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Subject: So much creativity


Astrid, these works are looking just gorgeous- you really have an eye for the arts! I'd love to be able to do this much with so many diverse media.

Keep it up- a creative outlet is a very precious thing

Posted on 2015-05-18 at 15:02:32.

Topic: I'm going to pierce the heavens with my drill
Subject: Warm wishes your way


Take care of yourself, man- there is always time in the future for brighter things

Posted on 2015-05-06 at 18:32:51.
Edited on 2015-05-06 at 18:33:21 by I-Binary

Topic: Duncan checkin' in
Subject: Cheers


Sounds like real life is just trying its best to keep you from having some free time recently; never worry, we're just happy to see you again, man! I like that you make time to drop us a few words.

Hope all is well for you in the coming while.

Posted on 2015-05-03 at 12:21:31.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: A SMALL group?? Well, aren't we lucky...


In short seconds, Kestross and Sirion were accompanied rapidly by the rest of their companions. Delacard, only just finishing the assembly of the heavy suit of armour he carried, was still grumbling, but his intention was just as genuine as that of the others', if not, likely, a great deal more so. Kestross gave him a nod, then scanned the rest of the room. Something was not right. As he was about to puzzle over it, Pynn's voice replaced his concentration, calling their attention.

"Come on everyone, I'll take you to the gate. Hopefully it's just a small group this time around." He flung open the door and hustled out the door, ushering the party with him in his haste. As they began to follow, one after the other, Kestross waited until he was the last one out; then it hit him.

"Wait! Pynn- Where's Zilvra?" How he could have missed the warrior's presence was entirely beyond him. Apparently, nobody else seemed to notice either. As a nauseating fear began to flush into his blood, he tried again. "Where is Zilvra?? We're missing her!" But it was too late- the room had been emptied, and nobody answered him anywhere. Frozen in place, if only for split seconds, Kestross struggled to well up a pinch of logic- a terribly difficult effort, exacerbated only by the demands placed on his position in their present situation. Unable to come up with anything creative or rational, he convinced himself- certainly against his preferences- that, wherever she was, she could probably handle herself, and tore out through the door after them.

As he ran, he strained to make out some familiar landmarks, with his companions already being a good ways out of his eyesight. After a few near-wrong turns and a very close tumble into a substantially-sized mud puddle (his trousers didn't exactly come out clean nevertheless), the tall sillhouette of the gate came swimming toward him through the downpoar at last. He was fortunate enough to catch the party as they were in the middle of leaving the village through the open gate, and expended a final desperate effort to bound his way after them before it closed. Coughing and sputtering from his flight and securely in their company, he addressed them.

"No need to worry... huff... Kestross... cough... Kestross is... present...! Whoo!" He stopped to cough some more before straightening up, at which his mood changed substantially to see Zilvra standing in the group a few metres away.

"Zilvra!" He gasped. "Thank the Gods you're all right!" Then he paused to regard her, still grinning widely, before catching himself and regaining some composure. "...I mean, yes, ahem, you are here. And safe. And we have a, ah... a mission to do."
Now visibly red-faced, he straigntened his hat, clicked his heels, and nodded in self-assurance. "...Yep. We're all here. And..." The armoured man with the halberd was obviously unfamiliar. "...And who are you again?"

---

((OOC: If the party starts walking as Kestross is talking, he walks with them, and babbles as they go. The big baby needs his little doses of attention whenever he wants them ))

Posted on 2015-04-28 at 21:48:49.
Edited on 2015-04-28 at 21:50:07 by I-Binary

Topic: Speaking of...
Subject: Please tell me this is a continuing story


Because, if it is, I'm really interested to see what becomes of it.

Posted on 2015-04-09 at 20:39:51.

Topic: TPK as a Solution
Subject: TPK?


Having played fairly little in the way of DnD in general, I'll admit I have never run into a TPK; I would join one or two of the games SirSadaar and Kamina ran with some high school buds, and in every game I was in there was never anything like that. We screw around, but certainly not enough to merit is a TPK, so it was never too much of a problem (it did make White Wolf games far less serious than they should have been, though), and the DM always received ample respect.

In this person's situation, I would imagine a TPK wouldn't really solve anything. If anything, I wonder if it might even get the players angry and motivate them to torment the DM further. In a situation like that, if I was to make the decision, I would probably end the session and bring up the issue, talk it out, and then, if nothing improves, cease gaming with them in the future. It's no fun for anybody if nobody is willing to take the story even somewhat seriously.

That would be my decision, at least. I know it's not very good or creative, but all I could do; I might think about it more and take another shot at it later. That said, I like Ody's idea a fair bit!

Posted on 2015-03-30 at 19:24:25.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen Q&A
Subject: You bet!


I am available, but my posts might come late; I'll do my best!

Posted on 2015-03-30 at 18:34:08.

Topic: Hey from Dunk
Subject: Hi, Duncan!


Great to see you back, man! Hope you've been all right.

I LOVE Pathfinder. It is my main medium of RPing right now, as SirSadaar, Kamina, I, and a group of good friends from school have been playing a lot of it over Skype recently. It is fairly like 3.5, but, to agree with Olan, it is a lot better. I find it more versatile than standard DnD; it is more challenging, too, but that is all the better reason to improve your skills in character creation, problem solving, tactics, and the like.

Of course, it all depends on your GM, but I highly recommend it. If you talk to Kamina, he just might have an opening in our recent Pathfinder game called Adventures in Runewen; some of our other players have gone MIA, and I would be very sad to see it go. I don't truly know much about how their situation is really going, or what Kamina is up to regarding the issue, but if you drop him a PM, I'd bet he'd be pretty happy to work you in!

Posted on 2015-03-15 at 13:08:49.

Topic: Talk about The Inn
Subject: Ayrn's got some really great stuff


For the most part, the Inn is pretty well-stocked. Improvements, to me, would be more aesthetic than anything.

What I might suggest an expanded link to available emoticons in the window where we right messages; something like a button or tool that can open up a small window on the same page, perhaps a drop-down or something, rather than having them all lined up at the bottom of the screen.

This is just an inquiry, nothing serious or amazing. I'll post more when I have more ideas or when things come to me. Can't wait to see what you guys have in your vault of ideas!

Posted on 2015-03-13 at 21:03:00.

Topic: Jack is Back
Subject: Of monsters and men


Ohh, ohh, can I be Behemoth?? Oh, wait, maybe that isn't a good thing...

Nice to meet you, Leviathan! It's good to see previous RPers returning to the Inn- we've been having a fair few hellos and blasts from the past recently!

I hope to join you in a game one day, man- many cheers!

Posted on 2015-03-13 at 20:42:32.
Edited on 2015-03-13 at 20:44:11 by I-Binary

Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Interesting??!


The table was large and awkward, but it was nothing Riggs couldn't manage. As he made his way out of the control room, where Gyro was still typing away, he looked around: only Hodges remained by the doorway, his feet planted firmly against the ground and knees bent in preparation for anything. Riggs looked around briefly for Slade, and a slight rush of adrenalin caused his breath to catch. Was the kid dead already? Have they somehow broken in without their notice? A trembling hand began to reach for the improvised grenades holstered at his belt, but fell to his side once more when the faint sound of a second table being dragged out of the dormitories gradually became audible. With a sigh of relief, he allowed himself to relax a little before returning to the job at hand. As he placed his hands back onto the table to grasp it, the Medbay door slid shut to reveal Batter. The second clone also scanned the hallway, just for a second or two, before striding to Riggs' left to grab the table's far side.

"Thanks, guy- and, err... sorry 'bout shutting you in there in that last one," he added, biting his tongue. "Won't happen again- wasn't a good thing to do..."
It had been a highly unprofessional move. A real soldier was aware of everything in his evironment, especially his teammates; it was one of the very first things he'd learned shortly after being generated. To break the link holding their team together was suicide and mission failure, and he knew that.

The process sped up considerably with one more man, and the table was placed in the right-most side of the hallway in no time. As he made his way back to the control room, with the second table well under way, Hodges' voice, now a dry, forced rasp, crackled over his comlink. "Boys, I think things just got worse..."

Riggs stopped dead in his tracks to listen. As he did, the adrenalin that had gripped him earlier began to return. "Something is... I dunno, pushing the door.... Something big, I'd wager...."
By all logic he knew, such a thing was virtually impossible. Blast doors, particularly those creating a seal between a pressurized artificial atmosphere and a vacuum, were ridiculously heavy and difficult to move. Hearkening back to relevant episodes of training on Kamino, he dared not to picture the monstrous thing lying outside that could apply such force to an inforceable object on its own. Even If it wasn't that, it still didn't matter, and the story only ended the same way: whatever was coming for them from out there was going to put up one hell of a fight.

"What do they find so interesting about us?!" he spat in agitation over his comlink. "I thought this was just a rock in the middle of dead, dumb, desolate space! They never tell us bucketheads anything!" Now, thoroughly charged with terror, he dashed out of the control room entrance and leapt over the now two-table barricade, crudely improvised, yet now the only source of cover. If it was the best thing they could do on such a tight budget, then it would have to do. Clutching the unstable grenades (now, likely, more so than ever), he drew in a final tentative breath and expected the worst.

Posted on 2015-03-09 at 19:30:58.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Solemn and serious


As the afternoon slowly began to transition to evening, Kestross could feel himself drifting. He pondered this briefly as his eyelids grew heavy, but found he could not keep his thoughts coherent. The sound of the rain outside was soothing; the fireplace seemed to be casting him deeper and deeper into his chair. He reached lazily for his trumpet beside him, but felt no motivation to play. The only people around him were his travelling companions, whom he ordinarily was happy to entertain, with or without extraneous company- it was always more fun to stir up excitement when it included the presence of a band of merry travellers, whose unfamiliar faces brought with them a night of opportunities without regrets or repercussions- but the eerie stagnation of the town had disturbed him. Whole buildings and infrastructural blocks were dilapidated, with boarded windows abound and cracks in the cobblestone streets. The townsfolk themselves looked even worse, drained of anything resembling joy or even contentment. The euphoria he'd experienced earlier that'd come from the mayors elation compiled with heroic fantasies of restoring Dalhurst to beauty had faded, leaving him with unrest that robbed him of his own comfort. Even when he'd just sat down, he'd still been fairly cheerful; it was as if his emotions had been flipped upside down and soured.

The very thought of it is just so sad... people cannot live this way... can't think... but... the very thought...

---

"Arvin, we need your group now! The undead are clawing at the gates!"

The urgency in the guard's voice was just enough to startle Kestross back into the land of the living. In a surprised and half-drowsy stupor, he could see the others jumping to their feet and scuttling to the stairs, presumably to get ready; even Pynn, the bartender, had withdrawn an axe and a wooden shield. Giving Kestross a nod, he called out to the open "You heard Arvin, gear up and I'll take you to the gates."

"Well, there we go, then," Kestross murmured. He sat for a moment as he recovered from his awakening, and shook his head. That's enough for now. Throwing himself from the chair, the trumpet sitting beside it was then bundled hurriedly into his arms and carried with him back up the stairs. Even in the midst of his haste, he took a slice of ginger care in placing it down upon his bed, then continued to arm himself. A shirt of light chain-mail was shrugged over his torso, and his wide-brimmed hat, nearly dry (though he might have to replace the now-battered feathers), was crooked back upon his forehead. Next came a wooden buckler, strapped firmly to his arm, and, finally, a rapier in his right. The long, thin sword was his medium in battle, as well as one of his most prized possessions. He kept it well, and it gleamed in its condition.

With a nimble leap, he alighted before the foot of the stairs, fully assembled and ready to go, where Sirion was waiting, likely, for the others. It was not the sorcerer's policy to run off without company, so Kestross stood beside him in kind. "Looks like we arrived at just the right time," he muttered. "Tell me, though- how long was I out? Surely it can't be dark out already."

Posted on 2015-03-08 at 16:22:20.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen Q&A
Subject: Inform for update


Kamina, I'm going to wait until the next update to put up the joint post; in the space of time that passed, it is likely that Arvin would walk in before Kestross would get a chance to talk to Zilvra, seeing as he took some time to dry off, then ran back up the stairs again.

I imagine Arvin was fairly close by as they were running back to the Inn; the next update, however, will tell all, and the post may or may not happen depending on the outcome.

Posted on 2015-02-18 at 22:35:57.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Bookwork (complete)


There was nothing like a public inn to cheer drizzled spirits; with such foul weather outside and a warm, crackling fire to greet them, Kestross knew this would be a good time to get a bit of relaxation into the afternoon before their mission was ready to begin. He was full of excitement, and, eager to go about sharing that excitement with his companions, intent upon stirring up a bit of song and dance. Perhaps even some of the townsfolk would come and join them if they knew what fortune was coming about to befall them- yes, they would dance with the heroes of their very own town! That, of course, would remain to be seen.

From the stairs he strode into the centre of the room; to the far wall, most everybody had settled into the chairs surrounding the fireplace. Kestross strode towards them, greeting each in kind, and, before sitting down himself, noted Sirion's attentive gaze.

"Hmm? Oh, right- all right then, I'll bring it down in a sec." With that, he placed his trumpet on one of the unclaimed armchairs, wheeled about and dashed back up the stairs. Evidently, the cryptic book the mayor had given them had piqued the sorcerer's interest; Kestross knew he would glean far more information from it than he would himself, and admired him for his ability to understand such things so much more easily.

Almost a half-minute later he returned carrying the ancient tome with a platter of mutton and cheese resting on top of it. Handing it to Sirion, he explained "I tried to keep it as dry as possible- the book, that is, not my supper. I think the pages may have gotten a bit wet, but it'll still be okay for reading." Then he removed the platter, carried it back to the chair where his trumpet was waiting for him, and replaced it with himself. Zilvra was sitting just before him in the opposite chair, right next to the hearth, her face illuminated softly by the glow. He smiled broadly; perhaps the music would wait for a little while longer.

Posted on 2015-02-17 at 13:32:45.
Edited on 2015-02-20 at 18:04:46 by I-Binary

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen Q&A
Subject: Cheers!


That sounds great, Nomad- I loved your introduction for Sirion, and feel that everything will go smoothly as though you've been here all along.

Just getting my last post up, Kamina!

Posted on 2015-02-17 at 13:10:59.
Edited on 2015-02-17 at 13:11:17 by I-Binary

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen Q&A
Subject: Ah HA!


My post is finally up, but SirSadaar and I are working on a joint post together; that one will come later.

Posted on 2015-02-07 at 13:33:25.
Edited on 2015-02-07 at 16:18:12 by I-Binary

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Book panic


His embarrassment was only momentary, and in seconds upon stepping back outside, Kestross felt himself feeling excited about the task they had been given. At last, his skills would come to mean something! Surely he could win back their hearts at home if only they could know of what a hero he was to become! Yes, if this mission was to succeed, he would share fame with the others in the party through a story that was to spread across the farthest reaches of Runewen; a story that would be told for generations! Perhaps, if they were to achieve such glory... perhaps even King Chester Runewen himself would take notice! A spot in the nobility might be nice, Kestross pondered briefly. Then he laughed, for his thoughts were becoming more and more fantastic by the second. Sure would show the old man a thing or two at home, though...

In the midst of these musings, he happened to tip his head down somewhat, and was surprised to find a mottling of small wet drop marks smattered across his tunic. He raised a hand, hoping it was just a trick of the light, and discovered that, indeed, it had begun to rain, and was only raining harder by the second. "Come on," he groused in frustration. "Does it do nothing other than rain in this place?"

"Pick up the pace, young ones!" It was the voice of Arvin. "If we stay out here too long, we're bound to catch something, and then no one will stand to help Dalhurst!" He proceeded to dash down the street (Kestross noted he was far more agile than he'd imagined him for his age), and the others followed after him in turn. Eager to escape before matters grew any worse, Kestross took a running start, then stopped abruptly, nearly slipping on the cobblestones.

Curses, the book! The large old tome he held in his hands was sure to be over a century old, and would fare only for a few seconds in the rain if he wasn't careful. He looked around and found a building nearby, as abandoned as the others, with a wooden awning stretching over the verandah. Under this he leapt like a cat, and, finding it dry enough, opened up his tunic. The book was large, and he couldn't close the tunic over it, but it would have to do. He ran back out into the street, clutching it tightly against his chest at a forward lean to shield it, back towards the inn.

The last to arrive, he burst through the door and landed upon the dining-room entrance dripping wet. The warmth of the fireplace across the room beckoned him to take a seat, but it was wiser to get out of his clothes and put the book in a safer place.

"Hey, Pynn," he called towards the bar at his left, "Lay me out some mutton and cheese on a hot plate, will ya? Thanks in advance." With that, he took the stairs towards his room.

It was for moments like this that Kestross made a point of always travelling with at least two changes of clothes, for it was terribly uncomfortable to flick a rapier when you weighed an extra couple of pounds. The soaked silken threads were gently folded after receiving a thorough shaking-out- he would take them to the hearth to dry in a moment- and, once dried off somewhat and sitting in a clean shirt and trousers, he opened up the book and inspected it. The ends of the pages had taken on some water, but the text was still legible. That was all that mattered; as for reading it, he had little interest in books. Reading would come when everybody was back together and the situation could be further discussed in a group.

Satisfied with his protection measures and presence of mind, he placed the book inside his backpack, withdrew a piece of chocolate and a long brass trumpet, and headed back down the stairs.

Posted on 2015-02-07 at 13:32:25.

Topic: Looking for a game
Subject: Cheers, mister!


Hallo, Nomad- I believe I joined around when you left, but I understand you to have been an active community member- it's a pleasure to meet you, and I will join the others in welcoming you back!

I know there are a few games starting up- perhaps you could speak with Kamina, as we are having the very issue of a player being MIA for the past month or so in our current Pathfinder game. We would be glad to have you on board if you're interested!

Posted on 2015-02-01 at 17:14:47.

Topic: A Moment changes everything
Subject: Gulliver speaks to the giant


Although I am not and have not been a player for The Trilogy War, or have no clue as to the works of the yearly NFL U Pick, I am acutely aware, as are we all, of how essential your presence has been for the community, culture, and cameraderie of the Red Dragon Inn; you are a longstanding and well-loved member of this tiny social speck in the great sea of the internet and online RPing, and it would have been a great shame to see you go.

That, of course, is not to discount the unfortunate hand real life has dealt you; my heart extends to you in your circumstances, and I admire your loyalty and will to see to it that these afflictions are being mended. Keep your head held high and mind clear of strife-- and I am happy to wish you the very best while you are donating time out of your busy days to visit us and otherwise.

It is a pleasure to see you here and a relief to know you are still alive and kicking.

Posted on 2015-02-01 at 17:09:56.

Topic: SW: ACD Q&A/Characters
Subject: Absolutely!


I'd be more than happy to continue- ultimately, however, the choice is up to you, O Game Master.

Posted on 2015-01-29 at 21:09:57.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Out you go


A short pause set in as Kestross awaited a response from anybody, either to support or refute his offer of assistance. Surely most all of them would think this a good decision; he could see no real reason to turn one's back upon a plea for help, especially not one so desperate. It was only short seconds after this that Zilvra spoke up behind him.
"I don't know about the others here, but I swear my blade to purge this undead menace!"

Such conviction, thought Kestross, his smile broadening slightly. From what he understood of Zilvra, she had a lot of courage and, it seemed, a streak of justice. It would be interesting to see her in combat, where a side of one's nature that was never made known generally was given the chance to appear.

As he began to stand up, intent to turn to the others, another voice sounded behind him. "I too will help any way that I can." It was Takrome. That was good- an experienced hunter was always helpful, and Kestross had fair respect for Takrome's clever skills.

By now, Kestross had replaced his hat, and was facing the others. Only three votes to go. He placed his hands upon his hips and cocked his head slightly. Zarzuket, his expression one of disbelief or surprise, was staring at them, one by one. "You're serious? And you all jump to do it? Are you all compulsed? Or perhaps concussed? Any recent head injuries?"

The response caught Kestross' notice, and he was about to speak. Shaking his head, however, Zarzuket continued before he could open his mouth. "Sure, lets just go fight the undead of unknown strength and number. No need to get more information or strike a better deal. Yee-haw."

Now, to most any seasoned adventurer, Zarzuket had a very good point. Undead were nothing to sneeze at. To fight them was gruellingly difficult, and to delve into whatever secrets lay behind their source or animation was only asking for trouble. In truth, he might have had the most sense out of all of them. Kestross, however, wasn't so mindful. Zarzuket continued. "I'm a cordwainer! I'm just here to study boots!" He paused briefly to sigh, then added, "Not that I can just abandon my proj-, er, friend. Count me in, I suppose."

"That's the spirit, O cordwainer," laughed Kestross. "It'll do you good!" Then he looked past Zarzuket to the remainders of their party. Only two to go...

And these two, both, would answer in kind. A brief agreement with the plan to help was given by Kerhast, who'd remained generally quiet throughout their adventures so far; and the last one, the dwarf known as Delacard, regarded them with spirit in his eyes. He strode forward, about to where Kestross was standing, and brought an armoured fist to his chest. "The Paladin of Creht, Delacard Mackarrel, the whispering Dwarf, and servant of Tulis, shall see these monsters destroyed, and this town safe! And I be needin' no price fer it, mark me. Give me share to the others here, when we be finished."

Kestross grinned at Delacard's words. No doubt, he would like to get to know the man better and learn some of his story along the way.

The vote had been unanimous, and he was liking the mix behind it. This was going to be a story told for generations- he could feel it- indeed, this was going to be the team that would liberate Dalhurst of all its problems, the team that could venture beyond those places where others before had failed. He turned back to face Mayor Wurz, who was now quivering with near-manic delight.

"Oh joyous days! Joyous days indeed! Dalhurst is saved! Oh my intrepid heroes your names will be sung throughout the lands! Yes yes! Now I must send you off, send you off!"

As soon as he finished talking, he trotted back towards his table and began sifting through the mess of papers upon it, searching for something. In seconds, with a most gleeful laughter, he produced a book, likely very old, and brought it above his head. He continued to babble to the party as he strode towards them. "This book will have the answers you require! The history of Dalhurst is in here, everything that has happened is in here! They say a wizard founded our town! Yes indeed, a wizard! His home is still in the mountains! Take this book, take it and discover what has caused this plague of undead!"

Directly in front of Kestross by the end of it, he shoved the book into the taller man's arms. The action was unexpected, and Kestross fumbled with it, uttering small noises of surprise. As soon as his grip was caught on the book, Wurz clutched his elbows, wheeled him around in the opposite direction, and began pushing him in the direction of the door.

"It... seems like we are, uh... finished here, then..." Kestross mused, somewhat embarrassed. The rest of the party paused behind him, observing the amusing spectacle before proceeding to follow once he and Wurz where a good few paces in front of them. As Kestross and the mayor slid pas the door, they found Arvin waiting in the front hall for them.

"From the sounds of it, you accepted the mayor's offer. That is most pleasing to hear. Come, let us return to the Grey Leg Inn. We can have a drink and you can explain what you're going to do to help us here in Dalhurst," he said. With that, he began walking towards the exit. As he did, Wurz had finished pushing on Kestross, leaving him just outside his office. Kestross turned his head to watch the little man dart away from them back into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"...Right then." He cleared his throat. "I think you're right, Arvin-- we have a lot to discuss." He turned to the others, shrugged his shoulders, and strode towards the exit, swinging the book widely in his arm as he did.

Posted on 2015-01-17 at 21:59:33.

Topic: Axiomatic is back (and hopefully here to stay)
Subject: Storyteller!


What I meant by that is you are one of the most knowledgeable DMs of 3.5e and Pathfinder I've ever met, and the games you create are terribly fascinating-- I look forward to playing a game with you because I know you'll tell a terrific story with rich RP opportunities and plenty of plot depth!

Posted on 2015-01-13 at 10:36:56.

Topic: Axiomatic is back (and hopefully here to stay)
Subject: AXIO!!


The storyteller has returned!

Man has it been a while! It's great to see you again, I think you had the whole inn wondering what happened to you! However, that's all in the past- I'm glad you gave RL the attention it needed at the time. Stuff like that can't go ignored, and it sounds like you put a lot of time into your community. I think that's really quite a good thing.
Looking forward to seeing what you can do with your new map system, too.

In the meantime, WELCOME back to RDI!!

Posted on 2015-01-12 at 17:11:37.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Dalwars: A New Hope


The sound of a heavy fist knocking against his door so abruptly shook Kestross out of sleep that he jumped, bunching his blanket against his chest in tight fists. Pynn was going around from room to room, waking up the party he'd arrived with, though it took a few seconds for this to sink in. The recognition then provided enough relief to calm him back down.

He had been dreaming about his mother, something that happened very rarely even at most. It was a surprise; he hadn't thought about her or the rest of his family for many years. Forgotten memories had come back to him the night before with a vengeance; her sharp voice still pounded in his head, relentless in intent and without kindness. How he'd hoped to have forgotten.

Kestross set the blanket down, sat up, and ran his hands across his face and forehead. He felt like dog meat; perhaps a good breakfast would take care of everything later. After properly straightening out his thoughts and mind, a process which didn't take much longer than a minute, he rose himself out of bed and headed towards his basin to wash up.

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As the party ate their breakfasts, courtesy of the half-orc bartender before them, Kestross could feel his head clearing. The eggs were just what he needed, and they tasted excellent with the dark bread. These he ate ravenously, and energy flowed back into his blood and brain. Amidst joking with his fellowmen and inquiring about the day to come, he often stole glances at Zilvra, who still kept her head low.

"Mayor's office is just down the street and to the right," Pynn told them. "Can't miss it, it's a four story building, big sign out front saying what it is. Glad that someone out there was willing to take this job."
The last part, in truth, might have been somewhat strange to some. Kestross, however, took it to face value. "Well, these kinds of jobs aren't given to the faint of heart, mister. We're just happy to help."

With that said, he and the party stood from their tables and bade the inn goodbye. It was time to head on to the office, where the briefing would take place and where Arvin was likely to be found. To Kestross' disgust, however, the roads were filled with just as much muck and mire as before, though were not quite as slippery. He was in better sprits anyway, as it wasn't raining, and the walk to the office was not as arduous as the walk to the inn the previous day. Once or twice, tried to catch the eye of Zilvra with a juggling trick, with the hope of at least making her smile.

The office itself, however, was not nearly as cheerful as he was. Every window, disturbingly enough, had been boarded up, and the guards standing in front of it looked as dour as the skittish townsfolk they'd passed. Kestross looked at the building critically, then trotted ahead of the others towards one of the guards, intending to ask a question. The question was never asked; almost instantly, Arvin flew out of the office and ushered him and the others inside.
"Come come, we must hurry. The Mayor is waiting for you!"
Hurry? For what? Is he going to run away? Kestross thought with a bit of a scowl, impatient with being shoved.

Once Arvin had let them go, Kestross found himself, with the others, inside a large room in terrible disorder. Akin to the outside of the building, the windows here were barricaded with boards and bookshelves, whose books lay strewn across the floor and on top of a desk around the room's centre. Then, out of nowhere, a voice sounded.
"Welcome! Welcome!" It was the mayor himself. A pudgy little man, he approached them hurriedly, speaking even faster. "I thank you all so much for heeding our call. As you've seen, Dalhurst is not thriving right at this moment. We've had many problems you see, many, many problems yes! And you've come to help solve them! Oh joyous days lie ahead!!"

He was babbling- obviously something terrible had happened to him, though there was no time to fit a word in edgewise. "You've seen our windows boarded up, the fear and exhaustion in everyone's eyes, the empty streets!? Of course you have, you walked them to get here, oh silly me. Oh! Oh my oh my! My manners, I simply forgot my manners! My name is Oswald Wurz, or Mayor Wurz to my citizens! Now, Dalhurst's problem, oh yes our big big problem!"

Here, he approached them, and his voice lowered furtively. "The dead walk here in my town. We don't know where they came from, or why they only come at night. But we can't leave our town, oh no we can't do that at all! We tried to get help, yes we did, but no one ever made it down the mountain! Then Arvin volunteered to go, we thought he died too! But now look! He brought you here and my town is saved! It's very easy yes!? You stop the undead, you save our town, I give you gold! You're heroes in Dalhurst! Surely folk such as yourself like the sound of that!? So will you help me? Will you save Dalhurst!?"

By the end of all this, Kestross' eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Undead, in Dalhurst- so the rumours were true. However, he didn't want to frighten the man, so he shook off his discomfort and flared his bravado.
"That's right. We're here to lift Dalhurst from its sorrow, rid its streets of fear and malaise, and bring its people back their cheer." He spun around on his spot and stopped before the mayor, bowing low and swishing off his hat. "We are here to help you!"

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((OOC: Does Kestross need to make a diplomacy check? Basically he is accepting the mayor's offer.))

Posted on 2015-01-01 at 15:02:43.
Edited on 2015-01-01 at 15:03:29 by I-Binary

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen Q&A
Subject: Even greater cheer


Thanks, Kamina-- I'm having a terrific time in this game so far, and it looks like things are really starting to get rolling. I'll post soon enough with this update.

Best wishes to you for the new year!

Posted on 2015-01-01 at 13:12:53.

 
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