(182) TaliesinNYC: All o' 'em.
(182) Cindal: All o' 'em.
Thom: "Would you be willing to part with
one of them? I'd be willing to pay you for it, and it just might help us find
him. Something that was very personal to him would be best probably."
** Cindal sighs heavily. "Welp, ye can take one
(182) DM: They include an arquebus, a long
blowgun tipped with a rusted needle, a heavily carved club of some foreign
tribal design, a light crossbow with several quarrels, a harpoon made of ebony,
a large battle axe, and a barbed ebony staff with a sling at its other end.
** Thom looks over the items. "Did he use any of
these, or just colect them?" **
(182) Cindal: Both.
** Sevis Goloens moves over to the Barbed Ebony Staff
and picks it up gently looking it over **
(213) Jack (enter): 02:35
Thom: "If I may ask, what about the spaces
here and here, did there used to be more items kept on this wall?
(182) DM: It's quite heavy, and in the wrong,
inexperienced hands, has the potential for injury.
** Cindal looks sheepishly at Hurot. **
(182) Hurot: Might as well tell 'em.
(182) Cindal: I sold 'em fer money.
** Thom smiles slightly. "That is
understandable, times can get hard." **
Thom: "The need to eat can be vry powerful,
cannot it not? Well, I believe that this staff my friend picked out might work
well for us. Since I do not know that we will be able to return it to you,
please take this." Thom holds his hand out, palm down, with his thumb
under his hand.
** Cindal holds her hands out, gratefully. **
** Sevis Goloens hefts the strange staff again **
(182) Cindal: Thank you. (meets his eyes
squarely) An' I hope ye find Nerick safe an' sound, if'n 'e is alive.
whispering to Morti, no levels lost btw
Sevis Goloens: "Interesting weapon,
though rather heavy for my tastes"
** Thom places his hand over hers and then slowly
moves it away, having her close her hand as he does. "Thank you again for
your help. If you do think of anything, we are at the Copper Cauldron,
Thom: "As do we madam, as do we."
(182) DM: (and on that note, we'll stop. next
session will be the high level game)
(182) DM: (when this game resumes, we'll begin
with Thom's group before reconvening)
Thom: (( k ))
Sevis Goloens: (( sounds good ))
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