(eagle) The knight looks interested, "Well friend do you need somewhere to stay? This fortress is proof against all the foes of the coalition, including the foes of the dwarfs, we would be happy t have you, if you wanted to aid us in our defense of this fortress then i would be interested in hearing your terms. Then the other knight steps forwards, and imposing Satyr clad in White plate armour that has clearly been repaired, "I saw you fire that weapon... it interests me to find that i cannot name it, what iss it??"

FYI Ranun you can post again

(Yarnek) the man spreads the map on the table, and points out the wall and the guardrooms which lie at each corner of the roughly square town

"okay, where has every attack been since they first started"

okay i as i walk into the town what is it like? and i am going to the INN to sleep for the night and get food.

(dave) ok for a start you dont just get to walk in, when you near the gates a group of the local dignitaries come out to greet you

(yarnek) he always comes to the gates

what happened to me?

And me?

sorry in the wall of text i missed both of you guys, i cant see your avatars cause my puter is having a spas so everyone looks the same

(Rab) He nods, "Thankee sir" and begins his call again.

(Proto) She struggles but cant deal with the pain.

I wait.

i interveiw her

So there are towers at the corners and at the gates right??
If so I would put archers in the towers for range and cover. spread the rest of the men evenly behind the gates... and leave out the local militia as it seems theyre not quite up to par with our opponents.
If its possible to survive the drop Id put a couple swordsman on top of the gate so that as the enemy closes on the gate they can drop down behind them.

me?

The weapon is of my own make and it is one of a kind.

*Turning*

I will stay and aid your defences, for a price.

(sorry nocturne anouther person i missed in the wall of text)
The librarian looks a bit shatterred and ehasted and seems to not have heard what you said, but at that point people start hammering on the door

(spopalopalopovitch) (did i spell it right??? ) After a while the crier comes back, "this man seems to know something" a shady looking man from behind the town crier comes forwards, "thankee sir thankee"

i went intom the wall and searched the scrolls what did i find

(proto) She looks close to unconciousness but she tells you about how she was the real force behind her sisters ascension to the head of the politics in the area, but then your startled as she looks at you with hope in her eyes, "I thought you were different... i knew who you were when you came in but i thought you could help us... please dont kill me, please"

(Eckeon) The ataani beside you nods, "this is a good plan, but the drop is to great i should think, damage would occur, it is too high, but the rest... yes it will work"

(Eagle) Tyranic looks bemused, "A price? beyond letting you use our facilities and our hospitality and accomodation?"

i ask help you how?

Ranun awoke to peacefulness, glad he no longer heard the besieging of the castle.

He got himself out of the bed feeling refreshed. Looking at his bedside he could see his armor, battered - but not bloody as it seemed someone had cleaned it... but it could wait for now.

Ranun asks someone nearby, "Do you know where Sir Marta is at the moment?"

(proto) "Everything changed when the dead started rising again, noone knew how to stop them, i had to start using my sister as a tool, use her as the means for me to get the power i requried to destroy them, she understood and wanted to help, but there were so many who saw what was happening and anted my sister dead, we needed protection from them, i sitll do"

i mentaly contact the guild

(Ranun) he is asking for you, there is a visitor at the gate and he wants you to be present when he welcomes him

(proto) The reply comes quickly through your psionic link, "what is it?"

Ranun walks over to the gate...

(I wonder who's there ?!?!? )

(ikr) Marta meets you halfway and the pair of you get to the gate, which is opened, at which point you see a dwarf snapping some clasps on his weapon and doing a test fire into the ground, he nods and turns to you slinging his weapon over his back,.... accelerate to current point of time....

I ask him about everything he knows after bekonning him into a side alley.

the shifty man nods to you, "Thankee sir Thankee" he moves of down into the alley muttering under his breath

And he tells me?

he begins to talk about the organisation, slowly you coax more and more info out of him and eventually you get a decent picture of whats happening, the organization uses the profiles of well known bodyguards to pinpoint potential targets, their arrogance is profound as they choose the most efective bodyguards as the guardians of their targets, instilling a sense of fear of the fact that noone is safe, of the man himself little is known save that he is an apt politician

I pay him and thank him for his troubles. I then begin to think. I am not a well known bodyguard, but was a replacement for one who fell sick. I didn't even know much about my client, or even what sort of importance he had. I need details. I am new to this town, and am not even a proper bodyguard. More of a freebooting bandit. If I can find some way of showing that to the assassains, I am sure that I will be left alone.

even as this thought occurs to you you notice serveral points of movement in the shadows of the alleyway

I call out and place my hand on a Javelin.

the shadows move closer but otherwise do nothing

I stay stock still, tensed for a fight.

you hear a short metallic click, then a rolling sound

i relay all i have learnt from her

"You have killed her sister?"

dead.

I start evasive manouvers.

(Proto) "Then you have completed the contract, we will not aid you in this womans protection, however you may do as you see fit, as long as it does not threaten the brotherhood we will not oppose you and your brother sttus is not in jeapordy"

(Rab) you get out of the way just in time as the deeath contaptions explode spewing shrapnel everywhere

OOC: Sorry, didn't realise there was a PC there.

As I watch the remains of their army flee the battlefield I know that they will only return, prehaps stronger than before. Because of this I decide to go to the libary, a great city like this must have some magical knowlege stashed away somewhere. All I have to do is find it...

once you depart the wall you see two powerful knights conversing with the dwarf you saw,

As I walk past, I glance towards the dawrf. They seem to be disscussing somthing intently so I decide not to interupt. I then continue my way to the libary.

the dwarf nods politely but he too continues with the conversation, as you reach the library you hear voices inside, and when you try to open the doors you find them locked

I wonder what's happening inside the libary. I press my ear against doors but can't make out what they are saying. I knock on the door and await an answer. Afer a few minuites witout an answer I knock again and hear footsteps walking towards the doors...

(need to wait for noccy here)

ok i listen to her

Tyranic Marta wrote:(need to wait for noccy here)

OOC: Why? Sorry if i've missed something but could you please explain.

noccy is in the library

(proto) "There are more assassins coming, from anouther guild, they want her dead, when they see that you have killed her then they will want one or both of us dead... and before you ask i had no love for my sister, she was a tool to be shaped as i needed."

lets get out of here

(proto) she nods but then grimaces, you notice the darts in her shins

"Im going to need you to take those out"

wait but first im gonna check in the secret room

you open the door to the secret room and the sight makes your jaw drop, hundreds and hundreds of sheafs of parchment line the walls and after a brief examination you see the writs of promise of hundreds of dark elf politicians agreeing to support the late victim but in the center of the room there is an exquisitly carved handsword, the type you have seen the dragoran mercaneries use, long and curved with a distinct square tang that balances the blade of many-folded steel perfectly. The length of the weapon however has been shorteded to the point where it would comfortably fit over a the back of the wielder

i take it but conceal it from her

lols, whyyy???

dw carry on

anyhoo

you return to the room to see the woman nearly unconcious with the pain

OCC: Oh, Ok

I wait patiently for a while longer...

thanks

i remove the darts

I throw Javelins at every single on of the shadows as fast as I can, repeatedly.















!

(rab) (what was that ! about??) Your javelins punch home in several of the shadows and one or two Dark elfs collapse into view but the rest slik back and fire razor sharp disks at you from some kind of fiendish contraptions

(proto) the pain of this finally makes her pass out

Time to put on a Burst of Speed. (Hint, skill, hint)

i got it i got it

you dodge the disks amazingly and manage to impale two more of the assassins, the rest flee

I search bodies, looting anything I can carry and taking it back to the clients room.

i take her to a safe place then leave her with some suplies then i go to the guild

(proto)you leave her in one of your safe houses, upon reaching the guild several of the other dark elves wolf whistle, clearly news spreads fast

(rab) You find lets say 6 wrist crossbows and a couple of daggers

(Can I use the crossbows?) I attatch the two daggers to my belt. They might come in handy, especially when they are sword sized compared to me.

the wrist cross bows are too awkward for you to use, you can carry a couple of them back to your room

i go speak to the guildmaster

Well, back at the room I begin to fiddel with them, hoping to make them into some kind of one-shot traps.

(proto) he still isnt available but the same man you talked to before congratulates you and gives you your reward, a touchbrand tattoo of the guild and a sack of 150 coin

(rab) you more than succed, you discover how to fire them and create tripwire traps that will frie everytime they are activated until the magazine runs dry

I set them up at the entrance to the inn for laughs(Kidding)

I decide that personnal safety is far better than money and leave the client unless he can persuade me otherwise (Lotsa $$$$$$$$$). If he cannot, I look for another job by listening to the town crier. If he can, I stay in the room and wait.

what does the tatoo do?

(proto) gives you a charisma and stealth bonus but also binds you to the guild, ie you can only have one

(rab) the client doesnt seem to have enough money and you kick him out of the room, the town crier doesnt have any jobs today

Relaxing in the room I seem to have aquired from the client(?....XD!) I decide to relax whilst also eating to my hearts content on his tab.

(lol) the next day rolls around with casual ease, you find yourself bored with nothing to do

ok i get my next mission

(proto)

The next piece of parchment handed to you is significantly wieghtier and appears to be a letter addressed to the guild

Seneschal
I need help, I left on my mission to aid the brother of our guild named Silentsong, I reached the city and succeeded in my mission, however upon leaving the city I found myself being pursued by daemons, i send this now with a shadow couriour in the hope that it gets to the guild before it is to late, i can hear them closing in

Sister Noria

If the town crier still hasn't got any jobs, I decide to go hunting.

Beneath it is a description of a mission report relating to Silentsong and Sister Noria you look over it and get a better idea of where she would be.

(if you want to get an idea of the mission read some of the earlier pages of the RP)

(rab) the crier does indeed have a job, he picks you out of the crowd and beckons you over, "theres been a warrent issued to search for your previous client, and when it was completed he was found dead in an alleyway this morning, anouther warrent has been issued to search for the killer, its a pretty hefty reward, (300 coin)

I go to the alley that the client was killed in. (CSI mode...ACTIVE)

While I wait outside the libary, I begin to look around the area i'm in. It seems to be very old and has many decrotive patterns carved into the stone. I start looking at them wondering if they mean anything. They look random but, as I look closer, a pattern begins to emerge, some of the symbols, every six symbols or so, seems to resemble letters from an ancient language I once worked on. I only know some of the letters as it was only one document. I don't know what it might mean but if it does i'm sure I will be able to decipher it eventually...

i open and read it

(i already posted 5 times !!!)
"i walk into the still open wall. i search for clues or weapons in the vault."
[brother post everything he says right through me]

My prive would be all the beer i can drink and unrestricted access to the blacksmith and walls.

"We have more than enough beer for all to drink, and fine beer at that." Ranun said. "I believe I have not introduced myself, I am Ranun of Crisela."

As I begin to work on the problem something returns to me. A distant memory seemingly brought back by looking at the strange symbols. I can begin to read the first part. It said:

Any o_e w__ c_n __a_ thi_ i_ worth__ of t__ treasur_ hi__e_ wit_i_ the_e w_lls. T_e ___asure wi_l o__y be cl__med b_ _he ch_s_n o__. I_ _s hidde_ i_......

Alot of the letters have been worn away over years of erosion and some are totaly alien to me. I can understand this part but, seemingly, someone has removed the rest of the message leaving it untraceable, unless it is writen somewhere else...

(I see you have all pressed on in the story since i was last awake)

(Rab) The body is still there, the cause of death quite apparent a large multi pointed throwing star sticking out of the back of his head, and the front of his face caved in from contact with the cobbles.

(Tallon) The message writhes and fades seemingly burn off the stone of the fortress, you look around to other walls and see them covered in more of the writing

(Ranun, Eagle) Marta looks at Rarora shrewdly, "Deal, but when you say access to the walls??"

(ohmygosh i just realised that the high elf Noccy was reffering to like 4 pages ago was you Tallon, sigh,) ok just as you are walking to the walls the door behind you opens and the Librarian calls to you, "You wanted entry?"

you nod and enter to see a Dark elf in robes at the far end of the room, seeminly intent on something in the wall

(Proto) (did you read it?? either way you can head off)

I feel safer when i can look in the distance, to see for myself if i am truly safe.

(OMG MARTA WHAT DO I FETHING FIND IN THE VAULT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(eagle) Marta nods, "It is the same with us all"

(noccy) You open the vault and move into its reccessed confines, the walls themselfs are made of the same white marble as the rest of the fortress but grooves have been ground out of the stone to allow for gold to be hammered in viens along the surface of the stone, wooden chests bound in gold line the walls and racks of weapons stand in the corners, in the center is a strangley ornate sword, you recognise it immediatly, it is the blade of secrets, the twin of which, the blade of truth, has been lost to some private collector, but this weapon is an assassins best friend, the graceful handsword made of beaten white gold enchanted to never dull or dent or break is inlayed with lines of what the blacksmiths call "Black fire" liquid enchanted obsidian that bonds to the metal it is cast with but never sets.

I take the throwing star and clean the blood off. Time to pay a visit to the Blacksmith.

It takes a while to find oyur war but you eventually get to the blacksmith

I get him to analyse the make of the weapon, the material, etc.

He has a look at it and grimaces, "Its made of simple iron but its well balanced, theres no makers mark but the curves of the points suggest this would be silent if thrown, i dont know how to identify whos this would have been without a makers mark, and if i diddnt know better i would say it was mine, the workmanship is similar

I thank him and wait until nightfall. I then break in as silently as possible and look around going upstairs etc. being careful not to wake anyone.

you find nothing that would point to the blacksmith being involved

i have not read it what does it say?

erm well your search more or less should start on the route to the city of phobos

i g start on the route to phobos but noy t without better deamon killing weapons

you get your weapons blessed by a cleric before you head out

(your free to control encounters until we get thr and indeed how long it is till you find her)

ooc can there be trolls in this?

ic if there is i jorney before stumbling on a trio of trolls

if not then i encounter some men inste4ad

hmmm, no trolls became extinct along time ago, but Orcs are close

As I finaly manage to gain entrance to the libary, I make a mental note to come back and examine some more of these strange words.

Once i'm inside, I walk over to the librarian and ask him whether they have any books on magic or incantations, particularly anything very old. As he leads me towards a dark corner of the libary, next to a shelf stacked with very old books, I keep an eye on the dark elf. He soon leaves though, and I can continue with my search.

After a while, the librarian returns and asks me if I have found anything of use. A look at him and say, "Yes, I have. in this book I have found many spells of ancient power but only some of them are still legable" He nods and turns away. I continue reading, making note of all the spells I can use....

many of the spells found are so aincient in origion that their meaning has become obselete or confused with the passing of time, one however stands out as useful and useable, as the spells that are still legible are generally far more powerful than a mage could hope to control on his own, it would need a coven of ancient sorcerors to cast the spells, let alone control them

the spell you manage to find is an arcane spell

which i wil pm to you....

I say meh and decide to forget it and go hunting whilst waiting for the town crier to get a simpler merc job.

lols you dont care about ur former employer?? epic

anyhoo

you hunt for a time and improve your skills testing and refining the new trap weapons until a passing caster finally offers to make the trip wire magical and ethereal

now the weapons trip wire automatically senses movement in its field

and aditionally it automatically goes until it hits an obstruction regardless of distance, but be careful if your putting it in open terrain, the results could be amusing

the crier gets a simple kill-pay job through for the required cleasing of a bandit group of orcs outside the city walls.

I go out to lure them into a trap. I place some gold in a clearing near, but not too near, their base of operations. I then set up hidden snares and then set up a cross fire with my tripwire tracks, which are disguised, and myself, dug into a pit and with plenty of food. I then wait for the Orc gang.

I go out into the town and find a place to advertise a job. I try to recruit warriors, alchemists and mage to join my party. I am going to gather this group and go out into the northen mountains to search for magical knowledge as well as treasure and, prehaps, even a magical steed such as a pegasus or even a dragon...

My advert reads:

Brave Warriors and Magic Users Wanted for Adventure!
Task: Escort Edon Garaklore in his Travles
Pay: 10 gold pieces per week and a share of any treasure
Positions: Scout, Healer, Figher, Archer and Caster

Apply to Edon Garaklore

OOC: (If this is ok, I wish to employ PCs as well as NPCs)

(Thank you)
I search for a trap mechanism under the sword.
[To the quarter master. Milord i have found the sword of secrets
. The lord has said that i could keep everything that was inside this vault but i now ask if i could keep this artifact to.]

(Oh and raptor you couldn't see me i was lightbended and i entered an hidden room before you entered ythe library.)

ooc: marta, you said you would give me my skills?...

Edon Garaklore
I put forward my services as a scout for your party, once i have had time to restock and repair my equipment.

EagleArk, I thank you for accepting my offer and I look forward to working with you.

While I wait for more replies, I visit the local blacksmith. I purchase from him a well made silver dagger and a scabard which I fasten under my robes. Next, I visit the town jewlers and buy myself an enchanted jewel of protection to ward off the dangers I will undoubtedly encounter. After I finished at the jewlers I finish my little shopping trip with a visit to the town cartographer to purchase a map of the northen mountains.

ooc: i assume i have a place to stay in the city?

Visiting my room i make sure that the small chest at the foot of the bed is strong and the lock working and in good condition, i remove my chest plate and rifle placing them in the box. Locking it i turn to the the door and begin to walk towards it. My small bag of coins clutched tightly in my hand. I intend to see what the local blacksmith is selling, and to take advantade of the beer i was entitled to.

After my shopping trip, I return to my house to prepare for my quest...

(I assume I have a house)

I say to them that i was lost and looking for a place to stay.

On the way back to my house, I think of something. I don't actualy know how to tame a dragon. So I take a detour to the libary to investigate a book I saw on my earlier visit. It's title is 'On the Finding and Taming of Fire Dragons, By F.K. Harak' It is writen in an archaic language, but I can read it. It includes instructions and spells of finding, calmbing and taming...

(recap?)

(OK lots of stuff happens when im not there i think ill do a recap for EVERONE including a list of characters their wargear loot etc, this couold take a while so paitence is asked for from all)
OK char list



Name: kozac silentsong
Age: 157
Class: assasin
Race: dark elf
Weapons: pair of wristcrosbows and some knives, Death contraption, Sword of secrets (yes you can have it)
Armour: Cloth, also owns paladinic plate
Appearance/Bio:
height: 190cm tall
skin: extremely white
hair: long black with sinister trophies in it like a little piece of skin to bond his hair in a pony tail
eyes: sinister dark. always looking through you.
alignment: evil of course XD (i am ammending this to neutral from your RPing)
Bio: as he is already 157 he was first a high elf but after seeing the brutal slaughtering of his own family just because it would be better for the noble of his land. he became bitter and dark. one night he sneaked into the royal chamber of the lord and assasinated him. then he left and was quickly found by his (new made) brother from the silentsong. he joined them and was adopted. now he is one of their assasins and is ready to do lord silentsongs bidding.
Level 2
ACTIVE

Currently in the vault of the city of Phobos which is inside the library

Name - Ranun of Crisela
Age - 34
Class - Warrior
Race - Satyr
Weapons - A large 2-handed club with metal spikes on it, and he also has a dagger. The Mace of Phobos, Holy Armour
Armour - Chain, (Plate)
Appearance - 2 meters tall. Handsome, as satyrs go.
Alignment - Lawful/Neutral
Ranon was born in the Woods of Crisela. While he was a small child, his parents and clan were killed by raiding orks. He had managed to survive by running deep into the woods and hiding.
He wandered the woods for days until he was confronted by a pack of hungry wolves. The wolves started to close in on him when a she-bear came between him and the wolves. What compelled her to do so, Ranun never knew. The she-bear fought off the wolves, and then took Ranun to her cave. The she-bear raised Ranun with her other cubs.
When Ranun was of age, he left and went wherever the road took him.
Level 2
ACTIVE

Currently Inside the city of Phobos with the Knight Tyranic Marta

Name- Iliad Ulmethire
Age- No truly knows, but records indicate he is at least two thousand years old.
Class- Undeath Knight (prefers the term 'Bone Lord')
Race- High Elf
Weapons- Bone greatsword
Armor- Golden plate armor
Appearance/Bio- Born in the glittering glass towers of Linthesa, Iliad lived with his siblings after his mother and father tired of life and cast themselves from the Cliffs of Serenity as was their custom. Training in the arts of the Duskblade, learning to wield both steel and magic with equal skill, Iliad set out to prove himself, leaving the protective barriers of his homeland to test his mettle. Fighting the dark elves for a time, Iliad was mortally wounded by a dark elven assassin, and as his blood spilled out onto the cobbles, Iliad had a vision of a man in golden armor promising him life if he would only serve him for a time yet unnamed. Young and foolish, Iliad agreed, and was restored to life, and fought off the dark elves, and claimed victory. As the years melted past, Iliad forgot his oath, and returned home. When the necromancer Gogoth-Mal marched his undead hordes upon elven lands, Iliad took up the call, and battled the dead. When Iliad confronted and slew Gogoth-Mal, the golden figure appeared once again, demanding his service, he refused, and to his horror, Iliad had his soul ripped from his body, and held by his malefactor. His body began to rot at an accelerated rate, leaving only a skeleton behind. Forcing his soul back into his withered shell, the Golden Man once again demanded his service, and Iliad had no choice but to obey. Two hundred years later, Linthesa was burned to the grounds, and a strange golden warrior led an undead army to battle. Now, Iliad wanders the countryside obeying the twisted edicts of the Golden Man, praying for his death to finally claim him.
Level 2
ACTIVE

Currently outside the city of phobos on the plains north of the city and roughly a mile away, he has the INACTIVE PC Cruor Defaeco with him

Name: night wraith
age: unown
class: assasin
race:elf
weapons: twinn wrist cross bows folding crossbow and lare assortment of knives, Sword of Truth
biograpy:relitavly new member of the guild but an experienced assasin description tall and tanned auburn hair male
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently travelling to (?) searching for a member of his guild

Name: PlethorA
Age: 753
Class: Demonologist
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: Sacrificial knife, odyysseus idol. Blood Idol,
Armour: full cloth
Appearance/Bio: Beard that goes down to feet, white, wrinkles followed by the classic apearence of an old man, and a walking kane. "Eagle like" eye brows.
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently at a town some 3 days tavel from his adopted home town, entering the town

Name: Spopopolopavich
Age: 25
Class: Skirmisher
Race: Goblin
Weapons: Lots and lost of Javelins, Death traps, Knifes
Appearance: 45cm, Pallid Green, Large hooked nose, large ears, necklace with unidentified bones on it
Bio: A typical Goblin mecrinary, willing to fight for anyone or anything. Generally quiet and not very outspoken, many have been suprised by his good nature if the get him talking. Enjoys taking trophies from particularly resilient enemies.
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently in a city on the eastern coast of the continent getting ready for a mercanery job against Orc bandits outside the city

Name: Yarnek
Age:165
Class: Archer
Race:ataani
Weapons obsidian long bow, Barbed obsidian arrows, obsidian butterfly knife
Armour Obsidian splint mail
Appearance/Bio: black fur, red eyes, claws.....sortof
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently preparing for a combat with a Daemonologist in a town just south coast opposite of the Ataani Islands, Has the ACTIVE PC Eckeon with him

Name: Rarora Ironwarrior
Age: 97
Class: Dwarven Engineer (Marine)
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: Rory, the repeater rifle and gus his simple axe
Armour: Thick chestplate, leather trousers and boots, simple full face helm.
Skin: Tanned
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Amber
Height: 105cm
Gender: Male
Mount: Mount!?
Alignment: good/neutral
Bio: Once a small (small) dwarf child, rarora was a tinker. He loved to play around with everthing and anything, as ant small child he became curious of the weapons of war that were being used to defend the attackers. Over 20 years of watching was under his belt befre he was allowed his first gun. He still carrys this weapon today, having over 50 years of modification and improvement to make it one of the finest crafted weapons that he could find. Even though having never had a parsonal taste for personal combat, why break a sweat when you dont need to? But still his simply axe was finley balanced and sharpened to a deathly edge. After his villiage was razed by a ncromance and his undead horde his harbours a deep hatred for all undead.
After a string of failed job and work he setteled on the thing he was best at, killing. Soon getting a job as a mercanary he would travel and slay people and beast alike, all for a bag of gold. After a incident in a bar involving a pack of cards and beer, he was once again very very poor. Now today he spends his dwindiling reserves of cash while discreetly advertising his services.
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently inside the city of Phobos readying for an exploratory and scouting mission into the mountains with the ACTIVE PC RaptorsTallon

Name: Edon Garaklore
Age: 496
Class: Mage
Race: High Elf
Weapons: Magic Staff with a Blue Jewel on the End
Armour: Enchanted Cloth Robes
Skin: Pale
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Deep Blue
Height: 215cm
Gender: Male
Mount: A young, white, elven horse.
Alignment: Good
Bio: Edon was born into a wealthy family of elven traders who had made their fortune trading in jewels and precious metals. He lived a happy childhood and did well at school he had never shown an aptitude for anything special and intended to follow his father into trading. His family were happy and his future looked bright. However, his life changed for ever when, the day after his 15th birthday, his parents were killed by bandits in the mountains near his home. They had been visiting a mine to purchase a shipment of gold when they were attacked. When he was told about the tragedy by the local governor, who was a friend of the family, he disappeared and everyone thought he had been killed. He had really gone into hiding and no one saw him until, almost ten years later, he emerged from the same forest in the same mountains where his parents had been killed carrying a Jewelled staff high above his head. His eyes sparkled with magical energy. No one knew, or has ever found out, where he learnt this power but he was surely the most powerful wizard his town, or even his province, had ever seen. He has devoted his life to perfecting the magical arts and continually searches for knowledge and artefacts in order to further his power.
Level 1
ACTIVE

Currently in his house in the city of Phobos preparing for an Exploratory and scouting mission inot the mountains with the ACTIVE PC EagleArk

Name: Eckeon Mythos
Age: 350 (will explain in bio)
Class: warrior with minimal magic abilities ( also in bio)
Race: Human
Weapons: Large single edged greatsword- looks like a straight razor, gauntlets with triangle shaped edged plates attached to chain of no distinct length (within reason)
Armour: Full plate armor of unknown combination of common metals and forging techniques, all approximately .5 inches to 1 inch thick.
Appearance/Bio: A rare being among his people, he is a full head taller than most and nearly twice as broad. Skin is well tanned with a few battle scars scattered around. Peircing crystal blue eyes and gray/white shoulder length hair.
Throughout his childhood it was noticed that he was stronger than most and quickly became strongest of all unitl he learned to restrain his power.
started as city guard as a young man who over the years gained rank and prowess to elevate him to royal guard and then to private guard of royal family's hier. On an attempted assination he let his strength get the best of him, hurtling the attackers into the supporting columns of the building and bringing about its collaspe killing all in the building but himself.
He exiled himself and crafted a suit of armor so heavy that it reduced his strength to appears as that of a normal man. But his body grew accostomed to the weight and suit became lighter and lighter. Knowing he could not make the suit itself any heavier he sought out magics to assist him. Some how the resilience of his body also helped hiim age slower. After finding the most talented magician in the world of the desired spells, Burden, which multiplied the wieght of an object by a certain percentage depending on the lvl of the spell, he found that he was still growing stronger. Then he made a bad choice, he made a deal with a "council" of demons, they granted him complete mastery of the burden spells so that he could adjust the wieght himself but he was now to be thier puppet. After several decades of this his more righteous side won over and now he hunts the very demons he once sserved. He also released himslef from armored prison, but then dawning another suit of armor similar to the first but without the magical restraints.
Level 1
ACTIVE
Currently in the same town as the ACTIVE PC the bullet preparing for the same battle

Name: Tralyn Eyther athem Age: 102
Class: archer
Race: wood elf
Weapons: compisite bow (very fancy), 2 long thin daggers
Armour: studded leather
Appearance/Bio:
height: 185cm tall
skin: pale white with a green tinge
hair: long white
eyes: bright green
agreesive looking expresion
Level 1
INACTIVE

Currently in his home forest after a battle with Dragoran legionairres

Name: Cruor Defaceo
Age: 35
Class: Death knight
Race: Orcs
Weapons: Long chain flail with a multiply spikes and blades jutting from all edges with a scared shield that is bent and misshaped in places.
Armour: Black Plate mail: Helmet with tribal war mask, Chest, Bracers, Shoulders, Legs
Mount: giant death wolf with serrated and extended teeth and claws with body armoured with a metal helm and shoulder covers.
Appearance/Bio: , Black motley hair with grey clay skin heavy set shoulders 6 foot with the humour of a blunt blade and undercover of armour burnt and singed
Level 1
INACTIVE

Currently in the same force as the ACTIVE PC Mordoskull

ok tallon you get your ring and you head home, (Bringer might be a good choice for your party now that the undead are repelled)

(noccy) the librarian nods, "of course you can keep the weapon, it is a weapon of the guild of which i was sent to find, but seeing as you have then it will work best for you now, take it"

(Yarnek)

everyone agrees, this is the best plan that we can come up with, lets sort it out....

(Dave)

the guards by your story and allow you in

so we go get into position

ok where are you putting everyone, DETAILS man this is a battle plan

okay, warrior (eckeon) and all my warriors behind the gates, some with ropes up on top of the gate so they can drop down behind him and then archers on the gate as well.......with me.......and rope
^_^

okydokey, ill post the event for this soonish

Just as you are setting up you see dark shapes appearing at the edge of town, just outside the walls, groups of fleshy grey daemons begin to appear armed with strange looking crossbows.

more groups of these daemons but armed with short curved knifes begin to appear outside the gates

wait in hide'in

nightwraith aimed his repeating crossbow carefuly, thonk! the first ork fell screaming to the ground, blood squirting from his mortal wound. he decapitated another with a quick slice from his sword (the one from the secret room). the final ork backed away as he turned towards him. he died almost instantly as nightwraith stronde foward and broke his neck. searching the camp he found little of value until he came upon a locked chest. after picking the lock he opend it and found.....

ooc what was in the chest marta?????? its up to you!

lols its always up to me

a single chain of opals is inside the chest, each of which appears to have an eye on it, inscribed onto the stone

do you:

*Take them?
*Or leave them??

(yarnek) The daemons begin to fire grappels onto the wall with their crossbows and then they draw knifes and begin to climb

Thank you. And i want to make an agreement. I can use this vault as my personal bank and i give you the code so you can study all the scrolls inside BUT you will not take any out of them. Thats not that i dont trust you brother its just that i dont want these templars sniffin around

I wait in the courtyard for more people to join my party.

(Noccy) "They are paladins child, the Templars are not in this place, they are a far more ancient and untrustworthy organisation, but otherwise i would agree with you in this, the vault can be your personal.. bank did you call it? And i would very much like to study the scrolls. And i will not remove anything from the vault"

(well wait for ranun to post, if he wants to join, if he doesnt ill fill the other slots and you can be on ur way

I check them mentaly

(how do you mean??)

For traps and spells

oh yes ok, you find none on the necklace

I take it

*Coughing Fit*

Then i trust you on your word. I will write the code down. And you can contact me if you want to remove something

Crafty little devils, Yarnek you got company comin!! ( I figure youre on the wall with your archers)
(did we open the gate or is it closed?)

As Yarnek and his archers unleash a hail of arrows on the deamons below a couple start hacking at the grappling hooks so they will be of no use, causing a couple demons to fall and either die or seriously break somethin, hard to tell right away. But they're atleast hurtin given the screaming.
I give the order to raise the gate and lead a charge into the deamons lines, with broad arcing swings I cleave several deamons in two and sever arms and legs of a couple more. My fellow swordsman handle themselves well, with their greater reach the deamons daggers find little purchase, and those that do fail to strike anything vital. But the blades are poisoned and the wounds begin to fester, for the saftey of the men we have to fall back inside the gate...

ooc figure i been outta the loop a lot so id make a big contribution

Pleased that Ranun of Crisela has decided to join myself and Rarora Ironwarrior in our quest, I gather my equipment and fetch my horse from the city stables. I ride out into the town square where I wait for Ranun, Rarora and the other members of my party to arrive ready to leave on our jorney.

(The other members of the party will be NPC's unless anyone else wishes to join. I still need: A Healer, An Archer and A Mage/Magic User. Another fighter would also be welcome!)

(raptor) i wish to ask for my first months pay in advance, as so to stock up on ammunition and protection.

[Milord. I would like to be of any help what can i do to help you as i need a new mission.]
"Librarian what do you know about the last resting place of the sword of truths?

I hand 40 gold coins to the dwarf and offer to enchant his arrows using blaze and ice flare so that they will be more effective in combat. When he returns, I will make the enchantments.

Untill then, I will work on reathing my own silver dagger in enchantments of sharpening, toughening and many other basic enchanting spells, the sort known to any wizard of significant skill.

Iliad's mind reeled at the possibility that the Golden Man's grip on him was slipping. For centuries, he had toiled for the being, obeying without question, slaying his foes without a second thought. But now... he was slowly slipping through the Golden Man's fingers, his destiny gradually becoming his own. Calling upon his necromantic power, more and more corpses burst from the soil, all eager to serve. Iliad smiled cruelly and without mirth. "I serve, for now..."

open fire to cover Eckeon and my brethren back through the gate

Spending my pay on a fine lightweight leather jacket and some small packets of explosive materials (skill hint!)

(rab) Seriously elaborate trap mate,

The orcs meander in to the area after smelling the food, and greedily head towards it

(Eagle, i got the hint lol)
(Tallon) Your powers slip over the knife like a shroud, layering enchantments upon the weeapon.
(Noccy) "Apparently a Dark Elf family holds it in thier private collection"
(Mordo) The skeletons appear and around them wreaths golden smoke which slowly solidifies into golden armour, a clattering chant rings out as they draw weapons and form into a defensive phalanx around your chariot, "We serve, we serve, we serve"

You know which one? Or not for then i will searxh for it. If i donnot get another mission

(Yarnek) You and your archers pop up and begin to take the daemons off the wall, the warriors get back to the interior

keep fireing waiting for the deamonologist to arrive

(noccy) You wont get anouther mission and they are some distance north of this place

Then i return to the vault look for some old maps of the plces north of here (for hidden passage ways) and i look for some of those insta death balls

(noccy) (youve got one of those insta death balls, you can only have one at the same time) you find some geographical maps but no passages that head that far

he seems to be absent from the area

I go to the librarian. Do you have an map of the house where this family lives.

"Yes of course", he hands you the houses buildign plan

keep fireing waiting for the deamonologist to arrive
(seeming as though you missed it earlier...... -__-)

Tyranic Marta wrote:he seems to be absent from the area

QFT
And repeated

um what happened when i took the necklace (sorry if i missed this)

Thank you brother i will return woth the sword whatever it takes

after taking the necklace (whatever it does) nightwraith saw a strnge shaped sack and then..... it moved! quickly opening it he saw with suprise, the woman he was searching for

Wondering when the rest of my party will arrive(HINT), I go to look for them in the local tavern...

(sos tallon still waiting for ranun)
(the rest of you sos if been away 4 a bit back and at it now)
(Proto) The necklace wraps around your neck without your motion to do so, and you cant get it off, but otherwise you feel no effects

the darkelf assassin in the sack is severly in pain as the orcs had not been good to her with their weapons, many whip marks and cuts line her arms and her back through her tattered robes, she whispers, "The daemons, they are coming"

(noccy) if you do find the sword then it is yours my son, assuming that no other assassin has got their first...

those of you who have been playing scine the begginning (ie ranun noccy and illiad), you guys are all pretty close to Lv 3,

i take her back to the guild after fixing any cuts that need urgent attention

the guild takes her to the sick bay
then you relay the information to your boss and he is startled by the news, "You brought her back without killing the daemons?"

yes i was going to interveiw her and then go back out

Cough.
Cough.
Cough.
*Continues to camp in woods with traps set up*
HINT HINT

then i must go now. see you later brother and you know the code to the vault.
i lightbend to get out of the castle and then i call my shadowfang. on which i go to the darkelf family's house.

Edon finds me drinking the rest of my pay away, half slumped on the bar.

I see my dwarven freind slumped across the bar. I cast iceflare above him and then melt it with blaze. The resulting cascade of water seems to wake him up! I order myself a drink and continue to wait for my party. While I drink, I talk to Rarora and begin to plan our expedition.

Hey Yarnik ya got 'ny thing to staunch this poison?! Your boys don't look so good!

Ranun walks into the tavern up to Edon, "When do you plan on leaving? - I have something I have to quickly tend to before I leave."

I wish to leave and begin our jorney as soon as possible so, Ranun, attend to your bussiness and return here with your steed.

(Assuming you have a horse or other sort of mount)

Me and edon wait for ranun, over a beer, of course!

As I drink with my freind, a shadowey figure, dressed in green, carrying a narled staff and with a small dagger fastened to his belt, walked into the tavern. I immediatley recognise him as a Twining Druid. I turn from my drink and walk over to him.

'Freind', I say as I approach him, 'are you interested in a job?'

'Why? Who are you?' He replies.

'My name is Edon Garaklore, High Mage of Valdis' I say. 'I am going on a great quest and require your services as a Healer and a Magic User.'

'Oh, you. I saw your advert in the main square. I will lend you my services as long as I can have my first weeks pay in advance and you buy me a tankered of ale.'

'Fine,' I reply. I hand him ten gold coins and walk over to the bar and buy some ale. I return to his table and he had pulled an ingredient pouch from his pack. I was amazed by what I saw. On his pouch was the symbol of the Flantasic Cult, the most reveared Healer cults in the realm.

As I placed the tankered on the table, he spoke. 'My name is Darath Janlock' he said. 'I was once the healer to the Lord of Glane but, since his untimely demise on the battlefield. Since then, I have wandered the world in search of a job. I was trained by the Flantasic Cult in the arts of healing and have worked in the field for over 150 years. When do you intend to leave, I will be ready.'

I reply to this by saying, 'I wish to depart as soon as my Satar freind returns and I have been able to find myself an archer...'

OOC: To avoid any confusion, Valdis is my home town.

Ranun collects his armor and goes to the blacksmith.

After recruiting myself a healer, I begin to search for an archer. I haven't got time to wait for one to come to me, but I don't know where to start. At first I consider approaching the town guards but, seeing how the fought during the assault, I don't think that any of them would abandon their city for a quest.

After that, I decide the best thing to do was to ask the landlord, as he might well know of someone suited to my needs.

Once I had spoken to the pub landlord, who had pointed me in the direction of a group of elves huddled in the corner, I though I had found myself a perfect warrior but, when I reached the group, I noticed a shimmer around one of the warriors. I quickly managed to remove this disguise field and it turned out that they were a group of reletivly poorly trained young mage from one of the southern cities who had tried to masquarade as warriors to get free beer. Suffice to say a fight broke out and they were promply thrown, quite litraly, out of the taven door.

After that little incident, I decided to abandon my search for an archer and hope one would come to me (HINT). However, as I walked back to my seat at the bar, I noticed something wedged in a crack between two stones in the floor of the tavern. When I looked closer, it began to glow with a bright blue light, like some sort of magic gem similar to the one in the top of my staff. I picked it up and it glowed stronger. I showed it to Rarora but he said that he couldn't see anything and that it was just a dirty stone. I quickly pocketed the 'Gem?' and sat down.

As I contemplated the cause of this glowing gem, something came back to me, something I had read about in an ancient scroll I had once read, Mage-Sight...

Mage-Sight is the ability to see spells and the magical properties of artifacts, invisible to most others. Mage-Sight tags were used by wizards to leave trails for other wizards or to denote items of importance such as spell stones containing powerful infomation. It can be used for many things from picking out magical artifacts amoung common junk, searching an area for magical traps and even detecting magical skill in a person or creature.

(eckeon) "i'm not healer, i'd suggest takeing them into townand looking there, we'll shut the gate and hold our ground here till you get back!" gate begins to close, thanks too me

(rab either your post hasnt popped up on my screen or youve missed one of mine for you)

(noccy)
The journey takes a couple of days but eventually you get to the town about midday, you look in the distance to the house and you sigh, its burning

(Sorry didn't see your reply)
I spring the trap, trying to kill them all.

(allrighty, ranun the blacksmith fixes your armour, tallon you have ur party and yarnek youll need to try to find a healer)

Well it will never be like: hey im searching for a magical sword. Oh well mate i have it right here lets see. Ah here it is. Here now it is yours.) Ah well lets see if i can find the sword

I pay a visit to the stables to collect my horse, and a small pony for Rarora, before making my way to the town square, where I had instructed my party to meet.

We assembled in the Square, me on my pure white elven steed, Darath on a brown forest stallion, Ranrun on another brown horse (I think this is how a saytar would travle at speed, correct me if I am wrong) and Rarora on the small brown pony I had purchased him.

As we were about to leave, a young wood elf named Orac Nelang rode into the courtyard on a brown elven horse dressed in a hunters cloak and carrying a Longbow. On his back, he had a quiver full of grey-fletched arrows. He rode towards me and anonced the fact that he wished to join the quest. I accepted his offer and put the last of my things into the bag attached to the side of my horse. I was dressed in long, white robes and my staff was straped across my back.

I motioned to the guards to open the gates, which they quickly did, and we left the City of Phobos. Once outside, we took the main road to the north and began our jorney to the mountains, each of us dreaming of the Treasure and Dragons we would find...

(noocy) (of course not mate, that would be far too easy, and if you read others posts there is a very good reason why the house would have burt down)

You sift through the wreckage when the fire burns down and you find a skeleton all the flesh and clothing burnt off of it and in its hand is clutched what appears to be a small medallion

(Ranun, reagle, Tallon)(Ranun cant ride a horse he just runs real well) The journey will take approximatley 15 days to get to the mountains, in this time there is time for up to two encounters each day, so

Day one, rolling for encounter

You are moving along the dusty track when you see a tall cloacked figure holding a gnarled staff walking steadily along the road, where he walks you can see strange cracks on the ground, Both you and your druid recognise him instantly as a Twining druid

(if thats bad)

Sensing the wizards in his party stiffen, i gazed at the approaching figure, and quitely draw a weapon.

(if thats good)

Looking wearaly (<- spelling?) at the approaching figure i glanced towards my party, none of which showing any signs of distress. I smoothy remove my hand from my weapon.

(ready for everything arnt you?)
The Twining keeps walking and meerly mutters to your druid as he does so

your druid looks up startled, "there is a dragoran warband coming, and they arnt friendly"

(Ok yarnek, Eckeon) the town healer rushes forwards to help with the wounded, but the daemons are now sieging the gate

No my character was mocking every roleplaying a little so it was overall.XD. i take the medallion and examine it.

it seems to have two eched faces both of them have a symbol on them but both are different, although they look similar, you look closer and see that the symbols are exact mirrors of each other

on a diff note do you read spikey haired kdragon worthless knight?

I said I spring the trap and try to kill them all!
(If I don't see your posts for me, I apologise in advance. My laptop now blue screens when I turn it on so I need to use my iPod)

(@EagleArk, The druid is a good thing)

I see a wooded area a few hundred meaters ahead of my and my freind. I order the group into it and we set a trap. We tie up our horses in a samll clearing and get to work. Orac and Rarora ready their weapons and climb into the thick branches of the trees, their arrows enchanted with blaze, and Rarun readys his mace while hidden in some folliage. Myself and Darath also climb trees and ready our staffs.

As the warband approaches our position, we ready our weapons for the iminant battle...

what is this i ask to the librarian using shadowtalk.

Healer is there anything you can do with this poison? If so be quick we need these men back at the gate... I leave them in hands.

I rush back to the gate to assist in repelling the siege.

Ranun whispers to Edon, "There is no need to ambush them, I am sure that each of us is powerful enough to take them on. The Dragorans are honorable in combat, and will only attack us one on one.... usually. I know for myself, at least, that I will be able to face them with ease, without an ambush."

*Turns to Rarun* I am perfectly aware that you could handle these Dragorans but, *Motions to the rest of the group* do the rest of us look like Melee Warriors to you?

As I say this, the first of the Dragorans emerge from around the bend in the road. I motion to the rest of the group to tell them to hold their fire.

We wait about a minuite and a half longer untill they are all comfortably within range. There are a group of them, seemingly being lead by a slightly larger warrior in front. Then I drop my hand, this being the signal to fire.

Darath was the first to act, casting rapid growth, he made roots burst forth from the ground, tangling themselves around the feet of the warband.

Ranun bursts forth from the woods, as per the plan, and begins to engage the remaining warriors.

Orac and Rarora leap down from their trees and fire on the entangled warriors.

Myself and Darath lower ourselves from the trees and begin to fight. I cast blaze on two of the warriors, setting them on fire. Darath raises his staff into the air and brings it down with great force. He casts lashing vines, causing thorned, posionous vines to come forth from his staff and assail the Dragorans.

We began to look around but then, suddenly, a voice shouts. It was Orac 'LOOK OUT!'.

I turned just intime to see a great Dragoran warrior leap out of the forest behind me. He swung his great axe towards my chest. It would have been a killing blow, if the attack hadn't have been brushed aside by my enchanted jewle.

Rarun was over in an instant. He swung his mace with mighty force, shattaring the warriors armour and his bones. 'Thank you' I say to him. 'It's nothing', he replies.

We continue to fight the rest of the warriors...

(Sorry about the godding, i've editied my post)

Isnt this kinda godding?

I'll let Marta decide that one...

But whats your oppinion

OOC: Let Marta decide what?

If you are godding ur already making desicions that the dm is supposed to take. Like soldiers monster and stuff

Oh, Sorry.
I'll edit the post.

Ur new to rpgs? Cous then its understandable. So keep in mind you post your reaction ONLY. The reaction to that is for the dm. But i must say that i love EVERY of your posts

Thanks, and yes this is my first RPG.

ooc things can still happen when the boss aint around, ya just cant be slowed about it

Ok then marta will not mind but get it as a hint about how it should

Ok, Back to the Story:

As I look around, I see more of the Dragonian warriors assailing my party. They seem to be under the command of a larger Dragonian with a deeper hue to his scales. I imediatly turn to face this gargantuan warrior and raise my staff above me. The gem glows with a bright light and a bolt jumps out from it. This bolt hits the warrior square in the chest and instantly turns to ice. I follow this up with a Blaze, targated at, as well as the warrior himself, some of the shurbs in the area at his feat. The flames leap up and surround him.

Knowing I have an extreamly capable healer in our party, I follow up my onslaught with Paintide. The blue gem in my staff glows brighter for a second as a red bolt leaps forth. This blot seems to resemble faces of the dead, streaming out of my staff and towards the Dragonian. These faces hit him, getting in around his armour and boosting my already devestating damage.

As Paintide goes off, I feel a sharp backlash of power, the price of casting Paintide. It throws me backwards, because I had never experienced it before. I land on the ground and a cloud of dust wafts up around me. I pull myself to my feat and glance over to Darath, who had seen me cast the spell. I shout to him, requesting a heal, before turning back to continue the fight. I am thankful now that I managed to recruit myself a Druid. I turn and look to where my opponent was standing. For such a strong and powerful opponent, what I saw amazed me...

NPC characters are controlled and summoned by MARTA just like your party members supposed to be given to you by marta. thats his role so only post what your gonna do. NOT any details about monsters and stuff thats AGAIN martas role.

for the rest its a very nice post. keep on posting them

Thanks again for all the advice Nocturne

I didn't realise I couldn't control the NPC's in my party.

you can say that they are casting healing aura and stuff but you cannot INTRODUCE them like you did to the archer and the druid because thats the DM's job.

Tyranic Marta wrote:tallon you have ur party

This is why I intorduced my own NPC's as I assumed it ment I had all the party members I requested in my original advert see Pg 34

oh ok. then it was fine but watch out that you only post you meet them not that they give you stuff. if ur not sure about it then let the DM do it ok?

Ok, thanks on the heads up about RPG rules and conventions. I was not aware of these because, as I have said, this is my first RPG

So then, lets get on with the story.

opening fire on the deamons

ok lots of stuff going on, more or less what noccy has said is correct, but i have been very clear in that i DONT run my RPG's with an iron fist, you more or less have control of what happens, if your foundering then ill throw some stuff in your way but if your happy to carry on then thats cool, if of course you prefer input from me as it seems most of you do then im happy to carry on. Speaking of which you have drastically underestimated the skill and durability of Dragorans, a couple of dozen is a LOT

The dragorans almost seem to know the ambush was happening, the arrows either are avoided with almost supernatural grace or are deflected of the strong armour plating of their hides. A couple sink in but dont seem to heal the powerful warriors. As one they draw their long curved handswords and begin to advance, Ranun charges forwards and one of the warriors rushes forwards to meet him.

The handsword sweeps up and clashes with the mace... (Ranun you need to deul with him)

The bolts of energy whip forwards and smite a couple of the warriors, and paintide ripples through them knocking them over

They seem to be pushed back by the hail of arrows from you and your comrades

keep fireing.........then run out and and go get sum big rocks

sum big rocks? where the heck are you going to find those?

........."okay just keep shooting........

and sorry nocturne can you repost? i cant find anything from you

you keep firing but the daemons just seem to keep coming, eventually you run out of arrows

(rab) your trap massacres the orcs

(Proto) the DE raises his eyebrow, Really?

use tghe rope to absale down and begin slashing with my dagger and the sword from earlier

you quickly get surrounded by daemons

cutting time

a few of the daemons are cut down but even more surround you

yell for help and continue cutting

I pack up my stuff and see what's on the bodies.

Milord can you say what this is. Furthermore i search for ANYTHING

of course, i ask for some other guild members to come with me

(who you talking to nocturne? or have i missed something significant?)
(Proto) You and several of the guild members move into the room where the Guild member is resting
(rab) you find nothing useful, just the usual crude axes and armour etc, nothing that will sell
(Yarnek) The gates smash open behind you sending many of the daemons flying, there behind you are many of your brethren and the massive warrior

i ask her (it is a her right?) about it

As one of the Dragorans charges towards me, I switch my staff to my left hand and draw my enchanted dagger.

I hear him roar, in the primal language of his people. He was chalenging me to a dule. Darath also hears the challange cast healing aura on me, knowing that I will need it in the coming battle.

I turn to the Dragoran who had challenged me, 'I accept' I say.

As he charges towards me, I cast Blaze on him, igniting him instantly. I then cast ice flare, hoping to make his now red hot armour turn brittle and smash...

Librarian thingy and did i find anything?

No fair keepin all the fun to yourself! I leap into fray alongside Yarnek as deamons fall like wax candles beneath my blade...

hack'in and slashin'.

(Yarnek, Eckeon) The two of you and Yarnek's brethren push the Daemons back, you look at the ground after the last of them flee only to notice that there are no bodies on the ground, your wounds are nonexistant and your Brethren's wounds have appeared to have been illusions only, whatever the daemons were they wernt real, and you are fatigued from the battle

(Noccy) Im sorry my son i have no knowlege as to this medallion

(Tallon) The fire seems to whip past him with no harm, but the ice flare slows him slightly his body seemingly wreathed in ice, his blade however is still incredibly fast, it whips past your face as you duck backwards out of its way, then he goes for a follow up uppercut

(Proto) (yes it is a her) She looks at you, most of her former aloofness returning, "After the city i began to return ehre, but after about a days travel I found the tracks of nether hounds, I began hearing their howling in the night and my horse panicked and fled, not long after I was ambushed by the orcs as I tryed to sleep. They tied me to a tree and left me there for a few days, abusing me with whips and swords, when you found me in the sack they were running fromt he Daemons too, now they will be coming here. They have to be sent back"

(noccy) Besides what you have found you also notice a pair of meatal darts, of the grade that your guild uses

Oh this IS interesting i look if i can find some more hints. And i contact the watchmaster for any assasin in this region and his quest

"it was trick" spit on the ground

(nocturne) Ah yes, youll want to come back to the guild....

(nocturne) Ah yes, youll want to come back to the guild....

Why? I need to find the swords of truths

(noccy) Come back to the guild brother, you will see

I return to the guild with the medallion

they welcome you back but everyone looks set for battle, a statley looking assassin comes over, "The sister sent to help you was ambushed on her way back, daemons ar chasing her, the assassin sent to help HER has somthing youve been looking for

i go to find noccy

Am i requested to help here or do i need to stay here it looks like it will become a hard battle

Seeing my leader, in combat, i slowly slink backwards, realoading my weapon with a rack of enchanted bolts. Firing them quickly i push off the dragorians from the members of our party, hopefully allowing them to regroup.

Ranun waits for the Dragoran to attack to start the duel.

I bring down my staff, hoping to stop the uppercut.

(If successful) I quickly jump around the Dragoran and bring my dagger down in the back of his neck. I then cast Blaze on the dagger causing burn damage deep into my enemies flesh.

(If Unsucessful) I jump backwards, hoping to avoid the blade. (If I can't move back in time, I use my jewle to protect me) I cast Ice Flare, using as much power as I can. I hope to freeze him to the spot where I can attack him with my dagger.

I look for another job after returning to the town crier carrying their heads. I ask for another job, preferably one that involves escorting a caravan or somesuch.

Making it's way slowly through the surrounding villages, the Golden Army grows in size, regaining it's former strength day by day.

(Eagle) Your enchanted bolts manage to push some of the dragorans back, but they seem to do nothing to the ones engaged in deuls.

(Ranun) the dragoran shifts his weight forwards and backhands towards your neck

(Tallon) your staff just catches the blow but the force of it pushes you back anyway your ice flare spell rechochets of his sword as he raises it to protect himself, it seems to have some kind of defensive or spellbreaking enchantment

(rab) you do indeed get a job protecting a caravan into the western coast of the realm, its a month long journey and there have been reports of daemons along the way

(Proto, Noccy) (noccy) You see a brother of the guild come through the doors to the room, he has many weapons all over him and one in particular stands out, an intricate weapon similar to the one you possess

(Proto) as you come through the doors you see one of the most revered assassins that the guild has, even after just two assignments he has already garnered enough favor from the higher ranking officials to be known as a Shadow Wraith, the ornate weapons slung on a baldric across his back is similar to the one you carry

I continue to weave and dodge around the incoming attacks from the my foe. Searching for the source of his protction. I use my witch sight to search for the object...

Hello i see you have the sword of truths. Oh by the way my nameis kozac im an shadow wraith of the guild. I was lookong for it but then i was called back. I guess these are yours?. I give him the darts. And can you explain what this is? I let him see the medallion.

Ranun steps forward, and uses one hand to bring the mace to meet the weapon, while with the other he punches the dragoran.

I go for it, setting off as soon as possible.

Again slinking back i fire 2 shots at a foe out of cover, hoping to hit with both.

(tallon) you almost facepalm, the sword is coated in magical shileds that wrap over his body protecting him from magical harm, the enchantments were placed on the weapon during its forging, folded into the metal

(Ranun) The Dragoran takes the hit and gets shoved backwards, but he loops his sword around and aims for your waist, not expecting the blow you are forced to parry with the flat of your Gauntlet making the weapon grate of, the dragoran shows incredible dexterity as his weapon again loops over for a swing at your shoulder

(Eagle) Your bolts smack into the armour of one of them penetrating in but only barely, whatever the Dragorans have for hide is exceptionally tough

(Rab) The caravan leader is a pompous short fat man with layers of gold hanging of his body in various forms, rings necklaces and braclets mainly, his flowing silk robes and fur lined jacket frame a squat ugly face which short gold bedecked fingers constantly flutter over as if patting invisible powers onto his dry pasty face

all and all he stinks of money

As I look, I see that his blade is the sorce of his protection. Unsure what to do, I try some basic spells of disenchanting. These seem to be ineffective though.

I cast soul strip on the Dragoran, hoping to bypass his defences...

The sword seems to glow for a second and you feel a strange numbing sensation in your chest

What happens now marta?

I dodge and weave around the flurry of blows coming from my foe. I try to get my dagger in but the Dragoran just knocks it aside.

I signal to Orac, willing him to fire on my foe. I know my charm will protect me from stray arrows, which there would hopefully be very few of comming from a wood elf.
Orac fires on the Dragoran, from behind, hoping to catch him in the back on the neck.

Meanwhile, I distract my foe with bursts of fire and ice, hoping to startle him...

the dragoran eventually collapses with an arrow in the eye socket of his macabre carapace

we wait for proto... sigh

I lean down and take the sword from the hands of the fallen warrior.

I then return to the fight, and between us we continue to fight the few remaining warriors, with relitive ease compared with the monstrocity we had just felled...

He has the sword of truths right?

(noccy)yep

(tallon)you turn to the warriors only to find that each is similarly enchanted with your witchsight

Oh Great, I think to myself.

Me and Orac continue to combine our skills and engage the remaing monsters.

Darath continues to cast healing aura and rapid growth, aiding us in our fights.

I impale dragoran after dragoran but they seem harder to kill than they look. They can just shrug off stabs that would have killed a man instantly. Their only weakness seems to be their speed. They can be avoided by a quicker foe such as an elf.

Orac shoots enchanted arrow after enchanted arrow, some harmlessly bouncing off the Dragorans armour and some hitting warriors in weakspots, such as eyes and the back of the neck.

We continue to fight this way untill all are dead...

As they are pushed back, group mentality sets in for the dragorians, huddling together, back to back. Grinning, i reach into my pocket and withdraw a small box. Lighting the fuse i throw it underhand towards the grouped foe. Calling for my team to back away, the exploder counts down.

Ranun steps slightly forward and blocks the blow with his mace, at the hand of the dragoran.

(My turn, if you would be so kind.)

BOOM!!!!!

Even after the detenation of Rarora's explosives, a few of the Dragorans remain.

Darath and I combine our powers to cast Lashing Vines, but also combining blaze with it. I cast spell after spell at the warriors, trying to force them back.

Meanwhile, I signal to Rarora and Orac to tell them to keep firing. They loose arrows and bolts straigh into the warriors and continue to knock them down...

Raptors, we can only decide what we do, not what happens. You can say you throw explosives, it is up to the GM to make them explode. You can say you attack, but it is to the GM to kill.

Yep and marta can you do something about this im like 2 days waiting and i wait for nothing

(marta) as eckeon has not posted in forever can we get my bit moving?

i posted 4 you ages ago mordo?

nocturne im sorry i cant do anything until proto posts again, very very sorry, it would simply be unproffessional to do so and i try to keep this as pro as pos, (personal pride)

(yarnek) will wait a couple of hours if he still doesnt then sure

(Tallon), the explosive does indeed explode and it kills a couple of the dragorans most of the rest are severly injured

I turn to a brother. Did he lost his tongue in battle or is he just overwhelmed? In either way i think there are more important things to do because you all have battle equipement. So i guess there is an upcomming battle.
(Sorry couldnt keep it in much longer. I think it is better for the story that when he wont post before tomorrow morning 4 you that we continue? Watcha think of it. Cause now i cant do anything because someone wont post)

i think its good to move on but i couldnt do it for you lol, its good youve taken the initiative

(DM) Indeed Brother Shadow Wraith, the daemons chasing the one we sent to you have turned their attentions here, oh and shes been asking for you by the way, you may wish to meet with her i believe she has something to tell you