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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:09 am
Prologue
Nestled atop the cliffs that rise from the sword coast, the citadel of CandleKeep houses the finest and most comprehensive collection of writings on the face of Faerun. It is an imposing fortress, kept in strict isolation from the intrigues that occasionally plague the rest of the forgotten realms. It is secluded, highly regimented, and it is home.
Within these hallowed halls of knowledge your story begins. You have spent most of your (2) years of life within this keeps austere wall. Under the tutelage of the sage Gorion. Acting as your father, he has raised you on a dozen tales of heroes and monsters. Lovers and infidels, battles and tragedies. However, one story was always left untold, that of your true heritage. You have been told that you are an orphan, but your past is largely unknown.
Lately Gorion has been growing distant from you, as if some grave matter weighs heavily on his heart. You have asked about his concerns as gently as possible, but your queries have been in vain. Your sole comfort is the knowledge that he is a wise man, and you know he will tell you when the time is right. Nonetheless, his silence is troubling, and you cannot help but feel that something is terribly wrong.
Today, Gorion has appeared more agitated than ever, and now he has uncharacteristically interrupted your chores in the middle of the day. Imparting hurried instructions for you to equip yourself for travel. He has handed you what gold he can spare, but given no clue as to why. Nevertheless, you now stand before the CandleKeep inn, ready to purchase what you need for an unplanned and unexpected journey.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:56 pm
Characters
Alexander Palpiton (Human Sorcerer; Aracane)
Player - glitterboypolit
Edward D. Knat (Human Crusader)
Player - ChronoWarrior
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Spiker Brasten (Human Fighter)
Player - Brasten
Kimberly 'Kim B. Lee' Nyte Troes (Human Alchemist)
Player - MT The Clown
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 2:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 2:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:35 pm
Important
If you've not played the game before then please do not watch any of the other videos. You may spoil some of the campaign for yourself.
I will also be watching for meta-gaming. Stay in character!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt-bBEJXyXY
@ Main Group
The day has been full of surprises, and although the weather temperament appears to be pleasant, night is fast approaching. In a few short hours the sun shall set, and the moon already partially visible in the sky shall shine bright amongst the twinkling stars. At least you hope that is to be the outcome for your first journey outside of Candlekeep.
Your Foster Father Gorion has given you what money he could spare, divided it among your brothers and sisters you have gathered together in front of Winthrop's Inn. It is soon time that you should be leaving. You've all agreed to finish your errands, say good-bye to your former home and head off to meet Gorion in the court-yard upon the Keep's door-steps.
Winthrop's Inn - Featured in the North-Western Corner.
http://www.forgottenwars.com/bg1/maps/x_2600.jpg
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:15 pm
@ Group Brasten, and KimAlthough both of you may not yet know each other. You're both currently spending your time at the Friendly Arm Inn which just happens to be a small keep of peace. Within the stone walls are a handful of homes, a Temple dedicated to Wisdom, and the Inn itself run by its owner, Bently Mirrorshade, a male Gnome. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/baldursgate1/maps/baldr002.JPGWithin the Inn there is an assortment of patron's from all aspects, the poor, the moderately wealthy, and the noble born. You may hear conversations about the Iron Plague and how it has affected a farmer, merchant or the local guard. You might also hear stories of bandit's roving the country side, terrorizing its inhabitants.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 3:49 am
He had already gathered his things and bid farewell to his friends down in the forges, as well as the scholars and priests that had served as his mentors. Having most of his affairs in order, Torah settled down on a step in front of the inn as the others that were to be sent out gathered around. He took his pack and sifted through his belongings, making sure he had everything he needed. Amongst his basic traveling gear, there were his tools from the blacksmiths; everything he'd need to carry on his craft away from the forges of the keep, and parchment for scribing scrolls and note keeping.
Torah felt a bit of anxiety at the prospect of leaving Candle Keep after all these years. However, he felt an even greater amount of curiosity. All those places he read about in the libraries, all the different cultures and creatures from the reaches of the realm; he was being presented the opportunity to witness some of those things firsthand. He watched and waited as the others milled about, waiting until it was time to move out.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 10:26 am
Meanwhile, at the Friendly Arm Inn a traveling merchant was being held at razor point in a small back room. The honed blade slid smoothly across the folds of the man's throat. As blade reach his trembling Adam's Apple it's weilder hissed softly in a cracked tenor, "You, must relaxe. Neck hair is — difficult to remove cleanly. Especially from someone so — well apportioned. Inhale once and deeply. Then exhale, and hold you're breath for a short while."
With a gulp the merchant exhaled. The razor slid on, clearing away the rest of the man's travel stubble. In few momments the he was clean shaven. The merchant began to rise but his giant of a barber place a restraining hand his chest and asked with a serpentine smile, "perhaps, you would enjoy having that — unsightly — nose hair removed today."
With a terrified start the merchant bounded to his feet, shaking his head in short jerks. With considerable speed he exited the room, passing a small line of waiting seated patrons. Spiker Brasten chucked in a low hiss at the man's depature. He tiddey up his impromptu barber stall, then stuck his head out the door sideways. With a big creepy overfriendly grin announced, "next!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:49 pm
Twirling a small gleaming dagger in one hand, Kimberly sits in a nearly darken room in front of a fireplace. Letting out a low grumble, she idly picks a spot in her diary with a bored look in her eyes. I can never get used to how long this takes. I guess I should count my blessings this place actually got me a room facing the adjacent building, near the stairs, and a fireplace to boot. Guess I won't burn this one to the ground just yet. ... "WHY IS THERE NO EASY WAY TO MAKE THIS STUFF!!! AHHHHAR!!" As she lets out a frustrated scream toward the ceiling, a gentle tinkling can be heard. Quickly picking up a pot next to her, she pours a cupful of tea and sips deeply. Letting out deep loving moan, "Steeped to perfection." Getting up from her seat, she put away the small bell and pouts the remaining water into another pot. After a few more sips, a faint hissing sound can be heard as her right side of the room begins to light up with a warm red-orange glow. A smile creeps her lips, Perfect tea and five new catalysts ready and waiting. This is a decent day. Now if I get a chance to use this. It will be a perfect day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 4:59 pm
((Can newbies post yet? If not, I reserve this post for when I do appear. ninja ))
Edward steps forward to the gates of Candlekeep, and takes in the scenery. Out of sheer boredom, as he approaches the front gates he twirls his guisarme with one hand before stopping and placing his weapon parallel to his side once he is at the gates.
"This looks like the place. I wonder where the local inn is. I don't feel like eating those shitty rations unless my life depended on it."
Further inside, he takes off the armaments that were resting on his back. He lets out a loud sigh of relief. He takes his waterskin, and quaffs down all the water.
"AHHHHHHHH! Much better."
He stretches for a bit and spends ten minutes just letting his muscles loosen up from traveling for so many hours. Afterwards, he gathers up his equipment again and spends the rest of his time wandering about the town until he sees the inn.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:01 pm
@ Edward
"Halt!" Shouts a stern voice from one of the two guards posted at the gate.
"You do not look like a scholar". The man says as he looks you up and down, his hand resting upon his sword hilt. He is of average height and build, though seems to be graying in years. Though seems to have an air of discipline about him that exceeds your own. "Soral, handle this." The man steps backward into his post and seems to relax, but you notice that his hand does not move from his hilt.
The other guard steps forward eagerly and seems to quickly conceal a smile. Both guards are adorned in fine mails, and they seem to be in a condition of wellness that you've not laid eyes upon before.
"Your donation, sir?" The young man stands tall, holding his spear aside him firmly.
Although you attention is primarily focused upon the guards, you notice that the behind bars of the gated entrance there seems to be a small group discussing something that you cannot hear.
@ Spiker Brasten
O.O.C. Brasten, this is probably going to be fail, but I'm gonna assume you have a bit of knowledge about these two, so if I screw up let me know >.> Sort of operating off memory, and making stuff up >< Unsure if they'd actually do this >>
As Spiker announces that he is ready for the next customer he sees a man step forward. Or rather it seems that he is nudged slightly by the woman behind him. "But Jaheira, I re-rea-really don't think that I need a sha-shave". He says while turning to her, placing his hand upon hers.
"Khalid, you've no hair on your chin to shave and although you know that I appreciate your desire to live by my calling. Your hair has been caught in your helmet too much. It is time to solve such a problem".
"Ye-ye-yes my dear. You're right". The man turns about to face you and steps forward, followed by the woman.
"Go-Good day". He smiles.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:41 pm
"No I am not a scholar. I heard Candlekeep here needs some help, and thus decided to pay this place a visit."
He looked at the guard who mentioned about a donation, and frowns at him, while also looking down at him. He grips his Guisarme tightly.
((At 6 foot 5, I think he towers over the 2 guards. That reminds me, I forgot to input his weight on my sheet. xp ))
"Donation? For entering!? Feh. I'm in no mood to pay a damn toll. If you think I'm going to pay just to enter, you're dreaming.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 6:02 pm
@ Edward
O.O.C. I knew you was tall, and if that info's not in sheet I would appreciate if you post in the O.O.C. so I can update my own records. I was just saying the guards standing tall as they can and stuff. I am so pulling stuff out of the air, and from behind the couch. So yeah, I'll put more detail in your being "hired" later. >.> But at least we have a legitimate reason now for your being hear which works with the story.
"Help?" The young guard looks at you and seems confused for a moment.
The veteran steps forward and stands aside the young man. "The laws of the keep state that no one may enter unless a donation of importance is made. You must either hand over a large amount of coin or pay with valuable written knowledge. If you've neither, the scholars of the keep do not welcome you into their home".
As you are made aware the draconian rulings of Candlekeep. You notice that the group you earlier overheard talking amongst themselves has quieted. A white haired, gray robed old man steps forward slowly with his walking staff.
He peers through the bared gate and speaks softly. "Noren". The older guard turns to see the man and then leaves to speak with him through the bars.
The young man merely waits and watches you, and his senior while waiting.
You see that the man called Noren nods his head and eventually strides back over to face you. "Gorion, has said that your group shall be on its way shortly. He has also given me this". The man reveals a small bag held within the palm of his hand and offers it to you. Upon taking the bag you hear the clinging of coins against one another. You assume this is part of your payment to help in escorting the children of Gorion. You had been contacted but a few days at an Inn in Beregost by a mysterious red cloaked man whom hinted that there would be work for you in Candlekeep. You never got his name, but he did seem very friendly and trust worthy.
It seems that the name he mentioned, Gorion, was also truth.
You can only guess that the two old men know one another.
"He asks that you wait outside the gates".
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 9:31 pm
A bit annoyed at the rules for entering Candlekeep, but satisfied at being acknowledged of his reason for being here, he smiles.
"At least someone here knew why I am here. Thank you, Gorion. I shall wait outside these gates then. You still owe me a meal though, Noren. Gurarara!"
Edward moves away from the gates and finds a tree where he can rest against, and sits down cross legged. He takes from his backpack what appears to be a small brown package. He unwraps it to reveal many nuts, dried meat, and tasteless hardtack contained in a small paper box. His smile disappeared a bit at the sight of his rations, but maintains it at the thought of his payment for his work.
Another day, another serving of dried meat and dried whatever the hell this is. I hope the other rations I packed at least have some cheese or even dried fruit; at least that has some taste. Ah well, I ain't paying money just to get in. I'll just need to look out for some book or document that will be of value to these bookworms.
Edward takes a bit of the jerky, and starts consuming it, leaving the rest of the rations untouched for now.
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