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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.