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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Stay or Go

Elendil rode on through the Wealdath, anxious to get home. At this rate shed reach it early tomorrow morning. She pushed her new horse at a modest pace, knowing the urgency of her mission but not wanting to overexert her steed. She would ride for an hour, before stopping and letting the mare walk and graze alongside her, while she readjusted packs and snacked on rations or the natural bounty a forest could provide. She continued this way for some time, until the sun began to set overhead and the sounds of night life began to stir. As Elendil proceeded into the night, she entered a small clearing, nothing sizable enough to consider a grove or the like, however it would be large enough to set up camp in for the night. With plenty of vegetation for her companion, and trees to provide cover, it was about as safe a spot as she could hope to find right now.

Would she stop? Or would she continue on..

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 20:15:19.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: I hate rats

Aelistae scampered to the left trying to stick as close to the wall as she could, with Linnix practically crawling on hands and knees behind her, trying to feel what her eyes could not see. Leaving Dylans projected light source as she rounded the corner into the larger room it was really tough for Linnix to make out anything. She could hear Aelistaes soft footfalls ahead of her, and her own breathing in her chest as she exhaled slowly. But to her eyes, all she found ahead of her was darkness growing gradually darker the farther from Dylans light source she went.

Aelistae quickly made it over to the desk area. Sitting atop the desk itself were torn and moldy stacks of parchment pieces, destroyed over years of moisture damage and neglect. The desk itself suffered from rot in numerous places, and held plenty of gouges in its surface where a sharp object had been jabbed into it. An empty inkwell lay overturned by one corner of the desk, the liquid within long congealed and hardened with exposure to air, and the quill itself was nowhere to be found.

Behind the desk, a few mining picks lay scattered on the floor, as well as a coil of hemp rope that had seen better days. A small wooden box (about the size and shape of a microwave) sat opened against the wall, and peering inside revealed a pair of candles, a tinderbox, and a half empty flask of oil. Within the box too was a lantern, but its glass sides had long been shattered into little shards littering the bottom of the box.

As Linnix moved forward, her hands scouring the floor before her, she was the first to catch the familiar scratching sound that seemed to come from the walls on their descent. As it grew closer and the others caught wind of the presence again Aelistae turned to face the larger room and as her eyes passed over the overturned mining cart, her angle of vision allowed her to see a single pair of short legs sticking out from around the corner of the cart. The legs were unmoving, deathly still, and as the drow priestess took measures to approach the nearest pile of refuse that would also give her a better view of the partially hidden occupant of the cart, thats when the scratching turned into a scraping, a digging, a clawing and a chewing as the room started to fill with the growing crescendo of these strange noises.
Then just as the sound became so loud one would think they were surrounded by a maelstrom of frenzied beasts, it stopped once more. The only remnants of the sound, a small amount of dust falling from the ceiling, caught by Talus and Aelistaes enhanced vision.

Moving even slower, with Linnix doing her best to try and keep close, using the fading light of Dylans spell as a guide, she approached Aelistae, almost bumping into her as the drow ran her hands over the piles of refuse. From broken pieces of furniture and materials, to fecal matter and rotten food, the piles of waste were as revolting, if not unsurprising as Aelistae had imagined them to be. As the drow woman searched for any sort of clue, some sign of the occupants of this mine, or who took the time to pile this filth.. A flash of movement caught her eye, and suddenly a tiny head popped out of the pile, whiskers twitching and beady black eyes staring curiously at the woman before it.

That was all it took. one simple sound, and the roar of a million gnawing teeth and claws took action again. The ceiling shook, the walls ached, and then suddenly from the walls, around them, the ceiling above them, and the earth beneath them came surging into the room swarms of rats, scores and scores of the vile vermin poured into the room, raining from the ceiling and flooding through the walls and floor. Dust was tossed up into the air, and webbing clung to their tiny bodies as they fell through it, quickly amassing into a formidable wave of rodents.

(dozens of rat swarms are filing into the main room)

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 20:08:23.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: I am not an animal

Xaris and Thomas, along with the sparse military presence continued training into the afternoon. Basic swordplay, stance, and technique were focused on, and would be repeatedly focused on until Xaris was satisfied that they were ready for whatever he deemed the next step of training. He had pushed them hard, even against their complaints for breaks or lunch. Far from a military leader, Xaris approach to combat was not as linear, not as conformed or classroom instilled as one might expect, but for all his likely unorthodox methods, the forest-gnome still stood, still breathed, and had a considerable number of enemy kills to his name. So none would doubt the merit of his skill.

After a few more hours of training, Thomas suggested breaking for a meal. Xaris had pushed them through lunch, and it was now nearing dinner time. The men had worked hard, sweat dripped from their brows, and a couple complained openly about how sore they felt. One, a stocky man with a face that could only be described as having a weasels features flat threw his short sword to the earth, refusing to partake any longer.

Its getting late, Im tired, Im hungry, and frankly not all of us are hopped up on whatever it is youve got running through your veins.. Were human beings, not animals to be worked like dogs. I dont know about you lot but Im going to get some grub. With that he turned to walk away.

Thomas raised a hand, and called to the man. Private Rook stand and face forward!
The man known as Rook stopped for a moment, then shook his head and just kept walking.
Thomas turned and looked towards Xaris for some suggestion as to how to proceed. These were militia, men who had volunteered and enlisted into the Kings army. They were not Knights or warriors of experience, but at the same time they had taken an oath to the crown, and now one was openly defying his superiors..

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 19:28:57.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Meeting the Lord

Bronwyn walked alongside Rodderick through the bailey, and into the southern portion of the keep, which had been serving as a combined dining hall and reception area for those seeking audience with Lord Bartholomew. The stronghold was bustling with masons and civilian laborers doing their part in preparing the space for active duty. Being a border keep, days from any reinforcements put a lot of pressure on being able to survive and withstand any and all threat or danger, as well as serve as an early warning sign to the populous further into the country.

As Brownyn and Rodderick entered the dining hall, Bartholomew sat at the head of the long table where he and his council, advisors, and family sat during mealtime. Now however, the Lord sat alone, with but a solitary boy, no older than 10 summers by his side. As the two entered the room he looked up and smiled, shuffling some papers.

Miss Bronwyn, a pleasure as always, and I see youve brought a guest. Im just going over some proposals for the upkeep, upgrade, and expansion of the keep.. What can I do for you?

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 19:16:43.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Working on updates

will be up today or tomorrow

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 20:31:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Have no fear! Game's still here

I had a really really rough stint the past couple days...
BUt I had a really good kick in my ass, and the blinders were removed from mine eyes..

With the help of well, hell the Innmates here, I've been given a new sense of clarity? Purpose? Worth? whatever you wanna call it.. I'm digging in my heals, and looking towards tomorrow. And tomorrow shall see this game continue.

I'm not gonna let this game die, we've all put too much effort into it. Thus, Elendil, Bronwyn, Rodderick and Xaris shall get an update post haste, along with the results of Aelistae/ Linnix's entering the room.

Posted on 2009-04-25 at 00:20:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Into the Darkness

The looming darkness of the mine hung ahead like a blanket of night over an endless tunnel into the void. Even in the middle of the day, the sun seemed to cower before the shadows of the mine, for it did not take long for the darkness to overpower the reaching rays of day, and drive them back near the opening. The party deliberated over lighting for the venture, with Dylan casting Light, and remaining at the rear of the party. The glow of his spell cast a gentle illumination along the tunnel walls. Talus walked in front of Dylan, adventure log and writing implement in hand. He may not have been a skilled cartographer, but he hoped to be able to save them from getting lost in the recesses of the earth.

Ahead of him, Aelistae and Linnix walked side by side, Aelistaes keen dark vision leading the foray into the gloom, while Linnix did her best with the assistance of Dylans spell cutting into the darkness ahead until it too seemed overwhelmed and consumed by the darkness. The first few footfalls into this unfamiliar territory soon attested to Willies mentioning of just how deep this mine could run, for forty feet in, the grade of the tunnel descended sharply, cutting at almost a forty-five degree angle with little gradual change. Like missing that last step when you thought you were already at the bottom, one could easily stumble and find themselves going for a tumble. Thankfully none of the four did such, but it certainly made traversing the path slow going, for the decline was steep to a ridiculous level.

Taking in their surroundings., it was noted that many of the wooden supports still remained, though years of neglect were evident as mould and rotting had begun to wear away at the thick beams. The tunnel was roughly twelve feet wide, and ten feet tall. Deep ruts from where numerous carts or trolleys had been used cut into the cold earth, but no rail system or method to easily extract the ore seemed evident.
The air was a mixture of stale underground remnants tainted with a slightly unpleasant aroma. Like someone had burned an entire tinderbox and thrown in some garlic to burn to a crisp.

As the four moved steadily down the tunnel, some 60 down the incline. As Linnix and and Aelistae lead the descent, the sound of scratching, and low pitched squeaking could be heard. Gazing around, nothing could be immediately seen, though the sound became sounds, and whatever they were that were making them were growing steadily closer.

Not taking any chances, the party prepared themselves for confrontation, expecting the worst, but as soon as the sounds started they faded away. It was like they were in the very walls around the party Not wanting to just stick around and find out what it may have been, they continued. Another 60 down the decline the ground leveled off in a square chamber roughly 40 by 40. This seemed to be the main lobby for the mine. Thick layers of dust lay in some places, while piles of refuse and garbage were stacked in three groups. Cobwebs clung to almost every surface, and it surprisingly looked as though not a soul had crossed through here in ages. Even though knowledge would indicate that simply wasnt possible. The room had three exits, two large tunnels branching out to the left and right, and a single door sat at the far wall opposite the entrance. The ceiling stood again 10 from the floor, and a small desk area sat off in the left corner between the entrance wall and the tunnel leading out the left. A mining cart lay tipped near the middle of the room, its wheeled base facing the entrance, but otherwise the entire room seemed deathly still.

Posted on 2009-04-19 at 18:49:13.

Topic: When Bad Things Happen
Subject: I've never been much for words in times of death...

So I'll borrow those of another, and send best wishes to those that live in with his memory. Wyrm and I didn't talk much, but those short conversations lent credit to a spirit of strength and determination, and he will be missed.

No Coward Soul Is Mine
a poem by Emily Bronte

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life, that in me has rest,
As I, undying Life, have power in Thee!.

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and moon were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Posted on 2009-04-17 at 15:58:22.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Gorgeous day

gonna sit on back deck and work on an update I think..

Posted on 2009-04-15 at 20:29:33.

Topic: chat room
Subject: window's vista..

Not sure, but for me so long as I hold cntrl when I click login or enter room or whatever it opens fine.

Posted on 2009-04-15 at 17:44:20.

Topic: the cat is out of the bag!
Subject: The joy's of alberta

and HArper's new child tax credits and claims and 9000$+ a year in baby bonus (and that's on 3 kids lol)...

Posted on 2009-04-15 at 17:29:43.

Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: No subject:

When I'm away from you I can still feel you near me
Your smile is to be my smile
The warmth of my heart is shown from the warmth of yours.

When i am in your arms I know love as a gift only you can give me
Yet in this time apart I am already missing you, knowing I didn't get to hold you long enough.

When i share my laughter with you I see someone special who lifts my spirit;
showing me that happiness is such a wonderful feeling, now more than ever before

When i hold your hand
I know i care so much
Everytime we are connected by this solitary touch it is a chain forever unbroken.

When i love you
I know i will love you now,
I will love you tomorrow,
I will love you forever for I know I will never stop loving you.

Posted on 2009-04-14 at 20:56:04.

Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Random writings of 2009, An introverted thought into extroverted experiences

I have a dream of us in our perfect little world, you and I together not worrying about anone or anything; just us

Logically I know the bad outweighs the good, but in my heart the good gets counted double simply because I know this fact..
and somehow the good seems just about good neough for me to hold on to whatever it is we have, you see..

I gave myself to you, I held nothing back.
My heart, soul, and body was given to you, it's heart to let go because in doing so I leave my heart, sould, and body behind so I won't dwell or backtrack.

How do I let go without leaving ME behind and expect to have the strength to move on when I'm worse now than I was before you...

Before you, I had ME, now I'm simply empty.
So how can I let go of you, who makes me who I am, who possesses my anatomy and encompasses my mind and really expects me to be free when without you there is no me.

Why do I stay?
I stay because though your painful pleasures bring forth so much heartache I hurt even more when everything that makes you you is absent.

I would give up my freedom to be held captive in your embrace. You are my other half, my provider, my friend.
You hurt me, and yet bring me such joy at the same time... and still, I dream of us in our perfect little world.

My imagination gives birth to a pain free ME and YOU and that becomes my reality because it is my most prayed upon fantasy.
This is why I stay... Is that a good enough reason?
We'll see

Posted on 2009-04-14 at 20:46:52.

Topic: the cat is out of the bag!
Subject: Holy baby making machines batman!

It seems like just yesterday the notion that Noah was joining us was received. This is fantastic news. Congratulations!

Posted on 2009-04-14 at 20:13:13.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Gamling

Just wanting to make something clear. You're character is wielding a 'Tower' shield in combat? is that true? Just making sure, as there's the -2 attack penalty for using a tower shield, in exchange for the 'cover' it provides.

If it's meant to be a 'heavy' shield, then I can change it, but I just wanted to make sure.

Posted on 2009-04-12 at 15:32:14.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Enter the lone rider

With the arrival of new orders for Atharam and his troupe, to continue on the search for, and apprehension of the fugitive known as The Cardinal, the Helmites presence in Starspire Bastion had dwindled to a few citizens with passing pious interests, or children with ideals based on bedtime stories of knights and princesses.

That would change however as a sole rider, clad in gleaming full plate and bearing a tower shield cradled at his side and covering his horses flank bearing the proud fist of Helm rode into the bailey of the keep. Eyes fell upon him like morning dew upon the fields. The rider didnt carry himself with the regal presence of a knight or paladin of the order, but there was a air about this man that commanded respect if not attention. As his horses canter came to a stop, a quick glance around would find a diminutive, pale white figure barking orders and instructions to a half dozen plus one men, each between twice and thrice his size and weight. As Thomas eyed the new arrival, he raised his longsword in acknowledgement before returning to a ready stance, preparing for the forest-gnomes next demonstration.

Posted on 2009-04-11 at 18:58:20.
Edited on 2009-04-11 at 18:59:18 by Kaelyn

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: oh my..

pwning n00bs?

I hope you've brought ur uber l337 haxs... cause I have a tendancy to go through characters who's ski11z0rs arent m@x0rz lol

anyways, I've added your character sheet and information, read over the first page of the q/a's for pertinent info, and I'll write you in soon.

Posted on 2009-04-11 at 18:41:39.

Topic: Hello
Subject: Welcome to the inn!

I'll expect this to be moved to the coming's and going's thread, but allow me to be the first of many to welcome you to the inn, a place for many of us that serves as a home away (or within) from home, a creative bastion and a place to escape from the confines of our own (comparitively mundane) mortality.

Joining a game is very simple, You can put yourself out there in the recruitment thread, letting prospctive Dm's know what kind of games you're interested in, your style, posting allowances, and let them come to you, or you can be a bit more aggressive, poke your nose into the many recruitment threads for new games, or older games in search of new or replacement players.

Character sheets vary from game to game, Dm to Dm, and are most commonly affixed to the Q/a section attached with the main game thread.

I hope this answers the questions you've posed, and once more welcome! Feel free to pm me or any other of the wonderful staff here, or likely any resident Innmate if you need anything.

Posted on 2009-04-08 at 14:39:21.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Willy's reply

Willy ran a rugged palm over his bald head as Aelistae asked him about the depth of the mines and the monster's therein.

"As fer how deep dey go, the notes I was given stated they ran clear into the mountains, good mile or so deep on the top floor, and 'nother half as long on the second. As fer how deep, I'd say you'd be safely lookin at a good half mile o' rock above yer head if ye get down to dig site two.."

He turned and looked back towards the mine behind him before returning his eyes towards Aelistae.

"As fer how many critters, well if was yer average lost gob or kobold me 'n my boys could've handled it, but I'm guessin by the fact they said y'use all was comin it be more than that... All I can say is be careful down der, u can't ever be sure what's round the corner, and I don't know if after all these years the mine's even stable anymore."

Posted on 2009-04-07 at 10:29:00.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Ol Willy

Is the foreman of the mining operations sent to the outpost to begin the reclaimation of the mine once safe is all.

Posted on 2009-04-07 at 09:19:16.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: whoops..

WEll then.. MAgic item creation just became even More appealing!! adjusting your xp pool now

Posted on 2009-04-06 at 23:26:57.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: we can work on the limitations of the pool

and epic casters when we come to that fork in the road shall we?
Wouldn't be hard to make a feat called Expand Spell Pool

Metamagic: Expand Spell Pool: Increase Spell pool XP total as though your Caster level were 2 levels higher.

Metamagic: Improved Spell pool
Prerequisites:Lvl 6 Expand Spell Pool:
"Increase your Spell Pool XP total by 500"

Metamagic: Ultimate Spell Pool:
Prerequisites: Lvl 12, Expand Spell Pool, Improved Spell Pool
"Spell pool total modifier is now lvl x200"

or something.

Posted on 2009-04-06 at 15:16:45.
Edited on 2009-04-06 at 16:18:03 by Kaelyn

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A

Alright, I've implemented my own House rules on Item creation. It has been argued as long as I've played casters that spells and item creation that require XP costs are flawed, for the removal of xp in a manifested sense would be like saying you've suddenly forgotte nthe last week of your life because you made that +1 longsword. (While I've roleplayed such to some fun, I tend to agree with the statements)

As such. Those capable of spells with XP costs, or Magic Item creation, now on the first summary post have what is known as a Item creation xp pool. THis pool is devised by the players level x's 100.
We'll use Bronwyn as an example.

Bronwyn the 5th level mage has a XP pool specifically for spells and item creation of up to 500xp. (5x100)
What this means is Bronwyn's magic item creation will borrow the XP cost of making those items from this pool instead of removing it from her character sheet.

Experience Gained in the future however will replenish this pool before being added ot her character sheet. Thusly, magic item creation still slows the progression of the character, but at a more realistic rate.

Going forward with this example.
Bronwyn had stated she wished to make scrolls of fireball.
The formula for magic item creation is thus.
1day / 1000gp of the items Base price defined for scrolls as 25gold x caster level x spell level, thus putting her fireball scrolls base price @ 375 gold. [25x(3x5)]
Bronwyn pays 1/2 the base price in materials and casts her spells into the page. (Bronwyn has 2 fireballs prepared knowing she wants to try and make scrolls)
1/2 of 375=187.5gp / scroll
187.5gp x2 scrolls =375gp (deducted from your gold total bronwyn)
(MArket Price is typically Base Price in DMG or PHB thus each scroll would sell for roughly 375gp (higher or lower given situations and supply and demand)

The Creator (Bronwyn) of the scroll must also pay 1/25th of the Base price (375) in XP..
375/ 25 (or 1/25th) =15XP / scroll.
15XP x2 scrolls =30XP taken from Bronwyn's XP pool.
Bronwyn has used 30/500 xp points.
the next 30 xp Bronwn makes will replenish this pool first before more is added to her character..

The formula for magic item creation states that it takes 1 day / 1000g of an items base price. I take 1 day of work as a dedicated 8 hours.

Thusly if the Fireball scroll in question's base price is 375gold, a little over a third of the 1000g limit, then in hours it will take Bronywn a little over 3 hours to produce one scroll. Thus she was able to make 2 in her work day (plus she has no more fireball spell slots)
Leaving the minimum 8 hours rest for spell replenishment and to avoid fatigue penalties, that gives bronwyn roughly 8 hours a day to do with as she pleases.

Should she wish to try her hand at more creation she is free to do so, so long as she does not
a) run out of money for supplies
b) run out of Xp in her xp pool
c) run out of time.. should she choose to push into her 'rest time, she will recieve penalties on both item creation and the standard penalties for fatigue)

I hope this encourages item creation feats in the future, and simplifies things.

Posted on 2009-04-06 at 14:39:46.
Edited on 2009-04-06 at 23:27:59 by Kaelyn

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: So many ways to spend seven days

(Please keep in mind the timestamps I leave for each player, as well be juggling a lot of actions over the week and different posts will take place at different times.)

Elendil Day 1 4pm
Into the rising sun Elendil rode, thundering hooves of her newly acquired silver dun mare blazing across the copper hued landscape surrounding Starspire Bastion. Her allegiance to the Elven kingdom bid her return to the council nestled deep in the boughs of the Wealdath Forest. Her journey would take her a few days each way, for the elves knew something of defending their homes with deception, subterfuge, and utilizing natures own might in their defenses; and to pick her way through the web of illusion and glamour would take time even for the elf, whose time with the council and natural affinity for the outdoors gave her an edge over the twisting paths through the dense foliage.

It had only really been just over a week since Elendil had left the forest, guiding a nave human farm-girl with a penchant for the arcane south to bigger towns where she could try and realize bigger dreams. Now, she returned with an enchanted chest strapped to the back of her steed, laden with the tidings of her investigation, and a token possibly more valuable still. The Starspire opal, along with the sealed letter attached to it, were the first attempt of open communication and relations since before the civil war. When the drow,and other monster invasions, along with internal civil unrest rocked the nation the elves had seen fit to tighten their borders and keep to themselves, practical silent neighbors overlooking as Tethyr tore itself apart. This hadnt bode well for diplomacy in the eyes of the former monarchy, and though the new regime had done much to rekindle the spirits of Tethyr, their reach did not extend so far into foreign affairs as Her Majesty may have hoped. Bartholomews gift and good-will would hopefully open old doors anew, but the memories of the elves were long would it be enough?

As Elendil rode on, thoughts of the previous week drifted in and out of her mind. Of loss and gain, times of old and what the future may hold, dependant on the items she now carried. Her mission was of no less importance now, then was her assistance in the liberation of the stronghold from Bolikar or his drow cohort. Yet somehow, even with that burden upon her, here in the mossy halls of her wooded kingdom Elendil felt at ease. Surely the woods held plenty of dangers of her own, but to the ranger, it was as natural for the forest or the creatures within to act upon matters of instinct and survival, without the complications of motive or morality humanoids seemed to be governed by.

She would enjoy the return to her current abode, though she could not truly call it home
(Will continue when I wake up unless you feel free to make a personal thoughts post.)

Xaris Day 1 9am:
The rest of the troupe known commonly now as the Lights of Starspire had gathered to discuss the actions the next week would hold for each of them. It had been decided that most would descend into the mines to clear what they may meet, secure what they may for an excavation or survey team to be established, and then return in hopes of still being able to guard the coming caravan in a weeks time. Xaris had opted instead to remain behind, to affiliate himself more with the surroundings of the new frontier post, and to get acquainted with those few military men garrisoned here. Though he was not trained by any practical military method, none could deny his prowess in battle, and his presence alone would surely be an inspiration to those stationed here, many who to the gnome seemed to have seen fewer winters than hed have liked. Winter was fast approaching, and with it dangers and complications outweighing purely monsters or brigands, and he would need to take what opportunities that presented themselves to try and turn this motley militia into a well trained standing army.

Xaris excused himself as the meeting concluded, and took himself down to the bailey, where a half dozen Militiamen gathered, and were practicing routine sword techniques under the instruction of a man by the name of Thomas Jane. Acting as the current captain of the militia, Thomas was still young himself, perhaps twenty years of age, with thin stubble forming along his angular chin. As he slowly thrust and cut with his longsword, the six militiamen gathered repeated the actions with their shortswords in return, though even as he approached Xaris could not only see the lack of skill or conviction in the recruits, but the inexperience of their appointed trainer Thomas as well.
There was much to be discussed
(Feel free to approach and interact, or give names to the 6 npcs, check out the Base of operations thread for info on them the other six are patrolling the perimeter, you may call them back if you desire etc)

Bronwyn day 1 (actions end at 3:30pm)
Bronwyn too, while showing some excitement at the notion of traveling more with this strange and invigorating group of individuals, thought it wise to secure a means of income, and resources. It was with Barts blessings that she set up her small lab in the basement, currently unused for anything but storage, or the odd bedding. So, behind the partial cover of crates and barrels, excess bolts of cloth and foodstuffs Bronwyn set to work, her desire to etch to parchment the power of her skill, the drive to carve out a life here within these stone walls, even if only temporary, set her to work, diligence and patience her only companions.. (Starting you at 8 hours a day work standard day leaves 8 hours afterwards for interaction and 8 hours rest and sleep currently)

Bronwyn found that her hand at scribing scrolls came naturally. Though it was draining to both her mentally and financially. Hopefully they would sell on the market. In a little over six hours she had managed to scribe both her daily slots of fireball into the parchment, the golden writing fading to black as the inscription was completed. (See Q/a for details) Would she try for some of her lower level spells? Perhaps try her hand at potions instead? Or perhaps it was time to take a break for the day and fuel her body and her mind.

Day one Mine group, 12:30pm
For Talus, Linnix, Aelistae and Dylan, their course lay to the north. Bidding their lordship goodday, and checking over their gear one final time. Some of the group more excited than others to leave the confines of this up and coming fortification. The journey to the mines itself was fairly uneventful, and took only a few hours to reach, convenient for delivery to the outpost should it be reclaimed. As the quartet arrived at the destination, a pale, man with a bald pate and muscles toned from years of intense physical labor met them a few hundred yards from the entrance.

Aye about time ye folks showed up, mines not gonna clear itself of that vermin and the stones not be helping anyone sittin down there by its lonesome. Ive been told theres ore down there and me an my boys will get to it if it is, but not with monsters and critters runnin amok. Thats where you shiny people come in. After fellin ogres and flyin witches, a few trogs and gobs shouldnt be a problem. Now git on goin and give em ell for Ol Willy! The man punched his solid fist into an open palm and let out a guffaw, before stepping out of their way waiting expectantly for the group to pass him by.

Posted on 2009-04-06 at 14:17:36.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Fingers to the keyboard

and as I told Brianna earlier... The update is underway..
Yes it is 2:35 in the morning, yes I am hyped up on a slew of meds for this damn viral infection, and yes I 'hope' it is worthy of the lack of posting I've done over the past weeks.

Posted on 2009-04-06 at 08:35:38.


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