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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Updating spells is fine.


And Bronwyn, Please either let me know if you (Brianna) Want your character involved in the mines, or if you want her to work on item creation. I'll handle the in game approach to inviting you 'to the group.' I just need your intent for your character as the player.

Posted on 2009-03-10 at 16:08:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Depending on Timing


The Mine's are relatively close, less than a days travel away, as Bronwyn and elendil passed them on the way towards the keep on their travels through the woods.

It is theoretically more than possible to do what need be done in the mines before the caravan is scheduled to arrive, providing nothing tragic befalls you in the mines, or you get too involved with whatever may be within.

If Xaris wishes to stay behind, that's fine as well, I'll run some training rp or whatnot in the meantime.

As for Bronwyn's Potion and scroll making. Deuce's breakdown of how it's done is pretty much spot on t othe rules. So, if we say you've got a week to work on item creation, the standard increment for such things. You'll need to let me know exactly what you're wanting to make and I'll make daily rolls and when items are finished, I'll let you know what's made or wasted.

Typically for item creation, I like a Work in progress list from most important to be completed downwards. And I allow for items to be worked upon in shorter increments than the standard 8hours, provided the materials and facilities are available.

For Example. After the morning meeting, it is decided that the caravan will arrive at noon. There are a few hours before the party is expected to leave. If a smith wants to spend those two hours working on a dagger, or Bronwyn wants to make a a scroll, they can try to do so. I increase the DC of such items on a ratio based on the amount of time they are trying to save, if you're just working towards the standard production rate, that's fine too I'm just allowing for rush jobs because frankly more often then not situations come up when you just can't requisition an order of armaments or items and await a month for them to be completed.

This is also where hiring a staff or acquiring npc's who share similar item creation skills are beneficial as they can pool their trade skills to help finish items faster.

I'm going to write an update thusly including the following.

All but Xaris and Bronwyn are going ot head to the mines. Xaris will work on introductions and trying to train the paltry militia in some fashion, while Bronwyn works on the Item creation list I've asked for.
If changes need be made let me know.

Posted on 2009-03-10 at 02:18:25.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: It's nice to see talks resumed


Once I know even simply in the q/a a generalized

This is what we're agreeing on doing specifically. I'll go ahead.

There are valid points in both sticking together, and splitting up, leaving some closer to the keep, or leaving the keep 'defenseless' as it were. You do have a standing militia, but no leadership or military combat npc's of note currently.

Posted on 2009-03-09 at 10:50:50.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I am alive


Hail and well met strangers, for surely I have been gone far too long.

Yes as Deucalion put it "Life" happened again. Ailing family, missing Family,frequent trips, Near death experiences and general "Ruh-Roh Shaggy's" all around have kept me from my beloved home away from home. That should all be sorting itself out now.

I however do know that I disappeared without warning and apologize, and understand if interest has wavered or been lost.

So, on that note, I'm making a roll Call, to see if I should continue this.

please let me know if you're still around or interested. I know I am, and have had ample time to work up many more plot twists and character opportunities and tailored storylines, but I need the players to implement them!

Posted on 2009-02-27 at 14:44:26.

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


That would really depend on bronwyn.. But I was under the assumption she would be there with you all wheb I wrote the update.

As for the alchemists lab, I wonder if it was that suitcase pop-up alchemist kit I've seen..

As for the update I'm working on, still need some posts before finishing..

Posted on 2009-02-07 at 04:55:04.

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


on update now.

Posted on 2009-02-03 at 22:38:55.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I had thought...


You wanted the horse to make the journey as you presumed the runner could not carry the heavy chest on his own.

If that's contrary to the case, and you were going to lend the runner the horse or some such, feel free to post as such, in which case you can still be there when the options are offered for things needing to be done.

Posted on 2009-01-29 at 04:15:35.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Much delayed and back in play


Bartholomew watched with swelling pride as member after member rose to take a cloak bearing his court’s herald. While Elendil had taken a rather abrupt leave of absence in the middle of the meeting, Bartholomew couldn’t really hold that against her. She wasn’t of their party, and as the fair skinned elf exited from view, Bart could only hope that her service to her own people would still entail breaching the gap of communication between the two lands and foster some sort of relationship.

Each of those Bartholomew had grown to think of as family rose to accept the cloak he had offered, with all but Linnix accepting it without little reservation. While Linnix proved her interest in joining the court, her own magical cloak held too much use for her to simply cast it aside. Bartholomew was no magician, in fact he held little knowledge of such things, but he did inform the lithe woman that he would look into the means to accommodate her wishes.

Talk spread from hopes for the future to more immediate gains, Xaris had posed the notion of summoning Firin, the Halfling merchant they had met on the road some time before, with a penchant of having the means for acquiring all manner of trinket or item for a price. Now, with purses lined thick with gold once more, the companions thought it wise to put some of their hard earned wealth to good use.

At his Council’s discretion, Bart removed from the inside pocket of his vest the simple looking card, handed to him by Firin. Turning it over in his hand, her read the single line written upon its surface.
“Dependable Service, Just out of sight, Tear twixt the card for your shopping delight”

Bart held the card before him and tore it in half, the two pieces of the card falling to the table in front of him with nary a sound, let alone any hinting of bound magic to the simple parchment.

A moment passed, and then another. Soon only the pacing of footsteps outside, and the plucking of Dylan’s violin were heard as those waited anxiously for something to happen. Elendil reappeared in the doorway a short time later, her eyes set with a determination, much akin to that look she had bore only a score of days earlier to aid the reclamation of this very land.

"My Lord," Elendil paused, how could she put this, coming at this time to ask to purchase a horse, but she could not rest until she had freed the mare, "there is a silver dun mare of Elven blood in the corral, I wish to purchase her."
There was an intense look on Elendil's face. It had become very important to her to rescue the mare, maybe because she was a link to home, just as Talon, whom she had raised from a hatchling, the mare was a reminder of home. Home----so far away.

Seeing as they were still waiting on Firin, Bartholomew turned his attention to Elendil, somewhat surprised by the nature of her return. “Lady Elendil, if it be a horse you seek to purchase, that certainly can be arranged, for I have seen the fine stock kept here, and know surely of the mare you speak. While Lady Bronwyn is entitled to a replacement for her own dear companion, if you wish to procure the mare, I will part with it knowing surely it goes into the finest of care.”

Rifling through some papers before him on the table, Bartholomew came across the material stockpile and cost documents for everything that ha been shipped to the former Outpost 13, on behalf of the monarchy. Running his finger down the checklist until he came across what he was looking for. Tapping his finger upon the page he looked up at Elendil. “One silver dun mare, one of her highnesses preferred stock it would seem,” Bart said with a smile. “Requisition cost, 300 gold crowns.” The mare has already been trained and bred to bare a rider, and is of pristine health and condition m’lady. If you seek to claim it, then pay merely that which it has cost the crown to give to us, and you may ride her out of here with my blessings.

Bart had barely lifted his papers once more when a crackle of energy turned into a puff of smoke and a flash of light, and there, with his feet dangling practically in Lord Bart’s lap, rump right on the table where the card pieces had fallen sat Firin, his beady little eyes shining curiously right in front of the old farmer.
The two guards in the room instantly tensed and moved for their weapons, but a raised hand from Bart quelled their advance.

Though still cloaked by an oversized hood and cowl, and still bandaged in a dressing of dirty gauze and cloth, that same chipper voice sounded in the heads of all those gathered.

“Greetings again from your merchant extraordinaire, how delightful it is to see you all again in such fine health and spirits.”

With that Firin pressed down upon the table with a small cane, and helped himself to a standing position. He turned and faced Bart and bowed almost too far, steadying himself before falling right over.

“I must commend you on your new station Lord Bartholomew of the Starspire Bastion. Already word has reached me of the Scarlet Lord, and his hopes to turn the frontier into a thriving refuge.”

Turning to face the others, and raising on bandaged hand in a wave he continued. “But you have certainly not summoned me for my idle banter and compliments, so certainly I can do wonders for a person’s confidence and ego with a plethora of morale boosting sermons. “The power of Self” By yours truly can be yours for a paltry 1 gold piece too if you’re interested, or need a pick me up.

But enough of that, What can I your humble merchant do for you?”

(Cover all wishes and wants in the q/a)

Firin and those gathered spoke at length as he produced item after item from seemingly endless pouches or pockets, satchels or chests pulled from thin air. Those items he did not immediately had, he gave word to look into, and only when he was convinced that he had satisfied every customer’s wishes to the fullest of his ability did he take his leave, giving Lord Bartholomew another card, for certainly they had spent enough to garner a free one once more, and with a bow and a telepathic smile left upon the thoughts of all gathered, he disappeared.

~*~*~

The rest of the evening passed in pleasantries, but the night was called early, as the following day would hold many new challenges.

Morning came with the sun shining bright on the cool crisp morning air. Winter would be fast arriving soon, as the last days of summer passed into fall, and preparations would need to be taken to ensure the Starspire Bastion would last it’s first season of ice and snow. Aelistae had woken up early that day, the first rays of morning sun driving away her sleep. While the light no longer burned as it once did, it still pierced her eyes stronger than those born of the surface, and chased away the darkness of her closed eyelids easier than most. Taking the opportunity to walk the grounds of the keep, the woman found mostly only the laborers and craftsmen were up at the crack of dawn, with a few militiamen patrolling for good measure. The last of the caravan’s were being loaded up to make their way south, for the season and Aelistae nearly missed the wagon laden with statues, and spare rock, being loaded up by a strong armed human lad and his dwarven artisan master.

As Aelistae approached, the two turned, and as the lad froze in place a moment, the dwarf merely slapped him in the gut with a “Dun stop loadin, I‘d like at be home ‘fer the snows touch me backside” before stepping forward to address the priestess. “What kin we do fer ya Ashi elgi*” the dwarf said spitting a viscous glob of phlegm onto the ground.
(*Ashi elgi is Dwarven for Ash Elf a pretty common Dwarf reference to drow)

Aelistae’s pride flared at the comment, but coming from the dwarf, it didn’t seem to be nearly as offending as it might have been. Biting her tongue, she approached, and struck up conversation with the Dwarf, a stonemason by the name of Garl Bronzebeard. She poked at his ancestry and reflected common dwarven insult or aggression with references to the craftsmanship of his work, making mention of certain statues, or work she could make out in the back of the wagon. Truly the workmanship was remarkable, the detail of some of the pieces, from each individual scale upon a small dragon’s back, to the flush feathers of gilded bronze layered upon an alabaster gryphon showed years of practice and training. Before they had realized it, almost an hour had passed, and as more and more people filtered out into the bailey to begin their own days work, Aelistae posed the proposition to the dwarf.

She had wanted a life-sized statue of Eilistraee commissioned, hewn and crafted from the finest obsidian stone. At first the dwarf’s face contorted into a look of incredulity. “Bah, ye’ll never find that much stone fer less than a king’s ransom,” he exclaimed; but Aelistae merely shook a small coin purse in response. “The stones too hard fer what yer wantin, it flakes when it should splinter, and cracks when it should chip!” Garl proclaimed, an obvious look of dismay upon his face doted by a thick bronze flecked beard.

Aelistae shook the bag a little harder still, the jingle of coin ringing in their ears, and went in for the killing blow. “If you don’t think it can be done master dwarf, perhaps I will take my request to the elvish masons of Silverymoon. I am told their work is perfection personified, that the stone they cut sings its own praise for being shaped by the skilled hands of those so skilled.”

The Dwarf Snorted. “Bah! Those lily-livered elgi could never top the skill of a dwarf. I’ve lived and breathed the stone that I work from ore to finished product, and I’ll not be having no wisp of a tree hugger playin craftsman be upstaging a Bronzebeard!” The Dwarf swiped the coin purse from Aelistae, opened it up and without actually emptying the contents of the pouch tested it for weight and sound, before concluding somewhere between 900 and 1000 gold pieces.

“This will git you yer stone, but it’ll cost twice more this amount to see yer statue finished.”

Aelistae could only hide the grin of satisfaction for the dwarf’s sake of dignity. “Of course master Dwarf” she said sweetly.
“Send yer payments to the Bronzebeard Smithy in Darromar, first of each month, and dun be late or I’ll have yer good name smeared to the merchant guilds from here to dales and back!” With a huff he turned, and smacked his apprentice once more. “Hurry it up, we’ve got work to do.” With that he climbed in the front of the caravan and yelled back out. “Two months time!”

~*~*~*~

Later that morning, while everyone went about their business Bart called to order his newfound court, with an invite to Bronywn as well, as Elendil had departed back to the Wealdath, likely to report to her superiors.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has come to secure our holdings and strike out into this world. The priorities are securing resources for the winter months, and striking relations with the nearby settlements. Scouts have been sent out in all directions, and I pose to you a trio of options for Starspire Bastions first undertakings.

First, there are the mines to the north. Securing the minerals they produce will help supplement the resources and income of this outpost, as well as provide jobs and motivation to attract new residents. From what I’ve heard, the mines are still laden with the remnants of goblinoid activity, so they will need to be flushed out and secured before any mining operations can be done.

Secondly, there is a small settlement two days ride to the east, a nomadic people who live in the shadow of the mountain calling themselves the star keepers. From what our scout could determine, these people have intuitive knowledge of the lands and legends of the areas, and it could do us some good to broker a peaceable relationship with them as they are known to be skilled trackers, hunters, and furriers. The only problem is, they are kobolds, and assumable wary of any and all outsiders. Our scout barely managed to observe them for a day or two before he was accosted by a hail of javelins and barking he could not quite understand. His report indicates that the kobolds reside on some sort of ‘holy ground’ from which they receive visions and power, but that cannot be verified.
Thirdly, and perhaps the most interesting of the three scenarios is this. I have received word from her Highness that a Caravan is being sent from Castle Tethyr, and up the Sword coast to rendezvous here. From here we are to escort it far to the east, where a third party has requested a drop off point. It’s a standard guard mission by all accounts, but the objects in transport are evidently important enough that the Queen has requested I send at least one of the “Lights of Starspire” along with it to ensure it’s safe arrival.”

Bartholomew smiled and looked at those before him letting all he said set in. “Take some time to think about it, but all three need be addressed, and while doing so I will be looking more into the personal affairs of Starspire Bastion.


Posted on 2009-01-27 at 20:28:28.

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


Scrapped old post, next one will be shorter, and more, thrusting the game ahead to get things back on track.


Posted on 2009-01-26 at 19:16:39.

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


Sorry, past couple days were just about enough to put me into the nut house... did I mention I spent the past two days going from hospital to hospital to try and keep/send a friend from/to a said nut house for some much needed help? Geeze, who needs soap operas...

Anyways... I swear by this tuesday to have everything caught up and moved on or I'll put the game on official hold, which I'd hate to do. So please bare with me just a little bit longer. Things are finally *knocking on wood while saying this* slowing down and getting back to a modicum of normalcy.

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 22:07:50.

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


Adding Sold objects listed/ as Stated and character sheets changed to reflect loss of ring/ change of armor from talus and Aelistae.
Shares of 2620 each, and 1310 for Elendil and Bronwyn have been added.

This is presuming all items were sold to the steady convoy of suppliers heading to and from the keep, which you will have all noticed a steady decline of over the month's period as the monarchy's start-up program nears an end.

Was it agreed to summon the halfling merchant for the purchases? Bart will use the card if that's the will of his council.


Posted on 2009-01-17 at 20:11:16.

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


Getting this machination running again. Uploaded all the photos, working on post and some more Q/a stuff, updated bunch of Q/a info stuff. Xaris won't update your submitted sheet till after in game sales/ purchases are made.

So much has happened in the last little while, that if I forget to answer anything please simply restate the inquiry.

As for Ginafae's one reguarding a statue, depending on size, material, and skill, You can have the memorial range anywhere from about 80gold and + (Material stone and skill really change the price)

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 20:01:56.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: This falls on me


I've just got alot going on in the real world that keeps me from spending more than 5-10 minutes on the computer. I've NO intention of letting this game end, just everytime these past week or so I try to dedicate some decent time, something seems to come up.

Ie, emergency babysitting, work, work, work, dinner party, work, bail a friend..., work, lol...

Posted on 2009-01-14 at 20:43:39.

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


Well, thankfully I just upgraded my own rap phone to the new Blackberry Storm, nice big screen and faster connetivity too, so I'm going to try and fiddle with it and do some more work out and on the go. Still aim for a post up today.

Posted on 2009-01-13 at 13:22:29.

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


Heya. Happy birthday to you both!

Anyways, I've got a post up in the works, should have it finished tomorrow get this going again.



Posted on 2009-01-13 at 05:36:22.

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


Will hopefully post update q/a BoO and other stuff tomorrow morning.

Posted on 2009-01-10 at 13:53:35.

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


I've been burning the Candle at both ends so I'm a little fuzzy at the moment lol. I'm going to reread some stuff in the coming days. Ginafae I recieved the images, and I'll add them to the Base of operations site soon. They look great btw.



Posted on 2009-01-09 at 04:00:05.

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


Will have to read back didn't know tek was leaving.. If that's the case then i'd say Aelistae xaris linnix and bart talus and dylan get a share and bri and elen can split a share. Bart i think will impose a ten percent loot fee for upkeep on future turn ins if it's not an issue. Otherwise though you may at some point wish to consider an armory of smaller magic items for the npc's you will undoubtedly attract or hire. Never know when that drawer of plus one daggers might turn the tide

Posted on 2009-01-08 at 23:34:06.

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


If everyone agrees I'll divide the loot as listed by Jozan. If we're selling the daggers, and adding in all the rest, then the total Group loot (including selling Skullcrusher, and items unusable I estimated THe total group loot around 13,400gp

Posted on 2009-01-08 at 20:42:21.

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


I've been around, was planning on reading / posting something somewhere tomorrow lol. Was waiting on those maps you were trying your hand at to see if it would help with the Base of Operations stuff, but I've got more in game posts I can do. Will get on those tomorrow.

Posted on 2009-01-07 at 04:20:29.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: now I'm excited,


I look forward to it Ginafae, thank you

Posted on 2009-01-01 at 19:31:56.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: If anyone would like..


If anyone would like to break down the map into individual rooms via graph paper and scanning, paint or some other dungeon builder, assign them numbers and what not, I'll give each room it's own section, and reward those who help with bonus CD's. My scanner's on the frits and since I had to reload my computer awhile back due to a virus I no longer have any of the programs that I used to for dungeon building.

Posted on 2008-12-30 at 17:59:01.

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


I added the map to the first post of the Bse of Operations Thread.

There is also the basement, currently accessible only through the baily's 'well' which doesn't yet have a map, but that's really a simple rectangular room. Perfect for the turning into a mutlitude of things.

As Ginafae asked, initial exploration of the basement, while showing a few cracks in the foundation or quick repairs, does not seem to have any viable exits entrances, holes or otherwise that might have provided a means for say, the drow to enter.

Posted on 2008-12-30 at 17:42:09.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Dragon Mistress


Loved the post, just didn't quite understand the last couple sentences...
If you don't have a device? I'm not sure I understand.. It seems you're suggesting a coat of arms, a banner, like the one I described on the back of the Green cloaks. The outpost is still under the jurisdiction of Tethyr, as such including the monarchy's herald of the gryphon seemed a necessity, while including the scarlet rose, for indeed, the rose symbolizes a group of indivduals in service to Lord Bartholomew, who in turn is in service to the crown.

Though Navy and black with a fiery phoenix trialing roses does make an imposing banner.. Perhaps down the line should for whatever reasons you see fit to try and 'break away' from the crown, it could be the standard for a whole new nation? But I digress, and am getting excited and ahead of myself and the game lol..

Posted on 2008-12-28 at 10:39:36.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A place called home


After the din of celebration had ended, and the quiet of the following eve had fallen, it seemed that everyone had had there own motives for wanting to be alone, though the same lines of thought had actually ended up pairing up more than one duo.. Elendil had spent her time scouring the keep for as much information as she could. With the sweeping of what rooms the Tethyrian guards would allow her access too, Elendil learned that while most of the keep lay in simple, somewhat empty rooms on the ground floor, with a few second story buildings set up to house extra troops and gear. Elendil also found out that The well, in the bailey of the keep was actually a façade. A false structure actually, containing a set of winding stairs leading to an open basement beneath the rest of the stronghold. The open basement as roughly 110 feet long, and 60 feet wide, About half the size of the entire above ground structure. Support columns were currently in place to support the structure, but a nearby guard explained that largely it seemed to be the sleeping quarters for the gathered horde. An explanation to the seemingly unending wave of troops that appeared in the bailey during combat.

Elendil had needed to request more time for the more than punctual elven runner, she had simply not had the opportunity to gather sufficient evidence or information to give a formal report. The young male had left just as swiftly as he had appeared, promising to return upon the setting of the moon after the morrow. (48 hours) Elendil was no artist, but she did do her best reconstruction of the keep on a piece of parchment, a rough map and layout as she had learned, for additional information to her superiors. As she sketched, she wondered just why the young runner had addressed her so formally. It was not necessarily custom for her to be addressed as lady, she was after all a simple scout. As she dwelled on the possible hidden meanings in the choice of words used, there came a sounding of a deep bell.

Looking towards the point of the sound from their various perches and places of interest, all could see that in the middle of the bailey, a wooden frame had been constructed, and hanging from it, Bart pulling the heavy rope at its side causing it to swing; was a gleaming iron bell, polished to a pristine finish. etched into the side of the bell was a mosaic of the battle which had returned the site to Tethyrian control. There in the relief were each of the heroes of Bartholomew’s party, carved in intricate detail at a scene during the struggle for freedom. Even Elendil and Bronwyn’s actions were included, though their bodies were not.. For a golden filigree Arrow punctured the dark iron drow’s heart above the scene, while a crimson dyed patch of colored steel exploded in the reflection of light behind the tumbling Bolikar.

Lord Bartholomew hailed everyone in the loudest, most dominant voice he had ushered since departing from Darromar so long ago. “People of the Northern Outpost, I give you the Liberty Bell, a heralding of the heroics which freed this site from enemy control. So long as the bell tolls, This site shall remain a bastion of freedom, faith, and refuge for all who seek shelter within my.. Our newfound walls.” Bart let go of the rope, letting the bell ease to a standstill before sweeping his arms out to address those he could see. “I had thought long and hard for a title befitting of those whose bloodshed and efforts have lead us to stand on this reclaimed soil this night, yet so too have the people, for circling round the campfires, and echoing down the halls all boast of the “Lights of Starspire.” Who am I to take that most deserved acclamation away from them? While you have wandered, explored, set camps or made plans, I have been delegating with the Monarchy about my roll and responsibilities. And it is with great honor that my first order of business is to Grace you all with one more title. One more name that will be carried on throughout the Realm, and remembered throughout history in song and tale.”

Bartholomew raised a hand bearing a small crossbow, an ornate bolt in the chamber. Northern Outpost 13 fell to the horde over a decade ago, and there it died. But from its ashes has risen something far greater. No longer a simple place of cold stone walls, and fearful soldiers, this site has been reborn, revitalized, and reinvented. So, with great pride, I give you Tethyr’s newest outpost. The Bastion of Starspire, and with it, the birth of my own court, The Order of the Scarlet Rose!”

A great clamor of a cheer erupted as he fired the bolt into the air, the tiny projectile disappearing from view, before exploding into a massive explosion of fireworks and magical flame spreading to take on the form of a Phoenix, rising from the earth, and spreading it’s wings wide. It was a majestic sight, and as the sky was flooded with light, a thousand roses fell from the sky, their scarlet petals carrying them gently to the earth below, while women, children, and soldiers alike tried to catch the rare flowers, even more so this late in the season.

“A Gift from his Royal Highness, and most appreciated too,” Bart said as the gasps turned into cheers and claps. When his voice was finally able to be heard again over the gathered celebration, his raised hand hushed the crowd and he called out once more.

“Now, onto business. I would request that all of Those who bear the title of the Lights of Starspire join me inside the keep, as there is much to discuss. I would extend that same invitation to our two groups of guests, Lady Elendil, and Lady Bronwyn as well, and Lord Atharam Markel, and his knights of Helm for we have much to talk about. As for the rest of you, enjoy the celebration, and try not to empty all the casks, as we’re still on a rationed supply.” With that same hearty guffaw of a chuckle Lord Bartholomew, dressed in silk and cotton rather than tweed and wool took his parting, and moved to enter the southern fortification, and up to the second floor.

As the companions slowly made their way into the room, the second floor had been turned from a gatehouse into a hall, where a long linen lined table with simple wooden high back chairs awaited those gathered. It wasn’t grand or anything, but certainly looked a a far cry better than the tattered cloth, broken furniture and remnants of the filthy goblin kind that previously filled the room.

Bartholomew sat at the head of the table, and bid everyone sit where they may at the table. As everyone took their seats, it was apparent that they were a couple bodies shy of a full group. Bartholomew welcomed everyone to the table, and then addressed what the absences had already left unsaid.

“While it is great to see so many of you here, I’ll inform you as to why dear Artanis and the effervescent Intella are not amongst us. With the capturing of the keep, Intella felt that the winds had shifted, Said something about a gust at her back that just seemed to push her feet forward in a direction other than hear. While she wishes she could have said goodbye, with all the hoopla about settling this place, she figured if the fate’s determined it, she would be back this way again, and with that it was more of a till next time, rather than a good bye.

Artanis on the other hand, left me a letter explaining her choice to leave. I would read it now.

“Dear Bartholomew, Our sponsor, My friend.

It pains me to depart in such secrecy, but I do not think I could bare to face the others, not after all that we have been through. There is so much I would say, but in the end my heart is set and I would not dare attempt to withstand the litany for reasons to stay that undoubtedly would come from them. This feeling in my heart is like a ballista hole, and while you and the other’s this quest, was a milestone in my life, I know that have yet to fully heal from the wound inflicted so long ago. It is there that I go, to put an end to the ghosts that haunt me, and bring justice to a wrong that was never righted.

I wish I could explain more, but please tell the others that I love them all, they are the family that I’ve been without for so long, and I will return when my mission is finished. Tell Xaris not to have too much fun without me.

With Strength and honor
Artanis”

Lord Bartholomew folded the letter and placed it in front of him on the table… Letting the weight of his words sink in.
“Let us all give prayer that our friends find all that they seek, and return to us safely. Now.. Onto things we can affect. First things first.

All of the weapons and items of value have been stockpiled and accounted for. And while we’ve already covered the grounds for various parties interest in such things. I’ve made a decision to that end. Aelistae, Linnix, Xaris,Talus, Dylan we’ll speak in private later about certain items of interest. Lady Elendil, I have composed a dossier on the Drow woman your arrow so gracefully felled. The woman, Whose name, or alias at least is known to be Kestril, bore the rank of a Neophyte Priestess under the services of the Spider-queen Lolth. While we have no current leads as to her motives behind aiding Bolikar’s plans, it can be assumed that she was not the top tier of this plan. Unless she was exiled and trying to gain favor with the surface dweller, the likely scenario is she was the eyes and ears for a higher, as of yet unknown power. That unsettling thought behind us, The objects retrieved from the priestess have been copied using a Military illusionists great skill, allowing you to take them back for evidence, while the original’s shall remain here. The illusionary creations should last ten days, plenty of time I would think for your Council to go over them for anything of importance.

With that, Bartholomew motioned for a guard to bring forth a trunk. Placing it by Elendil’s side and lifting the simple wooden lid, inside were revealed a suit of blackened chain, a pair of daggers, numerous vials, a crossbow, clothing that looked identical to what the priestess wore, and a piece of parchment upon which was an intricate design of what Bart informed everyone was a copy of the tattoo the priestess bore on the back of her neck. “That last detail is compliments of Aelistae, for without her we could have missed it altogether. It may not mean anything to me, but perhaps to your learned people it might ring a bell.

Upon the parchment was a Celtic knot type symbol, save the links were interwoven snakes coiling around a a woman of drow descent. Sitting on top of the rest of the gear was a small leather pouch. Inside was a Starspire opal, the clear gemstone alight with a incandescent blue white glow. “In times past, such gifts were given as a sign of friendship and allegiance, and though these tokens are extremely rare since the mines have long run dry, I would ask that you deliver this token to your Elders, that we might strike up communications anew with your people, our neighbors as it were.

Bartholomew clapped his hands, and a pair of serving girls dressed in simple cotton dresses brought jugs of water, and wine to the table, placing a copper goblet in front of each person seated there.

Lady Bronwyn, I cannot give you your beloved Buttercup back to you, only advise that you keep her in your heart and mind, that her companionship never fade. I can however provide you with another horse of your choosing from the herd gifted to us by the kingdom. It is only fitting that since you rode in here, you ride out as well. However, I do have another proposition for you if you’d be willing to hear it.

Lord Bartholomew extended his gaze across Atharam, Seleyon and Hawkrill as well as he spoke. “This is a new outpost, situated in the shadows of the Starspire Mountains, and though we’ve routed the most obvious threat, lurking drow plans, and unseen dangers aplenty abound to be sure. I would ask each and everyone of you to stay on, and aid me as my Court, my Order of the Scarlet Rose. Each of you is invaluable in your own way, each of you has experience and knowledge to bring to this fledgling operation.
Lord Atharam, I have already spoken with Redeemer Arthas from your temple at Castle Tethyr, and your commision to build a place of worship and outpost for knights has been sanctioned and confirmed. Aelistae, you of all people have so much to offer to we, the ignorant of this world. Surely there is no better place than to share all the good of your heart with people. Elendil, we will need an emissary to your people, and your aim with a bow is as true as I’ve ever seen. Your keen eyes watching the lands around the keep would be a great boon. Brownyn, we have not mage amongst our ranks, and if it be training or growth that you seek, than I ask humbly that you consider this as the place to do it. Within these walls, you could start your own repository, your own study… What I’m getting at people is here, now, the opportunities for the future are endless. We have an opportunity to carve into Tethyr, nay all of Toril a place unlike any other. A place where the colour of one’s skin, or the shame of one’s past are left at the gates, where united community strives for the betterment of all.

We have but a small contingent of soldiers, but Xaris, your size in the eyes of those men far outdoes that of your stature, and Linnix, it would be my ultimate honour for you to call the Starspire Bastion your home. I’ll not lie, the building of this place into an ideal community will take time, hard work and resources untold. But with you all at my side, I feel confident we can overcome any obstacle.

Just imagine, a place where untold adventures can be born, a place of respite and refuge, a place where each of you can mold and shape the very foundation of a nation.

Seleyon leaned over and whispered to Atharam.

“He talks like he’s the king himself already.”

Hawkrill on the other side leaned in as well with a response.

“You’ve got to love his enthusiasm. What say you sir?”

Bartholomew stood from the table, and moved to where a simple wardrobe stood at the far wall. Opening it revealed a dozen beautiful hunter Green cloaks, and as he pulled one out, he flourished it to reveal the emblazoned etching of Tethyr’s great Gryphon, wings spread wide in it’s majesty claws clutching a brilliant Scarlet Rose. The clasp was also a gilded gold rose, and Bartholomew stood there holding it awaiting anxiously, who of his companions would take on the responsibility of leadership, courtship, and extended companionship.


Posted on 2008-12-27 at 21:30:18.
Edited on 2008-12-27 at 21:41:44 by Kaelyn

 


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