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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?