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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: ...
"Briefcase?" Chris had tried to tune out much of the bickering that was going on around him, but Jonah's referral to a briefcase snapped his attention back to the conversation.
"There was a briefcase in Jack's inn, under one of the beds in the rooms, I tried to get it myself, but for the life of me I couldn't pull or even cut it out from whatever held it beneath the bed, and before I could move the bed itself for a closer look, I was interrupted by those shambling things out there. As I mentione before, I'm positive Jack's inn contains more information for all of us, as each of us are listed in the registry as having stayed there..."
Chris had to wonder why those that claimed to have lived and grown up here would have stayed at Jack's inn, but the registry and photographs he had found pointed to the obvious; they had been there at some point, or at least someone who knew about them had been there...
"Jack's inn is the most viable option to start looking, and while I'm not thrilled to become your errand boy Jonah, if it'll help us get out of here I'm all for doing what I can. Now, what's in this briefcase that's so paramount?"
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 01:25:52.
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Topic: Innocence Proves Nothing - Warhammer 40,000
Subject: hmm
Daggerfall was enjoying the revels of his victory not only over the mutant, but the prize it entailed. He could see Tazi's feigned disappointment, but as she shot the mutant in the head and he shuddered involuntarily she proclaimed the killing blow. "Bah, I can make you twitch and shake agains your will with the pressing of a few of your buttons too, The body bends to the seduction of pain and shock all too easily" He said as he looked over the fallen soldier and Mkoll simply leaving him to answer Carrigan's summons.
Raising his rifle and giving a wtf sorta expression, Daggerfall shouldered his weapon and hefted the wounded soldier to his feet allowing him to brace himself upon Daggerfall for support, and if his wound's prevent even that, he'll fling the guardsman over his shoulder and proceed to Carrigan. "She did ask for eveyone and I'd hate to see what you'd look like if you were late."
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 01:16:02.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Best Merchant Ever!
Firin was certainly a welcomed spirit in contrast to the past few days. With every transaction his projected attitude was lightened even more, as though with each gold piece that crossed his bandaged palms the companions were elevating him to a higher station of life.
Linnix purchased with much enthusiasm Firin’s miracle draught, an odourless liquid that glittered with some reddish incandescent light from within a glass vial fit delicately into a hollowed finger bone, the stopped affixed to a knuckle bone which conveniently still had enough of the sinew and tendons affixed to allow it to bend and close the vial. While obviously not the most pleasant potion to look at, the prospect that it could stave off death was well worth the unsettling appearance of it.
With the potion in hand, she also purchased a new short bow and a compliment of ammunition. Xaris inquired about armor, and Firin showed him a wide assortment of wares, he needed only make a decision (See q/a)
Bartholomew procured an additional week’s worth of provisions, and stored them in the newly acquired bag of holding while Aelistae silently obtained vital information to setting her heart and mind at ease.
Dylan and Talus didn’t seem interested in acquiring anything new, and so with there dealings complete, Firin hopped up on his rock once more and spoke mentally to all around. “You people have been so generous in helping me attain my goals of th greatest merchant to ever live! I like you people, and would very much like to do business again and so I will be very generous in return, and bestow upon you my magic business card. Ingenious I know! I know!” Firin removed a golden hued card and handed it to Bart. “Normally house calls cost a hundred gold each, to help cover the cost of the magic’s in the card, but I have a feeling we’ll be seeing much more of each other, and so I grant you this first one free. Simply tear it in half when you require my services, and I will contact you hopefully within the hour. Remember, when you deal with Firin Ranklefoot, Satisfaction is guaranteed! Tell your friends!” With that he waved to the group before returning to his perch atop the rock.
This gave Aelistae time to go about distributing the potions and cast her spells (let me know who get’s a potion and who get’s a scroll cast please) Satisfied she had done all she could to aid her friends and companions. It was time to make to move toward’s their goal once more. Would Dylan join them? Or attempt to explore this reliquary of knowledge buried and lost to the ravages of war? Had they all been cured of lycanthropy? Would they ever make it to the keep and if they did, would they be in time? (insert ending to the old Adam west batman show here lol  )
(I’ll allow a couple days for some interaction, but expect a mid week update to get you on your way)
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 01:06:24.
Edited on 2008-08-05 at 18:04:35 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Make haste to the capital
Armand and Duenan turned to each other as Barrahen finished reading the scroll aloud, but it was Caduceus that spoke first. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and by the look in my compatriot’s eyes, we’re heading straight to the zenith of destruction.”
Armand turned to Caduceus and simply nodded. All in the room knew of the battle-priest’s decision before it could be voiced. Deunan too had resolved herself already adjusting her armor for a long ride ahead of her there would be no rest this evening.
“Father we make haste for the Capital, may the divines bless us with swift hooves and the endurance to succeed.”
Caduceus couldn’t help but sigh once more as Armand gently picked him up and affixed him to his specially crafted sling. “Now where’s a Portal when you need one, you two are going to drive yourselves to an early grave.”
“I doubt the good Father keeps one under his desk Caduceus, and we don’t have the time to argue.” Deunan said turning to Father Barrahen. “Unless you’ve got some other little trinket that can speed our leave, I ask we be able to make haste to the Capital.” With that Deunan bowed to the Father, followed by a lowered head of Armand as well, though his bow was not was pronounced.
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 00:37:55.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: hmm
Thondrek was now firmly up on th Wyvern, practically in the saddle where the goblin rider once sat. Getting there, he knew he had to get the wyvern down and quickly, as casting a glance over his shoulder from his vantage point revealed that the goblin forces would be upon them in seconds. (using free action)
With his sword charged with electricity, he hacked forward at the base of the neck before him, hoping this time his luck would fare better.
(I believe shocking grasp is retained until discharged or a duration elapses, but my books are packed away for moving lol. If I'm wrong just blow another first level spell slot I have plenty  )
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 00:23:11.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: little something something
Kimono's headset vision control went blank for a moment as the ripple enveloped her character, leaving her in a white darkness. When it returned, and she made out the rudementary vector blocks making up the basis of this 'world', she was stunned, even moreso when a moment later Twin Lightning appeared, and began catching them up to speed.
"Beckoned? Called? Heeded?" Kimono murmured to noone in particular, though her footsteps had already begun taking her down the hallway while her player mulled over the thoughts in her head.
"I knew there was a reason we were seeing those white noise flashes and hearing this tone; maybe upon character genration you're given a random numerical factor which allows you to access more 'priveleged' areas, sorta like beta testing new ideas while in a previously stable environment, like bonus levels" The end of her blurb was filled with excitment as her pace quickened slightly,taking her farther and farther down the corridor.
Posted on 2008-08-04 at 12:58:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: On that note
Any further questions to Firin you can just simply post here, my update will have Bart purchasing another week's worth of provisions for you all, and include details of Linnix's purchasing of the potion of raise dead as it were.
for DM/ Brianna.
Looking through the seemingingly mundane candlestick and scanning the door shows that the 'candlestick' in the actual door appears to not actually be there, and instead is a relief where a candlestick like object could be affixed, upon closer inspection of tactile use, it appears the 'golden candlestick is a well made illusion, even feeling like it is there, though now knoing better, the Dc check to disbelieve is much more manageable and you may proceed as though you know all is not as it would appear.
Posted on 2008-08-03 at 14:16:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Jozan
I've added your share of the split leftover party oot giving you 250 gold, more than enough to buy a simple suit of armor. You may deign to purchase any suit out of the phb, at 10% off the alreadt less expensive gnomish size of the armor or to make it easy on you, tell me what you want and I'll add it into the next update tomorrow.
Or you can deign to have Aelistae fix up her old suit of chain into a male gnomish size if you'd like to save some money that way, with enough down time (say the rest of the day/ night) she should be able to adjust it) the time being considerably shorter than making a suit since the material is alread there and she's basically just 'hemming' chain links lol.
Posted on 2008-08-03 at 14:12:26.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Kimono
Parting ways with Sarah and granting her the gift of her own member adress in exchange, they went back to exploring where the strange tone had come from. Kursado had moved next to where the Chim Chim track went, and with a mighty swing of his blade put his sword right into the wall, causing it to ripple outwards in a strange pulsing motion.
Kiku advised walking away from the glitch, but Kimono's curiousity was more than piqued now. "We can't pass this up guys, we're low enough level that if it's a screw up we can restart should data be corrupted, but if this is a hidden quest or the chance to get something grand, we can't pass this up guys!"
Kimono moved towards the ripple, letting her scythe pass through it.
"Either we wait for something to come out, we we head in, what's it gonna be?"
Posted on 2008-08-02 at 22:40:46.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Up up and away.
Thondrek knew that he had t bring down the Wyvern and its rider as quickly as possible. Having drank the potion of spiderclimb, he put his plan into motion. Quickly, he quick cast Dimension Hop to land on top of the wyvern behind the rider, his crystal encrusted dwarven waraxe already coming down in a single arcane strike, channeling a shocking grasp through his weapon in an attempt to bring down the beast and its rider once and for all.
(Targeting the Wyvern he's now atop of)
Posted on 2008-08-01 at 19:18:42.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: bring out yer dead!
"Why yes I would have a potion that is said to give new life to old bones. Though Obviously I've not put myself in a position to try it myself. I mean how would I; If I'm dead, I can't drink it. But you, you have friends yes yes! They can feed it to the fallen. I'm told it is one of a kind and thus very valuable. As such I'm asking a paltry 3000 gold. Is there a life worth that much to you young lady?"
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 02:32:45.
Edited on 2008-07-31 at 02:33:58 by Kaelyn
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: well
"well there are plenty of other reasons to play the game, though fighting... monsters is required for most of them, but there are plenty of people out there who just hang out here in the World for the sake of interaction with different people. you're not required to fight and grow stronger, but if that's the case for you I suggest hanging out in the root towns lest you come across anything too strong for you. By the way, I'm Kimono."
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 01:26:52.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: lol
*snickerfit* "Listen Sara, a PK isn't something you ask for, it's not even something you should be thinking about at all, PK'ing just ruins the day of the person you're Pking, and setting back alot of hard work they've done just for you to get a quick thrill. I don't know how you found out about Pking, but juding by your approach you don't seem like some sadistic twirp out to compensate for their own misgivings by taking it out on some pixellated character graphic." Kimono approaches, scythe in one hand open palm in the other offering her a hand up.
"We don't much care for PK'ers if you hadn't figured that out, but since it seems like you're not one, we shouldn't have any problems, kapeesh?"
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 01:00:22.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: ...
"Can I Pk you?"
Kimono couldn't contain herself at such a rediculous question and burst into laughter.
"Ser- seriously, did you just ask us if you could kill us? because I could have sworn *giggle* that's what you just asked."
Kimono whipped her scythe out from behind her and took a defensive tance.
"Because if you're serious, you're either the strongest most polite Pker I've ever met here or elsewhere, or you don't have a clue and if that's the case, you've got nothing but a world of pain ready to reward you for your efforts."
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 00:41:05.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Chumming with the chim chims
Kimono kicks the remaining mushroom and is rewarded with a health drink, just before a chime is heard. A single short note, A in C Major Kiku called it, she would have to see her piano later, but for now, she couldn't be bothered.
"Strange graphics last time, odd tones this time, we've got to be on to something here Kiku. Kursado, let's get going!"
(Ack we're the KKK group lol, for some reason that just struck me as really funny / wrong at the same time)
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 00:20:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A dangerous wager
Aelistae scooted forward, not intending to be rude in her dealings, but the urgency in which she desired the answers to her questions pushed her onward where she handed Firin his requested fee. He nodded gleefully, though his expressions were masked, and began to mentally impart the knowledge paid for in full, stopping occasionally to presumably speak to another customer.
”Nash Alexander Lambert, first-born son of Sir Alexander William Lambert paladin and Chaplain for the Knights of the Silver Chalice here in Tethyr, had followed in his father’s footsteps as quite the prodigal child. Every test, he passed, every pupil of his age or class he surpassed, and it was said that he was destined to become one of Tyr’s champions much like his father. Upon his seventeenth birthday he was induced into the Order as the youngest initiate ever to be granted this most prestigious honor. At twenty one, the Civil war hit, and much like the rest of the country the Order of the Silver Chalice was thrown into the throes of conflict and battle, their ranks being scattered across the land to dispatch evil where they may and bring peace once more to the kingdom to which they served.
It is said that Nash’s father had found clues to an artifact buried deep in the Omlarandin Mountains one that could supposedly vanquish evil in a single use of its mighty, holy power and set off to claim it in the name of the light. Nash, eager to be by his father’s side in this trying time raced after him, pushing himself nearly to the brink of exhaustion to cross Tethyr as quickly as possible to meet him. What he found when he got there however were Wyvern’s Displacer beasts and all manner of fell creature but he would not be halted. legend says he single handedly cut a swath of holy wrath through the denizens of darkness as he descended into the depths of the largely abandoned mountains, for the rare Omlar gems to which the mountain is accredited its name had run dry centuries before. Now this is where stories differ, but I shall share with you the truth as I know it to be.
It is said when Nash pushed to the deepest reaches of the mountain, he came across his father holding a black and red mirror, whose surface rippled like liquid silver within its strangely ornate frame. It is said that as Nash entered the cavern, his father held aloft the mirror and called forth its power to quell all who would stand against him and the order, and the mirror granted him his blessing, but not in a way he had anticipated. A being, an entity trapped within the mirror for centuries had been freed, and taken Sir Alexander as a host.
Nash, instantly knew that his father had been corrupted by some sort of fell entity tried to persuade him to seek help, and cast out the newfound power, but as we know well from histories especially one as long as your own my dear, power is a seductive lady. Refusing to give up this newfound power, it is said Nash and his own father came to blows, a battle which shook the very foundation of the mountain, until in the end, Nash struck down his father.
In his anguish, Nash swore revenge against the evil that had swarmed Tethyr, that had caused his father to venture to this place, and to the beast which had cost him his life. In a cruel twist of irony, that same beast, requiring a form to do it’s own tortured bidding left the still warm body of Sir Alexander and entered Nash, who it is said fought valiantly against the intrusions of the Vengeance Demon. But exhaustion from traveling and battle had wore heavy upon the knight, and his mind eventually gave way to the assault of the once imprisoned demon, who claimed the young and vibrant youth for her own.
Corrupted, and yet in an eternal struggle trapped in the prison without walls against his keeper, Nash, his morals and ideals taken to a level of zealotry and fanaticism left that mountain and reentered the war on a rampage, cutting down scores of enemies, and once allies alike that would get in his way from some personal goal not known by any. It is then that the church cast him out and the Cardinal was born. The rest as they say, is history.
Ah yes, but how to fix this little problem yes? Well, I happen to know the location of the very mirror which once imprisoned the vengeance demon within Nash. But I will warn you now to claim it will require the risking of far more than your purse my dear. For new residents have taken hold of the Omlar mountains, a group of fanatical cultists which give worship to the very demon which inhabits their leader…the Cardinal. One would have to acquire the mirror from deep within their grounds, and confront the Cardinal long enough to capture the vengeance demon within the mirror once more. Unfortunately, the only means of removing the demon from a host I fear, is to kill them…”
For a moment Firin imparts a feeling of sadness and concern, but then just as quickly his demeanor changes back into the optimistic merchant.
“…so you might want to stock up on some scrolls of raise dead yes yes!”
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 22:04:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: knowledge to ease the heart and soul
"This Cardinal, hunted by many, feared by even more, and yet you speak with the urgency and conviction of someone who does neither, perhaps contrary, holds compassion for the man?"
Firin, mid negotiations with others strokes his chin, though his bandaged fingers meet only bandages upon his face as well.
"Information is not free, but I will tell you this. I can answer you this, How he became what he is today, Where it is that he became it, and if I read your eyes correctly, most importantly, a possible way to free him from his curse, but I can tell you now my dear that each offering of information is more expensive than the last, with the first starting at 10 gold pieces, the second, 50, and the third, 100 gold pieces before I begin. I assure you however, my sources are the best there are, for they are checked by none other than myself for authenticity"
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 21:08:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A response to the drow
Even while he was speaking with others, the telepathic abilities of the halfling merchant enabled him to link his thoughts with Aelistae be she willing on a level that enabled simple communication, and nothing more.
" I deal in all manner of goods and services my dear, information is but one of them. And yes, everyone has heard of the Cardinal, though few would know the name of the man behind the beast. I have information regarding him, but what you wish to know will determine what price you may need to pay for such is the way of things, and in this particular case, the answers you seek required more than a minute abount of risk for my own well-being in acquiring."
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 20:33:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Questions and Answers.
As the group of potential customers flocked before Firin, his confidence bolstered with each step they took, and each question they would ask of him. To Dylan's inquiry he could only mentally project his answer with added enthusiasm in the form of flailing arms and mimicry.
"The civil war saw many things of beauty and worth reduced to rubble, and it is said this monastary was one of many such sites that bore the wrath of conflict upon its broad stone shoulders, but in the end could not weather the burdens of war and collapsed into ruin. Now obviously that's a broad analysis of the past events, but if it interests you I have available a telling of the war on account of a Captain Isaiah Marshal, who once stayed at this very monastary with his forces mid conflict. Perhaps it tickles your fancy?"
Firin turned to Aelistae and scratched his forehead, his fingers covered in dirty bandages in lifting a portion of his dep cowl revealed much of his face was bandaged as well aside from his two beady little eyes.
"Tricks? no tricks, only low low low discount prices and the best in customer service is what I offer yes yes!"
"Potions? Healing? Rations of course!" What healing do you need? Curatives, restoratives? ointments to give life back to the dead? I have them all and much more yes yes!" Rations? I have all manner of simple provisions, or magical suppliments and trinkets that render the need to eat unnecessary. Let's make a deal?"
(This is where he'll converse over pricing and what not, in the interest of saving a little time, in agreement of selling the trinkets and the artwork plus the staff, he has agreed to give you 4200gp for the lot)
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 17:56:23.
Edited on 2008-07-30 at 19:40:20 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Sorry ladies!
Silvara and Zorana, truely believing that the spectral entity, unseen but definately felt was some sort of a guide, or sign decided to follow the apparition as it weaved like a breeze through a newly opened door.
Cautious, not willing to accept the 'guidance' as a boon just yet, they followed, slowly opening the door and proceeding through it. There, before them in the room was a small antichamber, only about 10'x10' square, with walls lined in a chaulky white substance like talc, floors untravelled in ages, and a ceiling caked in a thick layer of dust and cobweb some 10' above. Across the room lay another door, which opened seemingly of its own accord once more, and so onwards, carefully tapping the floor ahead of them with the spear the women went.
Through this door they entered another hallway, which wound around to the left some 80' before ending in a door much different than the others. This barrier though exceedingly tarnished though not rusted seemed to be coated in a layer of gold, perhaps the entire door was solid gold. Through the dust and the webs could barely be seen etchings and carvings of the symbols of perhaps some religious importance; an open book, above it a candlestick leading to an open eye which gazed out at the women before it.
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 17:15:30.
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Topic: Mapping Programs
Subject: Dungenie
Is what I've used for quite awhile, with free additions weekly, and additional packs you can buy for anything from gothic to 3d isotropic views you can plan anything really. You can even swap to 3d mode and walk your own settings view monsters items traps etc etc, but prepare to pay for the premium additions.
Posted on 2008-07-29 at 21:31:09.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Firin's supplies
PM me things you want or ask them here and I'll update this list as to what he has if any, or the fee he'll charge to get them. Satisfaction guaranteed!
Standard Items:
(Any item in the phb, masterworked or regular up to a max of 3 of each minus ammunition)
(Any scroll in the DMG from 1st-3rd level level arcane or divine up to 3 of each)
Some questions answered pertaining to Affliction removal
3 remove disease potions
2 remove curse potions
2 remove disease scrolls
3 scrolls of remove curse
2 Belladonna sprigs (Fresh/ Magically preserved)
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:48:05.
Edited on 2008-07-28 at 19:07:22 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Lookin Good
Subject: Blue!
*Tackles and ties her to a barstool*
You're not aloud to leave like that again!
Welcome back!!
*Pulls knots a little tighter*
Now stay awhile why don't'cha
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:15:57.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Done
Wow, well that was 3 something pages long in word, and I'm happy with it despite being sick.. perhaps moreso because I'm sick lol, enjoy.
Brianna and Dm's update will come next
And for the record since I know it'll be asked
Neither Silvara nor Zorana can hear anything going on above ground
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:13:48.
Edited on 2008-07-28 at 18:14:21 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Moving on
It had been a trying night for them all. If it wasn’t a hard march across much unknown terrain, it was battling afflicted werewolves and heretical fanatics of Shar that would put a damper on their travel plans. The arrival of a stranger, Dylan Geiling had held both initial suspicion and then salvation for one of the member’s of the expedition. It had been decided that Bartholomew, the patron of voyage should be saved from the possible horrific end awaiting those possibly infected with the curse of lycanthropy.
Bart had originally thought to object, but the resolve of those around him would only see his refusal as insult to their character he feared, and so he graciously accepted the draught and swallowed the contents. The rest of the night was spent not in quiet contemplation or recuperation, but in song and dance remembering those who had been lost, and the making of new promises to keep their morals high, reunite with Elesia, and finish this quest.
The Moon hung high in the sky as Linnix took her first leap in the direction of faith and newfound purpose, giving herself freely to the dance as her fair skinned fingers entwined with Aelistae’s coal hued digits, and they danced the night away until exhaustion and sleep finally came.
Xaris, exhausted from his overexertion had passed out and would miss the spectacle that danced and sang around him, but in his own mind he was engaged in a vivid dream which held his mind in its powerful grasp. He was back home in the forest of his birth, his family and friends prancing and laughing about him, a much missed, almost forgotten sound to the forest-gnome given the truth of the matter. He stood there basking in the warmth of the sun as it penetrated the boughs of the canopy and bathed him in its glow. The bird’s were singing, the fauna unafraid of the forest-dwellers who shared their home, and respect for all it inhabitants.
Xaris let out a sigh of simple contentment, and those around him conversed with him as though it was years ago, before his transformation or the struggles and death that would soon come, and come it did. A gnome, Xaris’ second cousin came running through the foliage screaming a silent warning, and once more was struck down before Xaris’ eyes as a familiar fletched arrow protruded from his back as he was put face down in the dirt. In Xaris’ head the screams and sounds of terror and death resounded clearer and stronger than it had in many months. And in his mental reconstruction of the events he found himself replaying it exactly as it had happened so many times in his nightmares. First he tried to mount a counter offensive, but the Green Dragon Brigade was too many, too strong with their arrows of death. He heard their calls of quelling the goblin insurrection, he heard his own words of objection and warning fall on deaf ears, and as he cut a pair down, two more simply took their place, like a never ending stream of devils in metal armor and blades of death. Then, though he cried out as if to change the events of the past his feet were moving of their own accord, and he was fleeing like he had that fateful day so long ago.
Through the trees he ran, and the enemy gave pursuit relentlessly they chase him. Over roots and branches he ran, and over the same mound of dirt and leaves he went, his foot catching under an upturned root and down he went, in a tumble and a roll right down through the weakened earth of a series of tunnels his kin had built for extracting the fluids rich in nutrients from many of the tree roots which grew down through these tunnels, without ever marring the splendor and beauty of the surface structure. When successfully harvested, their druid would simply heal the tree, giving as much of herself as they had taken, and collapse that potion of the tunnel that the trees might continue to grow and build new root structure.
Now, the burrows and tunnels of their harvesting would prove a sanctuary for Xaris, as his position was hidden from view, and the pain in his injured leg would keep him from moving and being found. It would also see to it that he was as far as he could painfully remember, be the only one to survive that fateful day.
Hours passed in his dreamscape, and he painfully hauled himself from his hole, and when he returned to the village, only death and flame met his gaze. In that instant, what was left of the sweet harvester and hunter Xaris was replaced with something deeper, something greater. He turned his hatred and anger into fuel and energy, and with a roar that echoed through the scorched tree-line Xaris the barbarian hunter was born, running through the undergrowth in pursuit of one thing…. Revenge.
Day came, easily for some, not so much for others, but it came none-the-less, the warmth of the sun a welcome reprieve from the dark of night. Breakfast was made, but it was obvious that Bartholomew had switched into rationing what supplies he had left, as the untimely removal of Elesia had taken some 70% of their provisions. Morning meal consisted of fruit compotes and hard tack, water, and a thin slice of cheese for each. The lack of meat if disheartening was masked by those around, and the stench of burnt wolf and flesh still hung faintly in the air.
Camp was taken down, mounts mounted, with Dylan riding on the back of Tock’s wagon for the trip to the Shrine. Thankfully, there were no interruptions to their early morning ride, and shortly after Highsun the group entered a clearing bearing many years of neglect, and as the rubble strewn, and overgrown clearing became more noticeable, so too did their doubts of finding salvation.
As they neared however, it became apparent that a figure sat cross legged on a large stone slab atop two other diagonal slabs leaning against each other, sheltering a staircase leading down into the earth. The slabs both bore the marred and damaged markings of Deneir and Oghma etched into their stone surfaces.
“Welcome welcome!,” came a voice from the figure before them, a short fellow, smaller than even Xaris, draped in long ragged clothing that seemed a few sizes too large for his frame. It shoul be noted that the voice was not heard as though spoken, but resounded directly in the minds of those gathered through a form of telepathy. The man bore no distinguishable markings save for an ornate gold pendant around his neck with a small red stone embedded in its center.
“Greetings and well met travelers, for today is your lucky day! Tymora smile upon us all for crossing path’s here and now. I am Firin Ranklefoot, Merchant I said Merchant Extraordinaire!” With that, he stood atop the rocks, placing him head height of around 8’, and with a flourish and a flip of his wrists, his cloak was pulled open revealing pouches and potions, wands and trinkets of all kinds lining his cloak’s inside like some seedy timepiece dealer found in the back alley’s of larger cities. There was something different about this fellow though, and his words were spoken with a confidence that seemed to demand acceptance of his proclamation of greatness, and that simply no other term would do.
“Now my good men and women and … children with skin conditions what can I do for you hmm? Potions? Adventuring gear for tempting the temple danger’s below? Perhaps some sunscreen or ointment for the wee one so he doesn’t burn?”
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:12:16.
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